Bright Sword: Let my company hold off the Yamazaki Battalion

Chapter 36: Four shots decide the fate of the battle! Clearing away obstacles to the attack!

"boom!!!"

The explosion rang out again, and the second mortar shell, as if it had eyes, once again struck the Japanese firing point to the east with pinpoint accuracy.

The reinforced concrete fortifications collapsed instantly. The Japanese soldiers inside didn't even have time to scream before they were completely engulfed by flying debris and flames, annihilating them!

Chu Feng's eyes were cold; he was not surprised at all by the result, and it did not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

He twisted the cannon barrel, and two more shells were fired in quick succession, aimed directly at the fixed firing point to the west.

The movements were fluid and seamless, as if they were not operating a deadly mortar, but rather conducting a target practice demonstration.

"boom!"

"boom!!!"

Two more explosions, still so precise they were terrifying, rang out. The fixed firing point west of the train station was also reduced to ruins by the bombardment of two 90mm mortar shells.

"Four shots, four hits! Commander, your artillery skills are simply divine!!!"

Faced with this miraculous bombardment, his artillerymen couldn't help but offer their sincerest praise.

Even though this wasn't the first time they had witnessed their commander's incredible mortar operation and live-fire shooting.

But every time I witness it with my own eyes, I am still amazed by its uncanny accuracy.

They knew all too well that operating a mortar to achieve such precise point-to-point roll call was something only their regimental commander could do in the entire Eighth Route Army!

"hehe."

Chu Feng chuckled lightly, casually handing the cannon barrel to the artilleryman beside him, his tone calm and indifferent.

With the three most threatening firing points eliminated and the attack route fully opened, the weight on his heart was lifted.

As for the hundreds of Japanese and puppet troops in the train station? Three full-strength infantry companies could easily handle them.

"Let's go check out the train station."

Chu Feng strode away from the artillery position and headed towards the train station.

His confident and composed demeanor made everyone admire him even more.

They didn't care about others, but the entire artillery company was completely won over by Chu Feng.

By this time, the train station had already become a sea of ​​fire.

Chu Feng's precise artillery fire eliminated the three most threatening machine gun positions.

The other gun positions, equipped with pre-planned and calculated parameters, were also firing with precision, albeit at a low rate of fire.

Each shell, like a scalpel, tore three gaps in the minefield and barbed wire laid by the Japanese and puppet troops.

The commanders and soldiers, who had been holding back their energy for so long, could no longer hold back and immediately launched a swift and silent charge.

"Go! Follow me!!!"

Company Commander Zhang Mieri took the lead, followed closely by the soldiers of the Second Company, who charged into the train station like tigers descending a mountain, rifles in hand.

Beside him, Company Commander You Tianming also took the lead.

The Third Company, responsible for the flank attack, was like a sharp knife, piercing directly into both sides of the train station through the gap.

"Da da da!!!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!!!"

Gunshots, explosions, screams, and wails mingled together.

Faced with the Eighth Route Army's simultaneous breakthrough from three directions, the powerful offensive momentum threw the Japanese and puppet troops into chaos.

Their makeshift defense, built on the trains parked at the station, was crumbling, and the two sides were getting closer and closer.

"Baka!! Hold on! Anyone who retreats will die!" A Japanese sergeant roared, brandishing his blood-stained command sword.

But before he could finish speaking, he was accurately shot in the head by an Eighth Route Army rifleman, and his body fell straight down.

Whether it was the commanders and soldiers of the guard regiment or the Japanese and puppet troops, they all knew the importance of this direction to everyone.

One is about to break through, while the other is stubbornly holding its ground.

The Japanese and puppet troops, relying on their superior firepower and the advantage of occupying the terrain first, managed to withstand the charge.

"Grenade launcher!!!"

Zhang Mierui's eyes widened as he lay on the ground, feeling the constant stream of bullets. He immediately roared, "Blow up those bastards in front of me!"

"The machine guns are responsible for suppressing fire!"

The grenadiers following behind the charging column immediately took action, setting up their cannons, loading ammunition, and firing—a series of actions completed in one smooth motion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, grenades streaked across the sky like meteors, landing precisely on the area where the Japanese and puppet troops were located.

Fragments from the shells rattled against the carriages and tracks, while the surrounding Japanese and puppet troops were blown to pieces, their cries of agony echoing throughout the area.

"Hahaha! Beautiful!"

Zhang Mierui watched with great interest, then burst into laughter: "You guys always seem like you haven't woken up properly during training, but you've suddenly become sharp when it comes to fighting! Give it your all, everyone!"

Before he finished speaking, he darted out again: "Charge!!!"

Before the Japanese and puppet troops, still reeling from the artillery fire, could recover, they saw a massive mass of Eighth Route Army soldiers pressing in.

Just as they were about to raise their hands to retaliate, more than a dozen grenades, emitting blue smoke, were already flying towards them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous explosions and the approaching Eighth Route Army, which was about to reach them, completely shattered the psychological defenses of the Japanese and puppet troops. The already unstable defenses collapsed instantly, and the remaining Japanese and puppet troops did not resist and retreated in a panic.

Meanwhile, gunfire intensified again, and the three companies seized the opportunity to strike a fatal blow against the Japanese and puppet troops, resulting in the deaths of many Japanese and puppet soldiers.

This included the Japanese captain who tried to step forward and take command.

The Japanese captain had just pulled out his Mauser pistol and had only managed to fire one shot when the piece of junk jammed.

"Baka!!!"

He was so angry that he started cursing. Without thinking, he threw down the gun and drew his command sword.

Before he could say anything, a grenade coincidentally fell from the sky and landed at his feet.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the Japanese captain was thrown into the air and landed dead, beyond any doubt.

With the added firepower of the grenade launchers, the 2nd and 4th companies quickly achieved a frontal breakthrough.

Seeing this, the Japanese and puppet troops on both sides were completely thrown into disarray. The Third Company seized the opportunity and immediately launched a charge, pouncing on the enemy like tigers.

"Baka! This is impossible!"

A Japanese sergeant, his face pale with fright, stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "How can these Eighth Route Army guerrillas have such fierce firepower? Grenade launchers and mortars bombarding us one after another, and there are so many of them... Could it be that they have brought two regiments?!"

No one answered his question. The officers and soldiers of the guard regiment carried out the order that their commander had repeatedly told them: "Don't be stingy with ammunition in battle; focus on killing the enemy quickly."

In addition, the high-intensity training under the training buff during this period has made everyone improve rapidly, and after the battle broke out, they were given a combat buff, making them all seem like they were possessed by a king of soldiers.

The riflemen's marksmanship was comparable to that of snipers; they could hit the target every time within 100 to 200 meters, with a hit rate even higher than that of veteran Japanese soldiers.

The light machine gunners fired precise bursts, as if calling roll. Any Japanese or puppet troops who dared to show their faces were immediately riddled with bullets.

The grenade launcher operators followed closely behind the charging troops. They didn't need the officers to call for support. As soon as they saw the enemy resisting, a grenade would fly over and explode in the enemy's ranks.

This was the first time the Japanese and puppet troops, who had fought for so many years, had been suppressed by the Eighth Route Army's firepower and could not raise their heads. It was also the first time they had felt such a strong sense of oppression from the Eighth Route Army.