"Boom boom boom..." Several explosions rang around a castle twenty or thirty meters away in front of the captain.

In the splashing flames, the nearly three-meter-high castle was instantly blown into a pile of ruins.

Seeing this scene, the captain decisively ordered the troops to stop.

In the face of powerful artillery fire, the strong castle became a paper tiger. Not only could it not protect itself, but it also became a stone coffin for burying its subordinates. It would definitely not be able to go in again.

He turned around and rushed towards the circular position not far away.

Although hiding there may be hit by artillery shells falling from the sky, the position is very large and it is connected by traffic trenches, with all connections and can be transferred everywhere.

If it is blown up here, you can go to other places to continue to avoid artillery fire.

The artillery fire of the Independence Regiment only took two minutes to attack, but it was enough to blow the stronghold into a mess.

Before the explosion ended, the offensive troops lying on the ground began to act. Under the cover of heavy machine guns, teams of soldiers rushed towards the stronghold like wolves and tigers, screaming and running quickly...

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army has begun to attack!" While the captain was still avoiding artillery fire, a second lieutenant suddenly ran over to report.

The captain quickly stretched his head out of the position.

The attacking troops of the Independent Regiment had rushed to a hundred meters away. Under the reflection of the fire, the figures of the attacking troops could be blurred.

"Why are you still standing there? Everyone is shooting, blocking them firmly, and never letting them get close to our stronghold!" The captain was very panicked and ordered.

"The artillery fired the gun quickly and fired two flares first, so that the enemy could not get close to us with the help of night cover!"

"Baob...daob..." A gunshot sounded quickly at the position, with the sound of rifles shooting and the sound of strafing light machine guns.

But the bullets fired were too sparse. The captain waited for half a minute and only heard three machine guns firing. There were very few riflemen, and there were no more than fifty people in full attack.

As for the flares he was thinking about, he didn't see any shadow.

The limited blocking firepower prevented this side from defending the other side. Seeing the attacking troops getting closer and closer, the captain had to participate in the battle himself.

Holding a rifle equipped with a soldier in battle, he fired at the attacking troops and shouted: "Bageya Road, why didn't the artillery fire still? Do they have to wait for the Eighth Route Army to rush into the stronghold before firing the artillery?"

"Sir!" A Cao ran over from the traffic trench covered in blood.

After seeing the captain, he reported with a painful look on his face: "Our artillery squad was blown away..."

"The gunners were all killed when they transferred the artillery, and none of them survived. No one of them survived. Now we have artillery, no one can use it!"

"Baga..." The captain's face flashed with despair as soon as he heard it, staring at Chief Cao and continued to ask: "Where are the infantry? Are there only dozens of people on the position left in our more than 200 infantry?"

The painful expression on the chief of staff's face immediately turned into anger: "More than a hundred soldiers are alive, but half of the soldiers inside are the Imperial Army!"

"They were afraid of being bombed and did not dare to participate in the battle. Some people were lying on the ground and hitting them to death, while some were hiding in the ruins of the stronghold and could not come out. They could not even call, unless someone was sent to search the stronghold in a network style."

The captain was very angry after hearing this and wanted to use the command knife to chop the Imperial Army who was afraid of death.

But what he lacks the most now is time.

The attacking troops have reached fifty or sixty meters in front of the formation. If they cannot block them, everyone on the position will be killed by the grenades they threw.

"Retreat, we retreat to the ring position behind and continue to hold on!" The only solution that the captain could think of was to shrink the defense and concentrate the limited troops and firepower together to prevent them from being defeated by the enemy one by one.

But in the face of the absolute strength of the Independent Group, this struggle has no meaning. At most, it will make them more than a few minutes and not change any situation...

In less than twenty minutes, the gunshots on the battlefield stopped.

The chief of staff ran out of the battlefield with excitement: "Captain, we won!"

"There is not a single living Japanese in the stronghold, and we have all killed! 58 puppet troops died and 49 were captured! 142 intact rifles, 5 light machine guns, one heavy machine gun, and two mortars!"

"Where is the ammunition?" the regiment commander asked anxiously.

The artillery played a crucial role in the attack being able to fight so smoothly.

Hundreds of artillery shells smashed into the stronghold within two minutes, not only killing half of the garrisons of the stronghold, but also knocking down the artillery towers and castles that threatened the stronghold.

The shelling ended and the attacking troops were as if they were in a no-man's realm.

The remnants of the Japanese and puppet army, which lost the artillery tower and the castle, were no match for the independent regiment at all. They collapsed in one blow and were wiped out in less than twenty minutes.

The entire attack was under the gaze of the regiment commander. He knew very well that except for the hundreds of shells fired by the troops at the beginning, the troops suffered very little losses in the attack.

Although the Independent Regiment added 2,000 shells supported by the National Salvation Army before the war, if the troops were not replenished in battle, the two thousand shells would be exhausted at most six or seven attacks.

The Eighth Route Army relied more on the ammunition supply to fight through war. The regiment commander did not want the independent regiment to be completely destroyed so quickly, so after listening to the chief of staff report, he thought of the artillery shells that the artillery had just fired.

The Chief of Staff understood the gods and quickly reported: "Captain, you are talking about shells!"

"Most of the artillery shells in the Japanese army's inventory are in the ammunition room on the first floor of the artillery tower, which is very safe. Although the artillery tower was destroyed, the ammunition was not destroyed, but was just buried in the ruins."

"The troops are cleaning up the ruins. From the puppet army, they learned that at least five hundred mortar shells were stored in the artillery tower."

"In addition to losing dozens of mountain cannons and infantry cannon shells, we not only did not lose money in this attack, but also made a lot of money!"

"That's great!" The leader of the group breathed a sigh of relief and began to give orders.

"After taking over the Dongguan stronghold, we can attack the Japanese occupied areas without scruples!"

"The baggage company and the new recruit company stayed to clean the battlefield, and the other troops divided into three groups to attack the Japanese-occupied area."

"One or four battalions, cavalry company, plus two infantry cannons and six mortars, attack the southeast with me."

"The two battalions of the second and fifth battalions, the guard company, plus two mountain cannons and six mortars, the political commissar is responsible for commanding and attacking the south. All other troops are commanded by the chief of staff and attacking the southwest, and destroying all the Japanese and puppet troops and traitors encountered along the way."
Chapter completed!