Huang Erhu brought the radio phone to Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong glanced at the canyon below, then picked up the receiver of the radio:
"Hey, boss Li calls the pigeon, Boss Li calls the pigeon."
I called again, but there was no response from the phone.
After a pause, Li Yunlong shouted into the microphone again: "Boss Li calls for pigeons, Boss Li calls for pigeons."
"Piece received it, please speak!"
There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the receiver. Li Yunlong quickly put the receiver close to his ear, and then he could clearly hear the sound coming from the radio.
Dozens or hundreds of artillery shells exploded below every second, and the roaring explosions intertwined into one sound.
When Li Yunlong heard the pilot's voice in his ears, it was like hearing the sounds of nature. He couldn't help but feel happy and grinned slightly.
"Boss Li needs support!"
The pigeon's voice came again: "The pigeons will arrive at the target area in five minutes, please use red smoke bombs to mark the target!"
"Boss Li received it!"
After hanging up the call, Li Yunlong handed the radio to Huang Erhu and ordered: "Huzi, immediately notify the scouts of the Sword Squadron and order an artillery group to fire red smoke grenades at the Japanese reinforcements in 5 minutes.
Planes bomb the little devils.”
Huang Erhu: "Yes!"
Later, Huang Erhu quickly took the high-power walkie-talkie from the guard.
After turning on the high-power walkie-talkie, Huang Erhu picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "This is the command headquarters, call Zhang Tianfu, call Zhang Tianfu."
"Zhang Tianfu received it, please give instructions!"
After a while, the voice of sharp swordsman Zhang Tianfu rang in Huang Erhu's ears through the walkie-talkie.
Although there is the noise of exploding artillery shells, the call quality of the high-power walkie-talkie is very good.
Huang Erhu said loudly: "The commander-in-chief ordered that in 5 minutes we will direct the artillery to fire red smoke bombs at the Japanese reinforcements and guide the planes to bomb the little Japanese!"
"receive!"
Zhang Tianfu answered simply and neatly.
After hanging up the call, Huang Erhu walked to Li Yunlong and reported: "Report to the commander-in-chief that the order to guide the aircraft to bomb has been issued."
"good!"
Li Yunlong looked at his watch: "Let's continue the bombardment for 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, order all attacking troops to rush forward and kill all the Japanese."
Based on more than 5,000 shells per minute, 30,000 shells can be fired in 5 minutes.
However, Li Yunlong prepared more than 50,000 rounds of artillery shells, which was enough to clear the ground with shells for 5 minutes.
Zhang Dabiao quickly raised his watch and looked at it, holding on to the time and waiting for 5 minutes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
His broadsword was already thirsty.
Zhang Dabiao said: "Commander-in-Chief, I suggest that the troops move forward first. Once the shelling ends, the troops can rush forward immediately before the Japanese can react."
Li Yunlong looked thoughtful and nodded: "Go ahead, pay attention to safety, don't get too close, lest you get blown up by your own cannonballs!"
When ambushing, in order to achieve concealment, the ambush positions of each attacking group are relatively far away from the canyon.
At this time, you should take advantage of the artillery attack to press forward.
But cannonballs don’t have eyes, especially on battlefields where cannonballs wash away the ground. It’s not new for cannonballs to hit one’s own people.
Li Yunlong said to Huang Erhu again: "Order the infantry of each attacking group to press forward first. Pay attention to safety and don't get too close."
"yes!"
Huang Erhu picked up a high-power walkie-talkie and called the various attacking groups.
…
Two kilometers away from Nangou Village, there is a solitary peak.
Zhang Tianfu was lurking on this solitary peak, using an eight-fold telescope to monitor every move of the Japanese.
After receiving the order, the Japanese 5th Regiment was marching rapidly towards the battlefield.
However, this group of Japanese soldiers were still a little cautious. Although they were marching in a hurry, they still sent a squadron of reconnaissance troops to search ahead.
The Japs of the 5th Regiment formed a 1-kilometer formation on the road.
Nangou Village is more than 3 kilometers away from the battlefield.
In 5 minutes, even with a rapid march, the Japs' vanguard only advanced 1 kilometer.
Zhang Tianfu kept his eyes on his watch. As soon as the five minutes were up, he immediately grabbed the high-power walkie-talkie and shouted: "Let it go!"
The shooting of Zhu Yuan has been reported to the 5th Mountain Artillery Group in advance, and the smoke grenades have been stuffed into the gun barrel in advance and are ready to be fired at any time.
As Zhang Tianfu finished speaking, about 10 seconds later, a sharp whistling sound sounded in the sky.
With a sharp whistling sound, six artillery shells arced across the sky and smashed into the Japanese formation.
The Japs were in high tension at this time. When they heard the sound of the shells flying through the air, they reacted very quickly. Almost at the same time as the shells fell, all the Japs fell to the ground.
The next second, the cannonball fell into the middle of the Japanese team, or landed near the Japanese team.
After several muffled bangs, several large red smoke bombs rose into the sky.
There was an unexpected and violent explosion, and the Japs looked at each other in shock. The Japs near the smoke bombs thought that the Eighth Route Army had launched poison gas bombs, and they were so frightened that they took out their gas masks and put them on.
"Nani?" Captain Inokura Tetsuro of the 5th Regiment frowned when he saw this scene.
Did the Eighth Route Army fire the wrong shell?
However, the point of impact of the eight-way shell sent shivers down Inokura Tetsuro's spine.
Without any test firing, three artillery shells fell in the marching team in the first round, and another three artillery shells also landed near the team.
If these 6 smoke grenades were replaced with grenades, this round of shelling could have caused at least dozens of soldier casualties.
"idiot!"
"Spread out, spread out the formation, keep moving forward!"
Inokura Tetsuro shouted an order.
He knew very well that this round of shelling from the Eighth Route Army was probably just the beginning, and the next round of bombardment that would fall overhead would probably be grenades.
The Japs dispersed suddenly, but continued to advance.
Their mission is to support the 3rd and 4th Regiments, and they cannot stop their advance even if they are bombarded from eight directions.
suddenly.
There was some humming and roaring sound in the sky.
The Japanese, including Inokura Tetsuro, continued to move forward without paying attention. The Imperial Army's aviation must have arrived.
In the eyes of the Japanese, as long as the Imperial Army's air force arrives, they can easily find the Eighth Route Artillery position and destroy it.
"The Imperial Army's aviation force has arrived, keep moving forward!"
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"
Tetsuro Inokakura stood on a hill, whipped out his command sword, and shouted loudly to give the soldiers blood.
After he finished shouting, he raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of the plane.
However, because the aircraft group is still a bit far away, even in the field of view of the telescope, only dozens of small dots can be seen, and the model of the aircraft cannot be seen.
Tetsuro Inokakura felt refreshed when he saw dozens of planes. This was at least the size of a flying regiment of the Imperial Army.
Yo West, there's trouble on the Eighth Route.
"Amaterasu bless the Imperial Army!"
After shouting, Inokura Tetsuro raised his sword and quickly followed the formation.
…
"Haha, here it comes!"
At Siding Mountain, Li Yunlong set up the artillery mirror and looked in the direction of the roar of the aircraft engine.
Dozens of planes formed a battle formation in the sky, flying towards the direction of the Japanese.
The artillery scope could see more clearly than the eight-power telescope. These aircraft were exactly the same as the ones he called last time.
It's definitely not a Japanese plane.
"Lao Li, show me."
Zhao Gang didn't know when he came to Li Yunlong and said.
"Don't you have a telescope?"
Li Yunlong said angrily.
"The telescope can't see clearly."
"I'll give it to you." Li Yunlong turned around and said, "Huzi, order the artillery groups to stop shelling, and the infantry will rush forward to collect the corn."
"Yes!" Huang Erhu took out a high-power walkie-talkie and ordered each artillery group to stop shelling.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, overwhelming cries of killing echoed from all over the canyon.
At this time, the canyon had turned into a sea of fire, but the soldiers did not give the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive any time to breathe, and started to kill the Japanese one after another.
Looking down from the commanding heights of the canyon, we could only see a few gray waves rolling towards the enemy.
The mortar positions were quickly moved, and the mountain artillery group positions were quickly concealed.
Seeing this, Li Yunlong knew that the overall situation of the battlefield here had been decided.
Then he raised his telescope and looked towards the sky above Nancungou.
The group of bombers he called for had obviously seen the calibrated red smoke bombs, and they lowered their altitude and flew over Nangou Village.
"These bombers and fighter jets are really damn good things."
Looking at the plane in the field of view of the telescope, Commander Li couldn't help but lick his lips.
"It's a sharp weapon for killing devils."
Zhao Gang on the side also had fiery eyes.
At a certain dinner, brother Chen Feng revealed in a vague way that from now on, these bombers and fighter jets will belong to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang.
It’s not that I won’t give it, it’s that the time has not come yet.
Commander Li suddenly thought that the Eighth Route Army used more than 300 cannons, more than 50,000 rounds of artillery shells, 30 bombers, and 10 fighter jets in one battle.
The scale of this battle should be able to barely take off Tubalu's hat, right?
Although Captain Li's phobia of lack of firepower has been somewhat cured, it is not yet cured.
He was thinking in his mind that he would try to use more firepower in the next battle, otherwise he would always feel empty.
…
The regiment headquarters and artillery regiment of the 2nd Guards Division 2 kilometers away from Nangou Village are on the march.
"Division Commander, Division Commander!"
Chief of Staff Shoichi Nakazawa hurried to Kunomura Momoyo and said in a hurried tone:
"What's coming is not an Imperial Army plane, it's an enemy plane!"
"Nani?" Momoyo Kunomura raised his telescope and looked at the sky in confusion. The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
Sure enough, as Nakazawa Shoichi said, there are no Nakajima fighter jets, no Type 96 attack aircraft, and no Type 1 land attack aircraft.
Thinking again of the 9th Brigade being bombed by a mysterious aircraft fleet, losing one regiment, and then the 9th Brigade being wiped out by all eight forces, Kunomura Momoyo's face suddenly turned pale.
"Baga, this is an enemy plane!"
"Take cover now!"
"Prepare air defense!"
Kunomura Momoyo shouted an order, dismounted from his horse, and then plunged into the ditch on the roadside.
This chapter has been completed!