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[256] The 73rd and 74th regiments that ran rampant

Although Ichiro Sato roared loudly after he got out of the Tibetan trench, his years of experience in army operations made his movements very hidden. He lowered his body and walked in a zigzag curve with his waist bent, constantly moving closer to the mixed group of infantry and tanks that had slowed down slightly in front of him. In Ichiro Sato's view, as long as he rushed into the infantry ranks of this group of 8-way tank groups and fought with bayonets, the 8-way would be compressed directly in front of the infantry trench, and as long as the 8-way was compressed on the beachhead, once the Kuomintang artillery or bombers arrived, it would be a one-sided massacre.

Regardless of whether there were reinforcements or bombers, Ichiro Sato looked carefully at the eight-way infantry in the distance, whose eyes were green and charming, and he kept leaping forward, and his heart was sour. The soldiers were also marching with cats on their waists, wearing camouflage steel helmets on their heads, and the soldiers in the front row threw their unloaded backpacks on the ground and rushed forward. Although they are bent on their waists, their speed is not slow at all, and it feels like they are twisting the ancient Chinese Yangge dance, and the kind of submachine gun that these Tubalu people have is simply magical, and the bullets fired from 300 meters away can still ferociously knock down the Japanese soldiers who accompanied the assault around him. This kind of submachine gun with rifle accuracy is already so terrible, and the Eighth Route has done something even more out of the ordinary, they climbed on the kind of heavy tank that looks unstoppable, under the operation of these Eighth Route Infantry, the machine guns on the tank have a rhythmic burst of bursts of bursts, the rhythm is like a sewing machine in a tailor's shop, clattering and ranging regularly, as long as it is hit, no Japanese soldier's body is not mutilated, which makes the casualties of the first brigade more and more heavy.

Ichiro Sato got down on one knee, took a slight aim and fired a shot, he didn't know if he could hit the target, he didn't care about it at all. After the shot, Ichiro Sato just mechanically reflexively pulled the bolt, loaded a bullet, and continued to make a roundabout pig thrust forward.

As the distance between the two sides became closer, there was not much left of Ichiro Sato's courage to charge at the beginning. Seeing that the Japanese veterans who followed him charged fell one by one in the long-range shooting of the opponent's incomparably accurate submachine guns, the brigade of more than 1,000 people was only half beaten, and the remaining half of them were still rushing forward frantically, hoping to have the opportunity to pierce the chest of these hateful eight roads with the bayonets in their hands, but this zuihou short distance of more than 100 meters has become a chasm of death, and the dense and perverted bullet rain mercilessly harvests the lives of these militarist souls.

Ichiro Sato was hit by a bullet in his left leg, and the astonishing lethality almost tore half of his outer thigh off his crotch. He lay on the ridge of a rice field, sweating like pulp, his face was as white as paper, he trembled in pain, gritted his teeth fiercely and said to himself: "I don't know what standard this group of Tubalu is armed, obviously everyone has submachine guns, but they are equipped with a large number of light and heavy machine guns, such firepower, even the special operations forces of the imperial army have never had it." I'm afraid that today, we will all be broken. ”

Thinking of this, Ichiro Sato suddenly burst out with a fierce energy, as if he wanted to say goodbye to the severe pain in his body, he jumped up from under the ridge, holding the 38 style of the bayonet, and endured the severe pain to fight hard. But as soon as he stood up tremblingly, his head shattered like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, and red and white objects shot out from the back of his head, which had been blasted by heavy machine-gun bullets.

It turned out that the 73rd Regiment began to perform real kung fu within 100 meters at full speed after the cat's roundabout approach. It's just that there are 50 Type 59 tanks in the 100-meter real kung fu performance this time, which seems a little weird with time and space.

The 1st and 5th companies of the 1st Regiment, the 1st Battalion and the 3rd Company of the 73rd Regiment, which were outflanked from both flanks, had also arrived, and with the cross-strafing of the assault fire and the relay group covering the impact, the Type 67 wooden-handled grenades flying in the sky exploded in the Japanese charging formation, scattering the courage of the Japanese army, and the 1st Brigade of the 2nd Wing of the 1st Special Division led by Ichiro Sato was wiped out in the stupid pig assault tactics.

Takaji Fujii was already trembling as he hid in the hidden trench behind him, and he saw with his own eyes that the first brigade of more than 1,000 people was destroyed before his eyes, and it took less than ten minutes to see Ichiro Sato's head smashed like an egg hitting a stone by a heavy machine gun bullet from the Dirt Eight Road. The stimulation of these scenes was like a blow to his head, almost breaking his head.

"Yaga ~~~~~~!" Takaji Fujii howled sharply.

"Second Brigade! The Third Brigade! Sudden Cock Chicken ~~~~~! ”

Takaji Fujii pulled out his command knife, climbed out of the mud trench with his hands and feet, and personally led the remaining second and third brigades towards the dirt eight roads two hundred meters away. He no longer had the luxury of relying on trenches to block these infantry-to-tank roads, such a density of firepower and a large number of heavy tanks were simply not something that a mere trench could stop, and if he didn't charge, there would be no more chance.

"Two hundred meters, as long as you rush past two hundred meters, it is a white-knives battle, and the assassination skills of Japanese warriors will not lose to these dirt eight roads!" Fujii thought to himself.

At this time, the large and small mortar battalions and platoons under the jurisdiction of the 73rd Regiment had also finished aiming, and launched an intensive bombardment of the Japanese Tibetan trenches.

When the second hand turned three times on the dial, Wang Qixiu ordered: "Correspondent! Tell all the mortars to stop firing, call a battalion, and give me the tank to continue the charge! Take down the devil's trenches! ”

The Type 59 tank did not stop, rumbling towards the hidden trench of the devil, and the infantry accompanying it sometimes knelt on one knee and fired bullets without hesitation, and sometimes ran forward under the cover of the tank to fire three bursts of sudden bursts.

The 2nd and 3rd Brigades led by Takaji Fujii lost most of their losses in the mortar bombardment, and Fujii was also killed on the spot under the mortar bombardment, and the remaining soldiers had just rushed out of the artillery fire, and were all strangled by the fire network intertwined with the Bayi assault rifles, Bayi light machine guns, Type 85 heavy machine guns, and Type 59 tank machine guns.

When the Type 59 tank ran over the Tibetan trench where some soldiers of the Second Wing of the Devil turned around and fled back, countless grenades were accurately thrown into the trench by the infantry behind the tank forty or fifty meters apart. When the People's Liberation Army rushed over to occupy this Tibetan trench, they were surprised to find that there were basically no living people in the trench. There was only a stump and a few half-dead moaning devils

Wang Qixiu raised his head high, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with the speed of his advance, so he picked up the radio walkie-talkie and reported to the division headquarters.

Xiao Jinghai, commander of the 79th Division of the 27th Army, was very satisfied when he heard that Wang Qixiu had captured a Tibetan trench more than a kilometer long, and Division Commander Xiao immediately ordered on the radio:

"73 regiment, 73 regiment, I'm Xiao Jinghai! You have sudden, I order you to defend on the spot, wait for the 74th and 75th regiments to follow, and the three regiments will advance in three columns together. In addition, you should hurry up and report the approximate casualties of your unit. ”

When Wang Qixiu, who was standing in the devil's hidden trench, heard this, his eyebrows immediately tightened: "Division commander!" You are too partial, why do you want me to wait for Ding Mingfu and Zhao Yubao, these two bear babies, you let me go, I will take Taoyuan Airport for you! I now have a preliminary count of about 15 soldiers killed and 42 wounded, of whom 6 were seriously wounded. The troops do not need to be replenished! ”

Master Xiao scolded with a smile: "You Wang Dazui, what I want is a complete airport, not a muddy ground that was smashed by you, besides, you are a regiment, are you sure to break through all the way?" ”

Wang Qixiu almost shouted as if shouting: "As long as the tank runs with me!" Not to mention an airport, even if you hit all the way to Taipei, I won't take a break! ”

Commander Xiao turned his head to political commissar Tan Youming and said, "Old Tan, Wang Dazui boasted again, saying that he could rush to Taoyuan with one regiment. ”

Political Commissar Tan smiled bitterly: "The 74th and 75th regiments are still busy receiving surrendered prisoners from the Kuomintang Sixth Army, and they can't be pulled out for half an hour. The headquarters has repeatedly ordered that the soldiers must be fast, and they must move with all their might. Although Wang Dazui has a big mouth, he has a good appetite, so let him try it and tell him that if Taoyuan Airport is broken, he will be dismissed! Give me back and be the battalion commander again! ”

Commander Xiao smiled slyly and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Wang Dazui! Did you hear that? The commissar said, I agree with you to try, but I want a complete airport! You hear me! The airport runway should be in good condition! Otherwise, you can go back and be the battalion commander. ”

Wang Qixiu excitedly yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Yes! Mission completion guaranteed! ”

Commander Xiao just hung up the call with the 73rd Regiment, and quickly connected to the 75th Regiment.

"Zhao Yubao, you are a living treasure! What's the matter with you! It's going to take so long to receive a Sixth Army! ”

Zhao Yubao, the commander of the 75th regiment, said with a sad face: "Division commander! Ding Mingfu, this goblin thing, left me and ran away! said that he was going to raid the devil's nest! Now the entire Sixth Army of more than 30,000 people is all my 75th Regiment taking prisoners! ”

Commander Xiao said angrily: "Nonsense! I command! Leave a company in your department, quickly separate the officers and soldiers of the Sixth Army, concentrate all the guns and take care of them, escort the officers to the 81st Division, and the rest of the troops immediately follow the 73rd Regiment! In an hour, if you can't catch up with the 73rd Regiment and the 1st Tank Regiment, I'll transfer you to the engineering corps to dig in the mud! ”

Zhao Yubao, the commander of the 75th Regiment on the other end of the walkie-talkie, was an honest man, and when he heard this, he roared in fright: "Yes! ”

After speaking, Zhao Yubao hung up the phone and yelled at the 75th regiment headquarters: "All of them!" Command! The third company of the second battalion stayed behind to guard and screen the prisoners, and those who made any abnormal movements were shot on the spot! The rest of the troops set off at once, follow me to chase the 73rd Regiment! If you can't catch up in an hour! Don't even think about eating cookies in the future! Give me a nest to gnaw on! ”