Zhenxi.
The puppet troops in the south have been completely wiped out, and there are no civilian casualties.
The security forces facing the First Battalion and the First Company in the north suffered more than a dozen casualties and finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Amid the shouts of the puppet company commander, he fled north along the wilderness more than a hundred meters west of the blockade ditch.
"Hurry up." The soldiers of the third battalion shouted, helping the old and young and leading the people in the town to evacuate to the west.
Near the regimental headquarters.
There are more than a dozen large pots lined up in the south, making porridge!
The soldiers engaged in siege warfare, and the headquarters cooked porridge, which could be regarded as the first battlefield.
There was no way, the political commissar had long known that the people in the town were starving and unable to travel far.
It stands to reason that if you don’t have enough to eat, you can’t work at all. I really don’t know how these skinny people survived.
There were piles of steamed buns on the linen cloth spread out on the ground.
One person has one wotou, but unfortunately everyone has overlooked one problem. After the porridge is cooked, how to drink it becomes another problem.
The political commissar looked grim and had to send another platoon of soldiers from the Third Battalion back to the town to look for the bowl.
organization, haste
In the pit of the regiment headquarters.
Captain Lu raised his telescope and knitted his brows.
If Vice Minister Zhao of the enemy's Ministry of Industry hadn't been by his side, he might have rushed into the town to take command personally.
The political commissar knew that there were not many puppet troops in the town through the inside line arranged by Lao Li, the instructor of the second battalion, in the town.
Logically speaking.
Wu Yan should have captured the whole town by this time, and the team should organize the people to retreat.
But now, after the continuous explosion of grenades, the town is filled with smoke and thick smoke, making it impossible to see anything clearly in the telescope.
The gunshots continued, and the occasional grenade explosion continued.
Captain Lu finally got angry: "Xiao Bing, go and ask Wu Yan what he's doing for food? He can't chew a puppet army company. If he can't get it in ten minutes, he won't be the battalion commander anymore."
Xiao Bing jumped out of the headquarters and hurried to the town.
Zhendong. As the amount of soil work decreases, the flying dust gradually dissipates.
The soldiers of the second battalion were loading sand into sacks and carrying them to the front of the trench.
The Second Battalion rarely dug trenches before. Even if they did, they usually just piled the excavated soil in front of the trench and pounded it down with a shovel. The advantage of this was that it didn't need to dig too deep and saved energy.
Put soil into sacks and put them in front of the trench as a bunker. You can leave a separate shooting hole. The key point is that when shooting, the vibration of the gun body will not cause dust to fly, and the possibility of exposure is lower.
The key is that this kind of sand is soft and easy to dig, but the dug trench cannot be formed!
I learned this trick from Jiuying.
Of course, experienced veteran Eighth Route Army commanders have long known this method of constructing battlefield fortifications.
Of course Gao Yidao is also an old man, but he only recently figured out the middle door.
Even if he is beaten to death, he will not admit that he learned it from a bastard.
The flying dust previously obscured the view, making it difficult to observe.
After advancing some distance to the east, Gao Yidao, who was lying on the door panel to observe, was dragged by the door panel with his quick legs and slowly returned to the gradually forming trench.
There is a sack filled with soil on the door panel towards the enemy, which can prevent the enemy from making cold shots.
There is no way, Gao Yidao's injury has not fully healed, and he has difficulty moving.
If four wheels are installed on the door panel, it should be the most primitive earthen tank of the Second Battalion.
The Japanese military camp was a mile away. Except for the occasional cold shots from the Japanese on the wall, there was no movement at all in the military camp.
When something goes wrong, there will be a monster. Gao Yidao, who returned to the trench, made a quick decision: "Quick leg, let the first company commander take a platoon over to test it out."
"Yes!" Kuai Legs, who had just returned from Black Tiger Village two days ago, immediately ran away to deliver the order.
A platoon leader of the first battalion followed the battlefield security post of the second battalion and ran along the narrow trench to Gao Yidao: "Report, Battalion Commander Wu wants to use our mortars to attack the puppet army headquarters."
"What? Borrow the cannon?" Gao Yidao said with a black face.
"Report to Battalion Commander Gao that the puppet troops took advantage of the favorable terrain in the town hall to resist stubbornly, and our battalion suffered heavy casualties."
"Where are your machine guns? Didn't you capture the Japanese grenade some time ago?" Gao Yidao didn't want to borrow it.
"But we can't hit it accurately. The wall surrounding the town hall is made of bricks. When the grenade hit the side, it bounced off the brick wall. The puppet troops also opened shooting holes in the wall."
Could it be that the grenade was used as a grenade?
Thinking that the regiment commander and the brother army's special agent company as the reserve team were still watching the battlefield situation from behind, Gao Yidao ordered with a dark face: "Artillery platoon, bring five rounds of artillery shells to reinforce the first battalion, and fight as soon as we get to the edge of the town. Come back as soon as possible after the fight." "
Gao Yidao made a fortune in silence, went to Pingyuan to get three mortars, and handed over a Japanese 97-type 81-caliber mortar without shells.
As for the gunner, in his opinion, firing a mortar is much easier than a grenade launcher. He just stuffs the shell into the muzzle and covers his ears.
Several technical points were only recently learned piecemeal from Tian Sanqi.
Soon, the mortar team was dispatched!
A group of fifteen people serving a mortar is nothing short of spectacular.
The gun platoon leader personally went into battle and took out the dust plug wrapped in new white cotton cloth from the gun barrel.
I don't know what the azimuth angle and the secret position are.
Scope, no need.
As for the number of charges, this is really difficult.
There were four or five observers, and the total when they met was: "The distance is two hundred and two."
The gun platoon leader was holding a piece of paper on which someone had obviously taken notes.
He muttered something, and finally found a range number: two hundred and five.
Hurry up and crank the machine.
Feeling that something was not right, he immediately ordered the artillery team: "All artillery positions should retreat thirty meters."
There is no way, the fixed trajectory written on the paper does not have a distance of 220 meters.
There happened to be two hundred and five.
The platoon leader has a lot of ideas. Since he doesn't have one, can't I just retreat thirty meters?
To everyone's surprise, the fifteen-man artillery crew took action and the mortar position quickly moved back.
The platoon leader checked again and found that the barrel of the gun was clean with a wooden stick wrapped in cotton cloth.
The 82 shells wiped it spotless.
The platoon leader loosened his hands, and with a hiss, the shell fell down the barrel, triggering the primer.
Tom.
Mortar shells exit the muzzle
The cannonballs flew along the distance trajectory curve that Wan Baoxin was jokingly talking about during his lecture.
On the roof of the town hall, the machine gun in the hands of the squad leader of the security force had just been replaced with a new magazine and he was shooting happily.
Suddenly there was a scream in the sky.
The squad leader of the security force was a battlefield veteran, so he didn't know what this voice meant.
Roll on the spot and prepare to leave the machine gun position.
But the edge of the roof of the town hall was not blocked.
He fell directly from the roof of the building.
It happened that a grenade thrown by the Eighth Route Army earlier exploded outside the courtyard wall, covering up the screams in the sky.
The deputy shooter next to him was shocked. What kind of gun did the Eighth Route Army use? It could actually knock the squad leader off the roof?
The scream didn't give the deputy gunner any more time to think. He just thought the squad leader was killed and immediately took over the job of the machine gunner.
The pseudo-guard squad leader fell and was knocked down by the eaves of the second floor, just in time to see the cannonball falling from mid-air.
The two of them landed on the ground almost at the same time. The squad leader of the security force felt regretful in his heart. It would be no big deal to stay on the roof.
Is this the case of being clever but being misled by cleverness?
There was a loud bang.
Mortar shells exploded.
A large cloud of gunpowder smoke and blood mist immediately rose from the town hall courtyard.
The screams were loud.
The brick and wooden house of the town hall shook a few times.
The deputy shooter who had just taken over the machine gun position on the roof was scared to death. Is this house going to collapse?
The grenade explosion on the 8th road is too scary!
If Master Ba throws two more over,
What is more important than life in this world?
Silently reciting Amitayus Buddha in his heart, he killed the poor monk but not the Taoist friend, grabbed the machine gun and ran towards the stairwell in the middle of the roof.
The cross-eyed man who was serving as an observer for the machine gunner was stunned for a moment: "Stop, if you run away again, I will kill you!"
Then he shot the shell gun in his hand into the sky.
The machine gunner was scared to death and fell to the ground: "This building is about to collapse, run away quickly."
(End of chapter)
