The Japanese and puppet troops were also confused.
There are strongholds outside the city, including gun towers and bunkers, as well as Japanese and Imperial Alliance troops cleaning the battlefield.
Also, the defenders on the south wall are all blind?
Are the weapons in their hands and the light and heavy machine guns placed on the city walls all fire sticks?
Why were the militants allowed to easily capture the southern city wall?
The Japanese and puppet troops did not line up and rush forward together.
Instead, some used bunkers to gradually advance, and some climbed to the roof, trying to move light and heavy machine guns to the commanding heights to suppress fire.
Others carried sandbags and built them up as positions, setting up light and heavy machine guns, while others were setting up mortars and grenade launchers.
However, what the Japanese and puppet soldiers did could not be concealed from the dozens of eyes on the fifteen-meter-high city wall.
Lu Yingjun and the others had already seen all the little tricks of the Japanese and puppet troops.
"Gensheng continues to burn the bunker below!"
"Wang Xikui, Li Changshun, and Cao Jinwang are my artillerymen aiming at the enemy!"
"The rest of you, don't save your ammunition, just give me a life-threatening greeting!"
"Hit me!"
The Japanese and puppet troops had entered 100 meters of the city wall, and Lu Yingjun gave the order to fire without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, intensive gunshots rang out like exploding beans.
Machine guns fired at each other above and below the city, causing sand and rocks to fly. The Japanese's four mortars only made two test fires, and the Japanese's artillery was shot in the head by snipers one after another.
The grenadier soldiers hid behind bunkers and fired grenades at the city wall, but their accuracy was very low.
The team members brought by Lu Yingjun were all equipped with automatic firepower. They also captured eight light and heavy machine guns on the city wall with sufficient ammunition.
The snipers killed the Japanese artillery, and the Japanese in the city posed little threat to the city wall.
The soldiers hid behind the crenellations of the city wall, stuffed the barrels of their guns into the machine gun holes and fired downwards. They had an excellent view from a high position.
Takeda Nobutada ordered the puppet troops in front and the Japanese troops in the back to launch an attack on the city wall in an attempt to recapture the city wall.
Under the heavy rain of bullets, the Japanese and puppet troops retreated hastily, leaving behind more than forty corpses.
On the other side of the south city wall, Wang Gensheng and several soldiers moved oil drums from the gun tower and sprinkled the gasoline inside on the two bunkers at the foot of the city.
Then they each dropped a grenade at the bunker. With a bang, smoke and fire burst out at the same time, and the bunker instantly burst into flames.
Wang Gensheng and the others spilled a lot of gasoline, and some flowed into the bunker along the shooting holes, and the fire gradually spread to the inside of the bunker.
Soon, the Japanese and puppet soldiers inside could not bear the scorching heat and ran out of the bunker one after another.
Wang Gensheng and the soldiers used submachine guns to name the Japanese and puppet troops one by one on the city wall.
"Stop shooting!" Lu Yingjun shouted as he watched the Japanese and puppet troops being repelled.
Sixty pairs of sharp eyes stared at the escaping Japanese and puppet soldiers, their eyes filled with murderous intent, like sixty cheetahs.
The more than thirty members of the Sharp Sword Special Forces are all warrior kings, and the more than twenty commandos are all elite veterans of the new regiment.
With sophisticated weapons, sufficient ammunition, and favorable terrain, the combat effectiveness unleashed is undoubtedly terrifying.
"Captain, if you ask me, let's just rush into the city and kill all these Japs and puppet troops to save us the trouble." Wei Dayong cursed.
"No!" Lu Yingjun's tone left no room for doubt, "The order given to us by the regiment leader is to guard the south city wall. An order is an order!"
"This task is too easy." Wei Dayong curled his lips disdainfully.
Lu Yingjun said.
"The group leader naturally has the group leader's considerations."
"Our equipment is good, and our individual combat effectiveness is indeed high."
"But just like us No. 60, once we abandon the city wall and enter the city, we will start a street fight with the Japanese."
"The Japs still have troops outside the city. They can use the phone to mobilize troops directly from outside the city to join forces. Then we will be attacked from both sides."
"Moreover, the enemies in the city can divide their forces and go out through other city gates, and then go around from the south gate to come behind us."
"Even if we divide our forces, with some guarding the city wall and some going into the city to fight the enemy in the streets, our troops are too small and it will only increase our casualties."
"The head of the group has said that we will not do any loss-making business."
When Wei Dayong heard that there were so many more Dao in it, he immediately nodded and said: "I understand!"
Lu Yingjun patted Wei Dayong on the shoulder, walked back, and used a telescope to observe the direction of Nanzhuang Village.
Standing on the city wall, I saw smoke filling the sky in the direction of the Nanzhuang Village stronghold. It seemed that the main force of the new group had arrived.
At the same time, Nanzhuang Village stronghold.
Li Yunlong has arrived with his troops.
After Sun Desheng led the temporary cavalry battalion to deal with the Japanese and puppet troops cleaning the battlefield outside, he dismounted and attacked the Nanzhuang Village stronghold.
The attacking force almost succeeded, but fell short due to the arrival of Japanese reinforcements.
Takeda Nobutada ordered most of the Japanese and puppet troops in the artillery towers and bunkers outside the city to support the Nanzhuang Village stronghold.
Takeda knew very well that the Nanzhuang Village stronghold was a barrier to the county seat. Once the Nanzhuang Village stronghold was lost, the Eighth Route Army could march straight in and capture the county seat.
Li Yunlong bowed to the forward position of Nanzhuang Village, where Sun Desheng was directing the battle.
"Sun Desheng, please report the situation." Li Yunlong raised his telescope and asked.
"Reporting to the captain, there were not many enemies in the stronghold originally, and we almost succeeded. However, the enemy's reinforcements came quickly and my attacking troops were repulsed." Sun Desheng replied.
Li Yunlong nodded.
Although the temporary cavalry battalion has relatively strong light machine gun firepower and two 60mm mortars, it is still very difficult to storm this stronghold.
When enemy reinforcements arrived, there was no way it could be taken down without more than 100 casualties.
"Set up the machine guns and the 92nd Infantry Cannon for me!" a rough voice yelled.
From behind, Wang Chengzhu immediately said: "The gun mount, gun wheel, and cradle, quickly take them off and put them on this rack!"
Following the orders of Li Yunlong and Wang Chengzhu, more than a dozen soldiers installed the infantry cannon's mount, gun wheel and cradle on horseback at the location designated by Wang Chengzhu.
The removal of parts and installation were done in one go, taking less than 4 minutes in total.
Since the Type 92 infantry gun was captured, the soldiers in charge of the squad have practiced this set of actions countless times and are very familiar with it.
About 4 minutes later, a complete Type 92 infantry gun stood on the preset artillery position.
As for the four machine guns, they were dragged directly from Jianshan Tsui by military horses and had already been aimed at the bunker of the stronghold.
Whether it is machine gun or infantry artillery, they are all located 800 meters away from the stronghold.
This distance can almost ignore the enemy's rifle, and even the Type 92 heavy machine gun can hardly hit anyone.
Although machine guns and infantry guns have protective shields, they also need to protect against Japanese grenades.
The enemy cannot hit them, but machine guns and infantry guns can easily hit the enemy's defenses at this distance.
"Report to captain, there are machine guns and infantry artillery on the 8th Route!"
The sentry observing at the top of the turret passed the news to the Japanese second lieutenant.
"Nani?"
"Machine guns and infantry guns?"
The Japanese second lieutenant exclaimed on the spot.
The Japanese field troops are also equipped with Type 98 machine guns for air defense, so many Japanese are familiar with machine guns.
I know the machine gun, so I know its power very well.
The Japanese are very familiar with the 92 Infantry Artillery. It is one of the best supporting firepower for infantry.
Can these small turrets and bunkers withstand repeated bombardments from machine guns and 92nd Infantry Artillery?
Damn it, when did Tubalu's equipment become so good?
The Japanese second lieutenant hurriedly grabbed the phone on the table, quickly shook the handle, and then put the phone to his ear: "Moxi Moxi, please call the military police headquarters immediately!"
But Takeshima Suda's phone was also very busy at this time, and there was a blind beeping signal that the line was busy.
County seat, military police headquarters.
Takeshima Suda was on the phone, and the person talking to him was Tsuda Mitake, the commander of the Japanese Fourth Brigade in Yangquan.
"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, the Eighth Route Army suddenly appeared and occupied the southern city wall!"
"The firepower of the Eighth Route Army is very fierce, all using automatic firepower!"
"Neither the military police nor the Imperial Army led by me captured it."
"According to reports from the Nanzhuang Village stronghold, a large number of Eighth Route Army troops have also appeared there and are besieging the Nanzhuang Village stronghold."
"Current signs indicate that the Eighth Route Army is likely to attack the county on a large scale!"
"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, please provide tactical guidance!"
The so-called request for tactical guidance is a blunt and arrogant statement made by the Japanese army.
This means that the battle situation has exceeded expectations and is beyond what Takeshima Suda can handle, but he does not dare to just walk away.
At this time, you need to find someone with a higher level to take responsibility.
In other words, I have requested tactical guidance, and the next step is to act according to the order. If anything happens again, it will not be my responsibility.
Takeshima Suda was also puzzled. The equipment of the Eighth Route Army seemed to be too good.
The all-automatic firepower made it more difficult to recapture the city wall several times.
"Nani?" Mitake Tsuda asked in shock upon hearing this, "Where is the Kuroshima Cavalry Regiment?"
Takeshima Suda quickly said: "The stronghold of Nanzhuang Village was attacked by the Eighth Route Army in the morning. Captain Kuroshima sent the 1st Cavalry Squadron to support. The 1st Cavalry Squadron was wiped out by the sudden appearance of the 8th Route Cavalry. Colonel Kuroshima led the main force of the cavalry to pursue it. The Eighth Route Cavalry has not returned yet!”
"Nani? The 1st Cavalry Squadron was completely wiped out by the Eighth Route Cavalry? Did Kuroshima Morita lead his troops to pursue the Eighth Route Cavalry?"
"Baga! Why are you reporting these situations now?"
Tsuda Mitake's first reaction was that the Black Island United had fallen into the Eighth Route Army's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.
"I thought Colonel Kuroshima would report this to you!" Takeshima Suda said this, but he couldn't help snoring in his heart. Kuroshima Morita went out to pursue the Eighth Route Cavalry without even saying hello. How could I dare to jump over the rank and fight? His little report? Isn't that a slap in the face to Colonel Kuroshima? Captain Kuroshima will have his own fruit to enjoy when he comes back?
Mitake Tsuda was also yelling at that idiot Kuroshima Morita. He couldn't even figure out such a simple plan to lure a tiger away from the mountain?
Mitake Tsuda asked: "How many troops does the Eighth Route Army have? What equipment?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
