Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 117: Apprentice Learns from Master

Each infantry battalion of the Japanese had an artillery squad equipped with two Type 70 infantry guns (mm caliber).

Kenjiro Keiichiro concentrated eight Type 92 infantry guns from four infantry battalions to form a medium-sized artillery group.

But now all these infantry artillery fell into the hands of Monk Wei.

I remember that during the battle of Hongyadong, Wang Meng seized the Japanese artillery position and directly fired at the Japanese infantry.

As Wang Meng's apprentice, how could he not have learned it?

Monk Wei kicked the ammunition boxes away. The artillery teams brought four ammunition boxes for each Type 92 infantry gun. Each ammunition box contained five rounds, for a total of twenty rounds, but half of them had been used up by the Japanese.

"Turn your guns around and bomb the Japanese camp!"

Monk Wei turned the muzzle of the gun back and aimed it at the enemy camp two miles away.

Holding up the telescope, Monk Wei gave the order: Target the enemy camp and fire a single shot.

A shell landed 20 meters away from the enemy camp, and the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion quickly adjusted the parameters.

"Fire all the shells as quickly as possible!"

The soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion quickly loaded and fired. Within two minutes, eight Type 92 infantry guns fired more than 80 shells, all of which hit the enemy's camp.

Keisuke Miura, who was lying under the table in the headquarters, was confused for a moment. Didn't the Eighth Route Army only have heavy mortars? How could they fire so far? Did the Eighth Route Army advance?

Kenjiro Keiichiro hurriedly ordered his men to investigate, but after asking around, none of the sentries or guards outside had found any trace of the Eighth Route Army.

Kenjiro Kei Miura quickly turned his attention to the artillery position. The Type 92 infantry gun was the Japanese's "strategic weapon" and could not be missed.

Without caring about the Japanese soldiers who were screaming and howling in pain, Kenjiro Keiichiro immediately ordered the two squadrons of soldiers to advance quickly towards the artillery position to ensure that the infantry artillery was foolproof.

Monk Wei was overjoyed as he looked at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers scattered all over the ground. More than eighty artillery shells blew up at least ten tents of the Japanese soldiers, as well as groups of scattered soldiers who had no protection from bunkers, killing at least a hundred and eighty of them.

"Blow up all the Japanese guns for me. The rest of you are lying in ambush on the roadside. Someone is bringing food to us!"

The soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion stuffed a grenade into the barrel of each Type 92 infantry gun and prepared to pull the string.

They felt sorry for the soldiers leading the way in the New Second Regiment, and finally persuaded Wei Heshang to leave one gun in his hands. Several people worked together to drag the 400-jin infantry gun to the position of the New Second Regiment.

"boom!"

Seven grenades blew the barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun into a state of distortion.

The two Japanese squadrons that were sprinting on the road came with a death order. When they heard the explosion, they hurriedly quickened their pace, forgetting to search and move forward, and all entered the ambush circle of the reconnaissance battalion.

Two reconnaissance companies equipped with fully automatic firearms took advantage of their rest and ambushed two Japanese squadrons equipped with bolt-action rifles. The result is self-evident.

The two Japanese squadrons retreated back to the camp, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

When Kenjiro Kei Miura saw the Japanese squadron returning in a panic, he knew that the Type 92 infantry gun was in great danger.

"Damn it, you cunning Eighth Route Army! Contact the 60th Brigade in Changzhi and immediately dispatch a Type mountain artillery squadron to bombard the Eighth Route Army positions!"

The caliber of the Type 75 is mm, but its range is as long as eight kilometers, which can completely suppress the Eighth Route Army's mortars.

Monk Wei, who was at the "ruins" of the Japanese artillery position, saw that the Japanese no longer came to offer their lives, so after staying there for two hours, he decided to find another place to make his fortune.

He handed over the artillery position to the soldiers of the New Second Regiment who came to clean up the battlefield.

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment looked at the destroyed Type 92 Infantry Gun and cried with heartache.

"How come such a good thing exploded?"

Monk Wei scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"I don't know when the Japanese will come or how many people will come. If they take it back, we will be the ones who suffer."

What Monk Wei said makes sense. After all, this is in enemy territory. We can't take the risk, right?

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment wiped their tears, moved all the guns and ammunition away, and finally took away the destroyed Type 92 infantry gun, and went to the logistics department to replace bullets.

Monk Wei led the reconnaissance battalion to the supply line of Keisuke Miura and marched quickly to Xibao Village, ten miles away from Dianshang Town.

Xibao Village is located between Dianshang Town and Changzhi, with a flat terrain.

The reason why Monk Wei chose Xibao Village as the ambush site was to catch the enemy by surprise.

When they arrived at Xibao Village, it was already evening and the sun was about to set. Monk Wei quickly organized his team to dig foxholes on both sides of the road and set up camouflage.

A squad of soldiers was sent to each end of the road, carrying walkie-talkies to observe the enemy's movements at any time.

Finally, when the sky was gray, five trucks of the 69th Division's light and heavy team (also called the baggage team) sent from Changzhi came to deliver ammunition and food to their commander, Kei Miura Kenjiro.

The scout in the Changzhi direction pressed the walkie-talkie.

"Commander, there are five trucks coming, each with a Japanese motorcycle escorting them. There are about three Japanese soldiers on each truck, all with light machine guns."

"Received! Continue monitoring!"

Wei Heshang issued a combat order, requiring the sniper of the reconnaissance battalion to open fire first, shooting the Japanese driver and machine gunner, and not to destroy the truck.

"I'm going to tell you something up front. Whoever destroys the truck will have to carry the supplies inside back to me!"

The soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion all touched their shoulders. If they really had to carry all these supplies back for more than ten miles, wouldn’t they be exhausted to death?

As they were talking, the sound of the Japanese truck's engine was heard in the distance.

The escorting officer on the first truck was Lieutenant Koizumi from Osaka, who stretched lazily.

"Another boring escort, but compared to those fools risking their lives on the battlefield, I'm lucky!"

"Koizumi-kun, you are the kindest officer I know, and the one who treats your subordinates the closest. No wonder everyone likes you so much!"

Lieutenant Koizumi closed his eyes and thought of the Koizumi family doing business in Osaka, how wealthy and leisurely they were.

If he had not been under pressure from the Japanese government, he would not have thrown himself into this war that left him far from his homeland and was devoid of nourishment.

He would rather eat rice balls, drink sake and live an unknown life at home than come here and live in fear and practice some bullshit Bushido spirit.

In the eyes of Lieutenant Koizumi, those Japanese soldiers who fought desperately in the war were absolute idiots.

Or they dream of making contributions in the war and receiving awards, thus achieving success overnight.

Or they were fooled by those high-ranking officials in Tokyo and worked hard for them.

All in all, they are a bunch of fools.

"Don't think too much. As long as I can complete my military service safely and return to Osaka, that's better than anything else!"

"Hayi!"

Just as the two "war-weary" people were preparing to have an in-depth exchange, a huge branch blocked the middle of the road.