The explosion was getting closer and closer, and the wing commander also realized the danger and gave orders to the guard captain without the consent of the chief of staff.
"Cover the Chief of Staff and get out of here."
"Everyone retreat and move toward the north gate."
"The South Gate is the main attack direction of the Eighth Route Army. It is the furthest away from the South Gate and is definitely the safest."
"We will determine how to fight next after reuniting with the North Gate troops."
Several guards surrounded the chief of staff and ran out, followed by the regimental commander, other officers from the headquarters, and staff officers, followed closely by the security personnel reinforced by the artillery unit, a total of fifty or sixty people.
"Woooooooo..."
The scream of artillery shells streaking across the sky suddenly sounded above everyone's heads. The experienced Japanese soldiers subconsciously threw themselves on the ground and shouted: "It's a shelling. Everyone, take cover and get down..."
"Rumble..."
The artillery shell exploded, and a mountain artillery shell hit the middle of the team. Two Japanese soldiers were lying right next to the impact point.
At the moment of the explosion, the two people were torn into pieces by the shock wave, flying into the sky with splashing firelight, and then falling everywhere like rain.
More Japanese were injured and fell to the ground screaming in pain.
The regimental commander was lucky not to be hit by the bombing. He was the first to get up from the ground and ran outside the artillery position while shouting.
"Everyone, get up and leave here immediately. There will be shells coming down soon..."
"Rumble..."
The explosion sounded again, and the impact point was ten meters behind him.
Because the shells that fell were ordinary mortar shells, under the cover of the explosion, the slight scream did not reach everyone's ears at all.
Everyone was caught off guard.
A powerful wave of air blew from his back, knocking him over and throwing him forward to the ground, where he was eaten by a dog.
Although the shock wave that came with him didn't kill him on the spot, it made him deaf and blood flowed from his ears and nose.
I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, but I couldn't hear a single sound, and my brain was so dizzy.
Two soldiers rushed over from a short distance, holding him one on the left and one on the right as they continued to run outside the artillery position.
Just as he was about to rush out, the shells came again.
What hit this time was a heavy mortar shell, which was several times more powerful than mountain cannon and ordinary mortar shells.
Although the impact point was at least twenty meters away from him, the sweeping air wave was like a pair of powerful hands, pushing the three people to the ground at the same time.
The co-captain, who had suffered internal injuries from the shock, was completely incapacitated this time.
There was a scream and then there was no movement.
The chief of staff is slightly better.
There were many guards protecting him. For two consecutive explosions, the guards used their bodies to block his back, weakening the power of the air waves and shock waves.
Other officers and soldiers were not so lucky.
The dead and injured were mostly left in the artillery position to be bombed. Only a dozen people rushed out of the artillery position to protect the chief of staff.
Before he had time to rejoice, a string of bullets flew towards him.
On a courtyard wall thirty meters away from them, two light machine guns sprayed flames at them, one on the left and one on the right.
The three Japanese who were opening the way fell down in response.
The captain of the guard ran beside the chief of staff, and a hungry wolf threw the chief of staff to the ground.
As soon as I lay down, I felt the bullet flying backwards against my scalp.
It is definitely not realistic to retreat to the artillery position at this time. If you stick to it here, you will be killed sooner or later. Only by rushing over and joining other imperial troops in the city can the chief of staff have a chance to survive.
In an instant, the captain thought clearly about everyone's situation. He looked at the few subordinates left around him and ordered: "Fire cover, we charge forward, otherwise everyone will die here...shoot with machine guns, throw grenades, kill them all..."
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"Da da da……"
The only light machine gun that everyone brought out of the artillery position opened fire quickly, counterattacking against the bullets flying in front of them.
Several soldiers took the opportunity to take out grenades and threw them.
The smoke from the explosion quickly spread into a cloud, blocking the way of the two light machine guns.
Just now, the firepower that could still be watched at everyone's shooting became more and more chaotic, and then slowly lost its accuracy.
The guard captain seized the opportunity to get up from the ground, and together with his subordinates, he carried the captain forward and rushed forward.
Others held grenades in their hands and threw them five meters forward, blowing up the light machine guns mounted on the courtyard wall by the Eighth Route Army.
"Pa bang bang..."
At the last moment, the sound of a series of box cannon shots reached the ears of the guard captain.
My heart skipped a beat, and I had a bad feeling.
The gunshots were so dense that it took more than five box cannons firing continuously to produce such a big noise!
We were only a few dozen meters apart from the city wall, and we were completely within the killing range of the box cannon.
As long as the bullets fired by the opponent are dense enough, they can kill everyone even if they are not accurate.
The captain had a bad premonition.
Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw a hole in the uniform. Blood kept pouring out, turning the uniform red in an instant.
Then the captain felt his physical strength disappearing rapidly.
My legs began to lose strength, and when I couldn't hold on any longer, I fell to the ground with a plop.
At this moment, he saw several of his subordinates being shot and falling to the ground, including the chief of staff...
At the siege headquarters, communications platoon leader Zhou Liang rushed behind Li Hao and Hong Linfeng with excitement on his face.
"Regiment Commander, Chief of Staff, good news. Captain Xiao of the commando team reported: We have killed the Japanese artillery position, and the Japanese commander has probably been killed as well. We are currently confirming it."
"They have occupied the Japanese ammunition depot, material warehouse, grain depot, gendarmerie station, and garrison headquarters."
"We also assigned a platoon of troops to go to the south gate to cooperate with our attack."
Li Hao glanced at his watch and replied: "It is now ten o'clock in the evening, and the siege has been going on for exactly two hours."
"According to the plan, it will take us three hours to enter the county. Now it seems that the time to enter the city will be advanced."
"Order the artillery unit to concentrate all artillery and prepare for five minutes of artillery fire on the South Gate."
"Five minutes later, the second battalion took the main attack, and the first and third battalions provided cover. They broke through the south gate and entered the county seat."
"Chief of Staff, prepare to fire a red signal as soon as the artillery fire stops. This is the signal for the general attack agreed upon by Captain Xiao and I."
"Having troops working together in the city can certainly greatly reduce the losses of the siege troops. We must make good use of this trump card."
Hong Linfeng's eyes sparkled.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and immediately replied: "Don't worry, commander, five minutes to prepare for artillery fire, ten minutes to enter the county town, just watch it!"
Nine large-caliber mortars, more than a dozen ordinary mortars, and nine mountain cannons were placed neatly in rows at the artillery position.
The gunner half-crouched beside him, adjusting his artillery according to the shooting results from the previous shelling.
The ammunition hand squatted in the back, carefully checking each shell to make sure that they had been loaded with fuses, and then placed them neatly beside the gunner.
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