The sky was still fiery red, the ashes of burned grass were carried high into the sky by the hot air and flew everywhere, and the footsteps of the security forces advancing in parallel began to sound.

The third regiment attacked the right flank, which corresponded to the Eighth Route Army's left flank. The target was easy to distinguish, and the village to the south was the frontal target.

As we advanced all the way, there was nothing but the naked corpses of our brothers on the ground. The damn Tuba Road was so poor that he even took off all the underwear from the corpses.

The regiment leader ordered some people to clean up the battlefield, dig several large pits and bury the dead brothers on the spot, and ordered the others to slowly continue to advance in parallel.

The machine gun team kept moving forward, and the grenade team stood ready. The only six mortars in the regiment were also constantly adjusting their firing positions. After receiving the news from the observers, they put away their equipment and moved forward, waiting for the observers to find them early.

Good new mortar positions were set up again.

After advancing quickly to the vicinity of the place where they were attacked in the afternoon, the sentry soldiers were crawling on the ground. There was a huge fire in front, and the bodies of dead brothers were everywhere on the ground. It was impossible to confirm whether all eight groups had retreated!

Except for the footsteps of his group and the crackling of burning grass, the surroundings were completely silent.

The dead silence between the sounds made people feel even more miserable, and a crow's cawing sound came from somewhere.

The messenger sent a new order, and the commander of the third regiment immediately ordered to replenish dry food first.

In fact, there was no need for him to give orders, the advance was so slow, his soldiers had already sat on the ground spontaneously, pulling water bottles, swallowing dry food and opening cans.

After a while, the brigade commander rode up to the rear of the third regiment: "How is the situation?"

We haven’t found anything yet, so we are ready to take a rest and move forward immediately!

Damn the Eighth Route Army, they burned such a big fire, they obviously set up an ambush behind, and they want us to walk into the light of the fire as targets, I won't fall for his deception!

What to do?

Immediately send a company to go around. I don't believe they can light all the grass in this poor place.

Another sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and the military staff officer shouted: "Tang, what are you doing so dawdling? You have a fucking brigade of troops, and you still have to play tricks when fighting on the road?"

That's right. I heard from the subordinates who ran back that the Eighth Route Army basically charged with bayonets, which meant that they didn't have many bullets. The Eighth Route Army ambush caught me off guard, and was actually repelled by the Eighth Route Army. How embarrassing is this?

Now that you know they are right across the street, are you still scared?

He didn't forget that the dead men must have left behind some rifles and bullets!

However, the regiments under his command had not had time to rest and recuperate, and the battle losses had not yet been reported, so we decided to proceed based on experience.

Since the eight-pronged attack involved most of the hand-to-hand combat, there shouldn't have been many casualties, right?

This trip is more than ten miles away. I have been walking my legs since the afternoon until now. I am sleepy and tired. The village to the south is only a mile away. If everything goes well, I can rush to the village in ten minutes, and then we can build a new village.

Team line, I'm afraid he's a bastard!

The staff still sees things far ahead!

Brigadier Tang's mood gradually improved and he was in high spirits: "Order, all units, attack and advance immediately!"

Bang...boom...a red flare shot up into the sky!

It's quite beautiful in the night sky.

About 200 meters away from the Eighth Route Army position, each unit fired their mortars first. If I can't blow you to death, I will scare you to death.

For a while, the sound kept coming.

The security forces were trained by the Japanese advisers at the military academy, and their tactics were not much different from those of the Japanese. They just started with an artillery attack.

The mortar ejected, and something seemed to be flying in the sky.

Boom boom boom... the sound suddenly resounded through the night sky, and then no other sounds could be heard anymore, only flash after flash, the light was much brighter than the fire on the ground, it was so bright that it was dazzling, and the sound shook my scalp.

numb.

The people hiding in the trenches were so shocked that they grinned and covered their ears.

The air began to fill with dust and smoke.

The entire wilderness was shaking, and the shock wave shook the fire here and there, and then burned even more fiercely.

The light from the explosion of the artillery shell flashed in the sky again and again, and the shock wave swept up the dust in front and behind the entire position.

The commander looked at the front position worriedly.

The staff officer next to him consoled him: "The order has been issued. With Brigadier Zhu's soil work capabilities and the ground being full of sand, they should be able to dig all the anti-gun holes in half an hour!"

"If it hadn't been for Captain Hu's intervention and the shelling by the security forces, we would have suffered hundreds of casualties!" the commander lamented.

"We are blessed to have generals to help us. This time we have to severely beat these security forces who regard thieves as their fathers! To be honest, if there was no independent group here, we would have run away. Want to blow us up? No way?"

"Hey, have you sent a reply to the division?" The commander suddenly turned around and looked at the staff officer.

"Ah...what are you talking about?" Facing the commander's unclear question, the staff officer was confused.

"It's the transfer order to transfer Hu Yi to our division." The commander realized that he had not made it clear.

"Rejected!" the staff officer suddenly remembered.

"How could this happen? The division commander has always been supportive of our division. Shouldn't the division commander disagree if we ask for someone from them?"

"Do you know how to reply to the telegram?" The staff officer showed a strange look: "The telegram was received just after you left."

"What do you mean?" The commander frowned.

"No way...don't even think about it!"

"Are you kidding me? The division commander is known as a Confucian general, how could he say this? What's more, it's still in the message..." The commander felt that the staff member was joking.

"Well, here's the telegram. Read it yourself!" The staff officer pulled out a serialized callback from the table next to him.

...

Brigadier Tang was very satisfied. If the Eighth Route Army had not left yet, this shelling would destroy all their confidence!

He didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to stay on the opposite side, but he hoped that the Eighth Route Army would be on the opposite side.

Even the national army can't stand the imperial army's tactics, let alone you bastards!

Without waiting for his order, his regiment commander directed his troops to start the attack.

No one knows how far we have to rush ahead, but that village is the destination anyway!

The security forces lined up, opened up the machine gun firing range, and attacked forward in the smoke of gunfire. The machine gun team was right next to them.

The first brigade was no ordinary security force. The team was neat and advanced in an orderly manner under the leadership of the company and platoon squad leader.

The security forces finally regained their confidence, tried hard to suppress the tension in their hearts, and moved forward bravely...

Subsequently, the first and second regiments separated and advanced southward in parallel with the third regiment, and continued to expand the width of the attack line to both sides.

The saline-alkali surface is hard and flat, so you don't have to worry about getting your feet sprained when moving forward. The fluffy grass is half as tall as a person, and the attacking team has to avoid the fluffy grass.

Since it is called Pengcao, of course it means one Pengcao in the East and one Pengcao in the West.

Walking in the firelight under the moonlight, someone shouted from time to time: "Pay attention to the formation, if anyone moves to the wrong position, I will kick him to death..."

The attacking team's backs were wet with sweat, and the palms holding their rifles were covered in sweat. Their breathing became heavier and heavier, and they stared nervously ahead with their eyes wide open.

As they kept walking around the bushes and looking at the positions of the people around them, it had to be said that the trained security forces, at least in terms of formation, were eight hundred years ahead of the Eighth Route Army.

Some people kept asking the Jade Emperor for protection, and some asked ancestors for protection. They were muttering so annoyingly that the platoon leader and squad leader wanted to kick all the mumblings back in his neck.

Suddenly, sporadic gunshots were heard from the front, and the leading soldiers in front were attacked!

The security forces did not all lie down on the ground like last time. Only a few cowards fell to the ground. They were kicked to their feet by the squad leader next to them, and then they bent even lower.

The organized security forces were not weak in combat effectiveness. They continued to attack until the clumps of grass in front became sparse. Perhaps they were overturned by the shelling just now.

Most people think so, but who knew that a shelling could make the weeds so clean and neat?
Chapter completed!