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Chapter 1984 Changing Stations

Zhao Ziming did not avoid it, and stared at everything he saw in the telescope.

"Fire...fire..."

Zhao Ziming's voice was very low. He knew that the scouts would not survive, and he did not want his soldiers to be tortured by the Japanese army before they died.

"Brigadier, let me lead the team to rescue him."

Zhao Ziming's security company commander requested.

Zhao Ziming ignored the guard company commander and shouted hysterically at the artillery observer: "I let you fire!"

"Road position call, road position call, coordinates... two shells, no need to correct, fire!"

Everyone who saw this scene knew that the scout would not survive, but no one wanted to admit it.

They all want to live, and they will not hesitate to use their lives to protect their companions, but when they see their companions giving their lives for them, they cannot accept it in their hearts.

"Boom boom"

Two artillery shells hit accurately, killing the scout and several arrogant little devils together.

Quiet...quiet as never before on the battlefield!

Even when the road position was surrounded by Japanese troops, there was never such a quiet atmosphere.

Because today they personally deprived a companion of his life. Although it was a helpless choice, this feeling is like the sweltering heat before a thunderstorm in summer. It will be very quiet, but people will be very irritable.

"They're all being watched closely!"

Zhao Ziming took the lead to break the quiet atmosphere, threw the binoculars in his hand to the officers beside him, and returned to the fortification with a sullen expression.

Obviously today would not be a happy day, even if they succeeded in bombing the mountain road controlled by the Japanese army, even if they succeeded in preventing the Japanese army from repairing the road.

"The brigade commander and the commander of the artillery regiment, Zhu, said that they will fire a shell from time to time, and there is no need for the scouts to guide them. The scouts can withdraw at night." The officer reported to Zhao Ziming.

"The scouts cannot withdraw! They must stay there. We have spent so much effort to get them to their positions. The role they play is greater than that of a company."

Zhao Ziming was not exaggerating. From the highway positions to the mountain roads controlled by the Japanese army, there were ups and downs, thorns, grass, and rocks all over the mountains.

Although it was a natural hiding place, Japanese sentries were deployed around it, making it impossible for a company of soldiers to pass through.

A few scouts play a greater role than a company.

In case the Japanese army repaired the road, the scouts could continue to call in artillery fire and bomb the mountain road.

The artillery regiment occasionally fired one or two artillery shells, so the Japanese engineers did not dare to go up and build the road easily.

So the Japanese army decided to look for opportunities at night.

After receiving the order, Qin Dongsheng also believed that Zhao Zhiguo's idea was right.

Poison gas bombs are really no joke. They stick to the skin and can kill their soldiers in an era when medical treatment is scarce.

It would be better if the poison gas bombs hit the position, because there is a gas mask, and as long as the exposed skin is protected, there is a high probability that there will be no large-scale casualties.

If the Japanese army used gas bombs on the 1st and 4th brigades on the flanks, they would not have gas masks.

Once the 1st and 4th brigades suffer massive casualties, the Japanese army will inevitably send troops to attack the flanks.

If the troops on the flanks cannot hold, the Japanese army will be able to outflank the retreat of Qin Dongsheng's 2nd Brigade.

Not only for the safety of the two brigades on both wings, but also for the second brigade, Qin Dongsheng believed that Zhao Zhiguo's order was not controversial.

Now that the whole army has jointly determined a goal, all that is left is to work hard to win this goal.

"I need three death squads. It's still the original requirement. Those who have parents, wives and children, and only children are not allowed to join the death squads. Each death squad is followed by a company, which is considered an echelon, and each echelon is lit.

The second echelon will be added immediately!"

Qin Dongsheng chose a total of three large echelons, and each large echelon has two small echelons.

Among the small echelons, those who charge forward are the death squads, responsible for drawing out the Japanese firepower. The troops following behind carry rocket launchers and are responsible for clearing the firepower points in the Japanese trenches.

Qin Dongsheng looked at the selected soldiers with a solemn expression on his face: "Are you afraid?"

Qin Dongsheng stopped in front of a soldier. The soldier's face still had a hint of immaturity. He lied about his age to join the army when he was sixteen. He just turned eighteen this year, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Who else is at home?"

"Report to the brigade commander, I am the only one left. The village was massacred by the little devils, and I am the only one alive!" the soldier replied sonorously and forcefully.

"Do you have any wishes?"

"My only wish is to kill more little devils!"

He lied about his age and joined the army when he was sixteen, just to avenge his father and fellow villagers.

"Okay, tonight, each of you is Zhao Zilong. You want to kill him every seven in and seven out of the enemy's formation. From now on, whenever your names are mentioned, the little devil's legs will tremble and they will retreat far away." Qin Dongsheng shouted.

He said, "You will go down in the history of China as heroes. I, we, and the people you protect will all remember the choices you made and will be proud of your choices."

"Set off!"

The battalion commander leading the team gave an order, and the death squads and follow-up troops entered the positions they controlled one after another, waiting for the night attack.

Zhao Zhiguo and the others didn't understand why there was no movement from the Japanese army today.

Even if the mountain roads controlled by the Japanese army were blown up, the Japanese artillery positions would still exist, which would not delay the Japanese army from using poison gas bombs.

"I hope there will be no surprises in tonight's attack."

Zhao Zhiguo was filled with worry.

Gangcun transported the gas bombs to the front line, and then there was no movement at all. Anyone who thinks about this can't help but feel worried.

Unfortunately, Gangcun was recalled so suddenly that the intelligence personnel did not receive any relevant information at all.

Moreover, at this critical moment, the commander was recalled by the high-level Japanese army and Zhao Zhiguo was killed. He never imagined that such a thing would happen.

The uneasiness in the hearts of the officers and soldiers involved in tonight's operation followed the sun as it fell into the embrace of the mountains.

The closer to the battle, the more calm the veteran behaved, as if he was doing an ordinary thing.

"action!"

At half past eleven, the battalion commander gave the order, and the first echelon of suicide squads crawled out of the trenches and slowly crawled toward the Japanese position.

In the dark night, the Japanese soldiers were hiding in the trenches. Only the Japanese sentries were staring at the dark night outside.

The Japs no longer fired flares easily. Unless Japanese soldiers heard movement outside the trenches, they would fire flares to confirm.

However, the soldiers of the death squads had no intention of rushing directly into the Japanese trenches. Although they were called death squads, they did not really go to die, and the proper tactics could not be left behind.

When they were still about 20 meters away from the Japanese position, they threw grenades into the Japanese trenches.

"Boom boom boom"

The grenade exploded in the trench, and the Japanese army had no time to fire the illumination bomb.

The distance of twenty meters was just a stone's throw away for the Chinese soldiers who had already prepared to charge.
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