plumnovel Chapter 52 One-Sided Massacre
Chapter 52 One-Sided Massacre
"Fire!!!"
Yang Zheng roared, his voice booming like thunder!
The first to unleash their power were the grenade launchers and heavy machine guns, which had already been quietly positioned and had their firing parameters set!
"Thump thump thump thump—!!!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"
Nine grenade launchers fired almost simultaneously!
Nine grenades, accompanied by a mournful whistling sound, traced deadly parabolas. Instead of heading towards the main Japanese force behind the bend, they landed with remarkable precision among and around the group of puppet troops who had just passed the bend and were gathering at the edge of the open area, still in shock!
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"
Violent explosions erupted one after another within and around the ranks of the puppet troops!
Flames soared into the sky, shrapnel flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air! Limbs and screams erupted simultaneously!
At the same time, the 7.7mm bullets fired by the Type 92 heavy machine gun ravaged the puppet troops, brutally knocking down and tearing apart the puppet troops at the forefront.
This sudden, overwhelming attack instantly shattered the already fragile psychological defenses of the puppet troops!
"Oh my god! The Eighth Route Army has cannons!!"
“Help!!”
"Run!!!"
"Don't kill me!!"
In an instant, the puppet troops completely panicked!
The instinct to survive overcame everything!
At that moment, they couldn't care less about orders or the Japanese comrades-in-arms; only one thought occupied their minds: Get away from the explosion! Get away from this death zone!
Some people ran to the sides, while more instinctively fled backwards, because they believed that the powerful "Imperial Army" was there.
Just then...
"beat!!!"
Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu roared simultaneously, and the six Type 96 light machine guns were picked up by the gunners and fired their angry bullets at the same time.
"Da da da..."
Six Type 6 light machine guns, forming a crossfire, fiercely lashed out at the puppet army troops.
More people fell, and the puppet troops quickened their pace, crying and scrambling as they fled backwards.
"First rank, second rank! Charge!!!" Yang Zheng pointed his broadsword forward!
"Kill them!!!"
Nearly 80 soldiers burst through the grass above their heads from inside the trench and leaped up.
"Run back, you might still survive!"
"If you want to live, run back!"
"beat!!"
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The Type 38 rifle fired bullets in succession to both sides, knocking down the puppet troops who tried to escape to the sides.
At the same time, nine grenade launchers bombarded both sides, clearly telling the traitors that running here would only lead to their deaths.
"Mommy, help!"
"I don't want to die!!"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!"
The already collapsing puppet troops were terrified when they saw the Eighth Route Army charging towards them like wolves and tigers from both sides!
They desperately squeezed towards the bend, their cries, shouts, curses, and pleas filling the air, completely blocking the narrow entrance to the bend!
At this moment, although most of the Japanese main force had exited the bend, they were behind the puppet troops and were directly attacked by the puppet troops who had caused the raid.
In an instant, the formation fell into chaos, making it impossible to command. Meanwhile, their rearguard and supply train were stuck at one end of the bend, unable to advance or retreat.
Even more deadly is that the puppet soldiers, driven by their survival instincts, don't care who the people in front of them are; they only know that blocking their path means taking their lives.
For the first time, he fired his weapon at the Japanese soldiers.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
"Slap slap slap!!"
Chaos erupted, utter chaos ensued. Japanese and puppet troops were crammed together, with people constantly falling to the ground and being trampled over by countless feet.
"Baka!!"
"Stop! Everyone stop!"
"Hold your guns! Fire! Stop them!"
"Ouch! Who stepped on me!"
"My gun! My gun is gone!"
The Japanese soldiers were thrown about, their formation completely disrupted. The officers' desperate shouts were drowned out by the cries of the puppet troops and the deafening battle cries of the Eighth Route Army.
They tried to set up a defensive line, but all around them were panicked, pushing and shoving puppet troops and their own soldiers who had been scattered!
Yang Zheng stood on high ground, calmly observing this chaotic and deadly scene, a smile playing on his lips.
His heart had long since grown as cold as a fish that had been killed ten years ago.
As he had predicted, the collapse of the puppet army became the final straw that broke the Japanese army's organizational structure.
"Fire platoon! Advance and fire! Cover the rear of the Japanese troops!"
"First rank, second rank! Don't stop! Follow the fleeing soldiers, push forward! Bayonetour only!"
The order was executed precisely, and the gunners of the nine grenade launchers in the fire support platoon immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the pre-arranged positions ahead.
There, they will bombard the rear of the Japanese troops using grenade launchers.
Meanwhile, the soldiers led by Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu, like sheepdogs herding sheep, stayed close behind the fleeing puppet troops, mercilessly hacking down any Japanese soldiers who tried to resist or were slow to move with their broadswords and bayonets.
They even deliberately drove more puppet troops and routed Japanese troops toward the core area of the Japanese army, allowing the chaos to spread like a plague.
At the same time, the soldiers of the third platoon were also rushing towards Fugui Road, preparing to completely block the Japanese retreat.
Ahead of them were ten cavalrymen from a reconnaissance squad.
"Tap tap tap..."
The thunderous sound of hooves pounded the ground as ten cavalrymen swiftly passed through the bend in the road and then paraded outside.
The bend is narrow; it is not advisable to enter at this time.
But this made the Japanese soldiers in the rear platoon feel a chill in their hearts. They looked at each other and could see the panic in each other's eyes.
If they retreated, they would find Eighth Route Army cavalry waiting for them; if they stayed put, they would be attacked by the fleeing troops.
Most importantly, their company commander was also caught up with the fleeing soldiers and couldn't take care of them at all.
In just a few minutes of confusion, the soldiers of the third platoon arrived and, under Zeng Dahui's command, quickly took up their fighting positions.
They all pointed their guns at the entrance and then opened fire without hesitation.
"Clap clap clap!"
"Da da da..."
The pincer attack has been completed.
Nearly four hundred Japanese and puppet troops found themselves in an unprecedented state of despair in this narrow, winding valley that Yang Zheng had named "Fugui Road".
Blocked from both sides, morale collapsed, organization crumbled, and command failed. No matter how high their individual soldier skills or how sophisticated their weapons, they were completely ineffective at this moment.
"Kill them!!"
"Da da da!!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The battle quickly devolved into a one-sided massacre.
Eighth Route Army soldiers, in groups of three, back to back, fiercely advanced through the chaotic enemy ranks. Every flash of the cold light of their bayonets and broadswords brought forth a shower of blood.
Under the desperate protection of his few guards, the Japanese company commander tried to rally his troops for a counterattack, but they were quickly scattered by a group of fleeing soldiers. Then, he was spotted by several sharp-eyed veterans of the Eighth Route Army. After a brief but fierce battle, the company commander and his last guards fell in a pool of blood.
The death of the Japanese company commander also meant that the last bit of command of the Japanese army was completely lost, and the resistance completely collapsed.
As the sun began to set in the west, bathing the "Path of Subduing Ghosts" in a golden-red hue, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle gradually subsided.
Inside and outside the bend, the ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese and puppet troops, abandoned weapons, and wailing wounded soldiers.
A few remaining puppet soldiers knelt on the ground, raising their hands and trembling.
The few Japanese soldiers who managed to escape were also eliminated one by one by the reconnaissance squad and the third platoon of soldiers on the perimeter.
Yang Zheng, carrying a blood-dripping broadsword, stepped across the ravaged battlefield, his gaze landing on the Type 92 heavy machine gun that the Japanese hadn't had time to destroy.