"Company commander, you lead people to continue the attack, you must take the house in the middle..."

The commander of the first battalion of the independent regiment had red eyes, and looked at the masonry house in the distance with a hideous face.

This brick and stone house is called the Yang family compound, which is left by a large family in Yang Village, and it is said that at the beginning of construction, it was to resist the rampant bandits here, and it has resisted the attack of bandits many times, and the structure is quite solid.

After the independent regiment was stationed, it was also strengthened, and it was completely able to withstand direct fire from heavy machine guns, and a layer of skin was lost when the grenade exploded, and it was the core of the defensive position of the first battalion.

After all, this place is backed by a cliff more than 20 meters high, facing the entrance of the village, there is a battalion of three defensive positions in front, and the rest of the independent regiment is guarded on both flanks, according to expectations, this should be the safest place for the whole battalion.

And now, the enemy actually climbed up from behind the rock wall·····

How the hell did it come up? The battalion commander couldn't figure it out.

He had already sent for men to knock out all the points where he could catch nails on the cliff behind him, and the entire overhanging rock wall had been smoothed, and the top of the cliff had been cut down with stones and stakes for ropes, so that even the oldest hunter could not climb up.

But he knew that the devil must not be allowed to continue to occupy this house.

"At all costs..." The battalion commander said fiercely.

The devils now use houses to establish commanding heights, implement fire suppression, and cover the devils on both flanks to attack.

Their positions were all at the entrance of the village, with their backs to the cliffs, and they never considered that the enemy would attack from behind, so now the whole battalion was exposed to the fire of the devils without any cover.

The devils on both wings drove almost straight in, and within the cover of fire, repeatedly attacked his position, almost slaughtering his soldiers...

If you continue like this, I'm afraid that the entire position will be lost, so you must take this house at any cost...

"Yes"

Looking at the brick and stone house dozens of meters away, the company commander gritted his teeth, looked sideways, and said viciously.

This gang of devils is not ordinary.

Everyone has a flower mechanism, and the shots are melon grenades, which is already a position that has never been seen before.

The devil melon grenade is a good thing, powerful and easy to throw, but the devil is rarely equipped with it, and most of them are grenades.

Moreover, the previous second company has carried out two attacks, each time almost the entire army was annihilated, all three platoons fell, and no one could come back, as long as the devil's gun sounded, one person must have fallen, and almost all of these devils were sharpshooters.

Therefore, we can't let this group of devils occupy the house, otherwise we will wait for the follow-up troops of the devils to come...

The company commander threw his hat to the ground, pulled out the shell gun on his waist, and personally took the lead in rushing forward.

Nearly 100 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army braved the heavy snow, stared at the dense fire of the devils, and rushed towards the brick and stone house in the center of the rear of the position under the cover of sparse machine-gun fire.

Da Da Da ·

Da Da Da ·

The submachine gun in his hand fired a series of short shots, Junji Koizumi looked at the hundreds of soldiers of the independent regiment who rushed up almost unconcealed in the distance, the corner of his mouth sneered, he didn't stop at all, and between the muzzle fireworks, the charging soldiers fell like cutting wheat.

This feeling of killing made the Japanese soldier enjoy it very much.

There was an open space in front of the brick and stone houses, and there was no cover in the shooting range, and when the independent regiment built its position before, the future war had cleared all the shelters in front of the houses, so at a distance of nearly 50 meters, the soldiers could not find the slightest cover in the charge, so they could only rush hard.

Da Da Da ·

The devil still shot accurately, and finally, after paying a huge price, several soldiers rushed under the house, and without any hesitation, these soldiers directly pulled out the grenade and threw it straight up.

On the third floor of the masonry house, a few devils turned their guns, and a series of bullets directly hit a few soldiers downstairs, and at this time, the grenade had not been thrown out, it fell from his hand and rolled to the corner...

Boom Boom Boom ·····

More than a dozen grenades exploded outside the walls.

And more than a dozen border areas, the inferior yellow explosives inside the interior add up to more than 300 grams of standard TNT, and this power only blew a small hole in this reinforced masonry house and blew off a few bricks, and the overall structure of the house was not affected at all.

"It's so weak..."

Swapped out a magazine, Junji Koizumi sneered.

"Retreat, retreat"

Holding his shoulder after being shot, in the face of huge casualties, the commander of the first company was forced to give up the attack, and in the five minutes of attack just now, only about 40 of his nearly 100 people in a company survived.

Half of them fell.

The third attack of the Separate Regiment was forced to retreat, leaving only corpses all over the ground, everyone who had been shot in the front, all died on the way to the charge.

"Bastard..."

Looking at the company that had retreated with almost everyone with them, and the company commander who was bleeding profusely on his arm, the commander of the first battalion who was about to crack his eyes hammered the ground fiercely, smashing up a large patch of dirt and gravel, as well as bloodstains.

"Triple Preparation"

He gritted his teeth fiercely and said:

"This time I personally led the team, and I must take that house"

"Battalion Commander..."

Behind him came the weak voice of the commander of the third company.

The battalion commander looked back and saw that the third company commander's face was covered with blood at this time, and by the light of the fire, the battalion commander found that the third company commander's right ear was directly cut off by a bullet.

And behind the commander of the third company, there was a large number of wounded, all soldiers of the third company.

"The devil's attack is too fierce, and the firepower is too strong, we are not their opponents at all" The third company commander finally cried.

This veteran, who has been in the army for more than four years, regardless of the ears gushing with blood, lay on the ground and cried.

The third company was responsible for defending the two flanks, and the devil launched an assault on two special agent squads on both flanks, and the losses were even greater than the first and second companies that attacked.

Melee combat, night fighting, fighting is firepower and reaction speed, the devil special team reacts faster, the submachine gun firepower is stronger, and special night melee training has also been carried out, while the soldiers of the independent regiment are all hand-pulled bolt rifles, and the firepower is weak, and the first time they face this kind of sudden attack, it is almost a one-sided massacre.

And the devil is a chicken thief, he takes the initiative to retreat after attacking a certain distance, and then attacks again, repeatedly impacting, not going deep at all, and always under the cover of his own firepower, this tactic leads to the fact that the third company is completely unable to master the rhythm of the battle, and the battle is messy. The troops supported by other battalions in the surrounding area also came in and fell as many as they could.

“···”

The battalion commander looked at the soldiers behind him, and his eyes suddenly froze.

In the eyes of these warriors, dressed in shabby cotton clothes and holding old-fashioned rifles, he saw despair, dead silence, and fear. Even the unwounded warriors had the same look in their eyes.

Three attacks in a row, the repeated onslaught of the devils, and the morale of the first battalion has been crushed·····

He opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

At this time, no matter what he says, it is useless·····

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The attack was repulsed, and looking at the three groups of more than a dozen soldiers of the special agent team around him, Junji Koizumi decided to strengthen the force of the attack and resolve the battle as soon as possible, he pointed at the six soldiers and said:

"You are divided into groups to attack on both flanks"

As an old devil, Junji Koizumi naturally knows that if he wants to win the battle, he mainly relies on offense, and his simple defense is very passive, but they are few people, even if they have a firepower advantage, the battle situation is still progressing slowly, so he divided half of the three groups responsible for fire support to participate in the attack on both flanks, leaving only nine, including himself, to implement fire suppression.

However, seven people are enough, the enemy has no heavy firepower, even if he rushes to the front of the house, with a small grenade alone, there is no threat to this masonry house, there is one or two teams on both wings, and it is not impossible for the enemy to attack from the flank... The old devil thought to himself.

This is the absolute elite selected from the hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers of the empire.

It's really a poor person, and he doesn't even have a smoke bomb... The old devil thought with a sneer.

If the enemy has smoke grenades, it is completely possible to compare the field of vision in front of this masonry house, this distance of fifty meters, without fire suppression, it only takes more than ten seconds to run at full speed.

·····

"What's going on..." Kong Jie finally arrived.

The headquarters of the Independent Regiment was in front of the village, a mile away from the Yangcun position, and the snow and slippery roads on the road were difficult to walk, so it took Kong Jie a lot of time to arrive, during which he fell a few times because of anxiety.

As soon as he arrived at the position, he glanced at the devil in the distance, and the first thing he saw was the wounded on the ground on the position, which made his heart suddenly tighten.

Why are the casualties so large? And even the morale has been crushed!

Also, how could the devil come to the rear of the position?

At the same time, a series of doubts emerged.

"The devils touched up from the cliff behind and occupied the Yang family compound" The first battalion commander explained in a miserable and desolate tone: "This group of devils is very powerful, and the firepower is very strong, I organized three waves of attacks, all of them were repulsed, and the losses were heavy"

"There are also devils on both flanks who repeatedly attack, and the three companies in charge of defense also suffered heavy casualties"

Without continuing to speak, Kong Jie raised his binoculars and looked at the Yang family's compound in the distance.

Through the light of the fire, he saw that on the second and third floors of the Yang family's compound, there were seven fire points that spit out muzzle fireworks from time to time. Before, the courtyard wall had been demolished by the Independent Regiment, and in the middle was an open field, flat enough to run a carriage, and as far as the eye could see, the open space was full of corpses.

This sight made Captain Kong's heart almost stop beating at that time.

I'm afraid that hundreds of people will die in battle····· Head Kong was distressed.

"We have no way to take the Yang family compound, the enemy's firepower is too strong, in the last wave of attack, a few soldiers attacked the side of the compound, but before the grenade was thrown, it was killed by the devil"

The commander of the first battalion cried and said:

"This gang of devils is very powerful, and the guns are very accurate"

"Regiment commander, my battalion is all over"

The voice was terrible, and when he said this, the battalion commander suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted straight.

Under the ice and snow, extremely nervous and anxious commanded an offensive battle that was almost slaughtered, the first battalion commander held a sullen breath in his lungs, accumulated in his chest for a long time, the successive failures of the three attacks, made him even gasp for breath, after the last sentence, a mouthful of winter cool air was pumped down, and the blood was immediately coughed up.

After touching his snort and finding that the first battalion commander was fine, Kong Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered:

"Bring the commander of the first battalion back to the regimental headquarters medical squad, and the second battalion will set up a defensive position two hundred meters away from the Yang family compound, this group of devils uses submachine guns, the firing range is only two hundred meters, they have lost fire cover, they dare not attack our position, and the machine guns of the whole regiment are concentrated."

"Also"

Speaking of this, Kong Jie paused, and the corners of his mouth were hideously hooked: "Guard, you take a few people, I have brought the four boxes of grenades placed on the table at the regiment headquarters, and brought them all."

"Second battalion commander, you need to form a commando team, you have to be strong"

"Yes"

"Yes"

Kong Jie's order was swiftly executed.

With the command of the regiment commander, the people of the independent regiment regained their backbone and temporarily restored their morale, the wounded of the first battalion retreated one after another, and the second battalion abandoned the marginal position and quickly established a defensive position with sandbags on both flanks 300 meters away from the Yang family compound.

Losing the fire cover of the compound, the devils on both wings did not dare to continue the attack at a distance of 300 meters, but only occupied the position and repeatedly tug-of-war, and the casualty rate of the independent regiment was greatly slowed down...

"Captain, brought..."

After some time, the guards came running with four fighters each carrying a box of ammunition.

"Has the second battalion commander's commando team been formed?" Kong Jie asked loudly.

"It's formed," said the commander of the second battalion.

Kong Jie opened the walnut-painted ammo box and jerked open the cover to remove all the grenades.

After that, a group of five was made, four of which had wooden handles removed, and then tied with the wire that came with the ammunition box to form a large cluster grenade.

Removing the wooden handle and rear lead, the body of the M24 grenade still weighs more than 400 grams, and the five pieces are gathered together, with a total weight of 2.5 kilograms, that is, five kilograms, but the power is also huge.

Each charge of 170 grams of high-purity black gold is converted into 240 grams of standard TNT, and the sum of the five pieces is as much as 1.2 kilograms of TNT. This adds up to the equivalent of thirty border grenades.

Kong Jie had eighty of them, and he made sixteen sets of cluster grenades.

"One for Everyone"

Kong Jie distributed the bundled cluster grenades to each member of the Hercules commando selected from the regiment, and then pointed to the Yang family's compound in the distance, his eyes were hideous:

"The whole regiment of machine guns will provide you with fire cover, get close to thirty meters, and then throw this grenade over"

"Labor and management blow up the fuck..."

"Labor and management want to bury all these devils raised by bitches alive"

The commander of the second battalion who personally led the team checked the guy in his hand and understood what the regiment commander meant, he took the commando team and rushed towards the Yang family compound in the distance, and at the same time began to shoot at the Yang family compound at the same time with dozens of machine guns and hundreds of rifles combined...

······

"Hmph, I'm just thinking about it now"

Looking at the independent regiment that had formed a defensive position at a distance of three hundred meters on both flanks, Junji Koizumi sneered, but then frowned: "The first and second squads will temporarily stop attacking and defend on the spot." Free Shoot"

Although he laughed at the other party's slow reaction, Junji Koquan also had to admit that this commander was still very powerful, and he could hardly crack this move. After all, there are only about thirty people in total. Although the firepower advantage is huge, the force is seriously insufficient.

If you continue to attack, you will be surrounded by people and then broken one by one.

"Yamamoto Daisa ordered us to retreat..." At this time, the devil herald brought the news of the retreat.

"Then let the pigs go," Junji Koizumi mocked.

Just as the devil team was about to leave, the assault team began to attack, and the Yang family's compound was splashed with rubble from dense machine gun and rifle fire.

"Stupid"

Looking at the commandos rushing up in the distance, Junji Koizumi sneered, and his evaluation of the previous commander in his heart instantly decreased, and in the face of their huge firepower superiority, he actually rushed straight up, which was completely dead.

"If you are looking for death, then it will be done for you"

He squinted his eyes, changed the magazine for the submachine gun in his hand, and said to the herald behind him: "The second and second squads retreat, I will stay and teach this group of idiots a good lesson."

"Leave half of your bullets"

"Hi" The herald stepped back, and at the same time handed the magazine in his hand to Junji Koizumi and half.

At this time, Junji Koizumi had six devils on his side, seven submachine guns, and plenty of ammunition, and several people hid behind the wall and shot at the charging independent regiment commandos through a shooting hole.

"No wonder you dare to attack..."

Looking at the whirling assault members, Junji Koizumi continued to sneer.

In his opinion, these attacking Eighth Route Army did have two brushes, and the son of the son did a good job of running, coupled with the intensive fire suppression in the rear, he was always able to dodge their shots, and they fought for so long, only two people were hit.

However, it is still looking for death.

How long can you last with such a high level of firepower?

When you get closer to twenty or thirty meters, it's useless to run any position, and at such a close distance, there is no room to dodge at all.

At this time, the remaining fourteen members of the assault team had already run to a distance of thirty meters from the Yang family's compound, and the battalion commander and another soldier were holding two cluster grenades in their hands, which belonged to the two commandos who had been hit before.

"Throw..." The battalion commander roared.

Pulling the lead in his hand, the battalion commander threw the heavy grenade in his hand with all his might. With this wave of his arm, the battalion commander exerted his strength to feed, and after the grenade flew out, the whole arm became sore.

Gritting his teeth, the battalion commander again reached out and threw the second.

Beside the battalion commander, more than a dozen commandos also threw cluster grenades at the same time.

In the Yang family's compound, looking at the dozen or so grenades flying in, Junji Koizumi continued to sneer.

"Stupid..."

Are your garbage grenades setting off fireworks to celebrate my retreat?

Heh, it's still tied together, does it work?

He watched like this, not even bothering to shoot. In the picture he conceived, these dozens of grenade explosions would not destroy the house in the slightest, and then he quickly killed these attacking Eighth Route Army, and finally walked away in the glow of fireworks...

Boom Boom...

The violent explosion struck, far more than the previous grenade explosion, a huge blast wave soared, accompanied by the explosion fire and gunsmoke, there was a sudden bang, and the indestructible Yang family compound collapsed in an instant.

Also collapsed was Junji Koizumi's face.

He and the other six devils, most of them died directly from the violent explosion shockwave, a total of more than a dozen kilograms of TNT is no joke, a mere brick and stone sandy building, like paper paste shattered.

The rest of the devils also died in the collapse of the house.

Junji Koizumi was very lucky, the house collapsed, the explosion impacted, he survived, although he was seriously injured, but he survived, he raised his head with difficulty, and in his vision stained red by his own blood, he saw a grenade falling right in front of his eyes, which was the second grenade thrown by the battalion commander.

Then he jumped and landed right between his legs...

It's over...

The thought just flashed, and with a bang, under the blast wave, Junji Koizumi completely decomposed and dissipated and shattered...

·····

"Lying down"

As soon as the grenade exploded, the battalion commander and more than a dozen commandos who ran back heard the huge voice of the regiment commander.

Fortunately, the snow cushion is only slightly injured...

As for the lying down, it was not much better, and it was buried alive by the rolling rubble bricks, and it became a clay figure...

At the same moment, behind the cliff, the first combat team of the Yamamoto Special Forces was waiting for their leader Junji Koizumi, and from the moment they heard the explosion, several people realized that something was wrong, but before they could send someone to climb up to see the situation, with the whistling of dirt, masonry and stone debris, half of their heads flew over...

They know this half, and it is their team leader.

At this time, Junji Koizumi's eyes widened, and there was still deep fear and despair in his pupils...