The troops guarding the river were replaced, and the Japanese attacking also changed. The number of people was not as large as the ones a few months ago. Only one brigade of Japanese soldiers was working on the bridge with an engineering squadron. Well, the Japanese really didn't dare and didn't.

So many troops are undermining here.

The battle here is actually not fierce. The Japanese artillery bombardment was very slow, and it seemed to be saving ammunition. But even such a bombing was too heavy for the comrades guarding the bridge. Well, in one day,

The offense and defense were interchanged, and the fortifications that had been left in the Japanese had become fortifications of the Eighth Route Army.

"If there were no Japanese cannons suppressing them, we could fight with Japanese people here for a month! If you have any, we have to shoot at gunpoint?" An old squad leader looked at the bombed fortifications and said fiercely.

"At this time, if a magic weapon descends from the sky, just knock out the Japanese artillery! Without the artillery, the Japanese will become toothless tigers." On another small hill, the old squad leader, who is also quite old, is a very old squad leader.

Said.

"Squad Leader, when you walked the Long March, it was much more difficult than this?" The newly enlisted soldier, who was only a teenager, snuggled up to the stone next to the squad Leader and asked in a low voice.

"It was much harder at the beginning! You see, we have guns in our hands now, and we can have more than 40 bullets, but we didn't dare to think about it at the beginning... What's the point?"

As the old squad leader spoke, he heard a loud explosion sound from the west. The explosion sound was not obvious in the explosion of the Japanese artillery bombardment, but the old squad leader heard it alertly.

The old squad leader was very alert. After hearing the sound, he took out his small periscope and poked out the stone and looked to the west.

"Ge, I have to do it. Fry it, fry it, fry it..." The old squad leader looked at the periscope and shouted, not caring about the dialect at all.

"Squad leader, what's wrong?" asked a soldier next to him.

"The magic weapon is coming from the sky... the artillery position of the turtle son..." said the old squad leader.

As the old squad leader spoke, the shelling here stopped, and no Japanese shells fell down.

"Chirky...boom..." At this time, everyone heard the whistling and explosion of shells on the other side of the river.

"What's going on? The Japanese artillery position was blown up? Who did it?" asked the commanders with unknown circumstances.

"Good guy, it's really blown up? It's amazing! By the way, should we also set up such an elite force?" Someone who knew the situation thought.

No matter what I was thinking about here, the Japanese artillery positions were blown up and continued to blow up.

Two kilometers northwest of the Japanese artillery position, the combat team of the second platoon of the Special Forces was alert to the surrounding area; on a high ground 500 meters away from the Japanese artillery position, a row of comrades protected the observers of the artillery group, here

A blocking position was established.

There were two artillery observers, one was looking at the artillery mirror and reporting the coordinates of the landing point, while the other was holding a phone number to inform the artillery group behind.

"Blasting the killing bomb, one shot... release..." The artillery team leader behind calculated and adjusted the parameters based on the landing point in front and fired quickly.

Such combat requires high combat skills for observers and artillery team leaders. One must report the most accurate data, and the other must adjust the most accurate parameters. Observers are equivalent to eyes, team leaders are equivalent to brain, and the rest are equivalent to artillery team soldiers.

Grouping a team is equivalent to hand and foot.

Now, this combat machine composed of several people is operating in an orderly manner. Each shelling is sent to a mountain cannon or field cannon on the Japanese artillery position.

Accurate data and precise parameter adjustments allow each bombing to take away a battle group of mountain cannons or field cannons. After the mortar shell explodes, it either blows up the cannons, or loses artillery, or...

The ammunition box next to it was blown up, and the mountain cannon shells exploded directly.

"Hurry up... calculate the coordinates, fight back, fight back..." Many commanders shouted loudly on the Japanese artillery positions.

"Kondo, take your squadron and immediately search the north and advance to find the enemy and annihilate it!" The captain of the guard artillery directly sent troops.

"Coordinates..." On the small high ground, the artillery observer continued to report the coordinates.

"Let's go...bang..." The artillery team was still bombing in the rear.

"On there..." Captain Kondo led his squadron to search north for more than 200 meters. Finally, he discovered the special forces members on the high ground.

"Ba...Bapa...Bapa...Dada..." There was no time to cushion. When the Japanese made an attacking posture, Li Yuexuan took the lead and directly killed Kondo. More than 200 meters of them were less than 300 meters.

Distance is the best shooting distance for the special forces. Fuck him!

As soon as Li Yuexuan fired, the rest of the soldiers naturally followed. Two teams directly used machine guns to suppress the fire. The squad used machine guns to shoot shortly to remove the target, and three grenade launchers also fired grenade bombing. Only, the one with the rocket launcher

The special forces members were still so depressed that they did not join the battle.

"Damn the devil, it's better to be closer. How many of my bazooka can kill me!" The bazooka soldiers lifted the semi-automatic side of the bazooka toward the bazooka and helped the comrades shoot.

"Baga, the enemy is there, Nakamura, Panasonic, you are going around and surrounding them!" The Japanese captain also discovered this place and continued to send troops.

"Shanying Eagle, there are 10 guns...coordinates..." The artillery observers continued to report their coordinates under the protection of their comrades.

"Baoba..." The 10 snipers brought by Li Yuexuan, both semi-automatic sniper rifles and horse four-ring rifles, were trying hard to shoot the Japanese grenade soldiers. However, the assaulters turned on

The seal was directly adjusted to the automatic shooting mode, and a short shot was shot at the gathering of Japanese soldiers.

"How many eighth routes are there on the mountain? Why is the firepower so powerful?" The devils of Kondo Squadron were a little desperate. This 300-meter-meter-area hill was not steep or towering, but it was like a natural barrier in front of them.

The battle lasted only half a minute, and the troops of one of their squadrons were about to bottom out! That's right, it was about to bottom out. Who were the people on the opposite side? Why was the marksmanship so accurate? Why was the firepower so strong? 200

A distance of more than a meter is almost a shot...

No one cares what the Japanese think, nor do anyone care about the Japanese wounded men who fall to the ground and keep wailing. The special forces team consumes the Japanese's lives with the calmest attitude and the most accurate marksmanship.

Even if a team member was shot, he would retreat to the hidden place without saying a word and quickly stop bleeding and bandage it by his comrades.
Chapter completed!