128: Chapter 128 Night Operation
At this moment, inside the tunnel.
A group of Chinese Soldiers lay on the ground, aiming their muzzles toward the tunnel entrance.
They were not sure if the Little Devils had discovered them.
Therefore, they dared not let their guard down.
Their eyes were fixed tightly on the tunnel entrance.
Just then, light appeared again at the tunnel entrance that had been blocked back up.
Seeing this situation, the Chinese Soldiers felt a tightening in their hearts and were already prepared for battle.
As soon as the Little Devils pried open the tunnel entrance, they would open fire without hesitation.
At this moment, a pitch-black, gun barrel-like object suddenly extended into the opening that was letting in light.
Immediately after, in the terrified eyes of the Chinese Soldiers, roaring flames surged toward them.
"Damn it! Run!" The company commander, who was lying at the very front, saw this scene and immediately cursed.
He hurriedly tried to get up, but the speed of the flames was faster than his speed of rising.
The next second, flames with temperatures of over a thousand degrees directly engulfed him, and then the Chinese Soldiers behind him were also engulfed by the flames.
They were consumed by the raging fire without even letting out a scream.
The Chinese Soldiers further back saw this scene and all hurriedly got up and retreated into the depths of the tunnel.
They all knew how terrifying this thing was.
A flamethrower could spray temperatures of over a thousand degrees.
If used in a tunnel, the attack range could reach several tens of meters.
At this moment, they were racing against death.
If they ran a little slower, they would be engulfed by these flames.
They were inwardly cursing, as this thing was truly beyond their expectations.
However, their running speed was ultimately not faster than the speed at which the flames spread.
They were caught up to after running for only a few seconds.
The image in the livestream room froze on the scene of the last Chinese Soldier being engulfed by the flames.
The Chinese Soldiers were scorched by the flames, charred and carbonized without even being able to let out a scream.
The audience in the livestream room all gasped when they saw this scene.
"What is this? A flamethrower?"
"How do the Little Devils still have this thing?"
"Why wouldn't they? It has appeared before. This thing isn't exactly high-tech, is it?"
"These are our Chinese Soldiers inside! The Little Devils' weapons are too ruthless."
"They are being burned by fire; how painful it must have been when they died!"
"Damn it, watching this makes me furious; I want to beat up the Little Devils."
"I've already beaten one up. I ran into a foul-mouthed Japan on the road who started cursing at me; I was already furious, so I just started hitting him."
At this time, the livestream screen kept moving through the tunnel, and everywhere it reached, there were charred and carbonized corpses of Chinese Soldiers.
There were so many that, at a glance, they piled up in the tunnel.
Many of the carbonized bodies were even still holding the gesture of gripping their guns, with only some metal parts of their guns left on the ground.
The temperature of over a thousand degrees meant that even these guns could not be spared.
The audience in the livestream room was shocked, and an indescribable sadness surged from the bottom of their hearts.
Such a scene was something they had never seen before.
The cruelty of real war was displayed before them.
Once on the real battlefield, any treaties or prohibitions are just empty talk.
On the battlefield, there is only life and death, and using any means necessary to survive and win.
Looking at the corpses in the tunnel, there were at least over a hundred of them.
The entire company of Chinese Soldiers was engulfed by the fire.
At this moment, the company commander looked at the pitch-black panel in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.
He only remembered the fire engulfing him just now, and then the next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.
Immediately followed by the notification that he had died.
Before he died, he didn't even feel any pain.
Because the temperature of over a thousand degrees directly carbonized and evaporated his nerves as well.
It was just that this way of dying made him feel very stifled.
They were killed without even seeing the faces of the Little Devils.
If he had known, he should have just rushed out and fought the Little Devils to the death.
Then again, there is no "if he had known."
If this were reality, they would only have one chance at life.
The livestream screen shifted to the Little Devils outside; at this time, after dealing with this tunnel, the Little Devils' flamethrower soldiers rushed to other places to look for tunnel entrances.
The Little Devils kept using flamethrowers on the front line to clear the tunnels, preventing the defending troops from suddenly popping out of the tunnel entrances to attack them.
The Little Devils kept compressing the front line, and it wasn't until nightfall that they stopped their offensive.
In the middle of the night, the defensive line of the defending troops had already retreated to a position less than one hundred meters from the top of the mountain.
In the Command Post at the observatory, General Huang Wei frowned deeply.
The change in the war situation was beyond his expectations.
After counting today's casualties, he was shocked to find that today's casualties were as high as over 1,700.
Whereas yesterday's casualties were only nine hundred.
In just one day, the casualties had doubled.
On the entire Zijin Mountain.
There were three regiments defending, with the 3rd Regiment being the main defensive force.
The 1st Regiment was for reinforcement, and the 5th Regiment was in reserve.
Besides that, there were about 1,400 troops in the directly subordinate units.
Among them, he had sent out 2,000 men from the 5th Regiment.
Currently, there was only a defensive force of 9,000 on Zijin Mountain.
Now, in two days, more than 2,600 people had been killed or wounded.
There were still 6,400 troops left.
But the most troublesome issue was not the manpower.
It was the issue of ammunition reserves.
The ammunition consumption over these past two days had been too great.
Originally, their per capita ammunition amount was not much.
Too much ammunition had been consumed in these two days, and now the ammunition quantity averaged out to less than 20 rifle bullets and three grenades per person.
Even the ammunition for the artillery was running low.
Without ammunition, it would not be easy to continue on.
Not to mention, the 5th Regiment that had been sent out also took away some ammunition.
He had already notified the people of the 5th Regiment during the day, telling them to act when the opportunity arose.
With the current amount of ammunition, it would be the limit if they could hold out through tomorrow.
Therefore, for now, General Huang Wei could only pin his hopes on the people of the 5th Regiment to bring a miracle.
They were defending on Zijin Mountain and had absolutely no initiative.
Only the 5th Regiment outside possessed the initiative.
In the middle of the night, in the northern foothills of Zijin Mountain, the 5th Regiment, which had been stationed here for a long time, finally found an opportunity.
After two days of observation, the scouts of the 5th Regiment discovered that the Little Devils focused heavily on attacking and lightly on defense.
There was almost no defensive force in the rear.
It was as if they were not afraid of being attacked from the rear at all.
Besides that, they also figured out the location of the Little Devils' Artilleryman and the location of the poison gas unit.
As well as the location of the Little Devils' temporary hospital.
After learning these locations, they specifically sent people to figure out the defensive strength of these places.
For these two days, they had not taken any action and were basically collecting intelligence.
Now the Command Post had issued an order; the defensive situation on the mountain was grim, and they needed to carry out operations as soon as possible.
Now, in December in Jinling, there was thick fog every morning, lasting for four or five hours.
This period was the best time for them to take action.
Not only that, the forest coverage rate in the northern foothills where they were located was very high.
It could effectively cover their marching tracks.
Thus, they broke up into smaller units and headed toward the rear of the Little Devils.