Chapter 61: Practice Hand Cannon Bombing the Artillery Building
This search range is even larger, and there is really no ability to search.
However, as the unit closest to the crime scene, the New Regiment, the organization still issued a notice.
"What, there are gunfire and mortars near our station."
"Yes, because the place where the sound of cannons was heard is closest to your new regiment, I want to inform you to be careful."
"Yes. By the way, where did the news come from?"
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"It turns out it's him, I know."
Li Yunlong hung up the phone and thought about it.
This man and Li Yunlong were old acquaintances, comrades who climbed snowy mountains and crossed grasslands together.
Li Yunlong believed what he said, so he took it seriously.
"Wang Chengzhu, Wang Chengzhu."
"Captain, what's wrong?"
"Well, nothing happened to the cannons in the regiment, right?"
Wang Chengzhu was a little nervous. Could it be that the fact that he took Wang Shuang to play with cannons was revealed to the group leader? It should be fine. Besides, the group leader had eaten a lot of good things from Wang Shuang.
If you are soft-spoken when eating others and short-handed when taking advantage of others, you should not punish yourself.
"Captain, it's okay, nothing happened."
"Why do you look so nervous? Tell the truth." Li Yunlong's tone became stern.
"Okay, Commander, a few days ago I took Wang Shuang to the artillery squad to play. I think Wang Shuang is quite talented, and maybe he can become an artilleryman in the future."
"Oh, really. If you can get Wang Shuang to join our new group, I will give you a great credit."
"Well, Captain, I will try my best."
"Besides this, what else happened?"
Wang Chengzhu thought about it carefully and decided that it was gone.
At most, I only go to Wang Shuang's house for dinner sometimes in the evening. But the group leader also always goes there to eat, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
"never mind."
"Are the number of shells low?"
Wang Chengzhu said firmly, "No, Commander, I can guarantee this, not a single shell is missing."
"That's good."
What did Li Yunlong think of? "By the way, if you are fine, take a few people to look around our station to see if there are any traces of anti-artillery fire."
"yes."
Wang Chengzhu took the order and went down.
Wang Shuang secretly tried it a few times later, and realized that she had mastered the mortar game.
Now that you are so proficient, it is natural to have some fun.
Wang Shuang took a leave of absence and excitedly took the mortar and a few shells to the gun tower to practice.
This time Wang Shuang did not choose the usual sneak attack at night.
After Wang Shuang cut off the phone line, she stood behind a bunker while carrying the mortar.
This turret is not in a key location, so the Japanese don't pay much attention to it.
It was just built according to Okamura Neji's strategy.
There were only a few Japanese soldiers inside, and with the puppet troops stationed there, there were very few civilians coming and going.
Wang Shuang saw that no people were passing by, so he took out his mortar and set up the muzzle.
Wang Shuang directly aimed at the little devil.
Whoosh.
The cannonballs cut through the air and made a wonderful sound.
The warhead of the cannonball hit the ground, causing a violent explosion.
Wang Shuang's cannonball could be said to have penetrated the Yangtze with a hundred steps, directly killing the little Japanese sitting there. By the way, the surrounding puppet soldiers also died.
After one shot entered the soul, Wang Shuang continued his efforts and fired another shot.
Both shots hit.
Wang Shuang put down the mortar, took out his rifle, and pointed it at the enemy.
One shot, one fell.
After the little Japanese and the puppet army were attacked, the puppet army was in chaos. The little Japanese immediately looked for a bunker, ran back to the gun tower, and looked for the direction of the attack to counterattack.
After the initial panic, the puppet troops and the little devils fired in the direction of Wang Shuang.
However, the puppet soldiers didn't even dare to show their heads. Only God knows where the bullets landed.
Wang Shuang and the Japanese began to snipe.
One side is protected by gun towers and bunkers, while the other side is a sharpshooter who can fire every shot.
Okay, this is an unfair battle. The little devil's rifle can't hurt Wang Shuang at all.
After Wang Shuang beat him for a while, he found that the little devil had learned a lot and was no longer showing his face.
So, Wang Shuang set up the mortar again and fired the last shell he brought over.
Perfect.
After a successful hit, no gunfire was heard from the blockhouse.
Just when Wang Shuang was confused, shouts came from inside the turret.
"Grandfather of the Eighth Route Army, we surrender, no more artillery fire."
A small white flag stretched out from the muzzle.
Interestingly, it seems that all the little devils were killed by me, otherwise the puppet army would not have dared to surrender so easily.
