Chapter 3 Morning Star (Seventh Middle School)

According to the standards, each Japanese brigade has an artillery squad, equipped with two 70mm Type 92 infantry artillery, and 60 high-explosive ammunition moving with the gun. Although the number of shells is not large and the range of artillery is very limited, it is an absolute killer for the Chinese army that lacks countermeasures. Basically, after a round of rapid fire, all the heavy firepower points on the Chinese positions can be paralyzed. After all the ammunition carried with the gun is fired, the opposite Chinese positions will be blown into a sea of ​​fire. Not to mention organizing a counterattack, it is very difficult to safely withdraw the remaining living people (Note 1)

Because it can play the most critical role in every battle, the Japanese artillery units have also developed a tradition of being arrogant. When the captain Kawada Kunihara ordered him to temporarily launch the artillery attack, they immediately started shouting, "Turn around, wait until the waste from the baggage team deviates behind the enemy, when will they have to wait."

"Yes, Yamaguchi-kun, how did Chief Kawada think about it? Is there any big man in the opposite Chinese army that must be captured alive?"

"There are only a hundred and ten Chinese people in total, so why do you make such trouble? Let us first launch a dozen artillery guns. You infantry will approach their positions when the Chinese people dare not look up. When the artillery fire is stopped, they will immediately rush into the trenches to attack with the hand-to-hand attack. How can the Chinese people have time to escape? "

"The chief is not creating a chance for Staff Shirakawa to make meritorious service, but I heard that he is a junior of the late General Shirakawa."

How could the messenger Yamaguchi have the ability to answer these messy questions? He was forced to ask, so he had to wave his hands to make excuses, "Sir, why did the sir, arrange this? I, how could a messenger, know? I am just responsible for conveying the order to you. If you don't believe it, go and ask Chief Kawada yourself."

"Okay, don't argue anymore. I'll go to the commander's side to ask for instructions." Haruhei Ono, the head of the artillery squad, felt very uncomfortable. He stopped his subordinates' discussions, stood up and walked towards the temporary command center, bullying the Chinese army lacking heavy firepower. He arranged the artillery position very close to the front line. He walked from the position to the temporary command post in three or two steps, saluted Kawada Kunaki first, and then shouted: "Report, the artillery fire is ready, and can give the enemy a fatal blow at any time."

"Well, don't worry, Ono Jun, please make the Chinese proud for a moment." As expected that the artillery would be dissatisfied with his orders, Kōaki Kawada explained to his subordinates very patiently, "Shirakawa Jun led the baggage team to detour back to the enemy. In order to avoid being discovered by the Chinese, they need to go around in a big circle."

"Can they do the baggage troops?" Haruhei Ono, who had the rank of captain, did not have the courage to directly question the decision made by Nakasa, but instead used a side-by-side approach to express his views obscurely.

"The baggage soldiers are not unable to participate in the battle. As long as they are sent to the right position, they may play an unexpected role." Kawada Kunaki frowned and replied in a deep voice, feeling a little annoyed by the troublesomeness of the artillery squad leader Haruhei Ono. "Ten minutes, at most fifteen minutes, they can be in a detour. At that time, it will be your artillery opportunity to show their power."

"I understand. I promise that the Chinese people will taste the taste of hell." Haruhei Ono keenly noticed the change in his boss's face and expressed his opinion with a forced smile.

"Since you understand, go back to where you should be and wait patiently for my order." Kawada Kunaki scolded again without hesitation, grabbed the telescope, and began to observe the latest changes in the situation on the battlefield.

Due to the order not to drive the Chinese away, the Japanese devils in the two infantry squadrons have greatly slowed down the pace of attack. They just wanted to avoid being seen by the Chinese soldiers on the hillside to attack the positions of the Chinese army. Every time they rushed forward for more than 20 meters at most, they pretended to be unable to support and lay on the ground waiting for the next performance opportunity.

"It's a pity that these guys don't go to be actors." I was amused by the performance of the infantry. Kwanaki Kawada curled his lips and shook his head, "The Chinese people across the country really think their Maxim has played a role, so that they can be proud of another ten minutes. In ten minutes, they will know what it looks like when the Imperial soldiers become serious."

While watching, he silently estimated the location where Shiro Shirakawa arrived in his heart. The more he calculated, the more he felt that the Chinese on the hillside could not escape.

Just as he was proud, a huge pull suddenly came from his sleeve, which led his body to the tilt and almost threw the telescope to the ground.

"What's going on? Ono-kun, why are you still standing here?" Kawada Kunaki was furious, turned his head and questioned Haruhei Ono in his sleeves.

"Over there." Haruhei Ono's face looked very white, as white as a cattail that had been beaten by frost. "There seems to be a reflection behind the hills over there."

"Where," Kawada Kunaki followed Haruhei ono's finger and looked at him on the way, but he saw nothing except a few low green hills. "You won't be dazzled, there is nothing on the hill except grass."

"Suddenly something shaking just now, it should be the reflection of the telescope." Haruhei Ono shook his head and added very seriously that as the main person in charge of the artillery unit, his vision has been trained to an abnormal level. Even without the help of the telescope, he can see special objects one or two thousand meters away.

"Typescope, are you saying that there may be ambushings hidden there?" Kawada Kunaki frowned and asked hesitantly, "It should be at least a thousand meters away from the top of the hill to the location of the baggage team. Even if the Chinese soldiers hide on the back of the hill, they will rush down after they cross the hill and rush down, how much energy can they still have? You don't think that Oda's baggage squadron can't hold on for even five minutes."

"Well, the sir, what the sir is right. Even if there are ambushers, there is not enough time. I am suspicious." Haruhei Ono responded with a blushing face. From the top of the hill to the hiding place of the baggage team, the distance is at least one thousand meters. From his side, he rushed back to the hiding place of the baggage team, the distance was about two thousand meters. After careful calculation, even if there are ambushes hidden on the hill, they still have no choice but to take the baggage team. It takes five minutes for the soldiers carrying weapons and ammunition to run a distance of one thousand meters. When they trade fire with the baggage team, the rescuing troops on their side have already arrived halfway. As long as the baggage team can guarantee that they will not be eliminated by the Chinese ambush within five minutes, the one waiting for the Chinese ambush will be completely wiped out.

But without the ambush, what was the reflection just now? He walked towards the cannon with his head hanging down. Haruhei Ono looked back uneasyly, as if something was flashing again, but he no longer dared to make a rash assertion. He had offended his immediate boss twice in a row. If he came for the third time in a day, even if his boss was well-educated, he would not have the chance to make a breakthrough today.

"Call everyone to get on the horse and get to my side." Just where Haruhei Ono just saw the flash, Zhang Songling put away his telescope and whispered.

The entire action plan of the guerrillas was based on his proposal, so Red Beard gave him the command of this half-face battlefield without hesitation. In order to ensure that the operation was foolproof, the old man mobilized the elite troops of the team. It can be said that except for Zhao Tianlong and other soldiers who were responsible for the task of luring the enemy, all the riders in the guerrillas were now hiding on the hillside behind Zhang Songling, including the international camp that they usually dare not use.

"Yes." The correspondent Xiao Zou agreed and trotted to inform the team. Zhao Xiaoshuan, the captain of the second squadron, who was wrapped in bandages on his shoulders, stayed and asked with some concern, "You are confident, do you want to wait a little longer and kill when the captain fights with the Japanese more intensely."

"No need!" Zhang Songling shook his head and explained, while raising his waist and running towards his white horse. "The Japanese sent someone to copy the team leader's retreat. We must attack immediately. I have calculated that it will take at least ten minutes for the Japanese to turn around and kill back. It only takes one and a half minutes to rush down."

When Zhao Xiaoshuan heard this, he immediately stopped questioning. Even though the machine guns and cannons were fired, there were only one squadron and the guard squad of the brigade headquarters, and the kitchen squad, with a total of fifty people. If the Japanese blocked the way out, it would be impossible for them to break out of the encirclement independently.

"If you have injuries on your body, stay and be responsible for contact. After we launch a charge, we will immediately send a retreat signal to the captain." Zhang Songling quickly gave another command, turned over and jumped on the war horse, and the guerrilla soldiers hiding behind the mountain were already slowly leaning up on their horses, and quickly formed two neat rows behind him.

"Please keep a distance, don't get too close to each other, don't shoot, after climbing over the hill, rush forward at full speed. Within two minutes, our horseshoe must step on the Japanese head, do you hear it?" Zhang Songling quickly turned around and looked down, lowered his voice and ordered.

"Heard." The Belarusian soldiers of the International Squadron responded in unison with the entire guerrillas. Although their voices were low, they were like the roar of a beast when they woke up.

"Start." Zhang Songling gently pinched the belly of the big white horse in the East and ran to the mountain ridge first. Xiao Zou led the cavalry squadron and quickly followed him. The International Battalion, led by Leon Ivanov, followed closely behind the cavalry squadron, and never left. Later, there were the soldiers of the Third Infantry squadron and all the recruits who could ride on the horse's back. Each of them pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife under the saddle, with bright eyes.

From the hillside to the top, the distance between two hundred meters was run by the war horse in a flash. When the terrain under his feet changed from uphill to downhill, the muscles and bones of the war horse had completely moved, and the four hooves were flying in the air, and the wind and lightning were rushing.
Chapter completed!