Compared with Colonel Lin Daba who gave up his only chance, Liu Lang, who was eyeing the situation over there, was looking for his own opportunity.
I don't know whether it was because of the Japanese's arrogance or because they were very tired after several days of fierce fighting, but there were surprisingly few Japanese patrols near the headquarters.
A full two hours passed. Not only did Liu Lang and his twenty-odd remnant soldiers not reveal their whereabouts, they even found an abandoned tunnel position about 1,500 meters away from the headquarters.
Without hesitation, Liu Lang led the soldiers away from the Japanese headquarters, which they had finally found, and entered the tunnel.
The brightly lit farmyard in the distance became a small bright spot in everyone's field of vision, once again out of reach.
In the eyes of most soldiers, this move is even more incomprehensible than attacking the enemy's headquarters like a moth to a flame. Compared to the former, which can be called suicide by cutting one's neck, the latter's slow suicide
The way is so despairing that one loses all courage.
How much tenacity does it take to build a position surrounded by tens of thousands of enemies?
But Liu Lang just did it.
Liu Lang's plan was originally very simple. At the moment before the national army launched an attack, these remaining soldiers with simple positions would fire to attract the attention of the guarding troops, and he would sneak into the Japanese headquarters alone and carry out a beheading operation.
The Japanese army, which had been severely defeated by sudden attacks in history, would be even more defeated after suddenly losing command. This was Liu Lang's chance to survive. He could not defeat the little Japanese with high morale, but
It shouldn't be too difficult to escape from the little Japanese who has lost his fighting spirit.
If Chi Dakui and the soldiers wanted to rush towards the headquarters with guns, Liu Lang would not be so stupid. If nothing else, just the two machine guns set up at the gate of the farmhouse could make these more than 20 people
Everyone was half-way through the charge in despair.
However, this does not mean that there is no risk. Even if they stick to their position, with this crooked light machine gun and a dozen rifles, can they hold on for twenty minutes under the impact of a squadron?
A big question.
If you hold on for twenty minutes, those who are lucky enough to survive will survive. If you fail to hold on, the team will be destroyed, and the risk is equally huge.
Looking at his pocket watch, it was already past midnight. Liu Lang was summoning Chi Dakui and Zhao Ergou to tell them his decision, when the rumble of a car engine suddenly came to his ears.
Liu Lang turned around in horror. Two bright lights were shining towards him in the dark night. Although they were still far away, subconsciously, all the soldiers fell to the ground.
Liu Lang squinted his eyes. As the roar of the car engine gradually approached, Liu Lang's pupils gradually adapted to the brightness that was no longer pitch black.
Emerging from the darkness, there was a six-wheel truck two hundred meters away from them. The direction of travel was exactly where they were. Perhaps because there were too many potholes on the battlefield, the truck moved extremely slowly. I estimated the time.
, Liu Lang couldn't help but want to scold her, how could this little guy drive so carefully? In China seventy years later, an eighty-year-old lady could beat them ten times by riding a bicycle.
Soon, Liu Lang knew why the truck was moving so slowly.
Just a "bang" sound was heard, the car stopped, and the little devils in the car were heard yelling angrily. Although Liu Lang was too far away to hear what they were shouting, the seven or eight figures who jumped out of the truck were all visible.
The light of the flashlight finally allowed Liu Lang to see what was hindering their speed.
The black figure behind the truck turned out to be a cannon.
They may have encountered a big pit, but the dark but not very big cannon turned over in the pit, and seven or eight little devils were trying hard to right the cannon body.
A huge burst of joy suddenly filled Liu Lang's chest. He was so sleepy that he met his pillow. The surprise attack, which had a casualty rate of 99%, had a long-range killer weapon.
The Japanese army really lived up to the title of transportation captain in the anti-war drama, and actually delivered this thing to his door when he needed it most.
As the most elite special forces of the Republic, Liu Lang has been trained in all kinds of things from the navy, land and air force. Liu Lang, the latest J-10 fighter at that time, had nearly 400 hours of flight time, so Liu Lang naturally did a lot of artillery work.
Lang once had a record of 100% hits with five consecutive PP89 100mm mortars operated by a single soldier. Even the professional artillerymen shook their heads at Liu Lang and admired that this guy was born with the talent of artillery.
However, there is a big difference between the cannons of seventy years ago and the high-tech integrated cannons of later generations. Out of caution, and of course with the intention of running a blind cat into a dead mouse, Liu Lang asked in a low voice: "Which of you will fight?"
Overshot?"
Liu Lang didn't have high hopes of finding artillery, a technical branch of the infantry, among a group of infantry. The worst thing he could do was shoot him a few more times. As for whether he could kill the little devil's commander, it only depended on luck.
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"Sir, I used to be an artilleryman." Zhao Ergou suddenly raised his hand.
"You?" Not only Liu Lang was confused, but Chi Dakui and others were a little dumbfounded.
If Liu Lang remembers correctly, the military rank on Zhao Ergou's shoulders showed that he was just a superior soldier. In other words, he was the legendary cannon fodder. Instead of engaging in artillery, which is still considered high-tech at present, he came to the front line as cannon fodder.
No wonder everyone, including Liu Lang, found it hard to believe it.
"Really, sir, I'm not lying." Zhao Ergou's face turned red and he argued in a low voice.
"I used to be an artillery squad leader under Marshal Zhang in Northeast China, and then the Japanese came..." Seeing that everyone still had doubts on their faces, Zhao Ergou looked ashamed and explained weakly.
It turned out that he was a deserter, a deserter who fled from the white mountains and black soil of the Northeast to the hinterland of China. Everyone from the leader to the soldiers became deserters in the war a year ago.
Liu Lang somewhat understood how the deserter had lost his temper after killing the Japanese. He retreated again and again, and the despair of being unable to escape would almost make a normal person collapse.
"How is the level?" Liu Lang was delighted, but his face remained calm.
"Hey, sir, I'm not bragging. I was born to shoot artillery. Whether it's a Japanese grenade, a 92 infantry gun, or a Western anti-aircraft gun, I can use it. Within a thousand meters, I dare not say that I can hit ten out of ten shots.
, Nine out of ten shots are absolutely no problem!" When Zhao Ergou mentioned his professional skills, his face was filled with confidence, as if he was afraid that Liu Lang wouldn't believe it. He squinted and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were still busy not far away.
He said with certainty: "Sir, what the little devil is pulling is the Type 41 75mm mountain gun."
"Okay, it's you." Liu Lang nodded happily, "Now let's go kill the little devils and steal their cannons."
Finally able to fight the Japanese, the soldiers who had been suppressed for half the night did not have much fear on their faces, but more of excitement. As for what to do after alarming the Japanese, that was what the commander should think about.
The sound of a gunshot "Pa Gouer" marked the official start of Liu Lang's beheading operation.