Garrisoned at Nyashiguan Pass was a garrison squadron of the 4th Brigade of the Devil's Independent Mixed Brigade, led by a lieutenant named Ikeda Kameichi.

Don't think that just because this old devil's rank is only a lieutenant, he is incompetent. Unlike those wastes that eat and wait to die, this guy has no less combat experience.

He was one of the first to land in the country, and he had participated in the Battle of Xinkou three years earlier, and it was for this reason that this squadron had been stationed here.

Ikeda Kameichi has a favorite motorcycle, and even though he's been driving it for three years, it still looks new, thanks to his daily maintenance.

After dinner today, the little devil was wiping down his car as usual. But at this moment, the heralds in the squadron stumbled in.

Looking at the other party's rough appearance, Ikeda Kameichi showed a dissatisfied expression, he didn't like to be interrupted while doing something. But considering that there might be important news, he said patiently:

"Iguchi-kun, you are a samurai from a younger country in Japan, so you must always pay attention to your image. Look at yourself now, what makes you so unbreathable, let's hear it. ”

Looking at the calm and relaxed appearance of his own official, the herald seemed to have found the backbone. He adjusted his state for a moment, then took out a piece of paper full of information and said:

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant, since eight o'clock this evening, I have received several messages from nearby stations and strongholds."

"And the news is surprisingly consistent, all saying that they have been attacked, so let's pay more attention."

It is not surprising that this information can be heard, although the troops will step up the handling of telephone lines and other communication channels as soon as the offensive begins.

But there are too many positions to act at the same time, and it is inevitable that there will be some omissions, so that some lucky devils can spread the news. So much so that the devil defenders on Niangziguan's side still received an early warning from a small number of colleagues.

However, Ikeda Kameichi did not appreciate it, but stared at the herald in front of him with his small eyes. The devil lieutenant slowly approached the other man, and then slapped him in the face.

"Think about it with your pig brain, is our situation the same as other strongholds? Whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Jin Sui Army, with the topography of Niangzi Pass, they need at least one brigade to eat us. ”

"Do you know how many people are in a brigade of the Republic of China? See for yourself with your dog's eyes, where do we have enemies here? ”

"Even if a brigade comes, we can use the common people under the mountain to blackmail those hypocrites. Get out of the way, and reflect on yourself. “

Although Ikeda's words are very conceited, they are all confidence given him by past experience.

The location of Niangzi Pass is very special, the entire North China Front does not want anything to happen here, once it is attacked, it only needs to hold on for a while, and reinforcements will arrive.

What's more, the four turrets built on the hill next to them are made of special materials. Compared with the rest in Jin Province, it is relatively strong.

Although in the past three years, no enemy has attacked here.

However, during the construction, they had experimented with the Type 92 infantry cannon, and the 70 mm caliber barrel cannon could not destroy these strong defensive structures in one go.

In his experience. It must be the Eighth Route Army that destroys the Zhengtai Line, and those poor guys can only rebel against the younger country in this form.

But even the main forces of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent heavy artillery on their hands.

But if those who call Hanako dare to have any crooked thoughts about the lady he guards, then he will definitely lead his subordinates to make these enemies unable to eat and walk around.

Thinking of this, he decided to leave some of the soldiers to guard the pass, while he took most of the defenders out on patrol on his beloved motorcycle.

This is a task they have to carry out every day, maybe they can kill some of the Eighth Route Army today and save themselves the capital for promotion.

Although Niangziguan's life is quite comfortable, he yearns for a life of meritorious service. As for the life and death of friendly forces? Sorry, it doesn't have anything to do with him.

At eight o'clock, Kong Jie took his independent regiment and quietly touched Niangziguan Village on the mountainside.

The scale of this village is really not small, mainly because after the devils occupied the pass, they drove out all the villagers who originally lived in it.

In a field of crops, Kong Jie took out the map given to him by the deputy division commander, looked at the battalion and company commanders around him and ordered:

"The devils and puppet soldiers in the village will be handed over to the second battalion to deal with. Try not to make too much noise, and it will be troublesome to alarm the turret on the mountain. ”

"As soon as we take the village, we will immediately launch signal flares to notify our brother troops to start attacking!"

Just when the independent regiment was still assigning tasks, a gunshot suddenly rang out at the Niangziguan railway station at the foot of the mountain, followed by a burst of gunfire.

Everyone's faces changed suddenly, and it was obvious that the battle below had started for some unknown reason.

Although it is not known why the friendly forces did not attack according to the predetermined plan, there is no time to think about these trivial matters now. In order not to let the turret threaten the comrades of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, Kong Jie had no choice but to prepare to order a strong attack.

Just as the soldiers were about to charge, the commander of a battalion stopped his regiment commander, and he pointed to the distant turret and said:

"Captain! You wait! The turret didn't fire! ”

After receiving the hint, Kong Jie looked at the fortifications in the distance with some confusion. It stands to reason that the tactical quality of the devils in this kind of transportation point will not be too bad.

Even if he is not a subordinate of the B division, he should be the leader of the C division.

The battle had already started for a minute, and even the devils and puppet soldiers in the village in front of them had moved, but the heavy machine guns in the turret still did not fire.

It was less than 500 meters away from the open space in front of the station below, and even a blind man pulling the trigger could kill many people.

Flexibility on the battlefield is important, after all, plans can never catch up with change.

It would take about five minutes for the devils and puppet troops in the village to assemble, and the hundred or so enemies would hold out for five minutes at most under the fire of their regiment.

As long as the four turrets on the hill did not fire for ten minutes, then he could try to take out the enemy in the village first.

The main reason is that street fighting is very important to the quality of individual soldiers and the cooperation of the team, and it is likely that there will be many casualties when it is cleared. And when the devil goes down the mountain, he is almost a live target.

After weighing the pros and cons, Kong Jie decided to take a gamble.

If the enemy in the turret appears during the attack, the attention of those devils will also be attracted to them, and this will not affect the friendly forces.

Ambushing them when the devils in the village were in a hurry to support, the benefits were too great. Thinking of this, Kong Jie no longer hesitated and immediately ordered.

"First battalion commander, you take your comrades to the flanks to set up machine-gun positions. Wait for the devils in the village to fight hard in a position that is not up or down, and our task is to end the battle as soon as possible and not feel sorry for the bullets. ”

"Second battalion commander, after the battle begins, you will rush to the village with the soldiers! There must be enemies left behind! Your mission is to rely on the village and attack the devils who are stubbornly resisting. ”

"Third battalion commander, take your men with me and the commandos to encircle the enemy! Our two battalions fight more than 100 people! Be sure to take out the enemies quickly! ”

The tactic is simple, but it's not brainless.

In the case of superiority in numbers and armament, it is only necessary to be careful if there is an ambush. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and Kong Jie is a serious man who oppresses people with potential.

After the devils of Niangziguan Village were assembled, they immediately went to support along the not very wide mountain road.

In order to gain time and cooperate with the defenders in the station, they did not even check whether the surrounding environment was safe.

Seeing that the enemy's position was getting closer and closer, the commander of the first battalion excitedly clenched the wooden butt. When the devil arrived at the intended ambush site, he spit out the grass roots in his mouth and shouted to the soldiers:

"Call me!"

In an instant, the barrage of rifles and machine guns covered the devils in front of them like a large net, and the narrow mountain road left little room for them to hide.

The enemy fell in patches like wheat in the autumn harvest, and time seemed to have returned to the era of gun rows, but only the devils waited in line to be shot.

After waiting for ten seconds, Kong Jie immediately rushed out of the crop field with the assault team. He was joined by comrades from the 3rd Battalion, and both sides rushed towards their goals almost simultaneously.

The battle ended quickly, and even the shell guns in the hands of the commandos did not even finish the bullets, and the devils were not enough to divide the fighters of the two battalions of the independent regiment.

When Kong Jie joined the first battalion, there were few devils on the mountain road who could still breathe. He pulled out the big blade behind him and chopped off the head of a devil who was not yet dead.

The pressure of large arteries such as carotid arteries is particularly high, and blood spurts out immediately after a knife.

Obviously, Kong Jie didn't do this kind of thing for the first time, and he adjusted his position while swinging the knife, avoiding the dirty blood, but the traitor who pretended to be dead on the side was taken aback.

After seeing that he was recognized, the two devils immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, and the steps made of bluestone slabs were soon stained red by the blood on his forehead.

"Eighth Master spare his life! The eighth master spares his life! Give me a chance to make meritorious deeds! I'm a local! ”

Seeing that the soft bones had already peed their pants, the third battalion commander slapped at the other party's face with a big fight, and then made up for it.

"The locals are still traitors! What a shame on your ancestors! ”

Now that time is urgent, Kong Jie has no time to verify whether his words are true. The friendly forces below were still struggling to attack, and they were stopped by the four pillboxes in the station.

"Leave a platoon of people to clean up the battlefield, and let the rest go into the village with me! Be fast! ”

Ask for everything!

Ask the bosses for their support!

(End of chapter)