"Baga!" Kato Jiro staggered, and all the Japanese and puppet soldiers in the artillery tower were shaken and staggered.
He quickly sat up and fired the crane gun and light machine gun outside.
The big gun turret is no better than the medium turret and small turret. The skin is very solid. The infantry artillery hit it three times in a row and only took away a few layers of skin.
After the 75mm field gun took out the small turrets and bunkers, the main gunner quickly turned the handle and pointed the muzzle at the big turret using the sight of the flares.
The machine gun has stopped firing, and firing any more will be a waste of shells.
On the artillery battery position, only a muffled sound was heard, the gun body shook violently, and a 75mm armor-piercing bullet came out instantly.
boom!
The shells seemed to have eyes, and their landing point was extremely accurate, hitting the Japanese gun tower directly.
The Japanese gun tower was like a city wall that had been hit with a sledgehammer. A large piece of it suddenly collapsed. Fine rubble fell like raindrops, and billowing smoke spread from the gun tower.
Zhang Dabiao, who saw this scene through the telescope, couldn't wait to throw his military cap to the ground.
"Comrades, kill me!" As he jumped up, a loud and rough voice rose into the sky.
"Kill!" The soldiers jumped up one after another and swept towards the Japanese gun tower like a tide.
"Baga!" In the turret, Kato Jiro climbed up from the floor, coughing loudly, and his whole face was covered in gunpowder smoke like the bottom of a pot.
After the smoke cleared, Kato Jiro saw a big hole opened in the side of the gun tower, and his expression suddenly changed.
The shot just now was much more powerful than the previous shots. It was probably fired by the 75 Mountain Field Artillery of the Eighth Route Army.
He raised his telescope and looked out through the big hole. Through the field of view of the flare, he saw four to five hundred eight-legged soldiers rushing toward the stronghold five to six hundred meters away.
"Shoot, shoot!"
"Kill them!"
However, there was no reaction in the turret. A closer look revealed that several machine gunners had been seriously injured in the explosion just now.
"Baga!" Kato Jiro personally picked up a Type 92 heavy machine gun, poked it out from the shooting hole, and then pressed the shooting pressure.
Another Japanese light machine gun with a crooked handle also opened fire almost simultaneously, spraying a dense rain of bullets on Zhang Dabiao's battalion.
"Get down!" Zhang Dabiao kept staring at the Japanese turret during the charge. The moment he saw tongues of fire erupting from the turret on the opposite side, Zhang Dabiao yelled immediately.
The soldiers around them fell down simultaneously. Although the machine gun bullets fired by the Japanese were scattered at a distance of five to six hundred meters, charging against the Japanese machine guns would only increase casualties.
Now that we have artillery support, there is no need to charge under Japanese machine gun fire.
The artillery shells arrived as expected by Zhang Dabiao and the soldiers of the first battalion.
Two eye-catching orange-red bullets streaked across the night sky with a sharp whistling sound, and landed accurately on the Japanese turret.
Kato Jiro was shooting wildly with the Type 92 heavy machine gun. A sharp whistling sound came. Kato Jiro quickly dodged the shooting hole. With two loud noises, the shock wave carried choking smoke and sharp shrapnel.
There was a rampage in the turret, and the turret became a slaughterhouse, with blood splattered everywhere.
Kato Jiro, whose head was cut off by half of the metal shrapnel, was twitching.
Feeling the rapid passage of life, Kato Jiro was unwilling to die with his eyes closed... Farewell, Mount Fuji!
I saw that there was no movement from the Japanese artillery tower for a long time.
"Come on!" Zhang Dabiao yelled after touching his head but finding nothing.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Dabiao led his soldiers to charge into the stronghold.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of gunfire like explosive beans in the stronghold, and the assault company soldiers holding submachine guns exchanged fire with the remaining Japanese soldiers.
About half an hour later, the gunfire in the stronghold became sparse and the battle ended.
At this time, the Japanese and puppet troops in Liao County and Yushe requested tactical guidance from Mitake Tsuda, commander of the 4th Brigade stationed in Yangquan, and received the order to rush for reinforcements immediately.
Takeo Honda and Naojun Itatsu had no choice but to send a Japanese and puppet reinforcement force of more than 500 people to rush along the highway.
The two Japanese reinforcements had just set out not long ago. On the road, they first stepped on a mine laid by an engineering platoon, and then encountered a fierce fire attack. The Japanese and puppet troops who were already scared thought they were being attacked by a regiment from the Eighth Route Army.
, abandoned dozens of corpses and fled back to the county in panic.
The current firepower of the new regiment is not something that the Japanese and puppet troops can compete with. Each company is equipped with 9 machine guns and 9 submachine guns, and the firepower is extremely fierce.
The two commandos led by Lu Yingjun and Wei Dayong successfully pulled out the artillery towers and quickly rushed to the Lijiagou stronghold and the first battalion. The artillery battery and the machine gun battery merged and headed towards Yangcun before dawn.
…
At the same time, Chen Feng, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a tingling sound in his ear.
Chen Feng suddenly sat up in shock, and the system's mechanical sound sounded "Ding! A free AA-12 fully automatic shotgun. The 12-gauge fully automatic shotgun has been unlocked. Please check it carefully, host!"
"AA-12 shotgun?"
"Troll?"
Chen Feng was suddenly stunned. Is there something wrong with the dog system?
It's so late at night, why don't you let people sleep?
…
At noon the next day, the attacking troops returned to Yangcun.
In the inner room of the regiment headquarters, the three battalion commanders Zhang Dabiao, Zheng Yu, and Chen Dagu, as well as the captain of the sharp sword squad, reported to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang the situation of killing the enemy and capturing the enemy last night.
"Report to the head of the regiment, political commissar." Zhang Dabiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said first, "In the battle at Lijiagou stronghold, more than 200 Japanese and puppet troops were wiped out in less than an hour."
"Our unit had 11 casualties and 24 wounded. We seized 3 light machine guns, more than 50 rifles, and about 5,000 rounds of ammunition."
"There are about 10,000 catties of grain."
Although there were more than 200 Japanese and puppet troops in the Chenjiagou stronghold, as well as more than a dozen machine guns, most of the Japanese and puppet soldiers were hiding in gun towers and bunkers, and most of the machine guns were damaged by shells. Some Japanese soldiers were still alive before dying in battle.
It will blow up the machine guns. It's pretty good to capture 3 machine guns.
Zheng Yu said, "The Fourth Battalion of the Second Battalion killed more than 40 Japanese and seized more than 26 rifles and more than 1,000 bullets!"
Chen Dugu said, "The Seventh Company of the Third Battalion killed more than 50 Japanese, and seized more than 34 rifles and more than 1,000 rounds of bullets!"
Lu Yingjun said, "The Sharp Sword Squadron removed 10 gun towers and seized 2 light machine guns, 21 rifles, and more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition."
"Not bad!" Li Yunlong nodded, looking satisfied, "Everyone brought something back."
"That's right. We only take advantage and don't suffer losses. We won't engage in loss-making business."
"Anyway, when the gun goes off, you have to get something back for me. I'm not picky about food. I don't want anything to eat, wear, use, guns, or ammunition."
"If you do too much, I won't mind it. If you do too little, I won't be happy. If you don't do it, I will scold you."
"Anyway, in one sentence, I want both labor and capital!"
Zheng Yu then asked, "Captain, if I bring back a Japanese girl, would you like it?"
"Go, go, go." Li Yunlong laughed and scolded, "You are the only one who talks too much as the commander of the second battalion."
Several battalion commanders and Lu Yingjun burst into laughter.
"Comrades fought beautifully in this battle." Zhao Gang said, "Remember to send all the wounded to the field hospital. Also, you must do a good job summarizing this battle. If there is nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting."
"Let me add something." Li Yunlong said, "Send all the things captured to the regiment headquarters."
"The meeting is dismissed!"
"Yes!" The three battalion commanders and Lu Yingjun straightened up and walked outside.
As soon as the few people left, Zhao Gang said happily, "I'm afraid the Japanese and puppet troops that were annihilated last night must have numbered 400."
"Even if it's not 400." Li Yunlong nodded, "I guess it's not much different."
There are estimated to be more than 100 puppet troops and 20 to 30 Japanese soldiers in the 10 gun towers. Including the Japanese puppet soldiers killed at the Lijiagou stronghold and on the highway, the total number is around 400.
Zhao Gang then asked, "For 10 gun towers and 1 stronghold, what price did your brother give you?"
"One medium-sized stronghold counts as three gun towers." Li Yunlong said, "This time it is equivalent to us taking away 16 gun towers. One gun tower can be replaced by a machine gun, a rocket launcher, or two 60mm mortars.
"
"Where did the 16 seats come from?" Zhao Gang said, "It's only 13 after a full count... Did you include the 3 seats that were taken away a few days ago?"
"Is this okay?"
"Why not?" Li Yunlong asked, "Didn't our new regiment take down those three turrets?"
"Old Li, you really have the face of a profiteer." Zhao Gang said with a smile.
Li Yunlong smiled and was noncommittal.
After killing more than 400 puppet troops overnight, Commander Li was already very happy.
After taking down the turrets and strongholds on the Yuliao Highway, you can still make a small fortune from 16 machine guns, which is another great joy.
(Machine guns are a unit of measurement here, not that Li Yunlong wants 16 machine guns.)
The sum of two happiness is double happiness.
If there was no brigade commander to rob us, it would be three times the joy, so exciting.
After Zhao Gang left, Li Yunlong immediately took out his radio and notified Chen Feng to deliver the goods.
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386 Brigade, Brigade Headquarters.
The brigade commander is studying the Baijin Railway on the map.
Deputy Brigadier Han walked in hurriedly and said to the brigade commander, "Brigadier Commander, the scouts just sent back information that more than 10 artillery towers and strongholds on the Yuliao Highway were all destroyed last night."
"I see."
The brigade commander's attention was all on the map, and he nodded lightly after hearing this.
After a moment, the brigade commander suddenly raised his head and his tone changed, "What did you just say? They were all taken away. Who did it?"
"We don't know yet," Deputy Brigadier Han said. "In the early hours of this morning, the district team went to shoot a few shots outside the Japanese turret as usual, but found that the Japanese turret had been blown up."
"Then the district team followed the highway and discovered that all the Japanese artillery towers on the Yuliao Highway had been blown up."
"Even the Lijiagou stronghold was taken away."
Suddenly, Deputy Brigadier Han seemed to have thought of something, and said uncertainly, "Could it be Li Yunlong who did it?"
"I think it was probably Li Yunlong who did it."
The brigade commander said in a positive tone, "The new regiment also has two bazooka rocket launchers. I am sure that those two rocket launchers killed the 10 gun towers last night."
Deputy Brigadier Han said, "If this is the case, then this bazooka rocket launcher is an incredible treasure..."
After a pause, Deputy Brigadier Han said again, "I want to know if the New Regiment did it. It's easy. Brigadier, just call Li Yunlong and swindle him, won't he know?"
"It makes sense." The brigade commander smiled, "I'll call Li Yunlong right now."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
This chapter has been completed!