Chapter 952: Fight the Japs (2)
Maoming Taro was not satisfied with just being the cannon fodder, he wanted to be the first to make contribution. After reporting the battle situation, he asked Mito Sanjie to order the rocket launcher to fire.
But how could Mito Sankai agree to this?
"What the hell!" Mito Sanjie was furious when he learned that Maoming Taro hadn't even hit the enemy's firepower distribution on the two hills. "You, bastard, you must strictly follow my orders and continue to attack. You must hit all the enemy's firepower points, attack..."
In Mito Sanjie's eyes, the lives of the soldiers at this moment are not as precious as rocket launcher shells.
There are still people behind him, so it doesn't matter even if all of Maoming Taro's people are killed. Although the rocket launcher has sufficient shells, there will be a moment when they are used up. What if the shells are used up but the position is not penetrated and the launch silo is not hit?
"General, the enemy's bulletproof vests are very powerful!" Maoming Taro continued to fight and roared, "Our bullets can't kill them..."
"Asshole, you are not a samurai!" Mito Sanjie shouted with a voice louder than Maoming Taro, "Have you forgotten that you were once a samurai, organizing a death squad, charging..."
The communication was cut off, and Maoming Taro knew that he could not rely on the rocket launcher. He ordered the team to suspend the attack and asked the signalman to call his nephew Maoming Shinichi.
At the same time, he organized three squadrons of suicide squads of about 500 people, all of whom were elite soldiers selected from various battalions.
Maoming Taro is a division commander, but his troops are currently incomplete and understrength, with only a little over 20,000 men.
Among them, there were two artillery battalions, accounting for one-tenth, about two thousand people.
There are a lot of infantry battalions, nearly 20,000, but hundreds of them were killed in just a short while.
Although the death squad he organized now has only about 500 soldiers, it is equivalent to the combat power of a battalion.
"Mr. Maoming!" Maoming Taro patted his nephew's shoulder in front of all his subordinates, "Take the position, you will be the captain, and I will let the artillery clear the way for you!"
"Hi!" Maoming was really happy.
The squad leader leads fifty to seventy people and is the most basic group unit in the Japanese organization. Above him is the squadron leader, above that is the battalion leader, and above that is the regiment leader.
According to the normal promotion path, it would take Maoming Zhenyi a long time to be promoted to team leader.
But now, after Maoming Taro's operation, no matter whether Maoming Shinichi can complete the task, as long as he does not die, Maoming Taro will put him above the captain when he comes back.
Maoming Taro asked the two artillery battalion captains not to keep any ammunition. If they couldn't get the rocket launchers, how could they save their own mortars?
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"Pooh!"
A young soldier, who was less than twenty years old, spat out the grass roots in his mouth, carefully supported himself on the edge of the trench with both hands, and lay down beside their commander, Wang Kaixuan.
Wang Kaixuan's regiment is the main force to block the Japanese at this position. There is another regiment behind him, which Chen Hong has placed there as a precautionary measure.
Both regiments are tough opponents, and Wang Kaixuan swore that he would not let the regiment behind have a chance to come up.
"What happened to the regiment commander? Do the Japanese still dare to come?" the young soldier asked with his head held high.
"Should be..." Wang Kaixuan put down the telescope and turned over to enter the trench. He was immediately happy when he saw the cautious look of the little soldier. "Little Stone, are you worried about the bulletproof vest? Don't worry. Our old company commander gave it to us to wear. Our old company commander said that people are the most precious."
"Commander, you always talk about the old company commander, old company commander. Do you really know him?" Little Shitou withdrew his hand from the trench awkwardly and sat down carefully next to the commander.
As the regiment commander's bodyguard, Xiao Shitou is competent, but he always feels that the regiment commander is bragging.
How could the captain know that great hero?
“You don’t know this!” Wang Kaixuan took out a cigarette, thought about it but didn’t smoke it. He sniffed it, and said with a hint of reminiscence and nostalgia, “I was a soldier in the garrison area back then, and joined the company where the old company commander was. We were stationed at…where the Miyun Reservoir is now. Our company had twelve top soldiers at the time, not including the old company commander. It was a pity that I only got 15th place in the company competition, otherwise I would have followed the old company commander…”
This guy was actually a member of the special operations team at the time, a soldier of Zeng Wangcai.
However, 90% of the people in the special operations team created by Zeng Wangcai became very powerful. People like Wang Kaixuan, who became a regiment commander, were only average.
"You're really good at bragging. Captain, will we die if we don't brag?"
"Bah, I'm bragging? Just wait and see, after this battle, I'll take you to see the old company commander." Wang Kaixuan put the cigarette between his ears and shouted to all the soldiers around him, "Comrades, don't embarrass yourself. We must win this battle. After we win, I'll take you to see the old company commander. I heard that he is on the island, fighting the Japanese with us."
"Captain, are you serious?"
"Captain, can we meet the hero too?"
"Captain..."
When the news spread, all the soldiers in Wang Kaixuan's regiment became excited.
Many people in the regiment knew that the leader knew the hero, but it had never been confirmed.
"Commander, if I kill the Japanese squad leader or other officers, can you help me get a reward?" said the third battalion commander who was lying at the front of the team and observing the enemy situation.
"Third Battalion Commander, you are obsessed with sniping." Wang Kaixuan said with a smile, "As long as you make a contribution, I will go to the old company commander to ask for the treasure for you even if it costs me my reputation."
The third battalion commander is a fellow villager of Brigade Commander Xiao Wu. The news that Zeng Wangcai distributed a sniper kit to Brigade Commander Xiao Wu and helped Brigade Commander Xiao Wu train people reached the third battalion commander's ears.
He wanted to ask for one for his team, because there happened to be a few soldiers in his team who were good at shooting, and he wanted to give the night vision goggles that were sent down from above to those soldiers.
"This is the regiment commander you mentioned. Just wait and see." The third battalion commander said excitedly.
"Don't get too excited, kid. The Japanese are good at shooting," Wang Kaixuan reminded.
"Don't worry, Commander!" The third battalion commander tapped his helmet. "This thing is really powerful. The Japanese carbines can't penetrate it. We just need to hide from their machine guns."
"Don't be careless!" Wang Kaixuan said loudly to everyone, "Neither helmets nor bulletproof vests are omnipotent. Our superiors have repeatedly told us that if the distance is too close, the Japanese carbines can still hurt people. Everyone..."
He stopped talking before he finished speaking and listened carefully.
The third battalion commander and Wang Kaixuan suddenly stopped, and then they both shouted at the same time: "100 guns, everyone hide!"
The Japanese's two artillery battalions opened fire, and shells poured down like raindrops.
However, Wang Kaixuan and his men were well prepared and had dug trenches in place. As long as they hid well, there would be no problem unless they were unlucky enough to have a shell explode near them.
"Signalman, report the situation." Wang Kaixuan yelled, "Remind the artillery brothers to save some shells. After the Japanese bombardment, they will definitely charge in groups. Damn it, after so many years, the Japanese still use the same tricks."
Soon, our artillery opened fire, bombarding the Japanese artillery positions.
The two sides fought back and forth, but in the end we had the upper hand.
After the shelling, the captain of the Japanese suicide squad, Maoming Shinichi, stood up with a white cloth wrapped around his head. Without shouting slogans, he bent over and started to charge.