Chapter 130: Boil a pot of steel broth!
Liao County seat, Japanese military police.
Imai Toshio's call was taken directly into the captain's office of military police captain Honda Takeo.
"Moxi Moxi, this is Takeo Honda!" Takeo Honda picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Reporting to the captain, I am Toshio Imai. The stone box stronghold was attacked by eight forces!" Toshio Imai was busy reporting on the phone.
"Nani?" Takeo Honda stood up suddenly and asked in shock, "How many troops are there on the Eighth Route Army? Are there any heavy weapons?"
Imai Toshio replied: "The strength is about one battalion. Two mortars have been found so far. The Eighth Route Army is digging trenches and building fortifications 800 meters away from the stronghold. It seems that they are preparing for a long-term siege. The firepower in the stronghold cannot reach the Eighth Route Army. I request tactical guidance. !”
"Imai-kun, don't attack without permission!" Takeo Honda narrowed his eyes slightly, "Reinforcements will arrive soon!"
"Hi!" Toshio Imai suddenly paused.
Then he hung up the phone. Imai Toshio breathed a sigh of relief. The captain did not give up the stone box stronghold.
In the office of the gendarmerie captain, Takeo Honda took out an accurate map of only Liao County, which was divided into two parts by a long road.
It is the Yuliao Highway that goes deep into the base area.
The Shixia stronghold is on the Yuliao Highway, only 5 kilometers away from the county seat. As long as the Eighth Route Army kills the Shixia stronghold, they can drive straight into the county seat.
Could it be that the Eighth Route Army wanted to attack the county?
Although there are several gun towers and checkpoints between Shixia stronghold and the county seat, it is wishful thinking to use these few gun towers to block the Eighth Route.
Immediately, Honda Takeo threw away this idea. With the equipment and firepower of the Eighth Route Army, it was simply a wishful thinking to capture the heavily defended county town.
Although Honda Takeo served as the captain of the military police in Liao County, he was also the captain of the Japanese Fourth Brigade.
The more than 700 Japanese soldiers under his command are all elites. Although more than 100 of them have been killed by the Eighth Route Army, there are still 600 left.
These 600 people also have to guard the stronghold, the city wall, and the gendarmerie. Only 400 Japanese troops can go into battle.
However, there are still more than 600 puppet troops in Liao County, of which 200 puppet troops are to assist the Japanese army in defending the county and strongholds. The total number of troops available for combat is about 800.
The Eighth Route Army has only one battalion, with a maximum of 400 people.
800 vs. 400, the advantage is mine.
At that moment, Honda Takeo called his staff to report the situation here to the Fourth Brigade, and immediately ordered the assembly of all capable soldiers.
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On the slope, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang looked through their telescopes and large-caliber sniper rifle scopes respectively. They saw the Japanese sentries sticking their heads out from the crenels to take a look in the direction of the trenches of the first battalion, and then quickly retracting, just like thieves. Similar.
Zhao Gang said: "Old Li, looking at this posture, the Japanese are probably asking for help."
"It's best to ask for help." Li Yunlong said, "If the Japanese don't ask for help, labor and management will directly take over this stronghold."
The goal of the new group today is to take down all the forts and strongholds outside Liao County.
The Japs and puppet soldiers in Liao County were all blinded outside the city.
After a pause, Li Yunlong said: "Huzi, inform Wang Chengzhu to have all the cannons set up by labor and management."
"Yes!" Huang Erhu walked towards the back.
Huang Erhu trotted up to Wang Chengzhu and said: "Captain Wang, the regiment commander asked me to inform you to set up all the cannons."
Wang Chengzhu nodded and said to the mortar squad: "You take the mortar and follow me."
I came to the reverse slope of the soil slope, found a fairly flat place, and then waved my hand in the direction of the grove.
The soldiers of the artillery company walked out of the grove one after another, leading the mules, horses and carts towards the slope.
The soldiers set up cannons on the reverse slope of the slope.
About 10 minutes later, the roar of a truck motor came from the direction of the county town.
Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang looked over quickly.
Only six trucks appeared in the field of vision. The trucks were loaded with Japanese soldiers with live ammunition, and there was a light machine gun with a crooked handle on the ceiling of the cab.
"The Japanese reinforcements have arrived." Zhao Gang said, "It looks like there are about 100 people."
"It should just be the vanguard." Li Yunlong said, "I guess there are more behind."
"I guess the Japs haven't had breakfast yet. Send me an order to have the artillery company prepare for bombardment. As soon as the Japs trucks stop, we'll fire on the workers."
"Let's use artillery shells to cook a pot of steel-stewing broth for the devils."
After Wang Chengzhu received the order, he immediately climbed to the top of the slope and used binoculars to observe where the Japanese truck might stop.
He quickly locked an open space between the trench and the stronghold. The Japanese reinforcements must enter the stronghold first, and they could only drive trucks in from the suspension bridge.
At that moment, Wang Chengzhu immediately used the thumb ranging method to calculate the distance between the mortar position and the open space, then returned to the artillery position and ordered the artillery to adjust and fire at Zhu Yuan.
Later, Wang Chengzhu returned to the slope and used binoculars to observe the movements of the Japanese trucks.
As he expected, as soon as the Japanese truck arrived, several puppet soldiers crept out from the gun tower to help their Japanese father build the suspension bridge.
The suspension bridge was quickly lowered by several puppet soldiers. After a while, the Japanese truck drove off the road and drove straight towards the stronghold.
Then six trucks filed from the suspension bridge to the stronghold, and drove to the open space in front of the stronghold. The first truck suddenly stopped, and the more than 20 Japanese soldiers on the truck leaned forward slightly.
When Wang Chengzhu saw this, he suddenly lowered his hand that had been raised backward: "Fire!"
This is the best time to fire. Wait until all the Japanese trucks stop before firing. Most of the Japanese will run into the stronghold. If you fire early, the Japanese trucks will be too scattered and the best artillery effect will not be achieved. As an experienced gunner, , Wang Chengzhu has very rich experience in gunfire.
Not all the Japs on the first Japs truck have jumped off yet, the second Japs truck has just stopped, and the last truck has just passed over the suspension bridge.
The Jaap in the second truck fell forward and was about to jump out when he heard a strange whistling sound in the air.
The sound passed over the highway, from far to near, and the expressions of these battle-hardened Japs changed drastically. As elite veterans, they certainly knew that the sound was the sound of high-speed flying projectiles piercing the air, and judging from the scream, , the impact point is very close to them...
The Japanese soldiers jumped out of the truck in panic. Even before the last three trucks stopped, the Japanese soldiers on the truck bed couldn't wait to jump out of the truck.
However, it was too late. The first round of artillery shells had already hit the five trucks. Amidst a rumbling explosion, the entire open space in front of the stronghold was filled with smoke and shrapnel flew across.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third rounds of shells hit the truck where the Japanese truck was located. With a thunderous explosion, the place where the Japanese truck stopped suddenly turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood splattered everywhere.
The Japs were badly bombed.
"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.
