"Survey light and heavy machine guns, artillery fire, and let the alive soldiers retreat!" Wang Ping immediately ordered.

In fact, without Wang Ping's order, the soldiers who have been shooting know what to do!

Before the Japanese did not shoot, everyone could only shoot blindly at the fire holes in the artillery tower. But as soon as the Japanese fired, their position was exposed. Seeing that the comrades who were alive just now turned into corpses instantly, everyone was furious and wanted to beat the Japanese into a hornet's nest in an instant.

So, before Wang Ping gave the order, the machine gunner and the rifleman pulled the trigger at the fire point exposed by the Japanese just now. Especially the three sharpshooters, as soon as the Japanese machine gun fire point fired, they put the shooting hole into the rifle's sight and then pulled the trigger.

"Baopa!" After three gunshots, the three Japanese machine guns stopped less than five seconds after firing.

The three machine gunners were either shot in the head or shot in the chest, and then fell into the artillery tower with incredible expressions and died.

The deputy shooter next to him also looked disbelief, but he quickly reacted and took the machine gun and shot outside the artillery tower. But with the fact that three machine gunners were killed, the three Japanese who had just received the mobile phone gun understood that there was an enemy sharpshooter outside the artillery tower and stared at him. If it was not good, he would follow in the footsteps of the three shooters in front.

Therefore, they were very cautious when shooting out, pressing their bodies as much as possible to avoid being exposed to the shooting hole. But even so, the second round of bullets shot by the three sharpshooters still fucked a Japanese machine gunner.

Although the bullets fired by the other people in the Independent Battalion were not as accurate as this, with the number of bullets, many bullets flew into the artillery tower from the shooting hole and then drilled into the Japanese body!

"Ah... Baga, the enemy's firepower is too strong, and the bullets are in. Be careful to hide!" After a scream, four or five Japanese riflemen also fell to the ground. The second lieutenant captain who was directly commanding the battle followed and ordered.

The counterattack firepower on the artillery tower suddenly stopped, and three or four still alive Eighth Route Army troops on the battlefield immediately retreated.

"Company Commander, this time I sent two squads to fight, and one squad from the third company was drawn to rush from behind to disperse the Japanese firepower, and I would definitely rush to the bottom of the artillery tower!" The second company commander Zhang Yunshan was very unwilling to ask Wang Ping for battle.

Wang Ping shook his head and replied: "With our firepower, a strong attack can definitely take down this artillery tower, but the casualties are too great, which is not cost-effective. A tentative attack will lose eight soldiers. If you have a strong attack, how many people do you plan to lose, two squads, or three squads, or more soldiers?"

"But do we have any other ways besides strong attacks? Mortar shells hit the gun tower and couldn't even explode a hole. I really can't think of any other ways besides strong attacks?" Zhang Yunshan said helplessly.

Wang Ping had a calm face and said nothing. Zhang Bing, the artillery platoon leader, also came over at this time, and replied with a look of embarrassment: "Battery Commander, it's all our artillery platoons that are useless. If we can directly shoot shells into the artillery tower, we will definitely blow up the artillery tower! But no one in the artillery platoon can cook, and the mortar is a curved artillery, so there is almost no possibility of aiming directly at the shooting hole of the artillery tower to fire the artillery tower!"

"It's not your fault!" Wang Ping shook his head and replied.

"After all, mortars are not infantry artillery and mountain cannons equipped by the Japanese. If there are infantry artillery, they can blow a big hole outside the artillery tower with one shot, but we don't!"

"Then we can't take down the Japanese artillery tower!" Zhang Yunshan still looked dissatisfied.

Zhang Bing also got angry and couldn't help complaining: "If the mortar can be shot flat, just aim at the outer wall of the artillery tower and blow it up. If one shell doesn't work, use two shells to blow it up. As long as you aim at one point, you will definitely blow up a big hole in the outer wall of the artillery tower!"

"Mortar flat-fire!" Wang Ping's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the flat-fire cannon modified by the Eighth Route Army mortar a few years later.

But Wang Ping gave up this unrealistic idea before he was happy for too long. Not to mention that he doesn’t have tools at hand, even if he has tools, he knows how to modify it. It is impossible to modify it in a short period of time.

At this time, Wang Ping's stubborn temper, which was unyielding, also came up.

Later Eighth Route Army was able to convert mortars into flat-fire cannons, which proves that mortars can be used as flat-fire cannons, but no one dared to try it.

You don’t need a mortar to fire in a real sense. You just need to reduce the mortar flat firing angle as much as possible and let the shells hit the outer wall of the artillery tower. Maybe you don’t need to modify the mortar, but the artillery can do it with just a risk.

Wang Ping immediately told Zhang Bing his thoughts.

At first, Zhang Bing still had an impossible expression, but after thinking for a minute, he said certainly: "Battery Commander, as long as the gunpowder that can strike the tail of the mortar can burn quickly, the mortar can definitely shoot the shells out."

"But there is also a problem. The mortar barrel has no rifle, and the energy generated by the burning of the tiny powder at the tail of the mortar shell is not strong. This means that the shells are not flying far. I guess, fifty meters should reach the limit."

"Enough, we are only more than 30 meters away from the artillery tower. If it weren't for the mortar shells that were too heavy and had strong arm strength, the warriors could throw the shells onto the exterior wall of the artillery tower with their hands!" Wang Ping answered happily.

Zhang Bing still looked worried and reminded Wang Ping.

"Battery Commander, it's the problem just now. After the shooting angle of the mortar becomes smaller, the shells will not have such strong impact when they fall on the striker, and the striker will not be able to hit the gunpowder on the tail wing, and the shells will not fly out!"

Wang Ping answered readily: "If there is no impact, then artificially give it impact!"

"How to give it?" Zhang Bing immediately asked, staring at Wang Ping with his longing eyes, fearing that he would miss a word.

Wang Ping did not explain and directly began to give an order: "Turn the mortar over, aim it yourself, aim it directly at the artillery tower, I will do the rest!"

Although it is not clear whether Wang Ping's method is feasible, it is the only way for the independent battalion to use the minimum casualties to get the artillery tower. So, without saying a word, Zhang Bing began to summon his subordinate artillery soldiers to help him set up the artillery!

After that, the elevation angle of the three mortars directly became thirty degrees.

In this case, even if the mortar is stuffed into the muzzle, the shell cannot hit the mortar striker with its own gravity, thereby hitting the gunpowder on the tail of the mortar!

"Battery Commander, the shells stuck in the muzzle and couldn't fall down!" Zhang Bing stared at Wang Ping and asked.

Wang Ping took out the tools he had just prepared.

A wooden stick more than one meter long looks like three centimeters in diameter. It is wrapped in cotton cloth and looks like a tool to clean the cannon barrels in the mountains.

Although most of the shells were stuffed into the barrel, the top of the shell was still exposed outside the barrel. Wang Ping directly wrapped the cloth with a wooden pole, pressed against the top of the shell, then stabbed it into the barrel with force, and then quickly pulled out the wooden pole.

Because the initial degree of mortar shells is very low, the gunpowder on the tail wing is hit and it will only generate energy after burning for a while, and push the shells out of the barrel.

Because Wang Pingdu was very fast, the wooden pole was pulled out when the shell hit the striker. So when the shell was pushed out of the chamber, Wang Ping had already hid aside.
Chapter completed!