Arriving at the command center, Xiao Yun dialed the newly set up field telephone.
"Hello? This is Li Yunlong!"
At the ambush position in Zhaijiu'ao, Li Yunlong looked down at the enemy's crooked rifles, the Type 92 heavy machine guns, especially those two Type 92 infantry guns, and he couldn't help but drool.
Especially with the increasingly sporadic resistance from the enemy below, he regarded these weapons and equipment as already in his pocket, and when he answered the call, his face broke into a wide grin.
"Li Yunlong, you brat, you and Kong Jie did a good job on your mission. Now a whole battalion of the enemy has been pulled out from Shuozhou City."
“But from now on, you better hold back a bit; don’t wipe out the little devils completely. If it affects my big plans, you can come to the brigade headquarters and be a stable boy!”
“Yes, Brigade Commander, let these little bastards live a little longer!”
Even though Xiao Yun wasn’t in front of him, Li Yunlong still instinctively stood up straight.
After hanging up the phone, despite his intense desire for the enemy's equipment below, Li Yunlong had to restrain himself.
He feared nothing in the world except for Xiao Yun; when Xiao Yun glared at him, he felt like a mouse that had seen a cat, his legs trembling.
"Li Yunlong, the enemy's resistance down there is already very weak. Another charge, and we can definitely wipe them all out!"
Just then, Kong Jie walked over.
"Damn you, I’m telling you, Kong Erlengzi, the Brigade Commander said this group of devils must not be taken out early, or you’ll be in big trouble!"
Li Yunlong, who was "afraid of the weak and bold against the strong," glared at Kong Jie.
Kong Jie rolled his eyes at Li Yunlong: "You must have been scolded by the Brigade Commander and come here to vent your anger on me. Fine, fine, let these little devils live a bit longer."
“What a waste of my ammunition; I just want these little devils to suffer a bit longer!”
Kong Jie felt a bit pained; the little devils down there, due to their numerical disadvantage, were fighting desperately with their Type 92 rifles against the New Regiment and the Independent Regiment, not caring at all about the bullets, and the grenade launchers and infantry guns were the same.
For Kong Jie, who had regarded these weapons as his own, it felt worse than cutting into his own flesh.
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As Li Yunlong and Kong Jie gave the order, the soldiers' offensive slightly slowed down, and the originally dense gunfire became much sparser, which greatly relieved the pressure on the enemy defending below.
After Yamamoto Yuichi's death, Major Watanabe Ichiro, who took over the command of the two companies, let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that this group of local Eight Route Army soldiers was running low on ammunition; as long as they could hold out until the Saito Battalion arrived for reinforcement, they could definitely wipe out these local Eight Route Army troops.
Meanwhile, having already prepared for the worst, he had completely discarded the idea of destroying their weapons and equipment, especially the Type 92 infantry guns.
Who wants to die if they can survive?
"Send a telegram to the Saito Battalion; our unit has firmly held the Zhaijiu'ao position. Please speed up the reinforcements and coordinate with us to eliminate the main force of the local Eight Route Army that ambushed us!"
The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and Watanabe Ichiro felt that he was back in action.
Not only did he want to survive, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate the Independent Regiment and the New Regiment to achieve merit.
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"Increase the marching speed!"
Colonel Saito Hiroki, in charge of reinforcements for the Third Battalion, issued the order to speed up the march after receiving Watanabe Ichiro's distress telegram.
This time it wasn’t just about reinforcement; there was also a chance to annihilate the main force of the Eight Route Army and achieve merit.
The Eight Route Army was usually very cunning, like loaches, impossible to catch.
This time they dared to take the initiative to attack, so they must be completely wiped out!
Saito Hiroki was already dreaming of receiving commendations from the brigade commander, division commander, and even the First Army Commander Shinozuka Yoshio after annihilating the Independent Regiment and the New Regiment.
When the higher-ups speak, the lower ranks must run until their legs break.
Saito Hiroki sat in the truck, leisurely dreaming, while the little devils below, due to the increased marching speed, were practically running on fire, exhausted and panting.
Before long, the Saito Battalion had approached Niu Jiao Peak. Normally, Saito Hiroki might have stopped to send someone to scout.
But now, with his mind full of achieving merit, he couldn’t care less about that.
Moreover, in his view, no one would dare to take action against an entire battalion of devils.
After all, he had once led the Saito Battalion to directly charge against a division of the National Army and had broken through their defenses.
Thus, the Saito Battalion steadily advanced into the ambush zone.
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"It seems this group of little devils is really getting desperate!"
At the lookout of the command center, Xiao Yun put down the binoculars.
The enemy's extreme cooperation meant that the preparations he had made to deal with the enemy's reconnaissance were not put to use.
But this was a good thing; the more foolish and anxious the opponent was, the higher his chances of victory!