For hundreds of years, artillery has been the most bullshit existence.
The three Japanese lieutenants have luxurious configurations.
I originally thought I could catch the turtle in the urn, but the situation took a turn for the worse.
During their smooth military career, they had never experienced being covered by intensive artillery fire.
In their understanding, they have always chased the fleeing Tubal Road to fight, and killing those Tubal Roadmen with bullets and bayonets is called the battlefield.
Stabbing disobedient people to death as they please is a daily routine.
Anti-artillery training, in the eyes of all Japanese soldiers, is completely child's play.
There is a first time for everything.
For many Japanese soldiers, the first time they were shelled was also the last time their dogs were hit.
Smoke completely enveloped the third armored vehicle.
The fragments caused by forty grenade grenades and ten 82 mortar shells tore riddled with holes in the body that had no cover in the covered area.
The Japanese who were not injured were knocked unconscious by the shock wave of the explosion.
Except for the Japanese military police lieutenant under the car who was the quickest to respond, the scene was a mess of blood and flesh, and no one made any movement.
Gendarmerie Lieutenant Dori was buzzing. Just as he raised his head to figure out what was going on, his head hit the steel plate under the car and he became dizzy again.
The two lieutenants following him who were also preparing to get under the car were not so lucky.
Even when their respective assistants rushed forward desperately to try to block the shrapnel with their bodies during the shelling, they still could not escape the dense shrapnel.
The reserve troops and puppet soldiers lying in the shallow ditch were dumbfounded as they looked at the "command headquarters" filled with smoke and a mess.
This seems to be barely qualified as artillery coverage?
The bombardment seemed to be over.
Rifles were fired one after another in the village.
Bullets whistled in the smoke.
After a while, the second lieutenant of the Japanese reserve team got up from the ground in embarrassment and screamed: "Help."
The enraged second lieutenant rushed into the smoke and shouted, "Your Excellency, Lieutenant."
The smoke was glaring and choking his nose. The second lieutenant had to withdraw from the smoke to take a breath.
The grenadiers all changed their rounds, and this one had completely forgotten that there was a sharpshooter on the Eighth Route Army in the village.
call out.
A arrogant bullet flew from a distance, knocking the anxious second lieutenant to the ground.
The second lieutenant stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, blood was spraying from his nose and mouth, and he kept blinking. He was so frustrated!
How could the Imperial Warriors die so cowardly?
Will not!
He was only injured by a bullet in his right chest. If he was treated in time, he probably would not have died.
I felt a little relieved that the health soldier was bandaging himself.
There were nearly three hundred Japanese at the scene.
The death squads that stormed into the village were almost wiped out.
The first team of the reinforcement squadron that participated in the attack suffered most of their casualties, and the captured wall on the west side of the village fell into the hands of the village's Eighth Route Army again.
The second echelon was currently lying more than thirty meters away from the west courtyard wall of the village.
The third captain of the reserve team was seriously injured, but the sergeant who was supposed to take over the command immediately could not make up his mind for a while.
He believed that based on the current battlefield conditions, the two team captains in front were the best candidates to take over the command.
He quickly shouted to the commander of the armored vehicle next to him to take cover with the heavy machine gun.
Let the messenger monster call the second team leader back to take over the command.
"You brag about your marksmanship every day, and you can't hit a Japanese soldier in the head from a distance of more than 60 meters?" the observer said with a sarcastic tone.
Thinking of his brother who died tragically, the big dog with a ferocious expression curled his lips and said, "You know nothing, why would you hurt a Japanese commander? The little Japanese will bring an assistant and a medical soldier."
After that, pull the trigger.
boom.
Arrogantly, he broke the arm of the Japanese medical soldier who was bandaging the shot second lieutenant.
I have never heard of such a weird rule not to hit medical soldiers on the battlefield, nor the three disciplines and eight precautions!
"Big dog, are you getting better and better as you live? I can hit such a big target with my eyes closed."
"You know nothing. Look, I'm going to hit his right leg now." The big dog muttered, holding up the gun.
boom.
The eyed bullet accurately hit the Japanese health soldier's right calf.
"Hey, big dog. The armored vehicle seems to have a pair of eyes under the machine gun."
The big dog was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide and took aim: "Hey, you see clearly, how can I blow out his dog eyes?"
South of the village.
The puppet army gathered two companies, and the puppet battalion commander had just received the order from the regimental commander to prepare for the main attack later.
The imperial army seemed to have been bombed, and the smoke was so thick that it was hard to figure out the situation for a while.
The puppet battalion commander thought that the Eighth Route Army had laid many landmines in the west of the village in advance.
However, after waiting for a long time, they did not find that the imperial army in the west was feinting to attack.
Until the observer under his command was frightened and shouted: "No, battalion commander, there are artillery on the 8th Route in the village!"
"What did you say?"
The observer emphasized: "I saw clearly that artillery fire was fired from the eighth route in the village!"
"Fuck your mother's balls, can someone with a cannon be called a Eighth Route Army?"
The observer was confused: "What is that called?"
"You have to call me Eighth Master!" The fake battalion commander rolled his eyes: "Let me show you the highlights of your moves. Everyone, please spread out quickly and don't huddle together."
The pseudo-company commander next to him, who was ready to attack again, asked softly: "Then do we still want to attack as the main attack?"
The fake battalion commander rolled his eyes at Ren'er: "I beat your mother, and even the imperial army with the armored vehicle was beaten. Do you think that your son Taishang Laojun's possession is even worse than that of the imperial army?"
The second lieutenant of the Japanese second team swayed left and right and crawled quickly back to the armored vehicle, and his body suddenly swayed.
A bullet penetrated the anus from the back, the bullet hit the pelvis and then swirled, tearing open the abdominal cavity and leaving a large amount of water.
Maybe the muscles were not injured.
This guy immediately jumped eight feet high on the spot and let out a miserable howl that didn't sound like a human voice.
"No, the second lieutenant was shot, hurry up and rescue him!" The sergeant immediately waved his hand.
call out.
The arm was broken immediately
Commanders, grenadiers, machine gunners and other important targets were killed one after another. The Japanese observer finally discovered the clue: "Pay attention, there is an Eighth Route Army sharpshooter hidden in the rubble in the corner of the courtyard!"
The Japanese who lost the command of the lieutenant and second lieutenant were slightly confused.
the observer was heard shouting.
The well-trained and invincible Japs are in chaos and never collapse.
Grenades, light and heavy machine guns, and rifles immediately fired violently at the broken millstones and random rocks beside the wall of the west courtyard of the village.
The pseudo-regiment commander who had just left Taijun's headquarters was still frightened.
My heart sank as I watched the smoke gradually dissipate, revealing the scene near the Imperial Army headquarters covered with corpses, flesh, and blood.
If he hadn't come out to arrange for his men to attack, he might have ended up like the two Taijun lieutenants at this time!
Well, it seems that all the lieutenants of the Imperial Army are dead, and I can't be alone!
Gritting his teeth, he ruthlessly ordered his subordinates: "Quick, shoot me in the arm."
"What?" The confidant was stunned for a moment.
"Hurry up and give me a shot in the arm, otherwise I won't be able to explain."
The confidant is considerate: "After the arm is injured, it will be useless to play with swords and guns. I think it is better to spank the butt."
Another confidant seconded: "That makes sense."
"I think the Imperial Army's 38-meter cover has stronger penetrating power. How about borrowing one from the Imperial Army?"
The pseudo-regiment leader listened to the mutterings of his two subordinates with a dark face, and drew his pistol: "Use my small-caliber pistol."
boom.
"Ah" the pseudo-regiment leader let out a scream and jumped up from the trench.
"Hygienist, bandage it quickly!" Another confidant next to him quickly pushed the group leader down. Don't be targeted by the Eighth Route Army at this time.
The fake battalion commander next to him suddenly muttered: "It doesn't look bad to be shot in the butt, right?"
The confidant turned around and asked, "What did you say?"
"This will mean we are running away!"
"Then what do you mean?"
"I think a shot in the arm would be better."
"Fuck you." His left buttock was shot with two holes horizontally. The pseudo-regiment leader who had just finished bandaging kicked the proposed pseudo-battalion commander in the stomach: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? "
"You are shot so hard, the commander is a bullshit!" the fake battalion commander put on his big-brimmed hat.
"Captain, don't worry, no muscles or bones are injured, and there are no big blood vessels here." The man who fired the gun earlier shrank his neck.
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the group leader suddenly stopped moving. He must have fainted from the pain: "I was shot in the butt, does it hurt that much?"
The puppet battalion commander once again suggested: "Put another shot in the arm! The imperial army is not easy to fool."
So the pseudo-captain who fainted was shot again.
"Why are you looking at me?" The confidant looked wary.
"I don't want to lead an attack either," the pseudo-battalion commander cried sadly.
