The frontline headquarters of the new regiment issued an order for artillery bombardment.
As Lu Yingjun roared at the radio communication machine, the sound of gunfire instantly tore through the quiet air.
The first 12 rounds of artillery shells fired from the mountain artillery camp fell from the same direction outside the west gate of Yangquan City.
Metal projectiles carrying the aura of death pierced the air and made a horrifying whistling sound, and the west gate of Yangquan City was immediately plunged into a sea of smoke and fire.
In order to achieve the suddenness of the artillery bombardment, the mountain artillery battalion did not conduct pre-test firings, but determined the firing parameters with precision methods, striving to make the first batch of artillery shells severely damage the Japanese army.
Mitake Tsuda, commander of the 4th Brigade, was holding a telescope to observe the battlefield situation, when a red flare suddenly rose in the field of view of the telescope.
Then countless tongues of flames suddenly burst out from the Eighth Route Army's position. These tongues of flames whipped toward the attacking Japanese troops like whips, and the Japanese troops at the front fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, two attacking tanks were hit by bullets and burst into flames, making Tsuda Mitake's face instantly darken.
While thinking about why this Tubalu had such powerful firepower, Tsuda Mitake suddenly heard a strange whistling sound in the air.
The sound passed over Lion Rock, from far to near.
The battle-hardened Mitake Tsuda suddenly turned pale.
As a professional soldier, he certainly knew better than others that this sound was caused by high-speed projectiles cutting through the air.
"Not good!" Mitake Tsuda was immediately pushed down by the guards next to the armored vehicle.
However, it was already too late. The first batch of artillery shells had already landed in front of Yangquan City. Amidst the explosions that shook the earth and the mountains, the entire city gate was filled with smoke and shrapnel flew across the city.
A 75mm caliber grenade landed right next to the armored vehicle, blowing Mitake Tsuda and his two guards into a pink mist.
Even the armored vehicle was overturned by the blast of air. When the smoke cleared, Tsuda Mitake and the two guards disappeared.
The two trucks were blown into scrap metal and burst into flames. The Japanese guards who were on guard around them suffered heavy casualties.
Kurosawa Shoji, who was urging the soldiers to attack from the front, was pushed to the ground by the guards when the first batch of artillery shells landed, and then he jumped up from the ground suddenly.
Kurosawa Shoji looked in the direction of the city gate and rushed over desperately.
The Japanese artillerymen noticed something was wrong the moment they heard the whistling sound of artillery shells, and saw the shells falling 500 meters behind and hitting the brigade commander.
The Japanese artillery captain noticed something was wrong and immediately ordered the transfer of positions.
However, it was not that easy to move the artillery positions that had been constructed in a hurry. In less than half a minute, a sharp and strange whistling sound came from above.
Facing the shells falling from the sky, the Japanese artillerymen were at a loss for a moment. They all lay on the ground and left their fate to God's will.
One shell after another hit the Japanese artillery position, and the shock wave carried sharp shrapnel and blew away the Japanese field artillery, infantry artillery and mortars.
Some artillery shells even hit the ammunition boxes, making even more violent explosions. After three rounds of shelling, the entire Japanese artillery position was destroyed, and corpses were scattered everywhere.
…
In the headquarters of the new regiment, I saw this scene through the telescope.
Li Yunlong looked very satisfied, and Lao Gao grinned: "A mountain artillery camp, covered by 12 mountain artillery fires, is enough for a little Japanese to drink a big pot."
Zhao Gang also said: "This is much more powerful than infantry artillery and mortars. One shell can explode a large area."
"The first round of shells just landed outside the city wall. I don't know if it hit the Japanese commander?"
Li Yunlong snorted: "Whether he is hit or not, the little devil is not feeling well at this time."
"The Japanese artillery positions have been destroyed."
"Let's keep adding ingredients."
"Lu Yingjun, immediately report the parameters to Wang Chengzhu and launch artillery fire coverage on the Japanese attacking the front slant position."
At this time, the Japanese attacks on the position continued.
All the Japanese tanks used in the first wave of attacks have been killed by Bazooka.
Although there are several tanks parked behind the Japs, the Japs tanks pose little or even a small threat to the new regiment.
Machine guns and bazookas can easily and happily deal with the enemy's thin-skinned tanks.
At present, the artillery position that poses the greatest threat to the new regiment has been destroyed by the mountain artillery battalion in the rear. Now we only need to focus on dealing with the Japanese infantry, killing a large number of Japanese infantry, and paving the way for the subsequent attack on Yangquan City.
Lu Yingjun had already calculated the shooting parameters, so he immediately grabbed the receiver and microphone of the radio communication machine and shouted loudly: "Dong three, hole three, please answer if you hear it."
The roar of artillery at the foot of the mountain may not be heard by the other party if the sound is too low.
A moment later, Wang Chengzhu's voice sounded in the receiver: "Dong three received, hole two hole two, did you hit the target, did you hit the target?"
The artillery position was a full 5 kilometers away from Lion Rock, and Wang Chengzhu didn't know whether the shells fired hit the little Japanese.
Lu Yingjun replied: "Hit the target!"
Wang Chengzhu's exciting voice came from the receiver: "Beautiful!"
Immediately, Lu Yingjun took the receiver and microphone and conveyed the new shooting parameters to Wang Chengzhu in secret words.
The Japs' tanks had been killed by Bazooka, but the Japs had a large number, and the battle suddenly became intense and a stalemate continued.
These Japs were all elite, with excellent marksmanship, and they charged towards the new regiment's position without fear of death.
However, the firepower network composed of the machine gun fire and submachine gun fire of the new regiment pinned the Japanese six to seventy meters away from the forward position.
The attack lasted for nearly 10 minutes, but the Japanese did not even reach the front line.
Soon, boom! boom! The mountain artillery battalion began concentrated fire and artillery fire again, and the whistling sound of artillery shells flying across the sky suddenly sounded in the dark sky.
The whistling sound came from far away and exploded in the middle of the crowd of Japanese soldiers, setting off a cloud of mud and mist.
The Japanese who attacked at the beginning didn't feel anything, but the Eighth Route Army's artillery shells seemed to be inexhaustible, falling in sheets and reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers.
Moreover, none of these shells fell on the Eighth Route Army's positions, but all fell on the Japanese attack route.
Finally, the Japanese could not hold on anymore, and the Japanese captain waved his command knife and ordered to retreat.
However, the Eighth Route Army's artillery continued to fire relentlessly. The Japanese artillery shells followed them wherever they went, with extremely accurate landing points.
Xu Jin's barrage followed the Japanese soldiers all the way to Yangquan City, and did not stop until the Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive escaped into Yangquan City.
The Japanese and Japanese soldiers were all psychologically affected by the cannons of the Eighth Route Army.
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On Lion Mountain, seeing the little Japs escaping into Yangquan City and immediately sealing the city gate, Li Changshun spat in a disdainful tone: "That's it? Are the Japs giving in now?"
Beside him, Wei Dayong's expression and tone were equally disdainful: "A bunch of trash."
The First and Second Battalions were fighting lively below, but the Sharp Sword Squadron was sitting on the bench at the back. Seeing their comrades killing Japanese soldiers in front, the monk was itching to watch.
Li Yunlong said that every member of the Sharp Sword Squadron is a treasure, and even the battalion commander will not be replaced. The Sharp Sword Squadron basically has no regular combat missions.
Therefore, the Sword Squadron became a reserve team like the Third Battalion.
Monk Wei and Li Changshun hoped that the Japanese would be able to rush out and compete with the new group at this time.
In this way, the Sword Squadron is likely to participate in the battle and kill the Japanese.
"Xiao Shunzi, do you think the little devil still dares to come out?" Monk Wei looked at Li Changshun.
The Japanese fell into the regiment commander's trap and suffered heavy losses in the first wave of attacks. They lost six tanks and no less than 20 artillery pieces. Now they probably don't even dare to come out.
Since the last time Monk Wei used the bazooka to hit 5 tanks and get a first-class merit, the fighting started again among the team leaders.
"Who are you calling Xiao Shunzi?" Li Changshun glared at Monk Wei, "I guess the Japanese don't dare to come out."
"I'm calling you." Monk Wei said, "If the Japanese don't come out, won't our Sharp Sword Squadron not be able to eat meat?"
"Then I will call you little monk from now on. If there is no meat to eat, there will be no meat to eat." Li Changshun shrugged indifferently.
"Hey, it's really boring." Monk Wei twisted his neck, his expression showing no interest.
However, Wang Xikui had already borrowed a machine gun from the machine gun battery and pushed it over.
"What are you two mumbling about?"
"The kid will definitely send planes to bomb us. Hurry up and borrow a machine gun from the machine gun battery."
"Let's see if we can fly a plane or two to satisfy our cravings."
"Yes, this thing is very powerful, I like it." Monk Wei grinned.
Monk Wei stood up and walked straight to a gun position of the machine gun battery. This gun position was well concealed. The entire machine gun was covered with grass and branches. The soldiers were camouflaged with grass and trees, and wore helmets on their heads. With grass ring.
He licked his lips, looked at the machine cannon with burning eyes, and turned to look at the two soldiers.
"You two go and have a rest. I'll do this for you two." Monk Wei stared blankly, and the two soldiers involuntarily gave up their gun positions.
"Thank you." Monk Wei grinned and pushed the cannon away.
Only then did the two soldiers react. They stomped to the commander of the machine gun company and cried: "This flower monk is so powerful that he robbed our machine gun."
"Forget it, let them use it if you want. It's a loan anyway, and it's not like I won't return it." He Jie waved his hand and said.
He Jie did not dare to offend the ruthless people of the Sword Squadron easily, and this was not the first time that the machine gun was used.
Originally, the entire New Regiment had 50 machine guns, 20 of which were in the gun platoons of each company, and the remaining 30 belonged to the machine gun companies. However, the regiment commander gave 10 to the brigade commander. Now they are There were only 20. These 40 machine guns were arranged by Li Yunlong on the hilltop, widely spaced apart from each other, to guard against the Japs' planes.
On the front sloping position, when they saw the Japanese running back into the city, they all ran out of the trenches to clean the battlefield.
Regardless of whether they are dead or not, and regardless of whether the Japanese lying on the ground moves or not, stab the vital parts with a bayonet first.
The sound of bayonets entering flesh came one after another.
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New regiment headquarters.
Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong and asked, "Old Li, should we attack Yangquan next?"
"It's not that simple. The Japanese will definitely attack again." Li Yunlong's tone was calm and his eyes were deep.
Zhao Gang rarely saw Li Yunlong's eyes like this, which meant that Li Yunlong's mind was running at high speed and he was extremely calm at this time.
Zhao Gang said: "The Japanese's desperate attack failed, and their morale must have been greatly affected. They should not attack again, right? What's more, what are the Japanese attacking? We have killed the artillery and cannons, and their tanks are useless." Like iron."
Li Yunlong raised his head and looked at the sky: "It is true that we have killed the Japanese artillery and artillery, and that the Japanese tanks are useless, but don't forget that the Japanese still have planes."
"Japanese plane..."
Zhao Gang looked startled, and suddenly thought of the scene where the entire New Regiment was chased by a Japanese plane a few months ago, and his expression changed slightly.
"Lu Yingjun, immediately notify Wang Chengzhu to hide all the mountain cannons and tell them to move quickly."
Zhao Gang turned to Lu Yingjun and ordered.
"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.
