Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 577

Chapter 577 The boots waiting to hit the ground

　　With the long blast of a hand-cranked siren.

A group of Jing'an troops entered the battlefield starting from 500 meters away.

The two infantry battalions of the First Brigade of the Jing'an Army appear to have tactical proficiency from their offensive direction and personnel distribution.

Although there are two infantry battalions with nearly a thousand troops, the front-line commander of the Jing'an Army did not say that they would devote all these troops to the first wave of attacks at once.

On a defense line with a width of 1,000 meters, the Jingan Army invested a total of more than 300 troops in two infantry companies in the first wave, with a rear area of more than 200 meters, followed by two infantry companies, and the other two infantry companies , then one on the left and one on the left began to move hundreds of meters away on both wings under the sight of the defenders.

They are clearly telling the defenders that I want to go around to both sides and just go through the mountains and forests, and it will be difficult for you.

Obviously, the two infantry companies on both wings were not used for the main attack, but for mobilizing troops on the defense line. But even if the commander knew their intentions, he could only choose to mobilize troops to respond.

The mountains in Wannan are not as beautiful as the mountains in Jiangnan, and are obviously more steep. However, if the two infantry companies can find a suitable climbing path in the mountains, the partial division can become the main attack at any time.

Faced with this situation, Tang Dao just smiled coldly, waved to his guard platoon leader, and gave him some instructions in a low voice. The guard platoon leader waved, and the guard platoon, all equipped with submachine guns, followed him through the traffic trench. Run to the second trench.

In the trench, the Sichuan Army battalion commander, who was so nervous that his face turned pale, after listening to the order conveyed by the guard platoon leader, he called his second company commander with a wave of his hand and asked him to lead two infantry platoons to obey the man in front of him who was obviously Tang. The arrangement was made by the second lieutenant platoon leader of the guard platoon whom Dao trusted very much.

Having a captain listen to a second lieutenant should be quite frustrating in terms of military rank, but both the Sichuan Army major and the Sichuan Army captain took the initiative to ignore it.

The reason is very simple. Before they made any military exploits, they were still deserters. The colonel commanders with profound backgrounds were shot dead by the Tang battalion commander. What qualifications did they have to raise conditions?

Not to mention that the guard platoon leader was a popular person beside Battalion Commander Tang and could not be offended. Even an ordinary infantry platoon leader had nothing to be wronged about.

The guard platoon was divided into two, with 20 soldiers on each side. The two Sichuan infantry platoons had no special requirements, except that each person was required to carry 6 grenades, which was also one infantry platoon in one direction.

The Sichuan Army, like most Chinese armies, lacks heavy firepower and grenades to make up for it. There is no replenishment of the heavy weapons needed after entering Jinling territory, but they have enough grenades. Ten thousand grenades for an infantry regiment is the maximum given to them by the Ministry of Military Affairs. benefits.

In order to make it easier for him to escape, the dead captain distributed the remaining grenades to each individual soldier before retreating. Each person had five or six grenades on his body, which was more generous than an independent battalion.

Obviously, placing fifty or sixty men on each wing was Tang Dao's response to the two infantry companies of the Jing'an Army that circled along the mountain.

Although the Sichuan Army Major in the second trench is a little worried, the top commander here is Tang Dao. He does whatever he says, and the submachine guns hanging on all the soldiers in the guard platoon are very reassuring.

This thing is extremely rare in the Sichuan Army, but that does not prove that he has not seen the power of this thing. When the army was surrounded by tens of thousands of people from the Sichuan Army, it was a death squad of more than a hundred people, all equipped with this fancy device. , using bullets like a downpour to carve out a **** path, allowing the main force to escape.

Although the Jingan Army looks very impressive, with light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and infantry artillery to assist them, they are just holding 38-type rifles and entering the jungle-covered mountains to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Shooting type firearms are as numb as claws.

Otherwise, this Sichuan Army Major has a very clever mind! In the end, the battle situation on both wings was almost the same as he imagined.

Perhaps the only thing he didn't expect was that his two infantry platoons also played a huge role.

Of course, that was a battle taking place hundreds of meters away, and he had no control over it. The first priority now was to withstand the attack from the front.

More than 300 Jingan troops from two infantry companies began to bend and trot from 300 meters away, with more than five meters between each infantryman. This was to prevent heavy machine gun fire and the mortars that scared them most.

The heavy machine gun positions and infantry artillery positions located on the sides and rear are also in full readiness. If a Chinese heavy firepower point appears, they will launch a saturation attack on the general area.

However, what is strange is that the infantry at the front can already clearly see the craters blown by the artillery shells on the Chinese position, and there is no movement at all on the Chinese position.

Deathly silence.

In the temporary headquarters built on a huge boulder, Li Shoushan and his major military advisor, who had originally looked confident, were no longer as relaxed as before. They kept patrolling the Chinese position area with binoculars, as if they could see more, and they would be able to It's like seeing one more flower. However, neither the infantry who continued to advance fearfully nor the generals who could not figure out the Chinese intentions did not hear even a single gunshot from the Chinese position during these suffocating minutes.

Let alone heavy machine guns and light machine guns, there are no rifles or pistols.

It was like there was no one on the Chinese side.

But this is absolutely impossible. In the trial attack 20 minutes ago, the Chinese resisted at a distance of more than 100 meters, and there were about dozens of infantry shooting.

"Baga! Chinese people, what conspiracy are you playing?" Ishiwata Yingjie couldn't help but murmured to himself.

His mentality at the moment was quite like waiting for the second boot to hit the ground upstairs. The less the Chinese defenders fired, the less sure he felt.

"Master Shidu, don't worry so much. No matter what conspiracy or conspiracy, it will be crushed under the iron fist of the imperial army!" Li Shoushan still had the demeanor of a general commanding an army at this moment.

It's just that the calmness of completely assuming the role of a Japanese made Ishiwatari Hideka unable to help but twitching the corners of his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy spoke pure Northeastern dialect, he would have had the urge to treat this guy as a compatriot at that moment.

Unfortunately, not really.

Whether it is Ishiwata Hidejie or Li Shoushan, both of them actually understand their respective roles and positioning. Li Shoushan, a famous traitor, was determined to follow the Japanese, but the Japanese had to be on guard. Not only were the lower-level officers in the Jing'an Army basically all Japanese, but the so-called military advisers were actually nothing more than Japanese. They are just supervisors with the title of consultant.

Li Shoushan, who became a monk halfway through his relationship with Mala and finally defected to the Japanese, may not have any other abilities, but he does have a ruthless spirit. Even though he felt that the battlefield was strange and made him feel a little hairy, he still looked ahead coldly. No tactical changes were made.

The two infantry companies advanced in silence, like a field of khaki grasshoppers, getting closer and closer to the Chinese position.

"Platoon commander, why haven't they fired?" Digua, who had retreated to the second-line trench, peeked out of the trench through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and asked the second lieutenant who was leaning in the trench with his rifle in his arms and his eyes closed to relax.

For the young soldier, although suddenly having so many comrades made him feel more at ease, after all, he is still on the battlefield, and the outcome of the battle still depends on whether he can get out of this position alive.

The Japanese army has already approached 200 meters of the front line trenches. According to the usual practice, even if the infantry does not fire in order to save bullets, the machine guns should always fire to suppress it!

"Why are you panicking? Those brothers have their own way of fighting. Let's just wait and see!" The second lieutenant also raised his head and quickly took a look outside the trench, then retracted his head and said with certainty: "Those two Japanese devils are going to What a bad luck."

“Why?” The young soldier didn't know where his platoon leader's confidence came from.

"No wonder I call you Digua, you are such a melon boy. You haven't seen the equipment of those brothers?" The second lieutenant sighed and looked helplessly at the old man's Yangzoo in his hand. "I just made a rough count. There are about a hundred people. They have about ten submachine guns and more than a dozen shell guns. If the two Japs dare to stand up and charge, they will all be killed."

“When can I have that pistol in the waist of that officer?” When talking about the equipment of the Second Company of the Independent Battalion, Digua couldn't help but think of the Browning pistol in Tang Dao's waist.

When he walked into the trench, Tang Dao, who was not yet in military rank, had a very good attitude towards the infantry platoon left alone. Not only did he take the initiative to shake hands with the second lieutenant platoon leader who was peeing, but he also patted the thin sweet potato gently. shoulders.

Dizzy from the huge surprise, Digua didn't know what level of officer Tang Dao was, but he took a fancy to the American-made pistol stuck in his waist.

It's not that Digua has a good eye for goods, but that as a new recruit in the platoon, he currently has a 'one-shot' shot in his hand, commonly known as a bird gun, with a range of only thirty or forty meters. For something like this that is longer than him Rifles and sweet potatoes are already enough.

“Nonsense, that's the highest officer here. His subordinates are so well-equipped, how can his guns be so bad?” The second lieutenant rolled his eyes. "When the fight starts, you hide for me. If possible, I will find a way to get you a Hanyang-made weapon."

“Really?” Digua instantly threw Browning's appearance out of the sky, grinning widely.

Dreams are still dreams after all, and reality is the most important thing. Xiaobing is very clear about this aspect.

“Click, click, click!” The crisp sound of machine gunfire suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)

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