Meng Shaoyuan finally waited for his secret weapon:
Italian Brixia M3545MM mortar!
It is called the "best designed" or "the most complex designed" light mortar, and it also has a weirdly designed light mortar with a seat specially designed for the gunner!
A real Italian gun.
Although Italy is a very strange country, and some of its weapons are also very strangely designed, before the war, they were a major arms exporter.
Especially in China, a lot of Italian weapons are active, mainly guns.
"Second Battalion Commander, bring up the Italian cannon!"
That famous line came out of my mouth.
Song Deng was startled.
Second battalion commander?
Where is the second battalion commander here?
"Song Deng, what are you doing so stupidly? Cannon, my Italian cannon!"
Meng Shaoyuan almost shouted there.
"Understood!" Song Deng finally reacted.
This Brixia M3545MM mortar weighs 15.4 kilograms, has a maximum range of 535 meters, and a theoretical maximum rate of fire of 25 to 30 minutes per minute.
Appearing here, it is definitely a "weapon of mass destruction".
It was also the Mahikawa plainclothes team and those Japanese troops who were unlucky.
Who would have thought that a group of secret agents would actually own a real mortar?
Where does this make sense?
Some local miscellaneous units of the Chinese army may not even have one in a division.
That is, he met the unreasonable Meng Shaoyuan.
Master Meng, who had known for a long time that the war was bound to break out, had spent a lot of time preparing weapons and ammunition before the war?
Now, it's time to put them to use.
The gun mount is a "well"-shaped swinging gun mount. Although this design makes the gun mount structure very complex and increases the difficulty of production, it gives the M35 good shooting stability and flexible shooting angle, with the maximum shooting angle up to 85 degrees.
Another feature of the gun mount is a chest pad for the shooter to lie on. Since the overall height of the M35 is very low, the shooter usually lies on the ground to operate it. Therefore, the chest pad allows the shooter to operate the gun for a long time without feeling tired, and it can also be operated while sitting on a mat.
On the other hand, the weight of the shooter also plays a role in stabilizing the artillery, which is definitely an ingenious design.
The chest pad is also the back pad when carrying the mortar, which improves the comfort of carrying it. When carrying the mortar, you only need to fold the gun frame and chest pad in the middle, and you can carry it easily.
However, no matter which angle Meng Shaoyuan admires it from, he feels that this mortar is more like a work of art.
The mortar was quickly installed.
"Report to Director Meng, complete shooting preparations, please give instructions!"
"No instructions!" Meng Shaoyuan yelled: "The target is the Ancestor Temple, blow it up hard for me!"
"idiot!"
The Japanese sergeant holding a telescope made a desperate cry: "Mortars, the Chinese actually have mortars!"
No matter how cleverly the position is arranged, there is only such a large area, and most of the Laozu Temple is a wooden structure.
Under the attack of artillery shells, the Japanese had no room for resistance.
"call out"!
Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the shells swept in like a god of death wielding a scythe...
"Boom" - "Boom" - "Boom"!
Cannonballs fell on the Laozu Temple one after another.
Amidst the violent explosions, flames shot up into the sky along with screams.
The unjust death of the Makawa plainclothes team and those Japanese soldiers.
They considered every possibility on the battlefield, except for one thing:
These Chinese agents actually own a mortar!
This is unreasonable!
On the opposite side, the Japanese military position at Laozu Temple was completely engulfed in flames.
Meng Shaoyuan was elated.
No matter what combat deployment or fire suppression, they are all inferior to your Master Meng’s cannon!
"Xiang Shounong!" Meng Shaoyuan shouted loudly: "Come on, I will kill you without mercy!"
"Brothers." Xiang Shounong, who was completely stimulated by the sound of gunfire, his eyes were blood red: "Come on, kill all the little Japanese, not a single one is left, charge on!"
All the agents rushed out of their hiding places, roaring with all kinds of weapons in their hands, organizing intensive firepower, and rushed towards the Laozu Temple one by one like a race.
"don't want!"
On the roof, Wei Yunzhe, who was directing machine guns and mortars to fire wildly, shouted.
Damn it, the Japanese army wasn't completely wiped out.
At this time, the mortar bombardment should continue, the machine guns on the roof, and the grenades on the ground should take turns to coordinate the attack, killing as many Japanese troops as possible within a safe range.
Instead of launching a charge when the remnants of the enemy are still there and there is still room for resistance.
Unfortunately, no one could hear his cry.
He is a professional soldier, but most agents are not.
They were trained, but not tactically trained.
All they knew was that the enemy was now crippled by artillery shells.
It’s time to take care of these little Japans!
"Machine gun, hold it down, hold it down!"
Now, the only thing Wei Yunzhe can do is this.
When the troops on the ground rushed to the Laozu Temple, several Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared half-kneeling with guns raised.
A row of bullets were fired!
The few agents who rushed to the front fell to the ground.
Although half of the Japanese troops were killed and injured in the shelling, and the rest were blown to pieces, they still survived.
Their high quality allowed them to immediately engage in counterattack!
The agents who believed that the Japanese army had been crippled and would never encounter a counterattack suddenly suffered casualties.
This is tuition, high tuition.
Even if the position is blown to pieces again, even if they are at a disadvantage again, these Japanese troops will never give up resistance so easily.
Not to mention the agents, China's regular army also suffered bloody lessons in the war.
In the Battle of Songhu, the 87th Division, which took the lead in attacking, thought that the enemy had given up resistance and the battle was over when it captured a Japanese position.
But no one expected that those seriously injured Japanese soldiers would actually pull the safety of the grenade, knock it on the head, and die together with the Chinese soldiers who rushed to their side!
A bloody lesson!
The same goes for agents.
Fortunately, the two machine guns on the roof, under the command of Wei Yunzhe, roared violently and fired whirlwind bullets, quickly knocking down several Japanese soldiers.
Xiang Shounong roared and rushed into the Japanese position. The roar of the submachine gun in his hand never stopped for a moment.
No Japanese, living, dead, or half-dead, had escaped the baptism of his bullets.
"boom"!
Mahikawa, the captain of the plainclothes team, had one arm and one leg blown off, but he still fired a shot with his remaining arm.
But then his whole body was beaten into a hornet's nest.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Xiang Shounong roared like a wild beast: "Kill all these grandsons!"
It was 8 o'clock at night, and the battle between agents and agents at the Laozu Temple in Gongzhixiang ended.
Taking advantage of the mortars that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, none of the Japanese plainclothes team from Zhenchuan and eight Japanese soldiers survived.
Meng Shaoyuan successfully completed the tasks assigned to him by his superiors and eliminated the hidden dangers behind the 201st Brigade before they launched a general offensive.
However, his special agent team also paid a heavy price.
Thirteen agents were killed.
Look, the price paid is far less than that of the Japanese.
However, this is when the firepower is completely dominant, and there are even mortars to assist in the battle.
The Japanese army is in a desperate situation. The right time, place and people are all on the side of the military commander's agents.
Thirteen agents are still dead.
If they could be more cautious and make full use of the advantages of artillery fire, they could be under the cover of mortars and machine guns...
There are never ifs.
Meng Shaoyuan felt heartbroken.
These are elite agents trained by themselves.
They were originally active on the intelligence front.
However, they died on the battlefield.
Thirteen versus twenty-three.
A victory worth being proud of?
Maybe.
Maybe it will appear in the newspapers that my heroic agents wiped out the Japanese plainclothes team and the main force.
But who can know the truth behind such "good news"?
It has been checked and it is confirmed that the Japanese plainclothes team leader Ma Chuan and the Japanese team sergeant were all killed, and no one escaped.
Meng Shaoyuan forced a smile on his face: "Lao Xiang, you did a good job. I'll give you credit."
"Thank you, Master Meng."
Xiang Shounong turned around and smiled.
In an instant, the smile solidified on Meng Shaoyuan's face.
On Xiang Shounong's body, blood was constantly pouring out from two blood holes.
"Master Meng, the Japanese are very accurate." Xiang Shounong threw away the submachine gun in his hand and put one hand on the half-exploded wall to prevent himself from falling:
"I fucking thought they would surrender... Master Meng, it hurts so much... Help me, help me, don't let me die."
"Come, help!"
Meng Shaoyuan's shrill cry sounded in the night...
Xiang Shounong failed.
Everyone can see that Xiang Shounong is unsuccessful.
He lay there with empty eyes: "I can't die... I don't want to die, I'm afraid..."
"Lao Xiang, if you don't die, none of us will die." Meng Shaoyuan held his hand tightly: "Live well, young master, I will take you to make a fortune."
"Master Meng, don't lie to me." Xiang Shounong, who had taken morphine, seemed to be in good spirits: "I have saved a lot of money, a lot, all of it you earned with us... We old brothers, thanks to your great blessing Ah... I don’t want the money anymore. I want to find a doctor to save me. I will give all my money to him..."
A tear flowed down the corner of Meng Shaoyuan's eyes.
This was the first time he shed tears in this era.
"Master Meng, you are a pervert, you really are a pervert."
Xiang Shounong suddenly laughed, then he took a long breath and slowly closed his eyes...
"There are endless heroic things to say, and endless heroic blood to be shed...
Xiang Shou Nong was one of the Seven Tigers of the Military Command who descended from heaven to earth. He was nicknamed the "Creeping Tiger". He was good at using a machine gun. If the machine gun was used together, there would be no survivors within a hundred steps...
That day, the Japanese Army's Machuan Brigade was actually killed by Xiang Shounong with a machine gun. No one was left alive. Colonel Machuan was beaten like a sieve... But that day when the comet passed the fire position, something happened to the creeper. The Japanese soldier was on the verge of death, but a bullet actually penetrated the heart of the creeping tiger. The seven tigers of the military command, the creeping tiger Xiang Shounong Xiangye, perished together with the 3,500 Japanese soldiers...
That ray of loyal soul returned to the throne of God. He is still in charge of the Three Qi, Fire, Virtue, Star Lord and Righteous God in the South.
Predict what will happen next, and listen to the explanation next time! "
