Chapter 364: Kill the Enemy with Ferocity!

The remnants of the Independent Mixed 17th Brigade, just over seven hundred meters from the Search Detachment.

Nanshan Xiuji roared in fury, "Baka! It's a Chinaman."

He had already heard gunfire ahead; the sound was all too familiar, the same machine‑gun roar from Huyashan yesterday, a sound like a demon's chainsaw that had inflicted heavy losses on his 17th Brigade.

Repeated assaults on Huyashan were repelled by the Chinaman army's overwhelming firepower.

Boom!

But as soon as the words fell, a 60 mm mortar detonated a short distance in front of Nanshan Xiuji.

In the instant of explosion, several Japanese soldiers were flipped onto the ground; the ones hit in vital spots were, oddly, still alive on the spot.

Those not yet dead writhed on the ground, pleading for their own rescue.

"Dongping, save me."

Yet as the words fell, a volley of mortar shells came again.

On the western high ground, Jiang Anguo also heard gunfire from the north; it seemed Xu Guozhang's 150th Division was already engaged with the Little Devils.

He immediately issued an attack order, "Mortars, fire for me!"

Thump thump thump!

60 mm mortars mixed with 80 mm shells fired in unison at the Japanese.

"Machine Gunner, fire!"

Deep in the dense forest.

Suddenly, a sharp, screeching howl ripped the forest's silence—MG42 opened fire!

Its rate, over a thousand rounds per minute, poured down like a gale, bullets whistling through trunks and underbrush.

Clack clack clack!

A Japanese squad slipping into the western hills along a forest trail was suddenly swallowed by the metallic torrent.

The front‑line soldiers hadn't reacted before dense fire pierced them, blood mist spraying the moss‑covered trunks; one lunged for a low‑slope cover but was flipped by several bullets midway, his scream cut short; rear troops raised their rifles in panic, but before they could aim, they and their guns were swept down, convulsing as they drew their last breath.

The MG42 roared on, its muzzle flash glaring in the dim jungle.

In just a dozen seconds, dozens of Japanese fell, bodies strewn among dead leaves and tangled roots, blood seeping into the soil, the air thick with smoke and the scent of gore.

"Counterattack! Baka! You—get up! Counterattack!" a Japanese sergeant shouted, slamming a hard palm onto a soldier curled in a crater.

The soldier, face smeared with mud, eyes vacant, clutching his head, muttered, "The… the mortar's coming again…"

Before the words finished.

Boom!

A 60 mm mortar shell exploded ten meters away, the blast tossing sand and soil, shards of stone raining down.

The sergeant staggered from the shock, blood seeping from his ears, yet he roared, "Imperial Warrior, no retreat!"

Only a few scattered rifle cracks answered him.

The surviving Japanese either hid in ditches or crouched behind the corpses, too afraid even to lift their heads.

The P‑38 air raid on Huyashan had already shattered their morale; now surrounded on three sides, their spirit was utterly broken.

And Huaxia's fire never ceased.

The Guard Company's eight 60 mm mortars kept calibrated fire, a volley every ten seconds; twelve MG42s perched on the ridge swept crossfire, sealing every route.

Bullets wove like fabric, artillery rose like tide; the Japanese could not even mount a decent counterattack.

Whenever more than a dozen Japanese gathered, the MG42 locked onto them, instantly sending the assembled troops to meet Death.

"Machine guns, keep covering!" Guard Company Commander Jiang Xingxue shouted from behind a rock, his voice like thunder, "Platoon One, Platoon Three, charge with me! Hand Grenades clear the way, leave no survivors!"

"Kill—!"

Over a hundred warriors leapt from the trench, forming a scattered line and pressing forward.

Their submachine guns and rifles sprayed the Japanese, clearing obstacles along the way.

To the south, Hu Lian heard the artillery and machine‑gun fire from the west and knew the assault had begun.

"Relay orders," he said coldly, "All 448th Regiment, press forward, crush these Little Devils here. Use fire to seal the southern and eastern exits, force them northward, and let Jiang Anguo and Xu Guozhang finish them."

Hu Lian, as cunning as a fox, had already seen the Little Devils could head east, emerging from the Jingmen Mountains straight across the Jianghan Plain toward Dangyang.

Thus, Hu Lian's 11th Division, 34th Regiment, immediately attacked the Little Devils' eastern position, giving the Japanese no quarter.

MG42s held the high ground, mortars deployed behind the Machine Gunners.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two shells landed in the Japanese rear, erupting a cloud of mud.

"Kill!"

"Charge, kill the devils!"

11th Division warriors surged in from behind the Little Devils, like wolves into a flock of sheep.

The Japanese were trapped, running back and forth in the valley like a cornered beast.

At that moment, Hu Lian stood on the southern ridge, a slight smile curling his mouth as the Japanese fell into the valley.

On the slope, Jiang Anguo crouched on the high point, his Mauser Kar98k sniper rifle steadied on a sandbag.

Through the scope, the Japanese sergeant brandished a sword, forcing a soldier to rise, his face a snarling mask.

Distance: 380 m.

Wind speed: light.

He held his breath and gently pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The shot rang crisp; the bullet pierced the forehead, the back of the skull erupting in a cloud of blood.

The sergeant's body stiffened for a heartbeat, then slowly fell backward, his sword slipping from his hand and embedding in the mud.

Jiang Anguo does not like aiming at a Little Devil's chest; he believes the most direct way to kill a Little Devil is to hit the Little Devil's head.

After killing a Japanese Army sergeant, Jiang Anguo once again looks for the next target.

He does not fire at ordinary Japanese Army soldiers, as that would have little effect on the collapsing troops of the 17th Brigade before him; in the jungle, finding a high‑value Little Devil target is indeed not easy.

However, the Little Devil's Grenade Launcher operators and Machine Gunners were all singled out one by one by the Sniper Rifle in Jiang Anguo's hands.

The officers fell, and the Chinese firepower was so terrifying that it completely shattered the Japanese Army's morale.

The surrounding Japanese Army collapsed instantly.

Some dropped their rifles and knelt, some turned and fled toward Ju Shui, more curled up with heads in their hands, no longer willing to fight.

The moment they laid down their weapons, the Little Devils were doomed to fail, because Jiang Anguo had no intention of taking prisoners in this battle.

"Charge in! Clean out the remaining enemies!" Guard Company Commander Jiang Xingxue shouted.

The Guard Company quickly interspersed, storming into the Japanese Army ranks.

In close combat they did not bayonet the Little Devils; groups of three or five used their MP40 Submachine Guns to sweep fire across the Japanese Army positions.

"Reload!" After the front Guard Company soldier shouted, the warriors behind immediately lifted their MP40 Submachine Guns.

Soldiers who needed to reload fell back, swiftly swapping their Magazine to ensure not a single moment for the Little Devils to catch a breath.

Clack clack clack!

A bullet pierced a Little Devil who was trying to charge forward for a bayonet attack.

The soldier who had swapped the Magazine did not fire immediately; instead he pulled out a Hand Grenade and tossed it toward the Little Devils ahead, making sure the grenade would not explode among his own men.

Boom—a blast, the Hand Grenade exploded amid the Japanese Army crowd.

The Guard Company, fast and fierce, broke through the Japanese Army positions.