Chapter 5: The Naked Child (12 Middle School)

The puppet soldiers just wanted not to be killed by bullets immediately. Listen to the little lama say that there is a way to save his life. How can there be any reason for disobedience? Immediately. They all patted their chests and expressed their determination. May the head of the head of the horse of the head of Xiao be the foresight. Captain Xiao will do whatever he wants. Never do things that don't have a brain. Cause chaos to the captain.

Seeing that the army's heart has been collected by himself. The little lama hurriedly brought out a few company commanders and platoon commanders who were usually close to him. It's another official vow. It's time to whisper face-to-face again. Then arrange for them to split up and take control of the team. Boost morale. Prepare for the next offensive. Also said. These low-level officers who are not very happy with each other. Once the motivation is mobilized. The role is really not negligible. About ten minutes later. The garrison brigade was originally chaotic like a bunch of ants. It has the appearance of a regular army again. At least. Each puppet soldier has a gun in his hand. I don't just think about finding an opportunity to escape into the darkness.

"Report sir. The garrison brigade is ready. You can attack the enemy at any time." The little lama hurried to Kawada Kuniaki. Debrief out loud.

"Good. XIAO Sang. I'm very happy with your performance." Kuniaki Kawada nodded. Commend the little lama for his organizational skills. Forthwith. He raised his voice abruptly by a few points. shouted an order to all the puppet troops: "I will first order the artillery to do five minutes of artillery coverage. You guys. Take the opportunity to advance the team to within 200 meters of the guerrilla position. Then stop where you are. Waiting for my signal for a general attack.."

"Hi Yi." The puppet soldiers of the garrison brigade responded in unison in stiff Japanese. Then the cat raised his waist. Carrying a cavalry gun that was a cut shorter than a normal rifle. Like a weasel stealing chickens together. Wave after wave rushed to the semi-arc trench five hundred meters away.

Don't wait for the puppet army to go far. Kuniaki Kawada has already raised his command knife in the air." Artillery. Fire~"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Four Type 92 infantry guns spit out fiery snakes at the same time. Four high-explosive bombs were lined up and poured on the guerrilla positions more than 500 meters away. A loud explosion immediately sounded near the half-arc fortifications. Shrapnel flies sideways. Smoke billowed out. Blown up by shells, weeds and dust obscured the sky.

Trained Japanese artillerymen skillfully pulled out the shells and threw them at their sides. Fill the second shell from the gun door. Then quickly launch a second round of blows. Another salvo of four shells . Alternate explosions at an angle staggered from the landing point of the previous shell. Two of them even fell directly into the trenches. Disemboweled the well-dug fortifications of the guerrillas.

"Oh... Oh..."There was a cheer from the devil's artillery position. Immediately after. The third salvo began. The Type 92 infantry gun is light and flexible. It was played to the fullest by the artillerymen of the little devils.

This light gun was only finalized in July 1932. It is simply specially designed for the Chinese battlefield. Although the weight is only more than two hundred kilograms. But it has the dual advantages of a howitzer and a mortar. The horizontal firing range is as high as 90 degrees. The high and low firing angles are also as high as 90 degrees. It can be used as a cannon when fired directly against masonry fortifications. When fired from the back, it can be used as a mortar to throw shells directly into the trenches. When moving, you can carry it on a war horse. When fighting, you only need to hold the gun carriage. can be launched. The height is not even comparable to that of a Maxim. Used to sneak attack, destroy. Create chaos. It's simply invincible. Especially against squadrons that are rarely armed with heavy weapons. It's even more handy.

In the blink of an eye. The positions of the guerrillas will no longer be seen as they were. Large and small craters are distributed on the inner and outer sides of the trenches. Turning the trenches, which were fairly neat, into mutilated bones like wild dogs. Some of the corpses of puppet soldiers and the remains of horses near the trenches. Nor was it spared. Swept by shrapnel in all directions. Turned into a cloud of flesh and rose into the sky. and chaos fell. Polluting the front of the position to be more desolate than eighteen layers of hell.

Under the cover of artillery. The machine gunners and grenadiers of the little devils also infiltrated the battlefield one after another. In order to completely eliminate this group of dirt and eight roads in front of you. Stifle their opportunities for growth. Kuniaki Kawada transferred all the machine gunners and grenadiers in the main brigade and Kodama squadron. There were twelve Type 92 heavy machine guns alone. Light machine guns and grenadiers are numerous.

Regardless of the cat running in front of the garrison brigade. Or the devil soldiers who follow the garrison brigade and use the puppet army as a meat shield. None of the movements are very fast. And try to avoid walking in a straight line. In case of being targeted by sharpshooters in the guerrillas. Become a living meat target. In the last round of battles. Those sharpshooters in the guerrillas gave the puppet soldiers who participated in the battle and the devils who watched the battle. were extremely impressed. If it weren't for them, they killed several of the backbone of the Imperial Army. The garrison brigade may not collapse so quickly . Pseudo-head Yang Yaozu. It's also likely that he won't lose his mind by watching two of his cronies being shot by sharpshooters one after the other. The overseer team that took the lead in the collision with the "Imperial Japanese Army". Bring about one's own destruction.

To the relief of the devils and the puppet army. It is likely that the sharpshooters of the guerrillas have been killed by the sudden artillery fire. From the beginning to the present. Not a single bullet was fired. The other partisans seem to have been blown apart by the previous rounds of shelling. I can't organize an effective counterattack. Occasionally fire two cold shots from the trenches. It's also after letting go. Disappear immediately. lest it become a key target for artillery.

Artillerymen under Kuniaki Kawada. But it doesn't matter what the reaction of the guerrillas is. Soon. The fourth and fifth rounds of shells were also poured out according to the previous plan. More craters appear before and after the trenches. Connect with each other. Divide the trenches. Then under the light of the flares. It's like a giant centipede that has become a fine. Each leg is stained with the blood of its prey.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom."" Boom, boom, boom, boom."" Boom, boom, boom, boom."" Boom, boom, boom.". Artillery salvos and shell explosions came and went. Flying shrapnel turned the trenches back and forth repeatedly. Incise. Not an inch of intact land is left. The puppet army, which was slowly advancing towards the guerrilla position, saw all this. Morale was boosted. The footsteps are invisibly much firmer. The shouting grew louder and louder.

Until after the barrel heats up. The devil artillery had to stop and let the artillery cool down naturally. Didn't wait for the echo of the last explosion to dissipate." Yo. Yo..."Two flares flew into the air with a shriek." Da da da. Da da da. Da Da Da Da .. Da Da ..... "A dozen or so have already advanced to about two hundred and fifty meters away from the position under the cover of artillery, and the heavy machine guns quickly spewed out fire snakes. Tracer bullets dragged a long trajectory to clear the guerrilla positions back and forth. Lest there be a slight omission. Let there be one more living man left on the battlefield.

Immediately after. The devil grenadiers, who had lurked about two hundred meters from the position, were also active. Serve after shot. Throw the forty-eight grenades near the mutilated trenches without any money. Until the trenches are blown up and turned into a dry swimming pool. before the bombardment came to an end for the time being. Lying on the grass waiting for Kuniaki Kawada's next order.

"Yo. "Two more flares dragged into the air." Garrison Brigade. Kill it." The little lama's duck throat quickly sounded in the darkness. Sounds like a ghost crying. Seeing that there is a cheap advantage to take advantage of the soldiers of the pseudo garrison brigade under the leadership of the company platoon commanders. A small cluster for every twenty people. Jumping up in the dark like a wild dog. Pounce on the partisan trenches.

"Can't be too fast. Don't dare to be too slow. Stop every 10 steps. Crawl on the ground and shoot. In the event of a guerrilla counterattack. Just lie on the ground and don't get up. Wait for Taijun to clean them up." Almost every puppet soldier. The new head of the regiment, the little lama, admonished before leaving. I carried a rolling melon and was ripe.

The vast majority of them thought their elders' admonitions were considerate. So under the guidance of flares. Run a few steps. Stop. Run a few steps. Stop. Repeatedly test the reaction of the trenches in the middle of the earth. A little bit of wind and grass. It turns into a bunch of shell mantis. Stick your head in the dirt. Ass pouting. Nose arch anteriorly. But. There are also a handful of them. Although keeping in mind every word of the little lama. but they do not intend to obey. Especially Deputy Liu Tuan and those battalion commanders. I really can't accept that the little lama, this bullshit company commander, suddenly rode on his head. Secretly vowing to get back what was lost. Seeing that the trench was less than two hundred meters away from him. Categorically separated from the brigade with their respective cronies. Individually formed an array of attacks. The calves run fast. The mouth screamed very loudly.

"Kill the dirt and eight ways. Revenge for Commander Yang." Deputy Liu Tuan waved a handful of Wang Ba boxes. The body jumps up and down. The trenches on the dirt road are about to be blown into a barn. He did not believe in such a dense shell . What combat effectiveness can the guerrillas maintain. At best, there will be one or two fish left to slip through the net. And this one or two slipped through the net. He may not have the ability to hit him. After all, there were at least a dozen brothers in front of him. The direction of progress is also constantly making zigzag adjustments.

"Brethren. Kill. Taijun is watching us from behind."

"Rush. Don't give a villain a chance to perform." The mentality of several other battalion commanders was similar to that of Deputy Liu. They all wanted to replace the little lama immediately. They regret it very much now. I knew that the Japanese were willing to provide such strong fire support to the garrison brigade. Why should the little lama take the throne by everyone.. A slap to pull him away on his own. Under the bombardment of the Japanese. Dirt Eight Road may have been bombed into slag a long time ago. Whatever commands this round of charge. can pick up a lot of work in vain.

Under the lure of great expectations. A few pseudo-officers who had just missed the opportunity to be promoted shouted. Running. Running. Shouting. I'm afraid that my performance is not hard enough. Can't attract the attention of the Japanese Taijun who is watching the battle from behind. Run from a distance of one hundred and fifty meters from the trench to one hundred meters. and ran from 100 meters to 50 meters. It's about to get what you want. Suddenly. A few people were stunned. Qi Qi stopped. Face flushed with excitement. Instantly whiter than soot.

Muzzle. They saw a neat row of muzzles. Bombarded in the intertwined trenches. It was supposed to be a pile of scraps of dirt. He stood up unscathed. Pulled the trigger against their chests.

Dozens of rifles let out a neat roar. Bullets fly out. Cut down an entire row of the puppet soldiers who rushed the most aggressively.

"Eight roads. Eight Roads is still alive." The puppet soldiers who were lucky not to be hit by the bullet screamed. Scatter your legs and run to the meeting. The one in his hand is completely used as a burning stick. I didn't even have the courage to fight back. The partisans in the trenches were not prepared to give them a second chance to escape. Point the gun at their back. Pull the trigger one after another." Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong" The shooting sound of the 38 big gayer became one. Occasionally, there is a thin sound of water beads shooting. The puppet soldiers with their backs to the trenches were as if they had been named. One by one, they fell to the ground. The blood coming out of the wound mixed with the dried blood on the ground. Moisten the area around the trenches into a muddy one.

Liu Wenzhong, the deputy of the puppet group, was the most agile in escaping. Two rounds of bullets in a row. He used the zigzag run to dodge." Hand him over to me." Zhao Tianlong, who was directing the guerrilla battle, saw that his hands were itchy. Raise the box cannon with one hand. Aim for the back of the head of the pseudo-regimental commander. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. His wrist slowly adjusted with the puppet leader's run. Suddenly. Hold on to a steady stop. Pull the trigger." Phew." The muzzle of the gun jumped up slightly. Bullets whizzed out. Skimming over a distance of more than 60 meters. Catch up with the puppet group deputy from behind. Directly lifted the lid on this person.

"Ahh Liu Wenzhong, deputy of the puppet regiment, howled miserably. Nine-tenths of the heads that have lost their skulls. Keep drawing zigzags and run forward. Until the brigade that rushed into the second wave of the puppet army. before he completely lost consciousness. Stumbled a few steps. One fell on his head.

"Deputy Liu Tuan is dead. Deputy Liu Tuan is dead."" Battalion Commander Lee is dead. The summer camp commander is also dead." Sudden hair. The puppet soldiers of the garrison brigade, who are accustomed to fighting on horseback, simply can't make the planned moves. Either turn around in a panic and flee for your life with the accomplices who have luckily retreated. Either freeze in place. Rip your throat open. Yelling.

Such a stupid act. This makes their losses even worse. The partisans calmly pulled the bolts of their guns like stupid roe deer. Push on the bullet. Pull the trigger. Another salvo . Beat the puppet army to the point of crying wolf.

"Da-da-da-da. Da da da. Da ...... "The devil machine gun that was on the task of suppressing fire roared in time from both sides. The guerrillas in the trenches were crouched down to dodge. With the help of this rare interval. The little lama hiding in the crowd opened his throat. Shouting and scolding." A sucker. Stupid guy who got kicked in the head by a donkey. Hurry up and get down. Get down. Don't block Taijun's view."

"Get down. Get down." The little lama's cronies and the backbones who were pulled by him opened their throats one after another. Repeat the leader's instructions aloud. The puppet soldiers who are not used to being infantry are like sleepwalking. Clumsily bent over. Make a prostrate action one after another. Then it's too late. Wait for them to give up room to attack. The Devil Heavy on the front of the battlefield has been unable to find his target. A guerrilla fighter who had previously fired a salvo at the puppet army with a rifle. It disappeared like dew on the tip of the grass. Not even a trace of evaporation was left for the little devil.