Zhao Zhi originally wanted to lead the team up in person, but the steamed buns and dogs strongly objected, and even Yan Shijun said that the boss should sit firmly in the military tent and so on, and Zhao Zhi, who had nothing to do, had to stretch his neck and wait for the news. Zhao Zhi and the others hid in a valley, not far from the village where the artillery was located, less than 3 miles away. Once the old artillery of the front team could not capture the artillery position, Zhao Zhi and the rest of them would immediately support them.

The front team was flanked by Uncle Guo with his riflemen, the scouts of goats and machetes came out to be the spearheads, and the old artillery with 150 submachine gunners followed the spearmen to make a charge attack, striving to take the artillery position in one attempt. Zhao Zhi was afraid of blowing up the mountain artillery, so he left Edward and his artillerymen by his side and gave the old cannon 30 grenadiers. In the all-American-style expeditionary force, it is estimated that only Zhao Zhi's advance battalion still retains the grenadier class.

In the domestic troops, due to the lack of heavy firepower weapons, grenadiers will make up a large proportion of the troops at all levels. After all the outfits were changed to American-style equipment, Zhao Zhi still maintained the presence of grenadiers in the team. Burma is mountainous, forested, and shrubly, and in this terrain, grenades are sometimes better used and easier to carry than mortars, and Zhao Zhi's grenadiers throw farther and more accurately than ordinary grenadiers.

Goats and machetes, who were good at stealth reconnaissance, were naturally the best soldiers, armed with steel crossbows made by blacksmiths, and the scouts followed behind the goats and machetes, and touched the hill under the cover of grass and trees. The Japanese artillery position was built halfway up the mountain, where there was a small village of the natives, which happened to serve as a resting place for the Japanese artillery squadron.

"Ozawa, Ozawa, it's time for you to change the guard, get up" Hyoto Katayama shook the sleeping Ozawa. The artillery squadron strictly followed the artillery drill and arranged light and dark sentinels around the position, and although it was already safe to take Karaka, the squadron commander still did not dare to relax his vigilance. Ozawa rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the thatched house, at this time it was almost dark, and Ozawa only had the first shift at night, which was a dark whistle. After dinner, Ozawa slept for less than 3 hours, and after holding back his sleepiness, Ozawa slipped into a nest of grass. Sprinkled the powder in the grass, and Ozawa lay down comfortably inside.

Before the Japanese army crossed the jungle, they learned about the poisonous insects in the jungle, and distributed medicinal powders to all units early, which could disperse poisonous insects and prevent soldiers from being reduced due to the bite of poisonous insects. There was no wind tonight, and it was very warm in the grass, so Ozawa began to doze off, and the sentinel on the big rock in the distance had long since disappeared, and Ozawa estimated that the sentinel had also hid and slept. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning with just one attack, the battle of Karaka will be over, and you will be able to go in Karaka for a hot meal and a hot bath.

Ozawa's artillery squadron has been stationed here for half a month, and more than 2,000 British troops have been surrounded in Karaka, and the division commander has ordered these British troops to be forced to surrender. Sometimes, a living captive is much more useful than a corpse. Just as Ozawa fantasized about entering Karaka to take a hot bath, a dark shadow appeared on the left side of the grass. "Poof" Ozawa felt a heavy object pressing on him, and his neck seemed to be cut by something, and streams of warm things flowed down his neck everywhere in the grass.

Ozawa tried to open his eyes, and a black face that was smeared met his eyes, is it a wild man? "Poof" "Poof" Just as Ozawa reached out to grab the wild man, he was stabbed twice in the waist and abdomen by something sharp. "Woo" Ozawa wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat, only the hissing sound from his neck. His chest tightened for a while, Ozawa felt out of breath, his head was blank, and his face began to blur until he didn't know anything.

The goat wiped the blood splashed on his face, and stabbed the bayonet into the back of Ozawa's head, stirring the bayonet vigorously, which was taught by Roger, so that he could completely kill the enemy. This was already the third sentry, and the machete took care of the sentry with the men, and the sentry was handed over to the goat. I turned on the flashlight covered with cloth strips, and shook it back a few times, and a black figure crawled up from the grass.

When attacking at night, Uncle Guo's sniper rifles lost their accuracy without reference and light. By this time, Uncle Kuni and his riflemen were all lying in the grass below the mountain, and their task was to guard the direction of Karaka, and to intercept the fleeing Japanese artillery. There was a sound of horses' hooves, and two horses came slowly on the mountain road, presumably the heralds of the Japanese army.

"Stop them," Uncle Guo waved his hand, and several lassoes made of connected belts were placed on the mountain road, which was a homemade tripstring. Uncle Guo slapped the iron head next to him with a smile, this iron head used to be a bandit, and was later absorbed by a miscellaneous unit of the national army. It was also a defeat all the way and fled into Tengchong, and was temporarily assigned to the new 22nd Division.

Looking at the lasso that was slowly approaching, the iron head lying in the grass raised his hand, and several riflemen around him pulled the lasso. When the horses were shouting, the horses neighed and fell to the ground, and the Japanese soldiers on the horses rolled and fell. "Keep alive, stay alive" Uncle Guo lowered his voice and shouted, these boys don't have a lot of weight under their hands, in case it is a herald of the Japanese army, it will be more than worth the loss.

One of the Japanese soldiers who fell off his horse had his neck broken, and he was already out of breath more than he was in, and the other was quite sober, but he was gagged with thatch by the iron head and kicked in the stomach again, and he was finally honest. Uncle Guo looked through the leather bag taken from the Japanese soldier, there were some miscellaneous items and a letter full of Japanese that seemed to be an order, "Send it to the commander, it seems to be an order from the Japanese army" Uncle Guo asked two riflemen to escort the Japanese soldier who was still alive to find Zhao Zhi. Now, Yan Shijun has something to do again.

Sure enough, as expected by the uncle, the two Japanese soldiers on horseback were the heralds, and they came to the artillery squadron with a general attack order. Yan Shijun read the latest orders of the Japanese army several times, read them very carefully, and checked them several times with the captured Japanese herald. The Japanese were ready to launch a final general attack on Karaka early tomorrow morning, under the cover of artillery, ready to crush the British in one fell swoop. The 18th Division of the Japanese Army had learned that the expeditionary force was going to open a mountain and pave the road on the line of Savage Mountain, and was ready to stick to the Karaka line to block the process of the expeditionary force paving the road, and completely decided that the Allies would send supplies to China and Burma by land.

The Japanese base camp used superior forces to intercept the transfer of materials, resulting in a lack of weapons and equipment in China, forcing the Nationalist army to be defeated on the frontal battlefield, and providing conditions for Japan to occupy the whole of China. The 18th Division of the Japanese Army has ordered the 114th Infantry Wing to increase troops to the Karaka line, and the Japanese squadron besieging Karaka in advance, in order to solve the British troops in Karaka as soon as possible, has formulated this battle plan, to completely deal with the British army tomorrow.

Zhao Zhi looked at his watch, it was already more than two o'clock in the night, and it was less than 5 hours before the total attack of the Japanese army at 7 o'clock in the morning. Rushing from the Japanese artillery positions to the outskirts of Karaka, the night march took at least 3 hours without being detected by the Japanese. According to the plan, the goats should start attacking the artillery positions, and if the battle is not resolved within 2 hours, there will be a hole in the timing of the connection. Zhao Zhi couldn't sit still, stood up and looked at the direction of the artillery position from afar.

The goats' actions were smoother than Zhao Zhi imagined, and the light and dark sentinels on the periphery of the position had been resolved, and only one scout was careless and broke his hand by mistake. The submachine gunners with the old artillery were already lying on their stomachs outside the artillery position, and the actual situation was skewed, only a small number of Japanese troops were on the gun position, and the rest of the Japanese soldiers were sleeping in the village a mile away from here.

If there is a shootout here at the artillery position, the Japanese troops in the village over there will be awakened, there are more than 100 Japanese troops, one is not good, even if the artillery position is taken, the old artillery side will also suffer heavy casualties. Just when everyone was at a loss, the old cannon was a thief and laughed very freely. Lao Pao has always had a leather bag on his body, and he never let others touch it, even Zhao Zhi can't, everyone thinks that it must be something like a token from Zhao Yan to Lao Pao.

When searching for Japanese troops in the Ledo Mountains, Lao Cannon found a few poison gas bombs on the corpses of Japanese grenadiers, which were the kind of gas bombs that could be fired with grenadiers. When he was on the banks of the Ledo River, the old cannon without a gas mask was tortured enough by the tear gas bombs of the Japanese army, and he was reluctant to throw away these treasures. Thinking about using poison gas bombs to clean up the old artillery of the Japanese army every day, today I finally waited for the opportunity.

The American-style equipment that was supplemented to Zhao Zhi did not include gas masks, but the doglegs did, which was the consistent style of the doglegs. Poor and scared doglegs, there are any good things that are reluctant to throw away, and now it can come in handy. The machete handed his adjutant knife to the old cannon with a look of pity, this knife was still brought back by Zhao Zhi when Zhao Zhi and the machete were running away. Now there were no grenadiers, and the old artillery planned to use the most stupid way to use the gas bombs, using the adjutant knife to cut the casing of the gas bombs, so that the grenadiers could throw the gas bombs into the Japanese gun emplacements.

The submachine gunners, with their faces covered in wet cloths, looked at the grenadiers in gas masks, and success or failure depended on them. The old cannon took a deep breath, raised his adjutant knife above his head, squatted on his crotch with his legs, and stared at the few poison gas bombs on the ground. The sword light is like refinement, and the old cannon slashed down violently, and there are more than a dozen knives. White smoke was already coming out of the gas bombs on the ground, and the grenadiers in gas masks hurriedly grabbed the gas bombs and quietly rushed to the upwind of the gun position.

Then the night breeze on the hillside, the upwind mouth was like a substantial white fog slowly drifting towards the gun emplacement, and the Japanese soldiers scattered on the gun emplacements still thought that it was a normal fog in the mountain forest, and no one paid attention to it. "Ahem, cough, cough" There were already Japanese soldiers coughing incessantly, and as the fog filled, the entire gun emplacement was coughing.

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