The father of the sword is Kong Jie

Chapter 449 Destruction of the Ishii United Team ([-])

In the confrontation between the two armies, infiltration and lurking are quite common tactics.

However, there are very few troops that can use this common tactic so well that it is amazing.

Kong Jie is even more convinced that soldiers never tire of deceit, and the more common tactics they use, the more unexpected they may be.

Under the night, under the command of Shen Quan, Wang Leihu, and Wang Huaibao, the soldiers continued to launch a feint attack on the Japanese Ishii Regiment in Zhangjiazhuang.

Although it was a feint attack, under the bombardment of powerful artillery fire, it still caused certain casualties to the Japanese army.

Ishiihara didn't dare to be careless about this. The two armies faced each other, and the opponent's thinking was hard to figure out. Who knows if the current feint attack is slightly wrong, will it directly become a general attack?

In the continuing attack, the soldiers of the independent regiment seemed to have randomly chosen the attack point on the left wing, which attracted a large part of the Japanese army's attention.

The battle between the two sides lasted for more than 20 minutes.

In order to achieve the purpose of crossing the sea, Shen Quan even ordered the soldiers of the Second Battalion to try to pull the skirmish line from the left wing towards the Japanese position, and launched several assaults.

Sometimes they launched an attack suddenly under the cover of night and woods. The closest time, they were less than 200 meters away from the Japanese army's forward fortifications.

This really greatly interfered with Ishiiharaichi's judgment, he was even a little suspicious, did he guess wrong?
This is not a feint attack by the Eighth Route Army. The Eighth Route Army wants to take advantage of the dawn and forcefully capture the position?

During the confrontation between the two sides, when the Japanese army was not aware of it, the monk led more than 100 soldiers of the guard company, and with the help of the cover of the mountains and the night, they moved towards the right wing of the Ishii united position more than 300 meters away. Touch the weeds.

Along the way, under the repeated instructions of the monk before departure, the soldiers kept absolute silence.

The military boots with steel nails that I wear on weekdays are all replaced with cloth shoes at this moment, to prevent the friction sound when the steel nails grip the ground.

The soldiers bowed their waists and carried their weapons on their backs. Even the grenades around their waists were packed separately with portable gear, leaving gaps between them to prevent the grenades from colliding with each other and making noise during the march.

There was no language communication during the whole process, the monk took the lead, and the soldiers behind him were deployed according to the order before the battle, and marched in tacit understanding.

The way of marching is also very particular. When the devils and soldiers exchanged fire, they took advantage of the noise to move forward for a while, and waited until the sound of the battle stopped, and then stopped, carefully avoiding the detection of Japanese scouts.

The old devil Ishiihara was also more cautious, always on guard against the Eighth Route Army sneaking in under the cover of night during the battle.

This is the consistent method used by the Eighth Route Army to launch night battles.

Under the premise that it is impossible to directly destroy the fortifications of the imperial troops with artillery fire, and they do not want to charge against the firepower, the Eighth Route Army will adopt this tactic of sneaking in, and then quickly engage in hand-to-hand combat with the imperial soldiers, covering the attack of the main force during the entanglement.

So around the position, forests, grasslands, mountain streams, soil ditches, and even the back side of the mountain, although it is a steep rock wall, it is difficult to climb up by manpower. Ishiihara sent a security force to scout at any time.

Night, around eight thirty.

The cold moon hangs high, but it is shrouded in mist, and the moonlight is dim, so that you can't see your fingers, and you can only see the hazy shadow.

With the help of the main force's continuous upward attack on the Ishii Regiment, the monk finally led the soldiers of the guard company all the way to the edge of the weedy field more than 300 meters away from the right wing of the Ishii Regiment's forward fortification.

At this time, the battle sounds from other directions of the Japanese fortifications gradually stopped. The monk slightly raised his right hand, and then slowly crawled down. The soldiers behind him saw the company commander from a closer distance under the faint moonlight. The sign language commands conveyed, also stretched out their right hands at the same time, and the warriors conveyed the monk's gesture commands one by one until the last warrior.

There was a night wind blowing, and the weeds that were half a person's height swayed slightly with the night wind blowing.

The monk who took the lead in crawling down was about to move forward when his ears moved slightly. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching from far to near. He immediately regained his composure and stopped his body movements.

After a while, three or five devils appeared on the right-wing fortification of the forward position, stepped on the pile of fortification bunkers, and looked down at the direction of the weedy field.

One of the devils with a light machine gun suddenly spoke Chinese, although not fluently.

"Baga, mine has already spotted yours, so work hard."

"Asshole, come out!"

Another devil yelled after him, still speaking in Chinese, and the devil with a light machine gun started shooting towards the weedy area.

With the sudden firing of the machine gun, the bullets scurry in the weedy area, and the weeds that were hit broke in the middle, and the broken grass leaves rustled down.

Hearing the devil's sudden question, the monk at the head suddenly sank in his heart, and thought secretly: Could it be that he was exposed?

The monk was a little helpless, the early exposure meant the failure of this battle, but he patted his chest in front of the leader and promised to complete the task.

Until the last moment, the monk was unwilling to give up and continued to lie on his stomach. The soldiers who were scattered and crawling behind him did not get the monk's order and continued to adhere to the absolute discipline before the action. Stone, even the breathing is gradually relaxed, trying to weaken any possible sound.

While the devils continued to shoot randomly with their machine guns, the monk heard a somewhat different sound not far away.

It's not the sound of bullets sinking into the soil, nor the sound of bullets hitting gravel in the weedy field, but the sound of hitting flesh.

The monk's heart skipped a beat, a comrade was shot.

I don't know if they hit a vital point, and how many soldiers were hit by bullets?

The surrounding area was still quiet, and the monk didn't even hear the slightest muffled hum.

This made the monk clenched his iron fist tightly while being relieved, wishing he could rush out and kill the devils on the fortification right now.

At the edge of the weedy field, at this moment, there were three soldiers, holding the ground with one hand, and tightly covering their mouth and nose with the other hand, so that their bodies did not make any sound when they were shot.

The three soldiers were even rejoicing that the devils used machine guns to fire instead of rifles. If the rifles fired single shots, the devils could easily detect the difference in the sound of the bullets hitting the flesh.

Thighs, arms, abdomen with bullet holes.

The bright red blood was gurgling.

The three soldiers who were hit by bullets covered their mouths and noses with their hands. After overcoming the initial pain, they continued to remain silent, not saying a word, not even moving their bodies.

From the fortifications not far away, the devils cursed undisguisedly again, but this time it was in Japanese, which the soldiers couldn't quite understand.

One said: "Mr. Xiaogu, your Chinese language just now is really good, and you pretend to be very similar. If I were Balu lurking in the grass, I would have to jump out and fight you desperately."

The devil called Xiaogu, holding a light machine gun, fired a few shots at the weeds indiscriminately, then put away the gun, and said with a smile: "It seems that there are no enemies here, let's continue to investigate the next place." !"

It turned out that everything just now was just a temptation by the devil. The devil did not discover the guard company in the grass, but a routine investigation.

"Don't move, mine has already spotted you, come out!"

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out not far away, mixed with the devil's somewhat crappy Chinese.

The little devil's temptation shifted in another direction.

The monk who was still crouching in the weeds quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Unsurprisingly.

The area of ​​this weedy field is not small, it can be approximated as a rectangle. The monk and the guard company soldiers crawled on one side of the rectangle. If they want to reach the other side parallel to it, there is still a distance of more than 200 meters.

After the devil's scouts gradually walked away, the monk started to move again and slowly moved forward while crawling.

Everyone can't push forward together, that will cause the whole area of ​​weeds to shake, which is easy to be noticed by other devils in the front fortifications.

So after arriving at the edge of the weedy field, the team split into three infiltration groups.

For example, in the group led by the monk, the monk crawled forward alone. After advancing two meters, the monk stopped and the shaking of the weeds gradually stopped. Following the traces of the monk's crawling, continue to crawl forward.

The whole group is like a caterpillar. At this moment, there are three caterpillars in this grassy field, separated by a certain distance, slowly moving forward with the squirming of local joints.

Until the local joints of the monk group, when it came to No.13 warrior, this warrior remained motionless.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the soldier in front still did not move, the soldier behind him crawled forward for half a meter. After approaching the soldier, he touched the large area of ​​wetness from the soldier's abdomen with his hand.

He stretched out his hand and quietly sniffed the soldier's breath, but he didn't feel any breath.

In order to avoid the exposure of the entire team, this warrior with iron will accepted death silently in this dead night.

In the face of death, human nature always has unavoidable fear.

No one knows what the warrior was thinking before he died.

What kind of courage and willpower made him face this bleak life and dripping blood.

War is not pride, but great tragedy!
The soldier behind him hesitated for a moment, and then moved. He slowly crawled over the body of the silent comrade, and when he was about to leave the comrade who was about to leave this moment, and smiled lightly at the comrade who conveyed sign language to him, his eyes were full of tears. Can't help but filled with tears.

The soldiers behind him crawled over the dead comrade's body one by one in increasing silence. After the grief and anger passed, their eyes shone with a more determined expression.

……

Night, more and more quiet!
At around [-]:[-], the monk finally led three groups and arrived at the front area of ​​the weedy field.

Completed the order given by the head of the regiment, Kong Jie, that the guard company should lurk in the weedy area before nine o'clock.

It is only about 300 meters away from the frontier fortifications of the Japanese army. Once the soldiers charge, they can break through the Japanese fortifications within tens of seconds.

The blood flowing from the abdomen has soaked the ground.

The blood on the arms and thighs was still flowing quietly.

The wounds are so large that without the assistance of external force, it is difficult for these wounds to heal automatically through the coagulation of platelets.

In fact, it only takes a moment of simple action.

These wounds can be bandaged up.

But none of the soldiers who had injured their arms or thighs made any move.

At this moment, in their eyes, there are only actions necessary to complete the task, and everything else is superfluous, which may lead to extra-complicated actions, without even thinking about it.

No one took any chances.

Including the company commander Wei Dayong, they crawled stubbornly, even a second before the battle broke out, the arm supporting the ground became numb and had to endure; the body that had not moved for a long time was stiff and had to endure; Weeds scratched the skin and cut the skin during the march, but we had to endure it.

All the patience and waiting are only for the final outbreak.

The magic of time is that the more painful you are, the longer it will last.

With more than 100 soldiers of the guard company, like a rock, without moving a thread, time seemed to be deliberately slowed down, slowly crawling forward.

As the passage continued, I don't know how long it had passed, and then the devils fired a few shots at the weedy field.

It's just that the devils probably didn't expect that the soldiers were lurking in the weeds right under their noses.

Instead, the bullets fired went towards the middle and rear areas of the weedy field, perfectly avoiding the soldiers of the guard company lurking in the front area of ​​the grassy area.

The night became more and more dead silent!
The confrontation between the Eighth Route Army and the Ishii United also stopped completely.

Another half an hour passed, and after seeing no movement, Ishiihara, who was yawning, also had reason to believe that the Eighth Route's attack had come to an end.

After dawn, reinforcements arrived, and these eight routes could only be forced to retreat.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, after the exhausted Japanese army left some guard troops, the rest of the devils went to the fortifications, one by one, or lying down, resting in the trenches.

The devils would never have imagined that right under their noses, in the weedy grassland 300 meters away, soldiers from the guard company of the Independent Regiment No. 100 were lying motionless in the grassland, their eyes wide open. with.

boom -

The artillery shells exploded in the front fortifications of the Japanese army, completely breaking the dead silence of the night in the mountains and forests, and the battle escalated rapidly and intensified.

The devils who had just fallen asleep in exhaustion woke up solemnly one by one, and crawled on the side of the trench in panic, guarding against the attack from the Eighth Route.

The clouds were blown away by the night wind, and the moonlight was a little brighter.

The monk moved his stiff left arm a little, exposing his wrist, and looked at his watch, it was exactly eleven o'clock.

The explosion of the shells sent a signal of an imminent attack, and the eyes of the soldiers of the guard company became brighter and brighter.

boom boom boom boom --

The cannonballs were fired one after another, in the midst of intensifying, there was no intention of stopping at all.

The devil's forward fortifications, including the second-line and third-line fortifications, were soon completely submerged by shells.

The intensity of the bombardment suddenly launched by the independent regiment was unprecedented.

Ishiihara was awakened by such a battle, "Order all the ministries to prepare for the decisive battle immediately, and beware of the general attack of the Eighth Route Army!"

Ishii Haraichi's order was issued. Except for some sentries left behind on the third-line fortification of the devils, the rest of the devils hid in the cat's ear hole fortifications added to the trenches that had been dug long ago to avoid the independent regiment. shelling...

(End of this chapter)