Town west.

The puppet troops in the south have been completely wiped out, and no casualties have occurred in the people.

After more than a dozen public security troops facing each other in the north and suffered casualties, they finally couldn't hold on.

Amid the shouts of the pseudo-company commander, he ran north along the wilderness more than a hundred meters west of the Blockade Ditch.

"Hurry..." The soldiers of the Third Battalion shouted, helping the elderly and young, leading the people in the town to retreat westward.

Near the regiment command.

More than a dozen large pots are lined up in the south, and they are making porridge!

The soldiers fought siege battles and the command center cooked porridge, which was a precedent in the battlefield.

There is no way, the political commissar has long known that the people in the town are hungry and cannot travel far.

Logically speaking, I can’t do work if I can’t eat enough. I really don’t know how these skinny and bone-skinned people survived.

The steamed buns on the spread linen on the ground are piled up into mountains...

Each person has steamed buns, but unfortunately everyone overlooked a problem. The porridge has been cooked, and how to drink it has become a problem.

The political commissar had a dark face and had to send a platoon soldier from the Third Battalion to return to the town to find a bowl...

Organization, hasty

In the pit of the regiment command.

Commander Lu held up his telescope and his eyebrows were tugging in a ball.

If it weren't for the enemy Deputy Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Works, he might have rushed into the town and directed himself.

The political commissar arranged the inside line in the town through the instructor of the Second Battalion Lao Li. He knew that there were not many puppet troops in the town.

Logically speaking.

Wu Yan should have taken over the entire town by this time, and the team should have organized the people to retreat.

But now, after the continuous explosion of grenades, smoke filled the town, and thick smoke rolled, and nothing could be seen in the telescope.

Gunshots kept ringing, and occasionally grenade explosions continued.

Commander Lu finally became angry: "Xiao Bing, hurry up and ask Wu Yan what he ate? A puppet army can't even chew. If he can't take it down in ten minutes, he should not be the battalion commander..."

Xiao Bing jumped out of the command center and hurried towards the town.

Zhendong. As the amount of soil work decreases, the flying dust gradually dissipates.

The soldiers of the Second Battalion were loading sand into the sacks and then carrying them to the front of the trench.

In the past, the Second Battalion rarely dug trenches. Even if there are, they usually just piled up the digging soil in front of the trenches and used a shovel to shoot them. This advantage is that they can save energy without digging too deep.

Put the soil into a sack and put it in front of the trench as a bunker. You can leave a shooting hole alone. The key is that when shooting, the vibration of the gun body will not cause dust, and the possibility of exposure is lower.

The key is that this kind of sand is soft and easy to dig, but the dug trenches cannot be formed!

I learned this trick from Jiuying.

Of course, the experienced old Eighth Route Army commanders had long known about this method of building battlefield fortifications.

Of course, Gao Yidao is also the old Eighth Route Army, but he has only recently figured out the middle door.

Even if he beat him to death, he would not admit that he learned it from Hu Zaizui.

The previously flying dust covers the sight and is unfavorable to observe.

Gao Yidao, who was lying on the door panel for a distance to observe, was dragged by his fast legs and slowly returned to the gradually formed trench with his fast legs.

There is a sack filled with soil in the door panel, which can prevent the Japanese from being cold-shot.

There is no way, Gao Yi's injury was not completely cured and it was inconvenient to move.

If four wheels are installed on the door panel, it should be the most primitive earth tank of the Second Battalion...

The Japanese military camp was far away, and except for the Japanese occasionally fired cold guns on the wall, there was no movement in the military camp.

There was a demon when something happened abnormal. Gao Yidao, who returned to the trenches, made a quick decision: "Hurry up, let a company commander take one to test..."

"Yes!" The quick-leg, who had just returned from Heihu Village, immediately ran away and sent a command.

A platoon leader of the first battalion followed the battlefield guard post of the Second Battalion and ran along the narrow trench to Gao Yidao: "Report, Battalion Commander Wu wants to use our mortar to attack the puppet army..."

"What? Borrowing a cannon?" Gao Yidao's face was black.

"Reported to Battalion Commander Gao, the puppet army used favorable terrain to resist in the town hall, and our battalion suffered heavy casualties..."

"Where is your machine gun? Some time ago, didn't you seize the Japanese grenade launcher?" Gao Yidao didn't want to borrow it.

"But we can't figure it out... The wall of the town office was a brick wall again, and the grenade cannon hit the edge and was bounced open by the brick wall. The puppet army opened a shooting hole in the wall again..."

Could it be... that they used the grenade launcher as a grenade?

Thinking of the regiment commander and the spy company of the brothers who were reserve forces who were still staring at the battlefield situation, Gao Yidao ordered with a dark face: "The artillery platoon, bring five shells to reinforce the first battalion, and fight when you go to the edge of the town. Come back quickly after the fight..."

Gao Yidao made a fortune in silence, went to the plain to get three mortars, and handed over a Japanese Type 9781-caliber mortar without shells.

As for the gunner, in his opinion, it was much easier to fire a mortar than a grenade launcher. The shell was stuffed into the muzzle and then covered his ears.

Several technical points have been learned from Tian Sanqi recently.

Soon, the mortar team was dispatched!

A group of fifteen people serve a mortar, which is not too spectacular.

The cannon platoon leader took the battle himself and took out the dust plug wrapped in new white cotton cloth from the cannon barrel.

I don’t know what azimuth angle and the secret position.

Scope, no.

As for how many doses, this is too difficult...

Four or five observers met and one totaled: "The distance is two hundred and two..."

The cannon platoon leader held a piece of paper in his hand that was obviously someone taking notes.

I muttered something and finally found a range number: 25.

Hurry up and turn the high and low machine by hand.

As it seemed something was wrong, I immediately ordered the artillery team: "The entire artillery position retreated thirty meters..."

There is no way, there is no distance of 220 meters on the fixed ballistic written on the paper.

It just so happens to be two hundred and five...

The platoon leader has a good idea. Since there is no, then I can just retreat thirty meters?

It was surprising, and the fifteen-man gun teams took action together, and the mortar position quickly moved backwards.

The platoon leader checked again and wrapped the cannon with a wooden stick and poked it cleanly.

The eighteen-2 cannonballs were spotlessly wiped.

The platoon leader relaxed his hands, and with a soothing sound, the shell fell along the cannon barrel, triggering the bottom fire.

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Mortar shells rushed out of the muzzle...

When the shells were being taught in detail, they joked that the distance trajectory curve was flying...

On the roof of the town office, the machine gun in the security guard squad leader had just changed to a new magazine and was fighting happily.

A scream suddenly appeared in the sky.

The squad leader of the security guard is a veteran of the battlefield, so he doesn't know what this voice represents.

Roll out of the machine gun position.

But there is no cover on the edge of the roof of the town office...

It fell directly from the rooftop.

A grenade thrown by the Eighth Route Army earlier exploded outside the courtyard wall, covering the screaming sound in the sky...

The deputy shooter next to him was shocked. What gun did the Eighth Route Army use to knock the squad leader off the roof?

The screaming did not give the deputy shooter more time to think, but thought that the squad leader was killed and immediately took over the job of the machine gun shooter.

The squad leader of the fake guard fell and was hit by the eaves on the second floor, and just saw shells falling from mid-air.

The two of them landed almost at the same time, and the squad leader of the security guards regretted it. There was nothing wrong with it when he stayed on the roof.

Is this... smartness is just mistaken for cleverness?

There was a loud bang.

Mortar shells exploded.

A large area of ​​gunpowder and blood mist immediately rose in the yard of the town office...

Screams sounded.

The brick and wooden house in the town office shook for a few times.

The deputy shooter who had just received the machine gun position on the roof was scared to death. Is this house going to collapse?

The Eighth Route Army’s grenade explosion is so terrible!

If the Eighth Master threw two more...

What else in this world is more important than life?

I silently recited Amitabha Buddha in my heart. The immortal Taoist fellow monk pulled his machine gun and ran to the stairs in the middle of the roof.

The next time, who was the observer of the machine gunner, was stunned for a moment: "Stop, run away, I will kill you!"

He followed the shell gun in his hand and shot into the sky.
Chapter completed!