Liu Changzhong thought for a while and it seemed to be the truth. If Lin Zhong's army had such an artillery unit, he would not believe it.
Then he lowered his head and sighed helplessly. Although the equipment of the Eighth Route Army has developed rapidly during this period, it is still far behind the Jinsui Army. It is difficult to imagine how the two armies will fight in the future.
I just hope that day comes later.
In less than half an hour, Lao Chen led his troops to severely damage the Japanese rear, temporarily weakening the Japanese offensive on Xiong'er Mountain.
Lin Zhong naturally had a panoramic view of all this on the mountainside, but he was not sure which troops were coming for reinforcements.
At this moment, Lin Zhong suddenly heard a burst of gunfire from the mountain behind Xiong'er Mountain!
Yan Laoxi suddenly became nervous.
"what happened!"
"Are there any enemies behind you? Quick, guard camp!"
Lin Zhong smiled and said, "Sir, there is no need to be nervous."
"I think there are some miscellaneous fish in the back. I have already sent someone to deal with them."
After listening, Yan Laoxi felt relieved.
...
In the back mountain, Yan Shuangying's special team was fighting with Yamamoto's special team.
Hundreds of people were shooting wildly in the dense forest, and the figures were like ghosts.
If ordinary soldiers saw it, they would have been frightened. Hundreds of figures jumped back and forth in the dense forest and relied on a few huge rocks as bunkers to exchange fire.
For a time, both sides suffered casualties and could not tell the winner.
Xiaopangzang took a handful of Thomson and hid behind a boulder, "Hey, captain, I've been wanting to kill these idiots for a long time!"
"I heard from the division commander that these bastards had sneak attack on the headquarters of our Eighth Route Army before, and they almost succeeded!"
"Captain, can you hand over that piece of shit Yamamoto to me later!"
"Let's see if I can kill him!"
Yan Shuangying nodded.
Fortunately, Lin Zhong sent Yan Shuangying here, otherwise this unit would have been in trouble if it had penetrated the headquarters halfway up the mountain to sneak attack on several senior officials.
Lin Zhong, Yan Laoxi, Chu Yunfei, if one of them died in Xiong'er Mountain, the world would be turned upside down.
If Yan Laoxi, as the commander-in-chief of the Second War Zone, died in Xiong'er Mountain, the situation of the Shanxi-Sui Army would probably have undergone earth-shaking changes.
As the principal's beloved disciple, Chu Yunfei was given high hopes. If he really died here, he might lead troops directly from the mountain city.
Of course, it goes without saying that Lin Zhong, the person Yan An named to protect, Lin Zhong died here and it took less than a week for the other side to dare to bring troops over.
As the memory fragments merged, many memories were evoked again.
Only then did Lin Zhong realize that his role for those people was much more important than he thought.
In the past, when the Daxue Mountains were besieged by the enemy and there was a shortage of food, and several top commanders were unfortunately lost and about to starve to death, it was the child who found them alone and distributed his only handful of rice to everyone.
When crossing the grass, Lin Zhong, who was barely taller than an adult's waist, forcefully picked up an injured boss and pulled him out of the pile of dead people.
...
Countless times, he sent intelligence to the army under artillery fire.
Once he was captured by the enemy and was tortured. He was covered in blood and not a word was revealed. He escaped with his life and crawled out of the dead again.
The last time he was unfortunately separated from the army, he joined the army in northwestern Shanxi. He was from a humble background and worked his way up to the platoon leader who was transferred to Li Yunlong's new regiment. Later, because he was transferred to the regiment leader, it was necessary to investigate his background information.
Only then was he rediscovered by Yan'an again.
After confirming that he was the child back then, many senior officials in Yan'an shed excited tears and stayed up all night. It was difficult to repay the great kindness of the past, and the fate of the army without him in the past was unpredictable.
...
Yamamoto's special agent team was also hiding behind a few boulders at this time, each one gritting his teeth.
"idiot!"
"How did they find us!"
"These bastards are better than us in terms of marksmanship and agility!"
Vice-captain Kudo shouted through gritted teeth.
Yamamoto looked angry. He knew that the plan to sneak attack the headquarters was probably impossible, but even so, the enemy's special agent team must be severely damaged.
"It's unbelievable. According to intelligence, we know that Lin Zhong also has a special agent team. I think this is it."
"I didn't expect that such difficult conditions as those of the Eighth Route Army could actually produce such a troop." Yamamoto said solemnly, then raised his head.
The moment he showed his head, he was immediately shot by a submachine gun. He immediately retracted his head, sweating profusely.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.
Yan Shuangying looked at the huge rocks that the enemy was hiding from with a cold look on his face.
"hide?"
"Demolition team, enter!"
With a wave of their hands, several soldiers violently threw C4 away.
The moment it landed!
boom!
Yamamoto: "Hidden!"
The rocks are shattered!
Without their bunker, the two sides exchanged fire again.
"Little fat man, I may not be able to leave Yamamoto to you anymore."
After Yan Shuangying finished speaking, he turned into a ghost again and entered the special agent team.
With two guns in hand, it's like the god of death is alive.
See you again a quarter of an hour later. All 200 members of Yamamoto's special team were lying on the ground, and only Yamamoto was escorted off.
On the other hand, our own special team suffered some casualties, Fatty was slightly injured, and Lao Yan's clothes were slightly dirty.
Yamamoto was forced to his knees, and when he looked up again at the man in black leather robes in front of him, his eyes were filled with fear.
"ghost!"
"you are not human!"
"you are not human!"
Yamamoto felt that there was something wrong with his mental state.
After finishing speaking, Xiaopang covered the bullet hole in his stomach and slapped it, "You are not a human being!"
"If you dare to scold our captain, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
Yamamoto was about to cry. He believed it. Of course he believed it. The man in black in front of him was so damn outrageous!
He doesn't need to change the magazine, he doesn't need to change the magazine at all! Use the pistol as a machine gun!
Also, he just rushed over in a swish! Who knows!
Yamamoto was trembling. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of ghosts!
Yan Shuangying shook his head and smiled, why do some people always say that they are ghosts?
Is there a problem if I change the magazine faster? Is there any problem with slightly faster speed?
"Let's go, take him to see the teacher!"
"It's the captain!"
...
Not long after, Yamamoto was escorted to Lin Zhong.
A group of officers in the command room halfway up the mountain looked at Yamamoto who was pressed up with strange expressions on their faces.
Lin Zhong stepped forward, took a look at Yamamoto and stepped on him on the ground.
"Bullshit! You dared to attack our Eighth Route Army headquarters back then? How dare you!"
Yamamoto wanted to curse, but he had already been slapped in the mouth by the monk before he entered the door. It was this guy whose troops killed his brother in the prisoner of war camp.
Lin Zhong took out a gun and put it on his head. When he was about to shoot, he suddenly had a new idea.
"Monk! Go, stuff this thing into the barrel and send it back to the little devil! It's unlucky for me to die like this!"
The monk looked ruthless and said, "Yes!"
Suddenly, a news came from here!
Lao Li was seriously injured!
He had been taken to the rear medical camp and was being cared for by Xiaoda.
