Go back five minutes.
Lu Yingjun led more than 30 team members to quietly move close to the cliff behind the stone box stronghold.
The horses were tied up in a nearby grove.
The mountains in southeastern Shanxi are relatively barren. Even in summer, the mountains have a vast tone.
At the bottom of the cliff, everyone could even hear the muffled sound of the Japanese artillery above the cliff.
Approaching the bottom of the cliff, Lu Yingjun made a sign to the three team captains Wei Dayong, indicating that the first combat team would come first.
Wei Dayong, Duan Peng and the 10 members of the first combat team quickly took out the flying claw hook and climbing rope, shook it in their hands a few times and then threw it upward.
With a slight ding-ding-ding sound, the flying grappling hook firmly hooked onto the rock on the top of the cliff. Then the team members pulled the climbing rope hard to ensure that the flying grappling hook was completely fixed.
The first combat team held the rope with their hands and stepped on the rock wall, climbing up like agile apes.
These flying grappling hooks and climbing ropes were also seized from the Japanese and were very useful. The cliff at the end of Yangcun Village became the best rock climbing training site for the Sharp Sword Team.
The first ones to climb to the edge of the cliff were Wei Dayong and Duan Peng. They held the climbing rope with one hand and their heads and German MP40 popped out almost at the same time.
There are no Japanese sentries on the edge of the cliff. The Japanese artillery position is located 150 meters away from the cliff. Short grass and trees are irregularly distributed. Occasionally, there are a few thick trees blocking the Japanese's view of the cliff. .
Wei Dayong and Duan Peng grabbed the climbing rope and jumped lightly. They were already standing on the top of the cliff, and the members of the first team on both sides climbed up one after another.
Since the Japanese were not discovered by the Japanese, Wei Dayong took the first combat team and immediately went on alert to cover the second and third combat teams coming up.
The Japanese artillerymen were still firing frantically at the first battalion's position, unaware that the sickle of death was approaching their necks.
At the cliff, more than thirty team members were ready. As Lu Yingjun moved forward and signed forward, three combat teams formed a combat formation and moved towards the Japanese artillery position.
Since the Japanese artillerymen felt that it was absolutely safe, a Japanese team with only a dozen people around them was responsible for protection.
There are only about 100 gunners, artillerymen and Japanese guards.
The first person to discover the Eighth Route Army was a Japanese ammunition hand. He turned around with the ammunition box on his shoulders and saw multiple gray figures appearing in the grass of the artillery position.
It startled him.
Before he could cry out, a high-speed rotating bullet hit his head, and the huge impact made the Japs fall on his back.
Immediately afterwards, gunfire rang out sparsely, and there was no continuous fire, only the messy sound of single-shot gunfire.
Although the firepower was not intensive, a Japanese soldier fell down almost every time a gunshot was fired, and almost without exception, the Japanese were shot between the eyebrows.
More than a dozen Japanese guards were killed in one encounter, and the rest was to roll call the Japanese artillerymen one by one.
Most of the Japanese artillerymen were not equipped with weapons, and only a few were equipped with pistols. Unprepared, in front of the special forces who were all special shooters, they could only be massacred.
The entire battle lasted less than a minute, and the Japanese artillery was completely wiped out, leaving no one alive. The sharp sword unit successfully occupied the artillery position.
Four Type 92 infantry guns and four Type 97 81mm mortars were captured by the Sharp Sword Special Forces.
Behind each cannon, there are also many shell boxes placed.
Looking at 4 Type 92 infantry guns and 4 mortars.
"What should we do now?" Wei Dayong asked, holding a submachine gun, "Captain, shall we withdraw?"
"Captain, we can't withdraw!" Wang Xikui was anxious. This withdrawal meant blowing up these newly captured artillery pieces.
"Yes, we can't withdraw!" Li Changshun also said, "If the regiment commander knew that we blew up 8 cannons, would he be heartbroken?"
The three team captains and all the team members looked at Lu Yingjun.
Lu Yingjun was thinking quickly in his mind.
The Japs who lost their artillery positions would never be the opponents of the new regiment.
If you want to keep these cannons, you can only quickly occupy the commanding heights of Shixia Mountain, and attack the Shixia stronghold from both sides with the regiment commander.
But how can we inform the regimental commander as quickly as possible that the Japanese artillery position has been captured by us?
At this time, most of the Japanese in the stronghold already knew that something had happened to their artillery position, and the artillery position was still some distance from the top of the mountain. He needed to grab time.
Immediately, Lu Yingjun looked at several ammunition boxes on the ground.
Immediately, he ordered: "Monk, detonate the cannonballs in those boxes and send a message to the group leader and others."
"The rest of you will immediately occupy the commanding heights with me!"
"Yes!" Wei Dayong straightened up.
Lu Yingjun led his men towards the commanding heights of the mountain top.
Wei Dayong turned around and said: "Duan Peng, Wang Gensheng, you two each carry a box of artillery shells and follow me."
The three of them each moved a box of 70mm artillery shells to an open space, used bayonets to pry open the box, and put the nine artillery shells together.
"You two go farther away." Wei Dayong took out a big lump and said, "Be careful not to get hit by shrapnel."
"Captain, let me do it." Wang Gensheng quickly stopped Wei Dayong.
"Okay, come on, Gensheng." Wei Dayong said immediately knowing that Wang Gensheng was a great pitcher.
Wang Gensheng, Wei Dayong, and Duan Peng ran more than 30 meters toward the top of the mountain. Wang Gensheng took out a large gun, pulled the fire rope and threw it in the direction of the shell pile, then turned around and ran toward the top of the mountain without looking.
Look back with confidence.
The large tumor accurately landed on the pile of shells, followed by several loud "booms", and a mushroom cloud that turned into gunpowder smoke suddenly rose up.
Wei Dayong, Duan Peng and Wang Gensheng immediately ran to the top of the mountain.
The three of them were all excited when they smelled blood, fearing that all the Japanese would be killed.
Before Lu Yingjun and others could reach the top of the mountain, Li Yunlong, who heard the explosion and saw the smoke, ordered the artillery battery to fire at the Shixia stronghold.
The artillery shells landed on the Shixia stronghold one after another. The Japanese and puppet troops on the front slope had no time to reinforce the reverse slope. The sharp sword detachment took advantage of this opportunity to occupy the commanding heights and formed a condescending trend towards the Shixia stronghold.
Li Yunlong, who saw this scene through the telescope, couldn't help but curl up his lips: "It seems that the Sharp Sword Squadron not only completed the mission, but also captured the Japanese artillery."
"Haha... 4 Type 92 infantry guns and 4 mortars."
"Old Zhao, we are getting rich."
"How do you know that the Sharp Sword Squadron captured the Japanese cannon?" Zhao Gang also saw the Sharp Sword Squadron appearing on the top of the mountain in the scope.
"The reason is very simple." Li Yunlong said, "If the Japs blow up all the cannons before they die, there will definitely be more than just that little movement."
"What's more, if the Japanese blow up all the cannons, there will be no need for the Sharp Sword Squadron to occupy the commanding heights."
"Now that Lu Yingjun has occupied the commanding heights, it means that the sharp sword detachment is protecting those cannons."
"It seems to make sense." Zhao Gang nodded and said.
"Pass my order!" Li Yunlong turned around and shouted: "Push the infantry artillery and Italian artillery forward, aim at the Japanese gun towers and blast them!"
"The mortars come directly forward to provide artillery support to the Sharp Sword detachment!"
Li Yunlong knew with his toes that the Japanese would definitely counterattack and try to regain the artillery position.
The stone box stronghold that loses artillery support will only be eaten by a new group.
These members of the Sharp Sword Squadron are Li Yunlong's treasures. Every member of the team will not be replaced even by the battalion commander. Naturally, Li Yunlong will not be stingy with artillery shells.
After the Japanese lost their artillery position, the artillery battery of the new regiment no longer had any scruples and completely let go.
First, the infantry artillery and field artillery were pulled by mules toward the first battalion's position. A dozen mortars moved forward to the top of the slope to build an artillery position in front of the Japanese.
Here you can have a panoramic view of the entire front slope of the stone box stronghold, so the gunner can maximize his performance.
At the same time, inside the stone box stronghold.
The Eighth Route Army temporarily stopped shelling, allowing the Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold to take a breather.
After learning that the artillery position had been lost, Major Takeo Honda's mentality almost collapsed on the spot.
Takeo Honda thought that setting up the artillery position on the reverse slope would be foolproof, but he did not expect that the Eighth Route Army actually climbed up from the cliff.
Could it be that Ba Lu has three heads and six arms?
Can you climb up even a smooth cliff?
A staff officer came up quickly from the stairs and nodded to Takeo Honda: "Major, I have two pieces of news, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Takeo Honda said: "I want to hear the good news first."
The staff officer said: "The good news is that the flag soldiers reported that the Eighth Route Army did not blow up the mortars and infantry artillery!"
In order to convey messages conveniently and quickly, Honda Takeo's orders were conveyed by flag soldiers through flag language.
The enemy's shooting parameters and shooting parameters on the reverse slope were also conveyed by the observers and flag soldiers on the top of the mountain. After seeing the artillery position being attacked, the Eighth Route Army came to the top of the mountain again, and the Japanese observers and flag soldiers slipped away directly. .
"Yoshi!" Honda Takeo's face relaxed. As long as the Eighth Route Army didn't blow up the artillery, there was still a possibility of getting it back.
"What about the bad news?"
"The bad news is..." the staff officer paused and said, "The Eighth Route Army that attacked the artillery position has occupied the commanding heights of Shixia Mountain!"
Takeo Honda's face darkened and he asked: "How many troops are there in the Eighth Route Army attacking the artillery position?"
The staff officer said: "According to the observer's report, there are about 30 people in the Eighth Route Army, but these Eighth Route Army use automatic firepower and their marksmanship is extremely accurate."
"Our artillerymen and guards were all killed in less than a minute!"
"Baga!" Honda Takeo said angrily, "Organize soldiers immediately, eliminate this group of Eighth Route Army, and recapture the artillery position!"
"Hi!" The staff officer suddenly nodded, then walked towards the stairs, and soon disappeared into the stairwell.
Soon the Japanese army staff organized their troops, and a commando team composed of more than 100 Japanese and puppet soldiers attacked the top of the mountain with rifles.
Takeo Honda also walked out of the turret and used binoculars to observe the positions occupied by the Eighth Route Army at the commanding heights behind the stronghold.
The crossfire of one Type 92 heavy machine gun and two crooked light machine guns made the Eighth Route Army on the top of the mountain unable to lift their heads.
"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.
