One of the shells hit the truck directly, and the Japanese who had no time to jump out of the truck were blown to pieces.
After the four rounds of shells, the four trucks burst into flames, and the Japanese were killed and injured.
Only a small number of the Japs managed to survive and escape from the stronghold. Most of the Japs were killed and injured by the sudden artillery fire.
Imai Toshio watched this scene in the artillery building and was a little stunned. There were so many mortars on the Eighth Route Army?
"Taijun, the Eighth Route Army is so despicable. They actually opened fire before the imperial army got off the bus!"
The puppet soldiers in the artillery tower seemed to be even more angry than Toshio Imai. They were all jealous and cursed the Eighth Route Army for not respecting martial ethics.
Among them, Zeng Yongqiang, a puppet soldier, was even more tearful. When he saw a large number of Japanese soldiers being blown up to death, the macho man burst into tears and seemed extremely distressed.
Even the main enemy did not cry, but the puppet soldiers cried first...
From the firing hole of the gun tower, Imai Toshio saw at least twenty Japanese soldiers lying on the ground groaning in pain. Most of them were blown away with arms and legs missing. It was extremely tragic.
Imai Toshio had seen more tragic battles than this, so he didn't have much expression on his face, but looking at his injured compatriots, he couldn't stand idly by.
He turned to look at the puppet company commander Zeng Yongqiang, "Zeng Sang, take your people immediately and go down below to rescue the wounded from the imperial army."
"Ah?" Zeng Yongqiang was dumbfounded, and his crying expression instantly froze.
He just wanted to cry to show his loyalty, but he never thought of rushing out of the blockhouse to be bombarded by the Eighth Route Army.
"What, you don't want to?" Imai Toshio's face darkened and he put his right hand on the holster of his gun.
"Yes, yes!"
"It is an honor for Taijun to entrust me with such an important task!"
"I will lead people to rescue the wounded soldiers of the imperial army right away!"
Zeng Yongqiang complained endlessly, but if he showed no reluctance at the moment, Imai Toshio would definitely give him a bullet.
At that moment, Zeng Yongqiang called all his men, came out of the gun towers and bunkers, and walked towards the open space in front of the stronghold below.
On the heavy machine gun position built up with sandbags, the Japanese machine gunner pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of the puppet soldier, loaded the bullet into the gun chamber, and already pressed the weight with his hand.
Zeng Yongqiang and his subordinates of the puppet army felt like a light was on their backs, but they did not dare to look back at all. They knew that not only the machine gun positions, but also the machine guns in the artillery towers and bunkers were definitely aimed at their backs at this time. If there was any abnormal movement, the Japanese would
I will definitely open fire without hesitation.
"Company commander, the Japanese are never merciless in killing Chinese people. How about we run over and surrender to the Eighth Route Army?"
"If the Eighth Route Army doesn't kill the prisoners, surrendering to the Eighth Route Army will still have a chance of survival."
"The Lijiagou stronghold and the gun towers on the road were all lost by the Eighth Route Army. It seems that the Eighth Route Army is bound to win the stronghold today."
"Staying here will only lead to death."
The puppet platoon leader whispered to Zeng Yongqiang.
"Shut up!" Zeng Yongqiang shouted in a low voice, "If Taijun hears this, we all have to finish playing."
"Then what should we do now?" One row of long legs shook like chaff, his face turned pale with fright, and big beads of sweat fell from his face.
Zeng Yongqiang whispered, "If you want to live, just listen to me. When we get down later, we will rush to the nearest Taijun who is lying on the ground. No matter whether he is dead or alive, we will carry him and run up the mountain."
"Company Commander, I listen to you!" the platoon commander said with a straight face.
Immediately, Zeng Yongqiang glanced behind him and shouted loudly, "Rescue a wounded member of the imperial army and you will be rewarded with 30 yuan. Brothers, come with me!"
After saying that, he took the lead and rushed downwards. Encouraged by the ocean, the puppet troops behind him followed suit.
It is said to be a company, but actually there are only about 90 people in total. In the past, they were all local hooligans who surrendered to the Japanese to earn a living. They were experts in bullying the common people, but they were no longer capable of fighting a real war.
More than 90 people ran down the mountain quickly, quite impressive.
The puppet soldiers quickly rushed out of the gate of the stronghold. Zeng Yongqiang and a platoon leader rushed towards a Japanese corpse. Without even looking at the Japanese on the ground, they picked up the Japanese and walked back.
Seeing this, the rest of the puppet troops followed suit and carried the corpse of the nearest Japanese soldier back.
Wang Chengzhu had been observing the movements of the puppet troops. When he saw the puppet troops coming down to rescue the wounded Japanese soldiers, he ordered the firing without any hesitation.
On the anti-slope artillery position, more than a dozen artillery shells soared into the sky, making a harsh whistling sound, falling around the puppet troops from far to near, and then exploded. Fireballs and smoke erupted from the impact point, and large swaths of mud mist were raised.
The puppet army was instantly shrouded in dense artillery fire. A puppet soldier lying on the ground was hit in the back by a cannonball. After a bang, the puppet army directly turned into a pink mist. When the smoke dissipated
, this puppet army only has two legs left.
Some puppet soldiers put down the corpses of Japanese soldiers and ran away, while others insisted on carrying corpses and wounded people to their strongholds.
After two rounds of furious bombardment at the open space in front of the stronghold, Wang Chengzhu directed the artillerymen to fire Xu Jin's barrage.
The mortar shells on the Eighth Route Army seemed to have eyes. Wherever the puppet soldiers ran, the shells followed them, reaping the lives of the puppet soldiers.
"Dare to save the wounded soldiers of the Japs? Let's see if labor can't kill you." Wang Chengzhu's tone was cold as he looked at the bloody puppet soldiers.
Boom boom…
Flames and smoke bloomed from the muzzle, and more than a dozen shells roared into the distance.
The gunner made fine adjustments to shoot at Zhu Yuan, then took the shell from the ammunition hand behind him and stuffed it directly into the barrel of the gun with smooth movements.
"Stop the bombardment!"
Seeing in the telescope that only a small number of puppet troops escaped into the gun tower, Wang Chengzhu loudly ordered to stop firing, as any further firing would be a waste of shells.
…
"Is the Eighth Route Army willing to bear so many cannonballs?"
"The artillerymen of the Eighth Route Army are so powerful?"
In the gun building, Toshio Imai felt a deep sense of disbelief in his eyes. What kind of Eighth Route Army was this?
The artillery positions of the Eighth Route Army were located on the reverse slope. Imai Toshio could not see how many guns there were in the Eighth Route Army, but judging from the explosion of artillery shells, the Eighth Route Army was equipped with at least a dozen mortars, which could not be defeated by just two shellings.
200 rounds of artillery shells.
Is this still the poor Tuba Road?
His original intention was to gamble that the Eighth Route Army would not waste artillery shells on these puppet army wastes.
At this moment, Toshio Imai realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.
Zeng Sang had already been killed in the artillery fire just now. Not only did he fail to rescue a single wounded Japanese soldier, but he also got in with dozens of Imperial Army soldiers...
"Baga!" Toshio Imai cursed bitterly.
…
Honda Takeo heard the roaring sound of artillery in the direction of Shixia stronghold from a distance, and immediately led the Japanese and puppet troops to run over.
However, when he saw through the telescope the trucks emitting fire and smoke on the flat ground in front of the stronghold, as well as the corpses everywhere, his face suddenly became a little ugly.
Looking at this situation, the vanguard force was bombarded, all vehicles were destroyed, and the vanguard force was also heavily damaged.
"Stop advancing!" Takeo Honda waved his hand violently, and the puppet troops stopped advancing for more than 700 days.
If you walk from the main entrance of the stronghold, you will definitely be shelled.
Honda Takeo looked around and saw a path leading to the stone box stronghold, and said, "Take the path!"
At that moment Takeo Honda led the Japanese and puppet troops from the alley towards the Shibox stronghold.
"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!