Chapter 212: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 212 Barbecuing the Japanese

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

The night attack of Chu Yunfei's Second Battalion officially began at eleven at night, with three companies encircling the Japanese position in a fan shape while the machine gun teams suppressed the Japanese frontline firepower points.

A company of Youth Army troops took advantage of the night to launch a night attack against a large force of little devils that had just managed to gain a foothold before them.

Dense bullet rain immediately covered the Japanese frontline position; upon discovering the Youth Army's sudden attack, the Japanese panicked and opened fire to counterattack.

According to Chu Yunfei's estimate, this position held at most a battalion of devils, and moreover it was a battered battalion that had been heavily bombarded by them during the day, so there shouldn't be many able to resist.

However, for the Sato Battalion that had just arrived as reinforcements, this was obviously unexpected.

"Eight Gua! The enemy is coming from three sides!"

"Fire flares!"

Several flares rose into the air, illuminating the position.

The devils discovered that a large group of Youth Army soldiers wearing German steel helmets had approached their position like ghosts, and the Youth Army soldiers also discovered the devils poking their heads out to look outside the trenches.

The firepower of both sides connected in an instant.

The Youth Army battalion commander listened to the little devils' firepower; this was not the firepower a battered Japanese battalion should have. The Second Battalion Commander adjusted the steel helmet on his head: "Damn it, the enemy's firepower is not weak; it seems the daytime mortar firepower still needs to be strengthened!"

"Assault Team, continue advancing!"

"Where are the engineers? Bring the flamethrowers, aim at the targets and prepare to spray fire!"

Compared to the little devils, the Youth Army's automatic firepower was superior, and with the sudden attack, they held many advantages.

An engineer carrying a flamethrower lay on the ground observing the devils' firepower points, slowly crawling forward.

A round of flares fired by the devils earlier had gradually fallen, and darkness once again took dominance.

The Youth Army engineer watched the flickering flames of the devils' machine gun, lay on the ground and started the flamethrower; with a whoosh, a fire dragon shot out.

The devil machine gunner only felt a flash of fire before his eyes, then his whole body became unbearably hot; the next second his whole body was on fire, and he tumbled down from the machine gun, rolling continuously on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

Suddenly a fireball appeared in the trench; the other devils were stunned, and several devils nearby took off their coats and beat hard at the flames jumping on the machine gunner's body.

Some devils directly kicked with their feet, trying to stomp out the flames on the machine gunner's body.

Whoosh~

Several flares rose into the night sky again; the devils were replenishing flares into the sky once more.

But after this flare rose into the air, the devils discovered that Youth Army soldiers had already broken through the trench from the left wing.

Under fire cover, the Second Battalion officers and soldiers quickly approached the Japanese trench; the submachine gunners leaped into the trench first and engaged the Japanese in close-quarters combat.

"Clear the trench! Watch the corners!"

"Hand grenades!"

Fierce close-quarters combat unfolded in the narrow trench; the Second Battalion soldiers, relying on the firepower superiority of their submachine guns, quickly purged the resisting Japanese.

A Youth Army soldier had just poked his head out from a corner to observe when he was hit by the devils' firepower and fell to the ground.

"No one go up! There are many devils at the corner, holding guns and waiting for us."

"What about the flamethrower? Hurry up!" a Platoon Leader shouted.

An engineer carrying a flamethrower rushed to the front of the line, panting.

"Flamethrower Team, move forward! Clear the trench ahead!"

Behind the corner of the trench, originally a Japanese machine gun position, more than ten little devils were nervously holding their guns and aiming.

Just now a Youth Army soldier poked his head out to observe and was concentrated fired upon by more than ten highly tense devils.

A devil Sergeant Major shouted after finishing, "Eight Gua! Get your guns ready, throw hand grenades! Prepare to charge over and fight those China Men to the death!"

After the devil Sergeant Major shouted, two devil soldiers took the hand grenades from their waists and took a few steps forward to throw hand grenades.

Behind the corner, the engineer carrying the flamethrower took a deep breath and had already moved to the trench corner.

The engineer extended the flamethrower nozzle around the corner, not even poking his head out to observe, and directly pulled the trigger.

Boom— a scorching fire dragon surged out instantly, directly filling the trench behind the corner.

The more than ten Japanese soldiers guarding there had no time to react at all before being completely devoured by the fierce flames.

The devils' shrill screams suddenly echoed through the trench; those Japanese soldiers who had originally been holding guns ready to ambush were now all human torches, rolling and colliding wildly in the narrow trench.

Two hand grenades had not yet been thrown when the devils' bodies were ignited by the flames; they howled in pain, and the hand grenades in their hands fell to the ground.

With two booms, after the Youth Army Platoon Leader heard the devils' howls from opposite, he stepped forward and patted the engineer's shoulder: "Enough, brother, enough, let us go over!"

The engineer then reluctantly released the flamethrower's trigger; the Youth Army Platoon Leader passed through the corner and saw more than ten fireballs rolling continuously on the ground.

"Scare Me to Death!"

A Youth Army soldier saw the fireballs on the ground combined with the devils' shrill screams, and the smell of roasted meat permeating the air, and couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

"Go up and finish them off, so these devils' fire doesn't spread to us!" a Youth Army Veteran shouted.

The trench was already full of the little devils' screams.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Help! On fire!"

The Platoon Leader stepped forward and ordered: "Continue advancing! Watch for finishing shots!"

The Youth Army soldiers fired several shots at the Japanese corpses still burning; to be honest, this was giving the little devils release.

If not for preventing the burning little devils from pouncing on themselves, the soldiers would rather watch the little devils burn to death directly.

The flames not only cleared many obstacles but also left charred marks on the trench walls; the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh and cloth.

With the flamethrower opening the way, the Second Battalion quickly advanced into the depth of the position.

Whenever encountering sections where the Japanese Army resisted desperately, the flamethrowers would show their power; wherever the Youth Army went, flames appeared.

The Japanese Army's commander only knew that after a flash of firelight ahead, quite a few little devils retreated while on fire.

"I'm on fire, save me~"

A little devil covered in flames, rolling and crawling, escaped to the Gas Squadron's position; Lieutenant Colonel Sato was commanding operations here, and seeing his subordinates flee in such a sorry state, Sato was both shocked and furious.

"Eight Gua! Don't retreat! Hold the line!" Lieutenant Colonel Sato waved his military sword, attempting to organize the defensive line.

But that devil turned into a fireball had long been occupied by pain and could not hear Lieutenant Colonel Sato's commands at all.

"Water! Give me water!"

Sato only saw a soldier, his skin split and flesh torn by flames, charging toward the Gas Squadron position where he was; that sight was truly like a devil crawling up from hell.

"Don't let him approach! Be careful of detonating the special shells!" Gas Squadron Leader Kobayashi drew his pistol and shouted loudly.

The other devils also raised their guns to shoot the fireball; bullets went pop-pop against the fireball's body, and no one knew if they hit vital points, only that the fireball continued forward madly without reason.

Lieutenant Colonel Sato gritted his teeth, drew his military sword, stepped forward, and with one stroke chopped off the fireball's head.

The burning little devil then stopped his steps, turning into two fireballs; the burning head rolled forward two meters before stopping, leaving only the body still burning in place.

Lieutenant Colonel Sato smelled a foul roasted meat odor, covered his nose: "What on earth is going on? The enemy's weapons are truly varied!"