In the past hour, the Type 38 rifle in Hao Dabao's hand alone took the lives of 300 Japanese soldiers.

On average, an enemy is killed every 12 seconds, and not a single bullet misses.

The quadruple scope attached to the Type 38 rifle fully played its role in Hao Dabao's hands, and the effect was against the sky.

The two successive blows made Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng doubt the outcome of this battle, and even questioned the combat effectiveness of themselves and their soldiers.

Chengde.

Zhang Haipeng was still sleeping with a plump woman in his arms in the bed, and was suddenly woken up by a rapid knock on the door, and before his eyes opened, he scolded in his mouth:

"Grandma's grandson, Lao Tzu finally had a good night's sleep, which one didn't open his eyes early in the morning, did he knock on the door?!"

An anxious voice sounded outside the door:

"Commander! Frontline Emergency! ”

Zhang Haipeng's hand slapped heavily on the exaggerated bulge below the woman's waist, sat up impatiently from the bed, and opened the door shirtless.

Standing outside the door was his combat staff officer, holding a thin telegraph in his hand.

"What's wrong? Is the battle over? Zhang Haipeng asked with a glare.

The combat staff officer shook his head with a sad face:

"Commander, Lin and the division commanders jointly sent a report on Tuesday, saying that the front-line soldiers are in a tight situation and ask for support!"

"What? Fuck your fart! Zhang Haipeng's two eyes suddenly widened, and the two mustaches on his upper lip also shook a few times:

"Does he, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng, not want to do it? There are more than 10,000 people in his two fucking divisions, and it's still fucking tight to fight a peasant team of four or five thousand people? Eat, right? ”

The operational staff officer handed the telegram in his hand to Zhang Haipeng:

"Look at it, the 18th Division fought from yesterday afternoon to midnight, and was killed and wounded by the opponent's cavalry of about 400 people, and together with the suppression of artillery fire, it lost more than one regiment; This morning, the 39th Division launched another attack at dawn, losing more than 1,000 people in an hour, and all of them were killed by one shot, and the total number of wounded was less than 50! ”

Zhang Haipeng snatched the newspaper in his hand, and before he could finish reading it, his mouth opened wide, and the smell of food fermentation and decay erupted from his mouth.

The combat staff officer took half a step back without a trace, tilted his head and gasped twice.

After reading the telegram, Zhang Haipeng casually threw the telegram on the ground and kicked it on the door, causing the frightened combat staff officer and the woman on the kang in the inner house to tremble at the same time.

"Call back! Order Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng to coordinate on their own, and they must completely annihilate the mud-legged armed army within three days, otherwise they will come to see each other! Grandma Caota, beat out most of the regiment in an hour, when those mud-legged people are immortals? Or do you want to use Lao Tzu as a shabi?! ”

"Yes!" The combat staff officer agreed, and immediately picked up the telegram on the ground and ran back to call Lin Guozhong back.

Zhang Haipeng closed the door heavily, returned to the back room with an angry face, and scolded loudly at the woman who was getting dressed:

"Roll the calves! His grandmother's, early in the morning, added to Lao Tzu's blockage, is it all a waste! ”

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Guozhong took Zhang Haipeng's reply and said to Zhou Zuopeng with a bitter face:

"The commander called back, asking us to annihilate the opposite team within three days, and didn't say a word about anything else."

Naturally, the operational staff officer couldn't send Zhang Haipeng's scolding words over as well, but carefully expressed Zhang Haipeng's meaning in some more euphemistic words.

However, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng have not been under Zhang Haipeng for a short time, and they can completely restore Zhang Haipeng's original words from the telegram.

Zhou Zuopeng smiled helplessly:

"When you went to send the report, I guessed how the commander would reply, and I was expected; But what are we going to do next? ”

It's not that Zhou Zuopeng doesn't have the ability to lead troops to fight, but the current situation makes him have nothing to do.

The other party obviously made all preparations in advance, and the casualties of more than 1,000 people were like a blow to the head, and he was a little confused.

It was not that he and Lin Guozhong couldn't think of the factor of optical sights, but they couldn't believe that the independent battalion would have such a very rare piece of equipment in their hands.

And even the Japanese are only using 2.5 times the optical sight now, which simply can't form such an accurate killing effect at a distance of about 300 meters.

Even if the opponent had a certain number of scopes, it would be very difficult to achieve such a high-precision strike, and it would be impossible for Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng to believe that they had caused so much damage in just one hour of battle.

As soon as the attack of the 39th Division stopped, Liu Chengcheng guessed the reason.

He immediately asked the herald to notify Duan Jinghe and cover the opponent's position with artillery fire.

Mortars striking targets of about 300 meters were not a difficult problem for Duan Jinghe, and the 12 mortars immediately opened fire, and the position of the 39th Division was immediately overturned by the continuous shelling.

Forced into desperation, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng could only stubbornly order to fight back; And this time, they carried out a semi-encirclement all-out attack on the positions of the independent battalion with the strength of two divisions.

This is what Liu Cheng wants, but at the same time, he is most worried about whether these recruits of the independent battalion can cope with this situation.

The intensity of the gunfire at the foot of the hill was two or three times greater than the previous two attacks, which meant that the full-scale attack of the 18th and 39th Divisions had begun.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Boom! Rumble! ……”

"Kill! Kill all the mud legs and go back to sleep......"

"It's all Chinese, surrender the gun and don't kill!"

The sound of gunfire was mixed with bursts of shouts and killings, but Liu Cheng's face never changed.

For the independent battalion that has just completed its expansion, as long as it wins this battle, those recruits who survive will no longer be recruits, but elite soldiers who have experienced the baptism of life and death and war.

Even if their individual combat effectiveness is still not strong enough, and the shooting accuracy is still much worse, but after walking on the edge of life and death, they already have the psychological qualities that a qualified soldier should have.

And this kind of psychological growth is precisely what cruel and strict training cannot cultivate.

Only blood and death in war can forge the spirit of an army!

At the same time, a weasel with a keen sense of smell also catches the breath of opportunity.

Kusaburo Okamoto got the news as early as the first time the 18th and 39th Divisions entered the Chaoyang Territory.

He naturally knew that Zhang Haipeng dared to transfer the two divisions at will, and he must have obtained the permission of the Kwantung Army Headquarters.

After all, in terms of level, Okamoto Kumasaburo is a lot shorter than Zhang Haipeng, no matter how much he looks down on Zhang Haipeng in his heart, when he sees the other party, he must stand up and salute in a proper manner, and call "Commander Zhang".