my bright sword career

Chapter 519 Outflanking the Past
Just when Iwai Torajiro was jumping in a hurry, the 242nd Regiment was in chaos on the ground.

As a second-class unit, the soldiers of the 108th Division are far behind the permanent divisions like the Sixth Division in terms of combat will and combat experience.

Now that the Huaxia army on the opposite side actually started using gas bombs, everyone panicked for a while, and everyone was scrambling to find gas masks.

While all the soldiers were busy looking for gas masks, there were bursts of dull explosions everywhere on the 242nd Regiment's position, accompanied by puffs of thick smoke rising, and coughing sounds one after another soon sounded on the position.

"Ah... I can't breathe."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Who can help me……"

But as time passed, those soldiers who thought they had been attacked by poisonous gas were surprised to find that the thick smoke seemed...not harmful to themselves, except that it was a bit choking and made breathing difficult.

"No...these are not gas bombs, but smoke bombs!"

"Beep...beep..."

Just as many Japanese soldiers were peeking at each other, a sharp whistle sounded, and there was a sudden cry of killing in front of them.

Amidst a burst of sharp whistles, countless dark figures rushed towards their own position.

Eighth Route Army soldiers with guns in hand and grenades in the other rushed over in the smoke.

These charging soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and the soldiers of the [-]th and [-]rd Battalions of the Liantai Militia all wore gas masks. Because the ground was so muddy, mud splashed onto the lenses of the gas masks from time to time to block their vision.

In order to see clearly ahead, many soldiers could only keep wiping the lenses of their gas masks with their hands holding grenades. Even so, their vision was only one or two meters away.

The soldiers whose sight was blocked by the smoke could only instinctively run forward under the guidance of the sound of the bugle. The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed to the front of the Japanese position saw the enemy.

Even though they were wearing gas masks, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army still habitually kept shouting and killing while charging, and the sound coming out of the stainless steel sound-transfer film of the gas masks became weird and hoarse, almost like the roar of hell monsters.

On the smoky battlefield, it was impossible to see the difference in military uniforms. A soldier of the Eighth Route Army who was rushing ahead saw a man without a gas mask standing in front of him. Amidst the screams of the man, he turned the body of the gun and drew out the bayonet, and continued to rush forward.

Then, he heard the crisp sound of submachine guns from the left, and he immediately recognized the sound of MP40 submachine guns. He immediately followed the gunshots and moved closer to form an assault group with the submachine gunners.

Japanese soldiers who were coughing and coughing due to smoke could be seen everywhere on the ground, but before they could get ready, they were stabbed to death with bayonets by soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushing in front of them. Forget about making up for a few shots or a stab.

All the soldiers who launched the charge were told that once they rushed into the Japanese position, the first thing to do was to expand the breakthrough, otherwise, once the Japanese army behind them started to counterattack, they would fall into a protracted battle again.

"Dick tick tick... da da tick..."

"Beep beep..."

On the battlefield, the horns of the Eighth Route Army and the whistle of the Liantai militia mingled together.

A Liantai militia soldier who crossed the slope and rushed into the Japanese army's position saw a few figures rushing up in front of him, and without thinking about it, he glanced at them. When he was changing the magazine, he saw a figure in the smoke and dust stabbing towards him with a bayonet.

The distance between the two sides was less than one meter, and at this time the soldier had already come. He had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, when a figure flashed out from beside him and stabbed forward with a slender bayonet. The blood gushing from the throat of the Japanese soldier on the opposite side splashed onto the gas mask of the Liantai soldier, and the blood spatter blocked his sight.

"Thank you!"

The Liantai militia soldier with a submachine gun wiped the blood from the lens and thanked him.

At this time, two Eighth Route Army soldiers with rifles in their hands surrounded the submachine gunner. After these days of cooperation, almost all Eighth Route Army soldiers understood one thing.

That is, on the battlefield, the combination of a submachine gunner and several riflemen can maximize the power of the combat team.

Soon, these people formed a temporary assault group with submachine gunners as the core.

At this time, due to the blocked sight and chaotic battlefield of the assault troops, many original combat groups were dispersed. Soldiers rushing to the Japanese positions could only form assault groups with their nearest comrades-in-arms, and they often regrouped along with the sound of gunfire.

In this way, the unique gunshots of the submachine guns equipped by the soldiers of the Liantai militia and the chainsaw-like bursts of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun are the best features.

At this time, the smoke that filled most of the Japanese army's position was slowly blown away by the northwest wind, which also allowed the soldiers fighting on both sides to see the target more than ten meters away.

Accompanied by rumbling explosions, the charging soldiers could even hear desperate roars coming from the front. Although the line of sight was poor, they could still see the shells starting to extend backwards from time to time. The remaining limbs of the bombed Japanese soldiers were severed.

At this time, a group of muddy Japanese soldiers came out in the fading smoke and dust, waving [-]-type rifles in their hands. Although they were covered in mud from head to toe, the soldiers could still see their ferocious faces.

These Japanese soldiers widened their eyes, roared like beasts, and rushed towards them with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Shoot, shoot, kill 'em!"

I don't know who shouted first, and I don't know who fired the gun first. With the first rain of orange-red bullets, the soldiers who were still in a daze pulled the trigger reflexively.

The rain of bullets from rifles, submachine guns, MG42 machine guns, and even the Czech light machine guns of the Eighth Route Army blocked the Japanese army's impact. The short distance of more than ten meters was like an insurmountable life and death line. Countless Japanese soldiers who tried to rush over fell to the ground. It rained bullets.

"Stop shooting...keep attacking..."

After a while, with the sound of the whistle, the soldiers who had been lying on the ground and shooting stood up again, and began to proceed cautiously towards the depth of the Japanese position.

"Order troops...to take off their gas masks."

At this time, with gusts of wind blowing, the smoke on the battlefield was blown away, and it was meaningless to wear a gas mask.

The officers ordered the troops to take off their gas masks while ordering to move on. Just when the main force was about to launch a fierce attack on the Japanese, the 108th and [-]th Battalions under the Liantai Militia had quietly surrounded the [-]th Division from the two wings. past.

(End of this chapter)