Dianhou had four mortars in his hand, aimed at a Japanese tank and fired eight shells, breaking the track of a Japanese tank.

After firing the shells, Dianhou immediately ordered the troops to move. The little Japanese did not expect that there was a Chinese army on their flank, let alone that the Chinese army discovered their tanks.

A tank was damaged, and the Japanese army quickly ordered their armored units to withdraw from their positions. Their tanks could withstand mortar bombing, but a single mortar shell could make one of their armored vehicles lose its combat effectiveness.

Zhao Zhiguo led his troops to hide in the mountains. Hearing the sound of gunfire in the distance as Commander Hu led his troops to ambush the Japanese army, he felt a little itchy in his heart.

Fighting a Japanese ambush in the mountains is the most enjoyable thing. As long as you are familiar with the terrain, you can fight the battle however you want. Zhao Zhiguo is the most familiar with this move.

It's a pity that he has to stay here now and wait until dark to attack the Japanese positions.

The Japs withdrew the armored troops, but they did not withdraw too far. If there was any disturbance on the position, they could still provide support in a short time.

After dark, Zhao Zhiguo led his troops to the edge of the Little Japanese position quietly from the flank. It was less than 40 meters away from the Japanese position. They could even hear the voices of Japanese soldiers talking on the position.

The soldiers of the sharp knife platoon and the special operations team were already familiar with the coldness of the night, but the brothers of the regiment's reconnaissance company were a little helpless, especially the new recruits. The sneak attack on the Japanese positions made them a little nervous, and now they were made to lie down.

They were already shivering on the cold ground.

There is not as beautiful moonlight as yesterday tonight. The air is very humid and there seems to be signs of snow.

Zhao Zhiguo glanced at his watch. There were still more than three hours until midnight. As the waiting time got longer and longer, he became more and more worried about whether the brothers in the reconnaissance camp could hold on.

"Battal Commander, do you want them to withdraw? Our sharp knife platoon and the soldiers of the special operations team can complete this task."

After experiencing the sneak attack on the Japanese heavy machine gun position last night, Norihou was full of confidence and no longer took the little devils seriously.

"Let the brothers in the reconnaissance company retreat a hundred meters to hide, and let them come closer when necessary." Zhao Zhiguo ordered.

The sneak attack last night was successful, but the Japanese troops are not fools and will definitely change the password tonight.

The soldiers of the special force had no passwords and it was impossible to sneak into the Japanese positions, so they could not use the method they used last night.

The best way at present is to get as close as possible to the Japanese army's position, rush to the position as quickly as possible before the Japanese army can react, and fight with the Japanese army. Only in this way can the heavy firepower of the Japanese army on the position be ineffective.

Come.

As long as they were fighting with the Japanese army, the Japanese artillery would not dare to fire at will in the dark, and the machine guns on the armored vehicles would not dare to fire at will, for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

After losing these advantages, what is left is for the brothers to fight the Japanese army at close range. Whoever owns the position will depend on who dares to risk his life in the dark and fight to the death with the Japanese army.

The Japs arranged patrols and sentries on the position. After what happened last night, Yamamoto Taro had ordered a strict defense and would never allow their troops to be attacked without any knowledge.

Taro Yamamoto did not expect that Zhao Zhiguo had already led his troops to ambush in front of their position.

The troops in Zhao Zhiguo's hands have good discipline. At this time, they are just a stone or a withered grass on the mountain. As long as Zhao Zhiguo does not give an order, even if they die, they will die where they lie down and cannot move at all.

At this time, the soldiers of the reconnaissance company, which was a hundred meters away, could no longer help themselves. They were moving their stiff bodies one by one and rubbing their hands constantly. If they were placed at a distance of forty meters close to the Japanese position,

, they must have exposed their target.

"Batalion Commander, it's almost time." Dianhou told Zhao Zhiguo.

"Tell our mortars that they will hear gunshots soon and fire four rapid rounds! Let the reconnaissance company come up and prepare grenades. In ten minutes, we will launch the attack."

It was already past midnight, and except for the occasional patrol troops passing by, the Japs' position was quiet without any sound.

But Zhao Zhiguo and the others still did not dare to be careless. The discipline of the Japanese troops was very strict, and sentries must have been set up on the battlefield. Even though the weather was cold, these sentries would not hide in warm places.

After the brothers of the reconnaissance company came closer, Zhao Zhiguo ordered the soldiers to crawl forward and slowly approach the Japanese defensive position.

As they got closer and closer to the position, many soldiers became more and more nervous. Just ten meters away from the Japanese position, one of the soldiers might have caught a cold in the cold wind. Perhaps he had eaten soybeans and couldn't hold it in any longer.

He made a series of farts, and the noise was enough to alarm the little Japs on the battlefield.

Before the fart was over, a flare rose into the air.

"Throw the grenade and charge forward!"

"Boom boom boom"

As the flares lit up, Zhao Zhiguo's mortars first hit the position, and then more than a hundred grenades were thrown into the Japs' trenches.

"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. Brothers mount their bayonets. They work in groups of three. The new recruits attract the kid's attention. The veterans stab the enemy in the back."

In a single-round bayonet fight, the Chinese soldiers and the Japanese soldiers were one-on-one. They were no match for the Japanese soldiers. If the three soldiers did not cooperate, they would not be able to defeat one small Japanese soldier.

But before the battle, Zhao Zhiguo had ordered them to be grouped into groups of three soldiers to cooperate with each other.

"Boom boom boom"

The grenade exploded violently on the position, and all the little Japanese were awakened. While the little Japanese were stunned by the grenade, the soldiers were able to rush to the position in a few steps from a distance of ten meters.

In the moment of hand-to-hand combat, all it takes is courage. Whoever dares to risk his life will win.

"Yao Pengju, lead the special forces to clear the trenches! Dian Hou, lead the sharp knife platoon, block the enemy's reinforcements!"

Each unit has its own responsibilities. The soldiers of the special operations team have submachine guns and pistols in their hands, and the cooperation between the soldiers is also very skilled.

The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Platoon have a light machine gun squad and a grenade squad. Each squad is also equipped with a light machine gun. The equipment is lightweight and the firepower is powerful. It is very suitable for blocking the Japanese army's subsequent reinforcements.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company were responsible for using bayonets to clean up the Japanese soldiers who were stunned by the grenade explosion, to prevent some Japanese soldiers who were not dead from suddenly jumping out, holding grenades and dying with other soldiers.

There was chaos on the battlefield. Chinese soldiers and Japanese soldiers were fighting together. The sound of gunshots, explosions and fighting were intertwined in the dark night. Faced with a sudden attack, the little Japs couldn't tell whether they were one of their own.

Zhao Zhiguo held a pistol and shot the little Japs to death one by one. Before the bullets were all fired, he would not be stupid enough to fight with the little Japs with bayonets.
Chapter completed!