Chapter 4: Annihilating the Japanese Army Squad

  The Third Battalion's camp, a very ordinary day. Just as Zhang Yunfei was directing training, the scout came to report that about a company of devils had been discovered more than ten miles away, and it seemed likely that they were going to sweep through Little Li Village.

  It won't work, the people of Xiaoli Village will be in trouble, and we must go to rescue the people of Xiaoli Village.

  "Orders, special forces team, first company, second company, third company all assemble, target Xiao Lizi Village, new recruit company continues training." Zhang Yunfei said urgently.

  After a while, the troops gathered and formed a long dragon along the mountain road, rushing to Xiao Lizi Village. Zhang Yunfei and the special forces team walked at the front of the team. This ten-mile rush was child's play for the special forces team, as their usual training involved 10-kilometer loaded cross-country runs, which they could complete in thirty or forty minutes.

  First to arrive were Zhang Yunfei and the special warfare team, when they reached Xiaolizhuang, the little devils had already entered the village and were busy looting, it was a scene of utter chaos, taking advantage of the confusion, Zhang Yunfei and the special warfare team quietly snuck into Xiaolizhuang.

  As soon as I entered the village, I saw three little devils at the entrance of a household robbing food. A 60-year-old elderly man who was being robbed tightly hugged his grain bag and cried out that this is our winter food supply. The little devils were just about to stab the old man with their bayonets.

  At this sight, Zhang Yunfei pulled out his own 20-round Mauser pistol and fired three shots, "bang, bang, bang", each shot hitting the head, and the three little devils immediately fell to the ground, dead as can be.

  The gunfire rang out, and the special forces members quickly dispersed, finding favorable terrain and preparing for battle.

  Upon hearing the gunfire, the devils also stopped their looting and rushed to the village entrance in groups of three or five. The devils were probably too arrogant, and they didn't even have any combat formation; in their impression, the Eighth Route Army was just a local bandit group with poor equipment and low fighting capacity, so dealing with them would be a piece of cake. It's no wonder that the little devils were so arrogant; since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War in July, on the main battlefield, a Japanese regiment could defeat several Nationalist divisions, and Boardman Ishii even swept across tens of millions of troops from Shanxi, Jin Sui, and the Central Army with just half a division. The Eighth Route Army was not taken seriously by the little devils, who were even more poorly equipped than the Nationalists.

  But unfortunately for these devils, they ran into Zhang Yunfei and his special forces team. As soon as they rushed to the village entrance, the surrounding area erupted in a flurry of gunfire. The devils hadn't even figured out what was happening when more than a dozen of them had already fallen to the ground.

  The remaining devils hastily searched for favorable terrain, the machine gunners quickly set up their machine guns, and the grenade launchers began to prepare for launching grenades. The little devils' recoilless cannon artillery also hastily set up their recoilless cannons.

  At the beginning of the war, the devil's military quality was really good. In just a short while, they set up machine guns and started suppressing the special forces with firepower. The grenade launcher soldiers also adjusted their angles and began firing grenades.

  However, the special forces were scattered all over the place, usually fighting in a hit-and-run manner. This kind of battle had been practiced many times during peacetime training, and everyone was very familiar with it.

  Suddenly, a loud explosion occurred as a grenade detonated not far from Zhang Yunfei, splashing mud all over him. Just as Zhang Yunfei had shot and killed an exposed little devil with his gun, the little devil's grenade launcher discovered Zhang Yunfei's position and fired a grenade in this direction, but it missed its mark.

  Zhang Yunfei glanced at the enemy's grenade launcher with his peripheral vision, estimating it to be about 100 meters away. He quickly pulled out a hand grenade and threw it with force. The grenade drew a beautiful arc in the air, accurately landing among several soldiers operating the grenade launchers, producing a fierce explosion. Instantly, several little devils were blown into the air. A special forces member standing nearby was shocked, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it. "My goodness," he thought, "the battalion commander is really formidable, this is almost as good as a mortar!"

  After throwing the grenade, Zhang Yunfeng immediately moved to a new location. As soon as he changed positions, he saw that his previous location was immediately covered by the enemy machine gunner's firepower.

  Suddenly a large number of gunshots rang out all around, the little devils hastily turned their guns around to resist the enemies on all sides, it seems that the comrades from the first, second and third companies have arrived.

  Taking advantage of the weakened firepower of the little devils, special warfare team members waved to the little devil's machine gunner, and instantly the little devil's machine gun fell silent. Seeing this situation, comrades from the first, second, and third companies launched a charge from all sides, and the remaining little devils were immediately surrounded.

  The lieutenant of the Imperial Japanese Army's infantry regiment looked around at the swarming Eighth Route Army soldiers, his own troops dwindling one by one. The machine guns and mortars were unable to exert their power, and the machine gunners and mortar men were being specifically targeted by Chinese snipers. It seemed that he would be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor until the end.

  Captain ōno's desperate glance around, the urgent voice of the squad's communication soldier said: "Quickly send a telegram to the regimental commander, Captain ōno's unit is surrounded by the main force of the Chinese Eighth Route Army at Xiao Lǐ Zhuāng, in extreme danger. The entire brave warriors of Captain ōno's unit have decided to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

  The communications soldier listened to ōno's words and also had a look of despair on his face, turned around and hastily sent a telegram to Watanabe Ichirō, the commander of the county town.

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  Xin'an County, the Japanese command post stationed in Xin'an County. A little devil's communication officer rushed to report to Watanabe Ichiro: "Commander, just received a telegram from Ohno's unit, saying that Ohno's unit was surrounded by the main force of the Chinese Eighth Route Army at Xiaolizhuang and is in imminent danger. All the brave warriors of Ohno's unit have decided to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

  "Hachigatsu, order the Daiya squad to hold out and wait for reinforcements. All squads under the battalion will assemble immediately and rush to Xiao Lizi Village." said Watanabe Ichiro.

  "Hello." The little devil messenger stood at attention and bowed his head in salute.

  "Hurry up and let's get going!" said Watanabe Ichiro impatiently.

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  Xiao Li Zhuang, the battle is nearing its end. The remaining dozens of people in the Da Ye squad are hiding in a small courtyard, desperately resisting, but the annihilation of the entire army is only a matter of time.

  "Send a farewell telegram to the regimental commander, quickly."

  Just as he finished speaking, he pulled out his own command knife and was about to shout "Kill him!" when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a stream of fresh blood shooting out from his chest, followed by a daze of consciousness, and then he knew nothing more.

  It turned out that Zhang Yunfei had been paying attention to this devil commander for a long time and had been looking for an opportunity to get rid of him. Seeing the little devil stand up and draw his command knife, he knew the opportunity had come. Relying on his accurate marksmanship, he seized the opportunity and shot him dead with one bullet.

  The little devil commander died, and the little devils immediately panicked and were shot to death by the soldiers of the 3rd battalion. Soon, the whole army was annihilated, including the devil's communication soldier who was about to send a telegram.

  After annihilating the little devils, Zhang Yunfei was about to order the troops to sweep the battlefield. Liu Dazhu came forward: "Battalion commander, this battle is really enjoyable, more than 200 little devils were eliminated by us, and we only lost a dozen or so men, I haven't fought such a pleasant battle in a long time."

  When Liu Dazhu said this, Erlian Chang Chen Erwa also showed a look of admiration on his face. He really admired Zhang Yunlong from the bottom of his heart.

  Back to the garrison, counting the captured materials, this time a total of more than 200 Type 38 rifles were captured, 20 "wai ba zi" machine guns, 6 Type 92 heavy machine guns, various bullets totaling tens of thousands of rounds, 12 grenade launchers, and other items such as hand grenades, clothes, shoes, etc., over 1,000 yuan in cash, and 5 gold bars.

  Seeing the captured materials, Instructor Fang Zheng's eyes were almost narrowed to a slit. "Battalion Commander, you're really something! Two battles and two victories, eliminating over 200 devils, capturing so many things... our 3rd Battalion finally has some assets."

  "My great instructor, are you satisfied with just this? I plan to replace all the equipment of the whole regiment with Japanese-style equipment before the end of the year. Each company will have at least one heavy machine gun and each battalion will have several small cannons."

  When Zhang Yunlong said that each class had at least one submachine gun, and each regiment had several small cannons, Fang Zheng really couldn't digest it. The Eighth Route Army, which was used to being poor, could have these things, which was unthinkable. In Fang Zheng's mind, if each soldier had a Type 38 rifle, that would be very good. Half a month ago, many soldiers were still using big knives and long spears.