The hilltop where the Japanese were located was covered by more than a dozen artillery shells in an instant. Dozens of Japanese soldiers who had no time to move were immediately dealt a devastating blow, and their artillery pieces were blown up everywhere.
The deafening explosion resounded through the sky, and the battle was much more powerful than the little devil's own 92 Infantry Artillery just now.
This was not over yet. The shelling continued one after another, hitting two bases before slowly stopping. The entire mountaintop was filled with smoke, and the trees lit by incendiary bombs were crackling and burning. Debris and charred remains were everywhere. There were still a few lucky people who were not killed, and they ran down the mountain in a panic.
Zhang Liu habitually took out his dagger and carved three marks on the gun body, which marked that he had killed three more enemies.
"The little devil is going to feel bad now, haha!"
Looking at the mess, Yang Danzi felt very happy, but it was a pity that he couldn't kill a few of them with his own hands.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Liu stood up, patted Yang Danzi on the head, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go and join the second group."
The two people immediately ran in the same direction and soon disappeared into the green jungle...
At present, the two armies are in a confrontation stage, and there is no large-scale battle, but small-scale battles occur from time to time.
What happened to Zhang Liu and the others was just the tip of the iceberg. Long Wenwen sent the entire Falcon team out in order to disrupt the Japanese's operational deployment as much as possible and harass and disgust them endlessly.
In the past two days, the little devils have also discovered some clues. The enemies come and go without a trace. News of officers being killed by cold gunshots are constantly coming from the frontier positions. It is not that the top brass of the Japanese army did not respond, but the patrol team sent out Not only did they return without success, they were even killed by several groups.
The most incomprehensible thing is that the Chinese artillery seems to have eyes, pointing where to hit, and the firepower points just built on their side will be blown to pieces by the opponent immediately.
It's like there are a pair of invisible eyes around them, watching all their movements at all times, which makes people feel panicked every day, for fear that a bad shell will fall on their head.
Now the Japanese feel that they are riding a tiger and cannot get off. They can neither fight nor fight. They can only do passive defense because the Southern Army is unable to send more troops north, and they will even dispatch troops to the Pacific battlefield.
But they didn't know that the Chinese people on the opposite side were not satisfied with such a confrontation.
In mid-May, the main force of the Honorable Third Division finally arrived on the battlefield. After this period of replenishment and training, the troops have basically recovered. Coupled with the arrival of new equipment, its combat effectiveness is only higher than before.
"Quiet...no movement...what are you doing?"
On the forward position of the 1132nd Regiment of the 200th Division, Long Wenwen lay on the side of the sandbag with his butt stuck out, holding a telescope in his hand to observe the situation of the Japanese defense line intently.
Directly in front of them, there was a group of little Japs entrenched on the top of the mountain, using the mountain as support to establish several lines of defense.
This is just one of the positions of the 54th Division. In the past few days, they have retreated for more than ten kilometers, and they did not allow the troops to establish a defense zone until they entered the depths of the jungle.
The little devil spread the team far apart. The jungle was full of towering trees that blocked the sun. In this area, our armored troops were no longer of much use.
Because of the cover of the woods, it was temporarily unclear to detect the opponent's specific reality. The little devil also learned a lot, and sent out a lot of secret sentry scouts. The Falcon team could not get too close. It seemed that the answer would only be known after a fight.
"Ayi, are those guys in Nonggang doing something crazy at 13:00?" Long Wenwen learned Shanghainese and kicked Ayi, who was also lying next to him.
"How did I know... If you just went over and asked them, wouldn't they know?" Ayi patted his stained trouser legs and quickly moved to the side, trying to stay away from him.
Long Wenwen smiled mischievously, and suddenly an idea popped into his head: "Oh, by the way, didn't your engineering regiment seize a broadcast loudspeaker last time? Go and get that thing."
"What do you want to do again?" Ayi had a bad feeling in his heart, as long as this guy smiled, he would be up to no good.
"Stop talking nonsense! Go quickly! Keep teasing me..."
As he spoke, Long Wenwen raised his foot as if to kick. Ayi was so frightened that he quickly got up and walked reluctantly down the mountain. He was still mumbling something. Judging from his expression...it was probably not a good thing.
"Brother Long, Brother Long!"
At this moment, a call suddenly came from behind. Long Wenwen turned around and saw that it was Fang Jingyao.
"Brother Long, we just got the news that the 38th Division is preparing to withdraw its troops. We were notified specifically to prepare for defense assistance."
Fang Jingyao stepped forward and picked up the binoculars. Nan Nan said, "The kid opposite didn't do much, right?"
"It's been two days and I haven't farted a single thing. If Zhang Liu and the others hadn't been watching, I would have thought those grandsons had run away." Long Wenwen stood up, drank a few sips of water, and asked hurriedly: "When will they leave?" ?”
Fang Jingyao sighed and said slowly: "We have begun to retreat. At present, the first and second regiments of the third division have entered the Hsipaw area and are changing defenses with the 38th Division. Chen Jize and the third regiment will probably arrive in the evening Lashio.”
"Hehe, that boy is quite powerful now. I heard he won many battles in the north. Jun Zuo thinks highly of him. We can't let him compare us."
Long Wenwen made a joke. He didn't care whether the 38th Division would go or stay. Although that group of people had good combat effectiveness, they were not a system. Coordinating with each other in a war was a problem. It didn't matter if they left now, the main force I'm so scared when I come.
"Is the artillery regiment coming?"
"They probably won't arrive until the day after tomorrow, and the tank battalion is also lagging behind. The forests in southern Wa State are too dense, and it is really inconvenient for tanks and heavy artillery to move."
Long Wenwen nodded. Sherman and half-track armored vehicles could not compete with the T26 light tanks. Their heavy tonnage limited their speed. It seemed that the counterattack plan would have to be postponed for another two days.
…
At midnight, a huge broadcasting speaker was hung on a three-meter-high wooden stake. The mouth of the speaker was facing the direction of the Japanese army. There was a table underneath, and several soldiers were busy debugging the wiring.
Long Wenwen nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't wait to sit at the table, picked up the microphone and played with it for a while.
He was very familiar with this thing. He had used it a lot to humiliate Takeuchi Lianshan during those days at Nantianmen Tree Fort. Now it could be put to some use again.
"Sir, I'm fine now. You can speak now."
After working for a while, the soldier finally got it done and turned on the broadcasting equipment. A burst of harsh electrical noise flashed through the speaker, making people frown involuntarily.
"It's quite loud."
Long Wenwen smiled and grabbed the microphone and pressed the communication button, pretending to cough for a sound test: "Eh? Cough cough! Hehe... Good evening, everyone?"
The huge sound was extremely loud in the silent night sky and could even be heard several kilometers away.
"Hold on, you little Japanese who have come all the way, you should have someone who can understand Chinese, right? Hehe... I would like to express my heartfelt congratulations to those unlucky ones who have been killed by my men in the past two days... "
Now, everyone should stop sleeping. The Japanese were even more confused. Some people kept waking up from their sleep and looking at the direction of the sound with puzzled faces. They had no idea what the other person was talking about.
"How have the cannonballs tasted in the past two days? Don't worry, if you haven't eaten enough, you can come to me here, eh... nothing else, this thing is enough..."
"I heard that you are the 163rd Regiment of the 54th Division. The commander of the regiment is called Nakamura or something. He seems to be a noble man. I just want to ask you why the children of the landowners in Japan are so confused about joining the army. ? Traveling thousands of miles to China to die, what are you trying to do..."
Long Wenwen enthusiastically spouted trash talk, having fun like a child who got his beloved toy. His breathtaking laughter was so "penetrating" that it made people tremble in their hearts.
"どうしたの? What are the Chinese doing?" Japanese commander Nakamura Nagato walked out of the camp and asked the soldiers next to him in confusion.
Like most Japanese, he had just fallen asleep, but was "pulled" out of bed by Long Wenwen's magical voice.
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other in confusion and couldn't explain why. Seeing that the guy shouting on the opposite side was in such high spirits that he stayed away for a while, Nakamura had no choice but to find a staff officer who could speak Chinese to find out what the other person was talking about.
The staff officer listened carefully for a while and explained to him: "Reporting to the commander, the other party is insulting us and mocking our incompetence in combat."
"Koyaro! Are these Chinese people so idle that they can't sleep?" Nakamura cursed angrily. If he couldn't defeat the opponent now, he really wanted to lead his troops and chop off that person's head.
"Kaima, why don't you come and say a few words?"
Long Wenwen seemed to be tired of talking, so he stared at Yao Ma who was watching coldly, and generously handed over the microphone.
"Are you crazy about asking for Mai? I'll give you a hammer." Kaname refused decisively. He couldn't do such an embarrassing thing.
Unexpectedly, Long Wenwen was not going to let him go. He stood up immediately, grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to his seat.
"Ouch! It hurts! Be gentle...what are you calling me for?"
The extremely strong Long Wenwen couldn't be restrained, so he could only ask helplessly with a grimace.
"You can say whatever you want, just use your hometown dialect and say hello to the grandchildren across from you." Long Wenwen encouraged with a mean smile and raised eyebrows.
Kaname had no choice but to hold the microphone and ponder for a long time. Finally, under Long Wenwen's murderous eyes, he finally choked out a sentence: "...Ahem, you bastard little Japan! I call you an immortal!"
"Also, let me say something to the captain opposite named Nakamura."
"Uh... Captain Nakamura, I call you the Immortal Banban!"
…
This extremely lethal Sichuan dialect slowly echoed in the night sky. The companions around Kaname finally couldn't help but start laughing, especially the heartless guy Long Wenwen, who almost lost his breath from laughing.
"Haha, okay, okay, that's a good scolding."
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On the other side, the Japanese military staff officer repeatedly ran through words such as "Japanese you" and "immortal" in his mind. It was obvious that his vocabulary could not keep up with his reaction. He only knew that the other party seemed to be cursing his mother.
"Matsusaka, what are they talking about?" Captain Nakamura asked curiously.
"Report... report to the commander, they... they seem to be greeting you..." Staff Matsusaka replied nervously.
"Nani? Greet me? Greet me for what?" Nakamura was shocked and asked quickly.
"Ask... hello to your whole family..."
After probably holding it in for a few seconds, a flush quickly appeared on Nakamura's face. Blood flowed from his feet to his heart, and a sense of humiliation arose spontaneously.
"Baga! These damn Chinese people! Ah!" Nakamura was furious. He pulled out his samurai sword in anger and roared loudly at the sky.
"Order the artillery to fire on me!"
"Captain, think twice, now is not the time to be impulsive." The staff officer quickly dissuaded him.
Not to mention the inaccuracy of the attack this night, the exposure of firepower alone can easily lead to disaster. It is estimated that the Chinese people have such a purpose, but they must not be fooled.
Nakamura's expression changed from twisted to resentful. Facing the opponent's terrifying "magic attack", he was helpless and aggrieved. He had no choice but to roar incompetently.
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