The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 217: No umbrella or knife on a rainy night, only a cannon

A light rain began to fall on the salient areas between Gaolin and Wenduo, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of earth and moisture.

Raindrops hit the ground cracked by artillery fire, splashing small pieces of mud.

Private Yuta Hanayama of the 3rd Guards Regiment of the 2nd Guards Division huddled in a hole in the trench, his back against the damp earth.

The rain was getting heavier, as if it could wash away everything.

He was secretly relieved.

It's raining, so at least the Anmin Army's terrifying fat plane (P-47 Big Bottle) can't be deployed today.

Thinking of those planes, Huashan's heart still became nervous unconsciously.

He had personally witnessed the horror of this unassuming aircraft, which dropped several bombs mercilessly in a single dive, instantly turning the squadron bunker, which was thought to be indestructible, upside down.

The squadron headquarters was an underground fortress reinforced with layers of earth, logs, and sandbags, which should have been enough to withstand conventional bombing.

However, the P-47's bombs were like chainsaws, easily tearing through these defenses.

What frightened Huashan even more was that, unlike single-engine aircraft that could only carry a few bombs, those P-47s could dive around the battlefield like birds of prey after dropping their bombs, with rockets raining down from their wings.

Those high-speed rockets poured into the trenches one after another, with the deafening sound of explosions, burying the Japanese soldiers one by one in flames and explosions.

Not only did that aircraft carry an astonishing amount of ammunition, its defensive capabilities also shocked Hanayama Yuta. Even though the heavy machine gun squadron of the same brigade used the Type 92 heavy machine gun to hit the low-flying aircraft multiple times, they still could not cause effective damage to the opponent.

Instead, the heavy machine gun squadron was hit by several large-caliber machine guns on the wings of the aircraft, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

What Huashan remembers most clearly is that after that mission, he was ordered to clean the trenches.

Faced with the hellish scene, he could only vomit while shoveling out the minced meat and burying it.

But that was still considered good. When Hanayama Yuta heard that the new recruit in the heavy machine gun squadron who was responsible for cleaning and scrubbing the heavy machine guns went crazy, shouting and yelling, he was finally ordered to be shot by his superiors.

Before joining the army, the teacher in the class said that the Qian Kingdom was the sick man of East Asia, the European devils were all vulnerable softies, and the army of the Locust Kingdom was winning battles on the battlefield, and a bright future was beckoning to him.

But when he arrived at the battlefield, Hanayama Yuta found that he seemed to be just a cannon fodder?

They were bombed by the artillery of the Security Army, chased by tanks, and hunted like rabbits by planes in the sky. Every day they did nothing but dig holes and pits.

Most of the soldiers in the same squadron went to report to Kudanzaka without even seeing the enemy.

Is this really how the Sky Locust Guards, the world's elite guard division, should perform?

While daydreaming, Hanayama Yuta took out his helmet and scooped out the water from the trench.

He was so exhausted that his movements were stiff, and his mind had long been numb from the days of bloody hell.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, the squad leader's shout broke the silence in the trench.

"Huashan! Huashan!" The team leader's voice came with an anxious tone.

Huashan suddenly climbed out of the cat ear cave and ran quickly towards the source of the sound.

He took every step carefully, fearing that he would slip on the muddy ground if he was not careful, so his movements were particularly funny.

"The telephone line is down. Go patrol with Akita-san." The team leader whispered, without a trace of a smile on his face. "If it was just accidentally cut by artillery fire, reconnect it."

Hanayama Yuta, half-crouching in the trench, took over a spare telephone line and saluted in response: "Hi!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let the other side know that there are people in this trench." The team leader immediately signaled Huashan Yuta to keep his voice down.

The Tianan People's Army's cold gun and cold artillery campaign has begun. Infiltration teams of several people often carry a single 60mm mortar and use the cover of rainforests or streams to infiltrate positions very close to the Japanese trenches.

When they heard the sound of Japanese soldiers talking or smoke rising in a trench, they would suddenly fire several 60mm mortar shells at them and then quickly evacuate.

Their fighting style was as fast as ghosts. The Japanese could only hear a few explosions coming from the trenches, but could not even see the shadow of the attackers.

Since the Anmin Army infiltration team that fired the artillery could not be found at all, this tactic made all the Japanese in the front-line trenches suspicious.

Yuta Hanayama also reacted immediately. He was not prepared to be blown into a bloody gourd by the shells that suddenly flew into the trench, so he immediately covered his mouth.

"Okay, let's go." The team leader waved his hand, indicating that Hanayama Yuta could set off.

Wearing a helmet, Yuta Hanayama followed his senior corporal, crouching down as he walked through the winding, muddy trenches, and climbed the ladder out of the trench from the exit reserved at the rear.

His body was already exhausted from the long battle, but at this moment, every inch of his nerves was tense, and he tried his best to avoid any movement that might attract attention.

Hanayama Yuta was at a support point on this section of the front line. Inside this section of continuous fortifications that cut across the railway, there was a 37mm anti-tank gun, two grenade launchers, four Type 99 light machine guns and one Type 92 heavy machine gun.

In addition to the weapons squad, there are also 3 squads of infantry stationed there, and the defense force is relatively strong.

However, as the Anmin Army continues to intensify its infiltration attacks with cold guns and cold artillery, the number of casualties here has also quietly increased, and the current reduction in personnel has exceeded 10%.

Hanayama Yuta knew that his section of the battle line relied entirely on telephone calls to communicate with the brigade headquarters in the rear.

Once the main force of the Anmin Army on the opposite side really moves south along the railway line, whether the support point can be held depends entirely on whether we can call for help from the rear in the first time.

But living in fear of being shot and fired at every day, can he really hold on until the day when the Anmin Army launches an all-out attack?

Hanayama Yuta himself doesn't know.

Every step became extremely difficult on the muddy and slippery ground.

Braving the rain that seemed to be getting heavier, Hanayama Yuta moved cautiously along the telephone line, fearing that a bullet would suddenly fly out and hit him.

Yuta Hanayama felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the railway. Soon, the veteran in front of him discovered several bomb craters in front of him, and the telephone lines were leading there.

Is it over there?

Yuta Hanayama, who was lying in the mud and observing carefully with the veteran, was wondering when suddenly a muffled sound came from not far away.

Then Hanayama Yuta saw a black object slowly spinning and flying towards him.

What is this (⊙o⊙)?

The next second, Hanayama Yuta's eyes went dark, and he and the veteran beside him were riddled with steel balls from the explosion of the anti-personnel grenade.

In the distance, several lurkers who were covered in mud and lying motionless on the ground lifted up their camouflage cloth and revealed a long black cannon barrel.

It was Zhang Chi who imitated the Gustav 84mm recoilless rifle (pictured in the author's description) and integrated some of the White Eagle M20 75mm recoilless rifle's technology to develop the 88mm recoilless rifle by the RPG team of the First Firearms Institute.