On the British military position in the valley, a tall major was carefully observing the situation ahead with a telescope.

The battle at Taniguchi was very fierce, and the originally arrogant Japanese were retreating steadily. This made him feel extremely excited, and he did not pay any attention to the white-bearded commander coming towards him behind him.

Whitebeard walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked: "Will, something's wrong with the situation up front. It seems that reinforcements are coming. The air raid just now was obviously a US military aircraft."

"You still have to ask, if it weren't for reinforcements, how could there be such a big movement?"

The major named Will just glanced at him and asked impatiently: "What did Brigadier General Campbell say? Are we going to continue to stay here motionless?"

"Relax, man, the brigadier general means to wait and see what happens, and wait until the results of their battle come to fruition before making other plans." Whitebeard said lightly.

Will frowned, pointed at Taniguchi and said righteously: "The other party is here to rescue. The Japanese army has been forced in front of us. Is it too much to just ignore it? And judging from the battlefield situation, the Japanese have already

Falling at a disadvantage, as long as we..."

"Ok, ok... Needless to say, the brigadier general has already planned this. You must know that there is a group of Japanese troops in the north, and there are so many wounded soldiers in the camp that we can no longer afford to lose."

The white-bearded officer said lightly, this young man is good at everything, but he is too impulsive.

The brigadier general originally planned to surrender, but a wave of reinforcements arrived, completely disrupting the "plan." Now they don't know which side will win.

The situation was unclear at the moment, and a blind attack might not lead to victory. If the Japanese won in the end, it would be difficult to surrender. Adhering to the idea that a dead Taoist friend should never die a poor Taoist, he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.

Coward! Will sneered at this. Compared to those conservatives who felt good about themselves, he was more interested in taking the initiative to attack and create conditions, but the commander did not allow it. He, a small forward officer, was powerless.

The angry Will didn't say anything more. He picked up the Lee-Enfield rifle next to him and cocked the gun with a bang to vent his dissatisfaction. His eyes were full of disappointment and contempt.

My compatriots are too optimistic, thinking that surrendering is just a matter of trying their best anyway, just to lose face. After all, such behavior is also a manifestation of gentlemanly demeanor.

This combative attitude during World War I is simply not suitable for today's more brutal battlefield. Will had dealt with the Japanese a few years ago and knew very well how terrifying those bastards were. Putting down weapons in front of them was tantamount to suicide.

Just at this moment, there were bursts of strange noises coming from the other side of the valley. It was the sound of artillery shells streaking through the air!

"What's going on? Are the Japanese firing?"

"No... shelling! Get down quickly!"

At this time, the first regiment had already concentrated two battalions of eighty 60-mm mortars at the mouth of the valley, and each gunner quickly placed the gun mount in a suitable open area.

boom!

boom!

boom……!

As a jungle combat unit, the First Main Regiment has deliberately strengthened its individual support firepower and reduced the number of heavy machine guns. However, the amount of submachine gun equipment between squads is much more than that of ordinary troops. Each platoon has three bazooka rocket launchers.

It can play a very good role in close combat.

Artillery units mostly use American M2-type 60mm mortars. The total weight of this small-caliber mortar is less than 20 kilograms. One or two soldiers can carry it around. The structure is simple and the soldiers do not need much training.

The operation can be carried out, the only problem is whether it can be done accurately.

Although the range is a bit short, its rate of fire is astonishing, and when used on a large scale, it can form a very strong covering barrage within a range of two kilometers.

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Such a large number no longer requires any accuracy. The shells hit them head-on and face-to-face. The valley was instantly blown up with sand and rocks, and the deafening sound of explosions kept echoing in the valley.

The intensive fire coverage made the Japanese miserable. The mortars were fired at a wide angle. Even hiding behind the rock wall was of no avail. The little Japanese were killed and injured numerous times. They had to flee in all directions in the chaos.

"Fuck! What the hell is going on!?"

Artillery shells were also flying across the British position, and the soldiers covered their heads and huddled tightly in the trenches. The indiscriminate attacks made them all disgraced, and some unlucky ones who had no time to dodge were even taken away on the spot.

Kaname personally selected experienced battlefield veterans to form a commando team, and took this opportunity to quickly move forward.

The shelling lasted for ten minutes and then slowly stopped. The commandos immediately launched an attack using rockets and grenades. The little Japanese who had no way to retreat could only resist desperately.

Seeing that the battle between the two sides was gradually heating up, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Will couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:

"orge on! Let's go!"

"No! What do you want to do?" Whitebeard quickly stopped him.

"Fuck off! Mind yourself, James!"

Major Will took the initiative and immediately joined the battle with an infantry company under his command, regardless of the commander's obstruction.

With the assistance of the British army, the pressure on the First Regiment was much lessened. Soon the remaining few hundred Japanese soldiers were divided and surrounded by two sides. More and more Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood. Their demise was a foregone conclusion.

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Half an hour later, the Japanese army was finally wiped out, and none of the frantic little Japanese soldiers surrendered. This also caused some unnecessary losses to the two battalions that had successfully carried out the raid.

Perhaps it was because most of the new recruits in the first regiment lacked combat effectiveness, but Liao Mingyu had to admit that the fighting will of this group of Japanese soldiers was really tenacious.

"Sigh... If those old buddies were still around and ended up like this, these new recruits would be so useless."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the acting commander of the Second Battalion couldn't help but sigh, walked to Kaname and complained.

Kaname smiled bitterly, rubbed his shoulders that were a little sore from carrying the rocket launcher, and said with emotion: "What can I do? They have grown up step by step. They are pretty good. When I first went to the battlefield,

Not even a gun."

Most of the recruits in the first regiment were slumped on the ground and breathing heavily. Only now did everyone dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Today's battle was not easy for them.

However, although no one in the Japanese army surrendered, there were still dozens of Japanese soldiers who were knocked unconscious by shells on the battlefield. These unconscious little Japanese soldiers had been bundled aside.

"Junzuo, what should we do with these prisoners?"

Liao Mingyu strode forward and saw that the little devils who were kneeling on the ground and had woken up were still shouting and had no intention of being prisoners.
Chapter completed!