"Boom, boom..." The turret directly in front quickly received a second shell.
In the splashing firelight, the two-story turret standing in the middle of the wall collapsed, raising a large amount of smoke and dust...
Koizumi Ichiro was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. Cold sweat continued to break out from his forehead, and his pale face turned into despair at this moment.
Judging from the firepower, at least ten special agents were hidden inside the collapsed gun tower.
Now they are all buried in the rubble. Looking at the entire Yamamoto special agent team, there are almost no members who died more unjustly than them.
"Quickly ask the team members in the other gun towers to retreat... The Eighth Route Army will definitely use infantry artillery to call out the remaining two gun towers one by one... If they don't withdraw, they will be buried in the ruins!" Koizumi Ichiro thought of still holding on to the other two gun towers.
The subordinates suddenly gained strength and shouted anxiously at the top of their lungs.
After saying that, he hurriedly raised his telescope and looked at the other two gun towers.
A shell hit right near the entrance to the turret, and the splashing fire instantly engulfed the entrance. Two soldiers who were about to rush out fell to the ground. One of them was a reserve member of the special agent team...
"The Eighth Route Army wants to use artillery fire to block the entrance and exit of the blockhouse, and block our soldiers inside the blockhouse to be bombed!" Ichiro Koizumi shouted with a desperate expression.
"It's better to let the soldiers in the artillery tower ignore the shelling and rush out as many as possible than to be buried in the rubble!"
A subordinate hurriedly ran towards the stairs, wanting to quickly convey the major's latest order to the troops.
"Rumble..."
The third infantry artillery shell quickly hit the outer wall of the turret he was observing.
A large hole was blown out of the sturdy turret on the spot, with masonry flying and thick smoke pouring out of the hole.
"Hurry up and let the remaining soldiers rush out. The next shell will definitely blow up the turret... If you don't run away, it will be too late!" Koizumi Ichiro shouted loudly, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Rumble..."
No matter how fast his subordinates transmit orders, they can't match the speed of cannonballs.
Just as the orderly soldier reached the top of the stairs, the fourth shell exploded.
In the thick smoke, the six-meter-high gun tower collapsed to the ground and turned into a pile of three-meter-high ruins. All the soldiers who had not escaped were buried in the ruins.
Koizumi Ichiro's heart is bleeding...
He had been staring at the entrance and exit of the gun building for more than ten seconds, but he avoided the artillery fire. The total number of soldiers who successfully escaped from the gun building was less than ten, and the replacement members of the special agent team accounted for less than half.
This means that at least six members of the Special Forces were buried in the turret that just collapsed.
Ichiro Koizumi had no time to feel sorry for the buried subordinates, and immediately looked towards the third gun tower, where a dozen additional members of the special agent team were hiding.
If they were also buried, the dozens of replacement members carefully selected by Colonel Yamamoto would be completely ruined.
The order to evacuate the blockhouse has been issued. Whether they can successfully evacuate the blockhouse depends on whether they react quickly and whether they have the courage and determination to rush out despite the artillery fire.
"Boom boom boom..."
The situation there was similar to that of the second turret. Shells and grenades kept falling down, and the splashing fire kept swallowing up the entrance and exit of the turret. It was very dangerous.
If someone rushes out of the turret at this time, it would be good if five out of ten can survive.
But Koizumi Ichiro still hoped that a miracle would happen and that his subordinates in the gun tower would have the courage to rush out.
It's like the second turret that has collapsed!
If you rush out, you still have a 50% chance of surviving. If you don't rush, everyone will be buried in the ruins.
Two figures suddenly flashed into Ichiro Koizumi's field of vision, quickly rushed out of the turret and went straight to the central turret.
This was the scene that Koizumi Ichiro wanted to see most at the moment. His nerves were tense, and he silently prayed in his heart that they could successfully avoid the artillery blockade of the Eighth Route Army.
Just what they were afraid of came: a grenade and a cannonball fell from the sky, hitting right next to the two soldiers.
As soon as the explosion sounded "Boom, boom...", the two people and the paper toy figures were instantly blown away.
"Baga..." Ichiro Koizumi cursed angrily, and his fists were so nervous that they almost bled.
Two more soldiers took the opportunity to rush out of the gun building, one of them was a member of the special agent team.
Seeing his subordinates, Koizumi Ichiro was even more nervous than before. His heart was almost in his throat. His eyes were motionless as he stared at the figures of his subordinates.
He was very lucky, artillery shells and grenades fell from the sky, but his transfer speed was faster, he just ran out of the shell's killing radius, and he survived by luck.
Another soldier in the garrison was not as lucky as him. The grenade hit directly next to him, and both his man and his gun were blown away.
Next, eight more soldiers rushed out of the turret, three died, five survived, and only three were supplemented by special agents.
Good luck cannot always be on the devil's side.
When Ichiro Koizumi expected more of his men to escape from the gun building, the sound of infantry artillery fire that he least wanted to hear rang out again.
With a shooting distance of less than 300 meters, the shell hit the target and blew a big hole in the outer wall of the first floor of the turret!
After the explosion, no soldiers were seen running out of the gun tower for several seconds. It was probably the shells that had killed all the soldiers gathered on the first floor.
The hope that had just been ignited in Koizumi Ichiro's heart was instantly shattered...
"Rumble..."
The sixth shell exploded simultaneously, blowing the third tower into a pile of rubble.
Returning to the stronghold in the east, Captain Murata, the captain of the garrison, had fallen asleep.
There are less than 30 Japanese and puppet troops patrolling and guarding the huge stronghold.
"Ding, ring, ring..." The rapid ringing of the phone suddenly rang in the next room, instantly waking up Captain Murata from his sleep.
"Moxi Moxi..." Captain Murata grabbed the microphone without even wearing any clothes, as if he was standing in front of his captain, and said respectfully.
"Hi..." After hearing the voice from the phone, Captain Murata became more respectful, almost bending his waist to 90 degrees. He was even more respectful than when he met the captain of the company.
"Ha Yi... I will immediately mobilize troops to reinforce the Zhuma Village stronghold..." Captain Murata's compliments suddenly turned into assurances.
"No, I will personally lead troops to reinforce the Zhuma Village stronghold and kill the Eighth Route Army there at all costs. Please rest assured, sir..."
Put down the phone and shout to the door: "Sound the alarm immediately, all troops must assemble!"
"Captain, what happened?" The vice-captain and three second lieutenants hurried over and asked.
Captain Murata was fully armed and ready to attack. When he saw his subordinates arriving, he ordered as he walked out: "The infantry artillery unit, the first squadron, the first combat group, the Imperial Association Army's companies and platoons will stay behind to protect the strongholds and railway lines, and the others
Bring all the weapons and ammunition and set out with me to make a hasty march to reinforce the Zhuma Village stronghold."
"Takahashi-kun, the first team, stays behind. He is responsible for commanding the remaining troops and protecting the stronghold and railway lines. There must be no mistakes!"
"Captain, think twice!" The deputy captain didn't know what happened, and he didn't know why the captain led troops to reinforce the Zhuma Village stronghold, but he knew that the few troops left by the squadron leader at the stronghold were not enough to protect the safety of the stronghold.
Quickly remind: "I think there are too few troops left behind. Should we leave the entire first team behind and an extra platoon of the Imperial Alliance Army?"
"Execute the order!" Captain Murata snorted coldly.
Seeing that the deputy still wanted to speak, he asked directly: "Do you know who gave me the reinforcement order just now?"
The deputy shook his head in confusion.
"Shanxi Garrison Headquarters...the Chief of Staff personally called me and asked us to reach the Zhuma Village stronghold within three hours, otherwise military law will be imposed!" Captain Murata took a deep breath and replied.
To this day, I still have lingering fears about the phone call just now. I didn’t expect that I, a young captain, would have the opportunity to talk to the major general’s chief of staff on the phone.
The vice-captain, the three second lieutenants, and the three captains all showed shocked expressions.
If the captain hadn't said the words Shanxi Garrison Headquarters himself, they would never believe that the military chief of staff would give orders directly to a squadron commander, bypassing the division commander, brigade commander, regiment commander, group commander...
At the same time, I understand why the squadron attaches so much importance to the next reinforcements.
The military chief of staff jumped over the hierarchy and gave them orders. If they were not carried out well, he could end the future of everyone in the stronghold with just one sentence...
There was no need for the squadron leader to continue explaining. They all followed him towards the troops with serious faces.
Five minutes later, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers and more than a hundred puppet troops left the stronghold.
Huang Yu and several squad leaders lurked in a forest on the side of the road, silently taking note of the troops dispatched from the Donghui stronghold.
As soon as the Japanese and puppet troops walked away, Zhong Chengjun smiled: "Platoon leader, we will definitely win this battle tonight!"
"The Donghui Stronghold is permanently stationed with an infantry squadron, two companies of Ergouzi, and an infantry artillery unit!"
"The Japanese and puppet troops that passed in front of us just now are missing only one infantry and artillery unit, one combat unit, and one platoon of Ergouzi. There are less than seventy people in total, and they are mainly puppet troops and artillery!"
"As long as we kill thirty or forty Japanese and puppet troops outside the stronghold, the remaining Japanese and puppet troops will definitely not be able to defend the eastward stronghold!"
Huang Yu was equally confident about the next attack. He tightened the armed belt around his waist and began to give orders: "Since everyone has no objections, we will start taking action as planned!"
"Destroy the railway in an hour and force the Japanese to send troops to attack us!"
Second Lieutenant Takahashi stood on the roof of the central turret. His nerves had been tense since the squadron leader left, for fear of an accident happening between the stronghold and the nearby railway line.
Not only did they arrange all the remaining troops into various positions, but they also worked in pairs to watch every move around them.
He also set an example by standing on the top of the turret and using binoculars to observe the surrounding situation.
As usual, there was not even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army around the stronghold. It was very quiet. After thinking about it for a while, I felt relieved.
Six months ago, an Eighth Route Army group wanted to return to its stronghold eastward.
At the beginning, their attack was particularly smooth.
After the squadron leader took out the infantry artillery reinforced by his superiors, the battlefield situation immediately changed.
One artillery shell took away the lives of several Eighth Route Army soldiers, and dozens of artillery shells were fired. The Eighth Route Army immediately withdrew from the battle due to heavy casualties.
Since then, no Eighth Route Army has ever considered returning to its stronghold eastward.
The guerrillas and local armed forces operating nearby did not dare to touch the Donghui stronghold, and marched around the Donghui stronghold.
The squadron leader's reinforcement to Zhuma Village was a sudden move that no one could have predicted.
The nearby Eighth Route Army guerrillas and local armed forces are even less likely to know that the Donghui stronghold is empty of troops, so there is probably no accident tonight!"
As he thought about it, Lieutenant Takahashi's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
