The top of the stone building is a lookout tower, but it is no longer suitable for use as a lookout tower because two layers of sandbags have been temporarily laid on it to prevent artillery fire. The height difference under the battlements on all four sides has been greatly reduced, and it is very hot under the sun. Tianlai Novels. 23txt. com
Holding the sergeant's telescope borrowed from Xiao Hongying, Hu Yi lay on the observation tower with sandbags as the bottom and carefully observed the situation outside the wine station; the northern periphery of the wine station peninsula was a fan-shaped open area with a width of about 200 meters, and behind it was a long fan-shaped forest line. The enemy's simple deployment was to spread from east to west along the forest line, with both ends close to the river in a semi-encirclement situation.
In the telescope lens, the shade of the trees obscured most of the details, but Hu Yi was still able to judge based on his experience that the enemy's deployment density had obviously become much looser, and the number of light machine gun positions that occasionally fired had decreased from the original three to two, which meant that troops must have been withdrawn from this semi-encirclement line.
The telescope continued to observe, Hu Yi was thinking, how many troops were withdrawn? What were they used for? The most suitable scenario might be to go upstream, then go down the river, cut off the retreat of the wine station, and become a full encirclement. So far, there is still no news about the movement of the Japanese. It seems that the Japanese are taking the southern route. They should be in the distant Wuming Village, or have passed Wuming Village and are turning north on the way to attack Dabei Village. Li Youde's troops in front of them are going west to join the Japanese. This is a separate route of advance, without the cooperation of the Japanese. The judgment is complete.
It's time. Hu Yi put down his long glasses. Under the curled arc of his hat brim, a complex look of ease flashed across his narrow eyes.
The difference between Hu Yi and Li Yong is that of a professional versus a non-professional; one of the differences between a professional and a non-professional is the identification of offense and defense; Li Yong has three companies with nearly 400 soldiers, and he naturally thinks that he is the attacker and that attacking is the attacker's right; Hu Yi has no idea of offense or defense, if he wants to escape, he escapes; if he wants to defend, he defends; if he wants to attack, he attacks; the comparison of troop strength is not the only factor.
He left the observation tower and went down to the third floor of the stone house, and gave an order to Xu Xiao: "Go and inform Ma Liang that from now on, his platoon will be out of hiding and fire freely toward the north bank downstream."
Xu Xiaoru was pardoned and almost slid down the stairs. To him, the third floor was hell.
Xiao Hongying's eyes lit up after hearing this. She threw away the Queen's willow branch and asked directly without considering what Hu Yi was going to do, "Can I be included?"
"You'd better take a break here and shoot towards the downstream river bank." Hu Yi threw Cao Changjing back into Xiao Hongying's arms.
"It's so far away, they basically hide in the woods and don't come out to attack, what can I hit?"
"It doesn't matter what you hit! With your ability, even if you can't hit anyone, you can at least scare them to death."
Hu Yi then disappeared at the stairs. Xiao Hongying had no choice but to stand up and go to the firing hole facing east, holding her Type 44 carbine and waiting. Wu Shitou quickly placed an ammunition box under the shooting position for someone who was not tall enough to step on.
On the second floor of the stone house, Hu Yi ordered Waste to immediately find Li Xiang, bring two basic grenades (16 pieces), join the second platoon, and prepare for the attack. Then he ordered Luo Fugui to face east and conduct short bursts of fire at all visible targets near the downstream river bank.
Luo Fugui complained: "There is not much ammunition left. We can't even get five magazines here. What should we do if the enemy attacks from the west?"
"Don't worry about the west. The enemy won't attack now. But one thing is for sure, don't waste bullets! You must fire one shot at a time, and stop when there is no target. Otherwise, I will kick you to death!"
So, the bear-like machine gunner lazily removed the Czech light machine gun from the western firing position, switched to the east, adjusted the bipod, and put the butt of the gun into his shoulder: "Hmm... Hey? Where is my helmet? One ear, are you deaf or blind? Can't you have some sense!"
Yi Er, who was on the lookout, left his observation position in a hurry and looked around for his helmet: "It's so far away, and we are in a stone building, they can't hit us, right?"
"What do you mean by 'bullets don't have eyes'? The bullet that kills you may not be aimed at you. Don't you think about where those unlucky guys downstairs came from?"
After a decadent deep breath, the Czech light machine gun suddenly fired, the sound shook the entire three-story stone building, even Luo Fugui's ears were buzzing, his broad and thick shoulders only trembled slightly under the recoil, two, three, paused for a few seconds, and then two more...
Machine Gun Bear quickly got into the state, extremely focused, moving the vague suspected targets into the machine gun's sight and pulling the trigger steadily. He could feel the targets crawling hastily under the trajectory he created. The smoke that rushed out of the bolt again and again quickly spread and entered Bear's nose, making him temporarily forget the tragedy of losing everything. He could not hear the crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground in twos and threes, and could not realize that he had now become an excellent machine gunner, very arrogant and dominant.
The already sporadic gunfire rang out again, originating from the bursts of fire from the high-position machine guns on the second floor of the stone building and the occasional cold shot from the Type 44 carbine on the third floor. The enemy on the east began to blindly return fire at the stone building. Soon after, gunfire was heard on the south bank downstream of the wine station. Ma Liang's row of troops fired across the river towards the north bank. The sounds of more than twenty Type 38 rifles were chaotic and intertwined. The frequency of the enemy's counterattack dropped rapidly. The puppet troops downstream realized for the first time what the gap in weapon performance meant, especially in this long-range shooting situation, and the crossfire from two directions.
No one in the open area near the river bank dared to fight back. Some of them huddled together, covering their wounds and howling like wolves, while others desperately climbed towards the treeline under the cover of vegetation. They had to give up control of the downstream river bank. For them, the worst thing was to lose an attack channel. Fortunately, they did not use the river bank to launch an attack. It turned out that there was an ambush of the 9th Company on the opposite bank. What seemed to be a defense of the weak side was actually a big trap!
At the same time, more than 20 gray figures crouched and rushed to the beach on the east bank of the wine station. After approaching the shoreline, they began to slide downstream along the shore in a line. At the front was the company commander of the 9th Company, Hu Yi, who was holding a rifle. He led the second platoon of the 9th Company. For the sake of safety and concealment, under the cover of the firepower of the first row on the south bank, they took advantage of the height difference of the shore base and waded along the river in the shallow water along the shore.
After leading the second platoon for about 200 meters, Hu Yi stopped the team behind him, and the entire platoon left the water and went ashore. They spread out, crawled and hid. He continued to climb to a suitable height, and observed to the north in secret. One end of the fan-shaped tree line was not far ahead, full of green.
He retreated some distance, turned around and gestured to the first row of positions on the south bank of the river. Ma Liang on the opposite bank understood and immediately led the first row to leave their positions, go west along the bank, cross the bridge, go north along the east bank of the wine station, and then run the same route as the second row. When they arrived at the shore where the second row was located, Ma Liang left the team and crouched beside Hu Yi to receive orders.
"Take your first platoon and continue downstream for a hundred meters, then go ashore and attack in a fan-shaped circuitous direction toward the north. You have to attack first, and I will lead the second platoon to attack from behind. Follow the treeline and keep the horizontal distance from me. It's up to you whether to increase or decrease the distance."
Ma Liang's face was serious: "How far do we attack?"
Hu Yi thought quickly and decided that the attack should last until the enemy got over the initial panic. However, this kind of thing could not be used as a reference for distance. A rough estimate... maybe one-third of the outer fan of the wine station, or a quarter if you are more conservative. He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's attack and see. Don't seek speed, seek stability."
Ma Liang took the order and led a platoon to continue to move downstream along the river. Hu Yi then called Tian Sanqi over and asked, "Have you seen me draw a map with a compass?"
Tian Sanqi nodded.
Then Hu Yi raised his hand and pointed westward in the direction of the bunker in the wine station: "The bunker is the origin, which is where the tip of the compass is stuck. Now your second row is the starting point of the first compass line, and Ma Liang's row is the starting point of another line farther away. Our attack route is the two parallel arcs drawn by the compass. We will advance around our bunker, not in a straight line. Do you understand?"
Afraid that Tian Sanqi would not be able to understand, Hu Yi stretched out his right index and middle fingers, and used them to draw a circle on the soil beside him while explaining.
Tian Sanqi thought hard and nodded.
"After entering the woods, the entire platoon will spread out. You will be on the left end. Try not to stray too far from the left treeline. Keep the distance to the bunkers and hold the formation together. Don't act recklessly. With the firepower of the bunkers outside, there is no need to worry about the left side being attacked or missed. Don't worry about our small number of people."
"But after entering the woods, can Ma Liang and the others still keep track of the direction?"
"He can rely on the sound of our gunfire. Go get ready." Hu Yi looked downstream and saw that Ma Liang's platoon had already left the water's edge and was crawling northward into the green space. So he picked up his rifle and turned to climb back up. His eyes drifted across the swaying green and fixed on the woods several dozen meters away: "Li Xiang, target the woods, distance eighty, eight extensions, now."
On the shore behind Hu Yi, Li Xiang quickly set up the grenade launcher and set the distance based on his experience. With Waste as his assistant, eight grenades were taken out of the bag, the first one quickly rushed into the blue, and the second one was loaded immediately. This was a rough shot, and there was no need for test firing and adjustment. It was just to deter the enemy, create more chaos, and create more favorable conditions for approaching the woods.
boom-
The first explosion kicked up a flurry of broken leaves in the woods near the river bank, and the shock wave caused a large area of trees to tremble as a whole. It was like a momentary optical illusion, leaving the puppet troops in the forest speechless and completely confused as to why.
boom-
Just three seconds later, the second explosion raised large pieces of broken branches, which flew or fell, scratching the leaves and making a rustling sound. This time, someone finally realized that it was not someone who had accidentally pulled a grenade, and realized that the dull explosion from the direction of the river bank was the sound of the grenade launchers used by the Imperial Army.
"Little Cannon!"
This shout was heart-wrenching like the end of the world, and he didn't care how far away the explosion was from him. His scream was more penetrating than the explosion, giving the fragile hearts another blow. Everything has a habit. The Eighth Route Army bombarded the devils, and they got used to it. The puppet army always saw the devils bombarding the Eighth Route Army, and they got used to it. When it was their turn, they felt more frightened, and they were even worse than the ignorant.
Some ran madly into the deeper woods, some curled up in the grass with their heads covered and chanted Buddhist scriptures. There were a few calm people who were not frightened, but the muzzles of their guns were pointed west and their eyes were still fixed in the direction of the wine station. They were completely unaware that the Eighth Route Army had appeared on the southern bank of the river. Led by a professional soldier, they crouched with their backs hunched and rifles in hand, and formed a loose horizontal line of attack in the green, coming like wolves.
It was already bizarre that those few Eighth Route Army soldiers dared to defend the wine station in broad daylight, how could they attack it? This is unscientific!
If you hang around capable people for a long time, you will think you are also capable, and forget what it means to be a fox borrowing the power of a tiger...