Chapter Eleven: Encirclement

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  Under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, the Eighth Route Army soldiers quickly pulled the artillery and ammunition to a safe place, while establishing a simple defensive position in the small village - this was equivalent to driving a big nail into the Japanese army, and the armored troops rushed out again because they still had to transport more people in. Along the way, although the Japanese army had prepared, they still couldn't deal with these heavily armored monsters leading the armored troops. The Eighth Route Army left in the village, although without the support of tanks and armored vehicles, relied on houses and simple fortifications, plus a large number of automatic firearms, to resist the Japanese army's attack without artillery support was not a problem at all.

  The Japanese made several attempts, but every time they attacked for more than five minutes, they would be met with a barrage of artillery fire, and the firepower from the Eighth Route Army in the village was also incredibly fierce. The AS17 automatic grenade launcher caused the Japanese infantry to rely on the 89-style hand grenade launchers, which were blown to pieces at the same time. The 92-year-old heavy machine gunner also encountered a similar problem when they hid behind what they thought was a safe cover and fired at the enemy, only to discover that the enemy's machine guns could penetrate earth mounds, rocks, and brick walls, creating a fist-sized blood hole in their chest - generally speaking, this situation would make anyone think twice. However, the god of death wielding a large scythe or the black and white impermanence duo holding a soul-calling card and shaking a hook-soul lock wouldn't give them much time, basically just enough time to furrow their brows and think "how did they hit me?" before changing their surname to one character: dead.

  "We don't have much time left, Old Bao. Let's not play with the devils anymore, let's just wipe them out!" After more than three hours of fighting, the 4,000-strong Japanese army was reduced to less than 2,000 people compressed on a small hill, without reinforcements, ammunition, heavy weapons, food, water, and even their military flag had been lost. The transmigrators knew that the Japanese had a habit of burning their flags before defeat, so after destroying the Japanese artillery, they directly organized an armored assault team to destroy the Japanese command center. At this moment, the Japanese were caught off guard by the sudden rainstorm, and when they saw the armored troops approaching, the stubborn Sasaki tried to burn the flag in a ceremony, but unfortunately, due to the recent rain, everyone's matches were damp and couldn't be lit. Later, a clever deputy officer thought of using bullets to ignite it, but unfortunately, the officer's Type 14 Nambu pistol jammed at the critical moment, and just as he was trying to pull the bolt back to reload, a 41-ton behemoth passed over his body at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, causing the flag-burning plan to fail completely.

  The remnants of the Japanese army soon discovered that they had lost one of the most important things in war - officers. All officers received preferential treatment from the traversers' firepower within three hours, from 125mm tank shells to 5.8mm sniper rifle bullets, all of which took pride in being intimate with Japanese officers, especially the sniper teams composed of time-space merchants and special forces, who directly opened fire on the battlefield. The Japanese military officers had not received much anti-sniper training before, and after a series of lieutenant colonels were knocked down like fools, others began to learn to hide themselves deeper, removing their rank insignia. However, there were still officers who got free tickets to Yasukuni Shrine residential area with holes in their heads, and it was still the lieutenants who were prioritized. After the pain subsided, they found that it was their own swords that were causing trouble, so in order to continue saving their lives for the emperor, most of the remaining lieutenants removed their golden-hilted swords, but replaced them with those of captains or sergeants. Soon they discovered that even the swords that kept their samurai honor could not be carried, and after throwing away their swords, they found that bullets were still beckoning to them. However, the Japanese officers' reactions were still very quick.

  "Comrades, be on your guard! The officers are now armed with handguns!"

  Soon even the squad leader dropped his pistol and picked up a Type 38 rifle.

  "Brothers, take aim! The one with the binoculars is an officer!"

  "Everyone take note, whoever they salute is an officer!"

  "Ah-ah! How many times have I told you, don't salute me!" "Yes sir!"

  "Brothers, there aren't many Japanese officers left! The ones wearing armbands are the officers!"

  "Hey little brother, lend me your razor!"

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  After being baptized by the sniper, the highest commander of the besieged Japanese army was surprisingly a newly appointed Lieutenant Colonel Koizumi Kintaro. This lieutenant colonel from Osaka inherited all the good and bad traditions of Osaka merchants. When he saw a captain being blown up in front of him, the erudite man immediately thought of Cao Cao, the famous figure from China's Three Kingdoms period. Without regard for military honor, he decisively cut off his mustache and discarded his uniform to disguise himself as an ordinary soldier, thus escaping countless guns aimed at him and smoothly rising to the position of highest commander.

  As soon as he became the highest commander, his first task was to use his authority to have soldiers find a steel helmet for him to wear on his head. At least this way, he could be safer, because earlier he had seen a lieutenant survive an enemy sniper's 7.62mm bullet thanks to the helmet on his head. Although soon after, his head was blown into a pulp by a 12.7mm shell.

  To quote Comrade Stephen Chow from later generations, "This helmet may be 'a bit fragile', but it's still better than nothing." Anyway, living one more moment is one more moment.

  At this moment, the battlefield was quiet as never before, except for the occasional sound of a cold gun, there were no other sounds. Several tanks were just below the high ground, their barrels pointing directly at the high ground. All Japanese soldiers were waiting for the final moment to arrive, knowing they would definitely be finished, and annihilation was only a matter of time. Many Japanese soldiers bowed towards the east, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" Needless to say, those who did this were young people, while those with families took out their family photos, stroking them as tears flowed - since they had already given their lives to the Emperor, it wouldn't hurt to mention him a couple of times before dying.

  However, the eight roads below will not give them too much time. The two team leaders, Bao and Meng, have been waiting impatiently for a long time. "It's getting late, let's settle them quickly, or else the enemy's reinforcements will arrive!"

  The Eighth Route Army soon launched several offensives against the Japanese army in the encirclement with the cooperation of tanks, but due to the Japanese army's tenacious resistance and their own poor infantry-tank coordination, they all retreated again.

  "No, the enemy's terrain is advantageous and we will suffer heavy losses if we launch a strong attack." Although Wang He didn't understand military tactics, he could still see the situation. The enemy had fewer people and no heavy artillery, but the surrounding area was open and exposed. While it wouldn't be effective against tanks and armored vehicles, infantry without armor would definitely be at a disadvantage in this terrain.

  "What should we do then?" asked the two team leaders.

  To be honest, whether it's the special forces among the traversers or the old Eighth Route Army, no one has a good solution for this situation. If they try to launch a hard attack, not only will there be heavy casualties, but also the remaining ammunition will be depleted - everyone is reluctant to do so. The previous battle had already consumed two bases of ammunition, and although the Eighth Route Army fought well, they were secretly heartbroken afterwards. After all, these weapons' ammunition are reduced with each shot. As for letting the devils go, it's not a matter of being willing or unwilling, but rather a question of being a traitor or not.

  "I have a way," a weak voice came over, and everyone turned around to see four militiamen carrying a wounded man wrapped in bandages like a mummy. The person was none other than Wei Yuankun, the hero who had just fought bravely and almost sacrificed himself. Comrade Wei Yuankun was brave in battle, but what he was even more famous for was his stomach full of "flowers" - fortunately, he had been wearing a bulletproof vest during the recent battle, which had protected him from being disembowelled by shrapnel. At this moment, Wei Yuankun still played his glorious role in that era, living up to his great title of "First Dog Head Military Advisor". He slightly opened his lips and pointed with his only good arm at the several ammunition boxes carried over by the people behind him, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Use this, guaranteed to be solved within three hours."

  Everyone looked at the things in the box, "This? Isn't this the stuff your kid used to press down on?" The thing Wei Yuankun had people bring out was none other than the special artillery shells he had hidden in the ammunition truck, which no one else was even allowed to glance at. Everyone only knew that these things were something Wei Yuankun had bought for a high price from some military warehouse in the Soviet Union, very expensive and very useful, because if they weren't useful, with Wei Yuankun's shrewdness, he wouldn't have spent a lot of money buying them.

  "What's inside?" asked Bao Tuanzhang curiously.

  "Absolutely good stuff!" Wei Yuankun's face was full of mischievous grins as he signaled to the person beside him to open the ammunition box. What caught everyone's eyes were a type of specially colored cannonballs. Before Bao Tuanzhang could even speak, Wei Yuankun used one arm to prop himself up and sat up straight, beginning to introduce his precious little treasures to everyone.