After making a detailed combat plan at noon, Zhao Gang sent communications troops to send the plan to the brigade headquarters.
That night, I got a reply from the brigade headquarters.
The brigade commander personally called Li Yunlong and gave a short and domineering reply: Give the labor and management a hard beating.
On the night of the third day, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang led their troops to advance towards Qixian County.
Now that the Xinyi Regiment has become rich, Captain Li's character has become much more restrained. He has repeatedly told himself not to do things that violate disciplines such as disobeying orders and killing prisoners, otherwise once his hat is thrown off, the Xinyi Regiment's huge possessions will be cheap. Others, he has no place to cry.
Before the war, Li Yunlong personally went to Liao County to conduct a reconnaissance of the terrain and enemy situation. He talked to ordinary people who were familiar with the situation in the city, learned about the enemy's troop deployment in the city through the local party organization, and sent scouts from the Sword Special Forces Unit to sneak into the city and repeatedly Field reconnaissance.
Not to mention that he knew the Japanese and firepower deployment in Liao County very well, but he was pretty much the same.
Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang also made detailed calculations on the direction, time and route of the possible enemy reinforcements, and dispatched two companies of troops and an engineer platoon to monitor and block the possible attack directions of the reinforcement enemies Yushe and Heshun. .
At eight o'clock in the morning, the stone box stronghold outside Liao County.
Li Yunlong was lying on a dirt slope 1 kilometer away, raising a Zeiss 8x telescope to look at the stronghold.
This is a medium-sized stronghold. Under the plaster stands a large gun tower more than ten meters high. There are also jagged crenels on the top of the gun tower, showing the characteristics of the cold weapon era.
Two Japanese soldiers stood upright on the top of the gun tower with 38 rifles on their backs.
There is another small turret six or seven meters high, and two bunkers.
This stronghold was built halfway up the slope, guarding and monitoring the highway entering the county from a high position.
The two bunkers are located at the commanding heights on both sides of the stronghold. There are also machine gun positions built with sandbags next to the bunkers.
After all the artillery towers and strongholds on the highway were removed, various Japanese strongholds stepped up their guard, widened trenches, added barbed wire, hoarded supplies, and assumed a defensive posture.
The weather was good today, cloudless. Two thick plumes of smoke came out of the two chimneys in the stronghold, and the straight plumes of smoke shot straight into the sky.
Li Yunlong handed the binoculars to Zhao Gang and cursed.
"Damn it, labor and management haven't had breakfast yet."
"These devils and puppet soldiers are still in the mood to make a living. It really makes me angry."
"Huzi, go tell Wang Chengzhu to blow up the Japanese kitchen with mortars."
"Yes, leader!" Huang Erhu bowed and touched the back.
"Zhang Dabiao, Zheng Yu!" Li Yunlong shouted, "Take your first battalion, based on my place, 300 meters ahead and start building trenches and foxholes."
"Yes!" Zhang Dabiao also turned and left.
After a while, Huang Erhu came to the woods where the soldiers were hiding and found the artillery company commander Wang Chengzhu.
Huang Erhu said: "Captain Wang, the commander asked me to inform you to blow up the Japanese kitchen with mortars!"
"I know." Wang Chengzhu showed a sinister smile on his face. "Follow me, Class 3."
At that moment, Wang Chengzhu filed out of the woods with a mortar squad.
When they came to a flat ground under the slope, Wang Chengzhu pointed at the flat ground and said.
"Put up the mortar, quick, quick, quick!"
The soldiers moved ammunition and ammunition, set up cannons, and got busy in an orderly manner.
Although there were more than a dozen guns in the artillery battery, it was obvious that Li Yunlong did not want to show all his cards at once. Whoever showed his cards first in the card game would suffer.
At the same time, on the slope.
Zhao Gang set up the Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle.
Load 10 rounds of 12.7 mm bullets, and then press the magazine into the belly of the gun. With a crisp and pleasant click, the magazine is fixed.
Zhao Gang turned the optical sight and adjusted the magnification to the maximum. Looking through the cross of the optical sight, the figure of the Japanese suddenly became very large and very clear. It was even clearer than the 8x Zeiss telescope in Li Yunlong's hand. .
Zhao Gang smiled and said, "Lao Li, how about I make a bet with you?"
Li Yunlong's expression changed: "How to bet? What to bet on?"
Zhao Gang said: "I will use this gun to shoot the Japanese sentry on the cannon building. If I hit him, you are not allowed to drink for a month."
Li Yunlong gave a thumbs up and used the thumb distance measurement method to roughly measure the distance from here to the cannon tower.
"It has to be 1,200 meters. The bullet will shoot out in an arc." Li Yunlong asked, "What if you miss?"
"You can drink as much as you want within a month." Zhao Gang said, "I will never interfere. What do you think? Do you dare to gamble?"
"Why shouldn't I bet?" Li Yunlong snorted, "You can't hit it anyway."
You were lucky a few days ago and hit a tree trunk 1,000 meters away. The boss and the employer don't believe that you are so lucky this time.
Labor and management are determined to drink heavily this month.
Zhao Gang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took out a slender strip of cloth from his pocket, and tied it to a small tree about the thickness of his thumb. Then he looked at the direction in which the strip was blown by the wind and the arc of the swing. At that moment, he felt Once you have the bottom, open the safety and then push the bullet into the chamber, placing the butt of the gun against your shoulder.
Li Yunlong raised his telescope and stared at the top of the Japanese cannon.
Not long after, Li Yunlong heard a gunshot nearby.
Barrett's muzzle velocity was more than 800 meters per second, and at a distance of 1,200 meters, it took less than 2 seconds for the bullet to exit the chamber and hit the Japanese.
Then, through the field of view of the telescope, Li Yunlong saw that the head of a Japanese sentry on the top of the cannon building opposite was blown open.
It was really blown up, just like a watermelon hit by a large-caliber rifle bullet, it exploded directly.
Red and white splashed all over another Japanese sentry.
The Japanese sentry was stunned. His companion's head suddenly exploded in front of his eyes. Everyone was stunned.
It was not until a few seconds later that the sound of gunfire reached the stronghold. The Japanese sentry realized that it was an enemy attack, and immediately bowed down and blew the warning whistle.
Toot toot—
The rapid warning whistle sounded, and the Japanese and puppet troops panicked and ran towards the stronghold and gun towers in a hurry.
Some Japanese were defecating. When they heard the sound of gunshots and whistles, they didn't even bother to wipe their buttocks. They picked up their pants, picked up their rifles, and rushed out.
The two 60mm mortars of the artillery company have also been set up by the artillery.
Wang Chengzhu said: "The target is the kitchen of the Japanese stronghold, one test shot, let go!"
One of the gunners put the cannonball in his hand into the barrel, followed by a muffled thud.
boom--
The shell landed six or seven meters to the left of the kitchen and exploded, raising a mud mist more than two meters high.
The artillerymen quickly readjusted the mortar's firing parameters according to the impact point.
"Two rapid fire shots, let go!"
Li Yunlong looked stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Haha... It seems I have to stop drinking."
Immediately afterwards, a rumble came from the opposite stronghold.
Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang quickly looked towards the mortar position below the slope. After two muffled thumps, two mortar shells instantly rose into the sky.
The two of them turned their heads and looked towards the stronghold along the trajectory of the mortar shells across the sky.
A few seconds later, two shells accurately hit the kitchen of the stronghold. The Japanese kitchen instantly turned into a pile of rubble.
The two loud bangs came after several seconds.
Immediately afterwards, two more artillery shells were fired from the artillery position.
The Japanese kitchen is just an ordinary brick house made of bricks and stones. Just like an ordinary civilian house, it can be easily solved with a mortar shell.
The reason why we fired a few more shells was to tell the Japanese and puppet troops that your Eighth Route Army grandfather was here.
Zhang Dabiao led the first battalion to a position 800 meters away from the Japanese stronghold and started digging, making a gesture of planning to besiege the Shixi stronghold for a long time.
In the cannon building, Second Lieutenant Toshio Imai, the leader of the Japanese squad, was observing the situation outside through the shooting hole.
A Japanese sergeant ran up from downstairs, paused and said: "Captain, the Eighth Route Artillery bombarded the kitchen, Fujioka-kun and Yamashita-kun were killed!"
Imai Toshio's face turned dark suddenly. Eighth Route Army didn't even let him have breakfast. How arrogant!
At this time, several soldiers carried down the dead sentry upstairs. When Toshio Imai saw it, his head had been beaten off.
His face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
The puppet company commander rolled up from the stairs, shouting and running: "Taijun, Taijun, the Eighth Route Army is here and they are digging trenches outside."
A chubby translator translated the words of the puppet army commander to Toshio Imai.
"Nani?"
"Dig trenches?" Toshio Imai was shocked.
In the past, the stronghold was often harassed by the Eighth Route Army guerrillas. They either came for sneak attacks at night, or they came during the day to fire a few shots and then run away. Like the situation where the Eighth Route Army dug trenches as soon as they arrived, this was the first time that Toshio Imai encountered it. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
When he ran to the top of the gun tower and glanced at the Eighth Route Army soldiers digging in the distance, Imai Toshio's expression changed slightly.
The sentry on the turret had just been killed, and also by a large-caliber gun. Toshio Imai did not dare to stay on the top of the turret any longer.
At that moment, Toshio Imai bowed and returned to the gun tower for the third time, and angrily ordered: "Shoot, shoot!"
The Japanese machine gunner in the turret immediately pressed the weight of the Type 92 heavy machine gun. With the shaking of the gunfire, the shooting hole of the turret spurted out tongues of flame.
The small artillery tower, two bunkers, and two heavy machine gun fire points built with sandbags opened fire one after another, and machine gun bullets poured like rain towards the Eighth Route Army's location.
However, at this distance, the machine gun bullets spread out widely, making it difficult to hit as long as you are slightly concealed, and the power of the machine gun bullets is also greatly reduced.
From the shooting hole, I saw that a round of light and heavy machine gun fire had little effect. Then I carefully visually inspected the distance and position with the Eighth Route Army. I found helplessly that all the attacks on the stronghold were powerless against the Eighth Route Army. Although the stronghold's light and heavy machine gun firepower was very powerful, But there is not even a mortar. There are some grenade launchers, but the grenade launchers are simply out of reach at this distance.
"Cunning Tobali!" Toshio Imai felt as if he had ants crawling on his body.
He quickly walked to the phone, pushed the phone soldier away, grabbed the phone and shook it vigorously a few times, then put the phone to his ear.
"Moxi Moxi, this is the Shixia stronghold. Please pick up the Liao County Gendarmerie immediately!"
"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.
