Chapter 3: The Morning Star (Eight Times)

Realigning the firing from the Type 92 infantry guns. To the first wave of cannon ejection chambers. The devil's artillery took more than three minutes. And all the shells fell halfway up the hill . Sensei said to intercept the cavalry of the guerrillas. It's just that I haven't even touched the tail of the war horse.

If it is changed to usual. The captain of the brigade, Kuniaki Kawada, had already picked up the scabbard and hit it. Teach your lazy people a lesson. Yet today. But he did nothing. I didn't say anything. Just holding up the telescope blankly. Staring blankly at the crater in the distance. It's like a stone tablet in front of a grave. Motionless.

Although not punished. Artillery Captain Haruhei Ono is not more solid in his heart than being punished. Take the initiative to step forward. Gently tugging on the sleeves of Kawada Kuniaki." Captain. Artillery. The artillery firing angle has arrived. It's ...... extreme."

"Fire the gun. Why don't you fire it. Hit me on the head of the Chinese cavalry. Shoot out all the ammunition that comes with the cannon. Don't save." Kuniaki Kawada suddenly turned his head back. His face was as hideous as that of a devil with rabies.

"Hi Yi. Hi Yi." Haruhei Ono turned and ran back to the gun position. Commanding two doors and ninety-two is another chaotic bombardment. Blowing up a hillside two kilometers away. But nothing came of it.

"Hit. Don't be afraid of accidental injury. Shoot me directly at the convoy position. Don't be afraid of accidental injury. You can't hurt them by mistake again. The bunch of rubbish in the baggage squadron is silent. Didn't you hear?" Kuniaki Kawada ran over quickly. There is a faint blue light in the eyes.

"Angle. The angle is at its limit. The commander of the Chinese is a veteran . From here to the ambush point. Just across the other hill." Haruhei Ono didn't dare to look him in the eye. Tilting his head to explain. The baggage squadron did not move at all. This shows that they have been completely annihilated by the Chinese cavalry. Shells smashed into the convoy. Basically, there is no need to worry about accidental injury. However, it was not a straight line from the gun emplacements to the position of the convoy. The road beneath your feet took a turn of nearly seventy degrees under another hill. Although the hills don't look tall. But with reference to the ultra-short range of the Type 92 infantry gun. If you blindly bombard a target on the other side of the hill. The most likely is not to blow up the Chinese cavalry near the convoy with the ammunition on the wagon. Instead, the shells fell directly halfway through. smashed into the head of the second squadron, which was desperately rushing towards the convoy.

"Bastard. Rubbish. A bunch of useless waste. People are waste. Cannons are also waste." Kuniaki Kawada's eyes darkened for a while. Raise the command knife. Slashed at the barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun. However, the design of the Type 92 infantry gun was mediocre. The barrel is also cast from high-quality steel. The thin command knife took a few hits. Just "be long." It broke in two with a bang (Note 1)

"Push the cannon to the top of the hill. A few of you push together." The crisp cracking sound once again awakened Kawada's senses. Drop off the handle with half of the blade attached. He commanded loudly as he pointed to the nearest hill.

"There. There are Chinese infantry there." Haruhei Ono was stunned. Embarrassed reminder. Although there had been no gunfire on the top of the hillside for a while. But just now the artillery was turned over. But in order to uproot the fire points laid out by the Chinese there . If at this moment everyone pushes the infantry cannon and rushes up. I'm afraid I didn't wait to get to the position. It was beaten into a sieve by the Chinese Makqin .

"Suzuki. SUZUKI-kun. Take your squadron and give me a white-knuckle shock. Take the hill down. Make positions for the artillery." Kuniaki Kawada has gone crazy. Willing to fill with the lives of soldiers. Take down the nearest hill to you. This hill is slightly higher than several other nearby hills. The Type 92 infantry guns were arranged. It is possible to clearly see the Chinese cavalry blocked by another hill. Condescendingly aim at the target and fire. It can also make up for the lack of artillery range to the greatest extent.

"Onboard." Saburo Suzuki, the leader of the first squadron, has long since turned into a red-eyed rabbit. Hear the order of Kuniaki Kawada. Shout. Without hesitation, he led the remaining soldiers under his command to launch a decisive charge to the top of the hill. At a distance of 200 meters from the squadron. His body shook. Instinctively chose to do curvilinear movements. So as not to become a live target for the best people. The other devil soldiers are like him. Invariably make textbook classic tactical dodging moves. However. The Chinese Makqin did not sound . The rifles made by all nations are also silent.

"Onboard." Saburo Suzuki was stunned. Another hysterical scream. Body with folded lines. Zigzag. Continue to approach the position of the Chinese soldiers, one hundred and fifty meters. One hundred meters. Fifty meters. Forty meters. Thirty meters. Twenty meters. It's about to go into the trenches. However, he did not hear any gunshots. Not even one of those cheap Shanxi-made grenades has been encountered.

"The time has come to be loyal to the Emperor." With a heart full of doubts. Saburo Suzuki screamed again. Pick up the bright bayonet. Jump straight into the trenches. He seemed to see a group of Chinese soldiers who had run out of bullets jumping. Fight with broadswords and spears. And he himself is one by one. Thorn them to the ground. Thoroughly wash away the shame of being teased during the day.

However. It's all fantasy. The trenches of the squadron were quiet. There is no living creature left for a long time. Saburo Suzuki, who was determined to die but couldn't find any desperate object, stumbled a few times inside the trench. Jump out. Dazed around. I saw it on the back of the hill. The backs of dozens of war horses turned a corner. Disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Chinese. The Chinese ran away on horseback." The devil soldiers of the first squadron turned their heads. yelled at Kuniaki Kawada, who was waiting for news.

"It's gone. Staff Officer Shirakawa is only halfway there." Several other soldiers jumped to their feet. Shoot indiscriminately into the empty wilderness. Doomed to hit nothing. But they don't do that. Can't vent the anger in your heart. Take advantage and run. Take advantage and run. Where is this military. It's clearly a bunch of scoundrels who don't grow up.

"Captain. Captain. The Chinese ran away." There are always people who are good at patting on the back. Reported to Kuniaki Kawada as fast as he could about what he saw on the top of the hill. Then he looked up with his eyes up. Wait for the other person's compliment.

"Hmm." Kuniaki Kawada snorted. Hand on the artillery mount. barely softened again. Fooled. Fooled. This group of Chinese does not speak of the spirit of bushido at all. Hit a punch and run. Hit a punch and run. What kind of ability..

"Captain. Still. Do you still push the artillery up the hill?" The most unscrupulous person was Artillery Captain Haruhei Ono. Walk forward quickly. Tentatively asked. Although the Type 92 infantry gun is lightweight. But there are also more than two hundred kilograms. If you push from the gun position to the top of the hill . It takes at least twelve or thirteen minutes. And there's that kung fu. The soldiers of the 2nd Squadron had already arrived in front of the carriage and engaged the Chinese cavalry.

"Yaga." Kuniaki Kawada jumped up. A slap knocked Haruhei Ono to the ground. Then he picked up an artillery officer closest to him, Cao Chang. Command loudly." Push. Give me a push right away. Push the artillery up the hill. I'm going to shoot it with my own hands. I'm going to shoot those cunning Chinese with my own hands."

"Hi Yi." There is a lesson from the past of Konoha Chunping. Devil artillery Cao Changming knew that it was a mess. Don't dare to be more verbose. Commanded an artillery squad. Man pushes horse. Move the Type 92 infantry gun one meter at a time towards the top of the hillside. Kuniaki Kawada anxiously followed behind the artillerymen. Bend down and help push a few times. After a while, he straightened up and listened to the movement of the convoy. Until the sound of machine gunfire rang out again between the hills behind him. Suddenly, it was like having drunk enough drugs. Quickly returned to normal. Hold up the binoculars. Trotting up to the top of the hill.

'Those Chinese cavalry are still there. Those Chinese cavalrymen didn't run away immediately after picking up the bargain!' A huge feeling of happiness suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart. Kuniaki Kawada's face glowed with an extremely abnormal luster.' Ha ha. These poor ghosts must be reluctant to put the arms on the wagon. That's why I didn't withdraw in time. Hahaha. As long as the second squadron sticks to them. Wait until I mount the cannon to the top of the hill......

Sustained by a thirst for revenge. It took him just over three minutes. I ran halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain. Standing in a position that originally belonged to the Chinese infantry, looking at the gunfire. Gaze over a slightly lower hill. Finally, we have a full view of the latest situation on the battlefield.

The poor and crazy Chinese cavalry did not leave. Instead, under the command of a big black man on a white horse, he was turning over the supplies on the carriage. Crates of rifles. Crates of bullets. As long as they see it. Just use a crowbar to smash open the box. Divide up the contents of the contents.

Another group of Chinese soldiers was more than 200 meters away from the convoy. A makeshift machine-gun position was constructed. The 2nd Squadron, which held back reinforcements, did not allow them to continue to approach the convoy. The four Type 92 heavy machine guns on the position are all brand new. Bullets don't need to be poured out like money. And the second squadron that rushed back to help. But because the heavy machine gun has not yet moved into place. Crushed on both sides of the mountain road. Can't go half a step further.

That's my heavy machine gun. I haven't opened the seal. That's my bullet. Before coming, I specially entrusted the old relationship of the quartermaster department with special approval. Kuniaki Kawada raised his hand and wiped his mouth. The palms are stained red." Artillery. Saburo Suzuki. What are you doing in a daze. Bring your people. Let's all go down and help push the cannon."

"Hi. Hi Yi." The first squadron leader, Saburo Suzuki, who was already dumbfounded, agreed. Call up your own soldiers. Dazed, he walked towards the cannon.' Heavy machine guns. The Chinese actually turned over heavy machine guns from the supplies at the first time . How they did it. Why are they so accurate?'

"Don't open that long box anymore. I can't hold the rifle anymore." Next to the convoy 2,000 meters away. Zhang Songling waved his arms and commanded loudly. Leave some strength for the horses to carry heavy machine gun bullets. Ammunition of that model. We can't buy it."

"Okay." The partisans excitedly agreed. Throw the rifles that have been opened into a pile on the ground. Continue to the next carriage. Especially those recruits who only enlisted this year. Before the expedition, each person was given only one horse and one Cossack saber. Now he has two rifles on his shoulder, one on the left and one on the right. There are two more rods hanging under the saddle.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu, Xiao Zhao, Da Xu. Lao Li. A few of you are going to open the crowbar over here. This side is loaded with heavy machine gun bullets. It was packed in a cloth bag. Let everybody help get a little." With the experience of following Lao Gou's head to carve up the devils in the Walnut Garden camp. Zhang Songling skillfully pointed out loudly.

Several guerrillas with crowbars ran briskly towards the target of his finger. Three times five divided by two to lift the lid of the box to the side. Grab the thick Type 92 heavy machine gun bullets. Quickly put it in a coarse cloth pocket. Each bag is filled. There were other fighters who took the bag away. Swift behind the saddle.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Dada-da-da."" Table tennis. Table tennis. Ping Pong." The more I thought about it, the more intense it became. The guerrillas who took on the task of blocking it. Got into a mess with the troops who came back to the little devils. Although the number of people is not as large as that of devils. But it's better than being well equipped. Plenty of ammunition. Beat the little devil to the ground. It's hard to move an inch.

I listened to the enemy's movements. Zhang Songling continued to order. XIAO Zou. You go and turn the gasoline barrel on. Immediately pour gasoline on the car. Every car has to be watered through. The great army of devils is about to return. And before they come back. All of this stuff must be burned."

"Yes." Xiao Zou, the deputy squadron leader of the cavalry, agreed loudly. Rush to the gasoline barrel." A class came over to help. This kind of iron barrel. It's full of gasoline. One bucket per car. Pour from top to bottom."

The soldiers of the first squad of cavalry reluctantly glanced at the carriage full of munitions. Jump off the mount. Follow Xiao Zou to one of the carriages to carry gasoline barrels.

The strong smell of gasoline quickly surged up next to the convoy. The eyes of the partisans. It was also smoked red by the smell of gasoline. Rifle. Bullet. Hand grenade. It's all brand new. Everyone is reluctant to use it at all. Now. but watch them burn.

Force yourself not to look at the expressions on the faces of the partisans . Zhang Songling rode his horse and rushed to another cart of supplies. This truckload of supplies didn't appeal to him much. In addition to military food and clothing. It's rifles and bullets. Pressed for time. He didn't have the time to delay on these things. Beckoning and ordering someone to come over and pour gasoline. Then quickly turn around and run to the next target.

Or rifles, uniforms, and the daily supplies of the devils. Zhang Songling didn't stop. Turn around and go. The guerrilla fighters who had already received their rifles followed him with their eyes. Everyone's eyes are full of desire. Since the well-informed Zhang Fat Man is rummaging around. There must be a heavy machine gun on the carriage better stuff . However. To their disappointment. Four more carriages were walked in a row. Zhang Songling's footsteps still didn't stop. It's too late. In the distance, the light machine gun sound of the devil soldiers was faintly heard. Everyone delays for an extra minute. It's tantamount to pushing the second squadron one step closer to the guns of the little devils.

Suddenly jumped up. Zhang Songling jumped directly from the horse to the last big cart." These four boxes. Open it. Open it all for me." Pointing to the corners of several boxes that are pressed on the third floor. He commanded eagerly." Come over and a few people to help. Turn these four boxes out for me. XIAO Zou. Prepare for ignition. Don't leave anything for the devil."

"Yes." The partisans agreed in unison. Rush to the last carriage. Move the arms from the upper floors out of the way. Zhang Songling led several assistants. Quickly pry open your favorite target. Expose more than a dozen small two-foot-long round iron cylinders in front of everyone.

"Grenadier canisters. Devil's grenadier." Several partisans cheered loudly. Even more astonishing than the discovery of a heavy machine gun. This thing is only five or six pounds heavy. The range is as high as seven or eight hundred meters. It's the perfect way to deal with the little imp light machine gun. Two or three guns down. will make the Heavy and the Machine Gun crush to pieces.

"Take the grenadiers away. Go back and score. People who are close to this car. Take four more grenades each." Zhang Songling was finally satisfied. Shouted and jumped out of the carriage. Then he took out the lighter that had been prepared from his pocket. Quickly lit the torch in Xiao Zou's hand." Everyone got on their horses at once. Prepare to retreat."

"Get on the horse. I didn't get enough this time. We'll have another time." Xiao Zou, Xiao Liu, Lao Zhang and other "old" guerrillas. I also opened my throat and commanded loudly. Under their example. Whoever is satisfied. Or a reluctant person. They all jumped on their mounts.

"Boom."" Boom." Two shells burst into the air. Two huge clouds of smoke and dust exploded near the wagon. The little devil's Type 92 infantry cannon finally moved to the top of the hill. Condescending. Quickly launch a counterattack.

"Send a signal to Lao Liu. Let him retreat at once.." Zhang Songling snatched a torch without hesitation. Thrown to the nearest carriage to him." Ignition. Don't leave anything for the little devils."

"Phew... Tick."" Bang.. Tick." Two flares flew into the sky with smoke in tow. The deputy Lao Liu and others of the second squadron who were intercepting the devils with heavy machine guns saw it. Quickly raise the machine gun . Hang on horseback. Before the big army of the little devils understands the taste. Evacuate the battlefield on horseback.

"Whew."" Whew."" Whew." The partisans in charge ran past the petrol-drenched cart with torches. Ignite clusters of orange-red flames. The horses whose restraints had long since been cut off were startled by the flames. Spread out the four hooves. Scattered and fled.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom." More shells are coming. Fall around the convoy loaded with supplies. Blow up more smoke and dust. However. The fire has been kindled. No matter how much smoke and dust. Nor can the fire be weakened in the slightest.

The guerrillas converged in a straight line behind Zhang Songling. At lightning speed. The farther you run. The farther you run. The ghost soldiers who returned to the aid found that the resistance ahead was gone. Let out a loud cry of excitement. Rush straight to the carriage and pounce.

Just over a hundred meters in front of them. The flames on the carriage grew brighter and brighter. The more you burn, the more you burn. Suddenly. There was a bang. Countless bullets and shrapnel flew out in all directions. It will be within a radius of fifty meters. Sweep away not an inch of grass.

"Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom."" Boom." The sound of martyrdom sounded one after another. The earth shook back and forth. The devil soldiers who ran two kilometers to return to the rescue were shocked and fell to the ground. Cover your ears with your hands desperately. Pain rolls back and forth.

Two kilometers away, Kuniaki Kawada, who was overseeing the battle at the top of the hill, spurted blood. Fall headlong.

Note 1: The Type 92 infantry gun is a very qualified close support artillery. Suitable for straight line aiming. Bombardment from a distance across the hills. is beyond its capabilities.

Note 2: The Japanese army's Type 91 grenade is mainly designed as a grenadier. Not suitable for hand casting. Because the quality of the delay fuze is not up to par. Barely throw it with your hands. It often happens that the bomber himself is killed.