At midnight, outside the Chenjiagou stronghold.
Behind a dirt slope one kilometer away from the stronghold.
Zhang Dabiao raised his telescope and looked towards the stronghold. The beams from the two searchlights were like a huge stick, shining in all directions.
The illumination distance of the searchlight is only about 400 meters, but even with the illumination light, the Japanese sentries can see up to 200 meters, which is good.
While observing, Zhang Dabiao asked a soldier next to him: "Xiao Wang, have you noticed anything in the past two days?"
"Report to the battalion commander that except for about 100 Japanese soldiers entering the Chenjiagou stronghold, there is no other situation."
"That's good." Zhang Dabiao put down the telescope and said to Wang Chengzhu, "Captain Wang and Captain He, you can set up the cannon."
"Yes!" Artillery company commander Wang Chengzhu and machine gun company commander He Jie responded in unison, turned and left.
All seven machine guns of the machine gun company were brought, as were the 60 mortars, 92 infantry guns, and 75mm field guns of the artillery company.
He Jie quickly selected the machine gun position, a flat area 800 meters away from the stronghold.
The effective range of the Oerlikon cannon is 914 meters, and 800 meters is also the effective range of the Type 92 heavy machine gun. However, the cannon has a protective shield, which can effectively block the bullets fired by the Japanese light and heavy machine guns.
"The gun mount, the two gun wheels, and the cradle, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Wang Chengzhu shouted in a low voice from the artillery position not far from the machine gun battery.
Behind him, more than twenty soldiers were unloading the mounts, wheels, and cradles of field guns and infantry guns from mule carts or mule backs, and installing them at designated locations one by one.
The naked cannon of this Italian field gun weighs 1160kg. Although it has iron wheels, it is very inconvenient to walk on mountain roads. It is disassembled and handed over to mules and horses to carry it.
After arriving at the battlefield, it was reassembled. Although the 92 Infantry Cannon was relatively light, it was also handed over to mules and horses, which greatly saved the soldiers' physical strength.
More than a dozen muscular soldiers quickly unloaded the field artillery from the mules.
Looking at the movements of the field artillery squad, Wang Chengzhu nodded without any trace.
When he selected artillerymen, he almost always chose strong soldiers.
"The gun scope," said the field gun squad leader, "Be careful, whether you can shoot accurately or not depends entirely on it!"
I saw that the artillery soldiers moved quickly and without any sloppiness. Even in the darkness, the 75mm field gun was quickly assembled by the soldiers in the dark.
Five minutes later, a 75mm field gun and a 70cm infantry gun stood on the artillery position.
On one side of the position, more than ten 60mm mortars have been set up, with the muzzles pointed directly in the direction of the stronghold, and even the shooting elements have been adjusted.
At the rear of the team, soldiers from the ammunition platoon unloaded various artillery shells from mule carts or mule backs and placed them three meters behind the gun emplacement.
The main gunners of the infantry artillery squad and the field artillery squad clung to the gun mirror, quickly rotated the cradle, and the elevation of the gun barrel slowly rotated, pointing towards the Japanese gun tower.
The searchlights that sweep around on the turret provide the gunner with good shooting parameters.
The second gunner behind him brought the shells, and the third gunner took them and stuffed them into the barrel, then closed the gate.
"Report to the battalion commander!"
"Field artillery ready!"
"Infantry artillery ready!"
"Mortars ready!"
"Cannon ready!"
100 meters away from the front of the artillery position, Zhang Dabiao and his soldiers were prostrate, covering a large area of darkness. The messenger came up from behind with a rifle to report.
Listening to the messenger's report, not only Zhang Dabiao, but also the veterans of the first battalion were speechless.
Just a few months ago, the entire New Regiment only had three mortars. In the past three months, the New Regiment had everything from mortars, machine guns, field artillery and infantry artillery.
There are a lot of them, and there are enough artillery shells. This is simply a battle of wealth.
"Okay!" Zhang Dabiao's voice was heavy and powerful, "Give me the order and fire freely."
"Yes!" The ordering soldier touched back.
After the messengers left, Zhang Dabiao raised the corner of his mouth and said loudly to the soldiers: "Let's not be anxious yet, we have more than twenty cannons to cover us."
"Let the cannonballs fly for a while!"
Now that the rear cannon has been set up, it will be fine even if the Japanese find it.
This place is about 700 meters away from the stronghold, and the machine gun bullets have become very scattered, posing little threat to the soldiers.
Zhang Dabiao took out his shell gun, loaded the bullet, and put his hand on his head, ready to throw his hat at any time.
In the rear, machine gun company commander He Jie and artillery company commander Wang Chengzhu both received orders to fire freely.
"fire!"
"fire!"
There was no hesitation at that moment, and the order to fire was given almost at the same time with a roar.
The whistling sound of artillery shells flying through the air instantly tore apart the quiet night sky. The first dozen or so shells fired fell into the Chenjiagou stronghold. The metal projectiles with the smell of death streaked through the air and made a horrifying thunder-like explosion. , the Chenjiagou stronghold was immediately shrouded in fireballs and smoke.
Zhang Dabiao and the soldiers lay close to the ground, turning their heads slightly, looking above their heads and then at the stronghold opposite.
The shells fired by artillery of various types streaked through the night sky with orange-red trajectories as dense as hail visible to the naked eye.
In order to achieve the suddenness of shooting, the mortars did not conduct test firing in advance, but directly covered the stronghold with artillery fire.
Field artillery and infantry artillery fired accurately at the gun towers.
The Chenjiagou stronghold suddenly fell into panic. Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers were running around in the stronghold. Many Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers were directly killed by artillery shells.
A flare was fired from the stronghold, illuminating the surrounding area for a kilometer like daylight.
"Taijun, Taijun, there are all kinds of people outside!"
"It's completely dark, and there are a lot of cannons!"
"Looking at this situation, I'm afraid a division from the Eighth Route Army has arrived. Please quickly ask for help from the county seat, Taijun!"
In the main gun building of Chenjiagou, the puppet company commander, wearing a yellow leather military uniform and carrying a rifle holster across his body, used the flare to see the dark area of the Eighth Route Army outside. He was so frightened that he dropped his binoculars and ran to the enemy in a crawl. The ensign came forward.
In the perception of the puppet company commander, not to mention a regiment of the Eighth Route Army, even a brigade of the Eighth Route Army did not have such powerful artillery fire.
"Baga! Why are you panicking?" the Japanese second lieutenant scolded and shouted to the machine gunner, "shoot, shoot!"
After the assistant shooter pressed the bullet plate on the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the main shooter immediately pushed the bullet into the chamber, and then pressed the firing iron. The heavy machine gun immediately started to tremble, and he fired randomly at the outside without caring about the target. As if the sound of heavy machine gunfire could embolden people.
At the same time, the light and heavy machine guns in the small turret and the bunker that formed an angle with the big turret also screamed wildly, spitting out long tongues of flame.
The Japanese second lieutenant seemed calm, but in fact he was panicking.
boom……
A 70mm artillery shell hit the cannon building and exploded. Although the shot did not penetrate the five-story cannon building made of fire bricks, it blasted a basin-sized hole in the outer wall of the cannon building.
The whole gun building was shaken for a while. The Japanese second lieutenant and the puppet company commander who were standing inside collapsed on the ground. The explosion of the artillery shell hitting the gun building was like a drum beating in the ears, making everyone in the gun building The heads of the Japanese and puppet soldiers were buzzing.
The Japanese second lieutenant stood up hurriedly, walked to the phone, picked up the phone and quickly turned the handle.
Then put it to his ear: "Moxi moxi, moxi moxi!"
The Japanese second lieutenant looked happy: "Please help me pick up the Liao County Gendarmerie immediately!"
After a while, the call was connected. Kato Jiro spoke very fast and in a panic-stricken voice: "This is the Chenjiagou stronghold. I am Kato Jiro. This place was attacked by eight groups. Please support me immediately. Please support me immediately!"
"Nani? How many people are coming from the Eighth Route Army? What equipment do they have?"
"The Eighth Route Army has about one regiment, carrying a large number of mortars and infantry artillery!"
Just after hanging up the phone, Kato Jiro immediately shook the handle again and waved to the Yushe County Military Police, using the same words as before.
The puppet company commander knew some Japanese. When he saw Kato Jiro hanging up the phone, he quickly asked in a tearful tone: "Taijun, there is clearly a brigade coming from the Eighth Route, why did you only say one regiment?"
Kato Jiro cursed faintly in broken Chinese.
"Baga, you idiot!"
"There are four to five thousand people in each brigade of the Eighth Route Army. Do the county gendarmerie dare to come to help?"
"Hey, Taijun is wise, Taijun is wise!" The puppet company commander thought the same thing, rolled his eyes, and said quickly.
"I will go down and let my brothers kill the Eighth Route Army. When the county reinforcements arrive, we will definitely wipe out the Eighth Route Army!"
He was flattering and expressing his opinions, but what he was thinking in his heart was to run away immediately if the battle situation went bad. It was important to save his life.
The Chenjiagou stronghold was built on the edge of a highway cliff. Although it could effectively defend against enemies from both front and rear, it also cut off one's retreat. However, this did not stop the puppet troops, who were desperate for survival, from hiding secretly on the edge of the cliff. Once you have the rope ready, immediately apply oil on the soles of your feet as soon as you notice something is wrong.
There are more than thirty puppet troops in the cannon building, all stationed on the second floor.
After saying that, the puppet company commander walked to the second floor. Because of panic, he even fell down when going down the stairs.
Seeing the panic of the puppet company commander, a sergeant next to him approached Kato Jiro and said: "Squad captain, at this critical moment, these guys from the Imperial Alliance Army may not be reliable, do you want them?"
As the Japanese soldier spoke, he made a motion of wiping his neck.
Kato Jiro's eyes flashed sharply and he nodded slightly: "Katsumura-kun, take two soldiers to see the Imperial Alliance Army. If they dare to act abnormally, they will be executed immediately!"
"Hi!" The Japanese sergeant ordered two soldiers and hurried toward the second floor with his rifle.
boom--
An infantry artillery shell hit the outer wall of the cannon building again. The three Japanese soldiers rolled down the stairs as the cannon building shook violently.
"Report to the squad leader!" The sentry on the top of the turret hurriedly ran down and reported, "The small turret has been destroyed by the cannon!"
"Nani?" Kato Jiro said urgently, and quickly moved to the shooting hole, preparing to observe the situation of the small gun tower.
Suddenly, the head of the Japanese machine gunner operating the Type 92 heavy machine gun exploded without warning. It really exploded. The whole head was gone. It was so red and white that it sprayed all over Kato Jiro's face. The headless body was uncontrollable. Falling to the ground, the Japanese deputy shooter turned pale with fright when he saw this scene.
Kato Jiro turned around and saw bullet holes as thick as a bowl on the inner wall of the turret. His eyes suddenly widened with horror on his face.
"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.
