A platoon and militiamen were left to clean up the battlefield, and then Kong Jie gathered the troops.
Signal troops were also sent to inform the Second Battalion to move towards Shouyang.
Three thousand people from the Independent Regiment and the New Regiment marched toward Shouyang County along the Zhengtai Railway.
After marching forward for about an hour, we vaguely heard the sound of gunfire coming from the front. The sound became louder and louder as we moved forward.
After passing a corner, the front suddenly opened up. Not only could you hear the clear sound of gunfire, but you could also see a large amount of gunpowder smoke rising in front, and the battle was in full swing.
The commanders and fighters of the new regiment are fiercely attacking the Japanese stronghold on the opposite side, and the battle is intensifying.
Letting the team stay where they were, Li Yunlong and Kong Jie led the guards towards the headquarters of the New Second Regiment.
Ding Wei was speaking loudly to the communications personnel in the regiment headquarters: "Tell the third battalion commander that I don't want casualty figures, I just want the Zhangzhuang stronghold."
"Yes!" The communications soldier gave a military salute and turned around to leave.
The political commissar of the new second regiment advised: "Commander, why don't we ask the third battalion to withdraw first? I'm afraid there will be a lot of casualties if we continue to fight like this."
Due to the terrain, the New Second Regiment had three battalions and could only deploy one battalion for a frontal attack.
There were several mortars in the Japanese stronghold, and the Italian field artillery and infantry artillery of the New Second Regiment were unable to aim and fire directly, and the effect of indirect fire was not ideal.
The machine gun firepower of the New Second Regiment was not strong and could not effectively suppress the firepower of the Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold.
Of course, for the New Second Regiment, it is only a matter of time to capture this large stronghold, and the casualties will be greater.
"Withdraw?" Ding Wei said, "That's nonsense. The battle is going on like this. If we withdraw again, won't we give the enemy breathing time in vain?"
"Right now, the Japanese on the other side and us are holding back a lot of energy. Whoever releases this energy first will have the upper hand in morale."
"Then we have to find a way." The political commissar advised again.
Ding Wei looked thoughtful, then nodded and said loudly:
"Give me the order to gather the grenade launchers of the whole regiment into the third battalion, and use the grenade launchers to suppress the Japanese mortars."
"The artillery pushed the Italian field artillery and infantry artillery forward, aimed straight at me, and knocked down the enemy's gun towers and bunkers."
The communications soldier quickly ran out of the headquarters to convey the order.
Li Yunlong and Kong Jie ran into the communications soldier head-on. They asked the guards to wait outside, and they walked into Ding Wei's headquarters together.
"Old Li? Old Kong?" Ding Wei raised his binoculars to observe the battlefield situation, turned around and saw two people bending in, "Why are you here?"
After laughing, Li Yunlong said: "I heard that you, Old Ding, needed artillery support, so Lao Kong and I came here specially."
Ding Wei's eyes lit up: "Old Li, did you bring your mountain artillery battalion with you?"
The political commissar of the new second regiment couldn't help but look happy.
Kong Jie picked up the telescope and observed the battlefield situation: "Old Ding, your troops' attack doesn't seem to be going well."
"This village stronghold is a bit difficult to attack." Ding Wei said, "Old Li, quickly set up your mountain artillery camp and provide artillery support to my troops."
Li Yunlong smiled and said, "You're so rude, kid."
"Which one of us is following whom? If I'm being polite to you, wouldn't that mean we're going to be strangers?"
Ding Wei's tone was a little urgent. If he delayed for one more minute, some soldiers would have to be sacrificed.
Li Yunlong acted vigorously and resolutely, without any ink stains. He turned his head and shouted outside: "Huzi!"
"have!"
Huang Erhu stepped into the command post and straightened up.
"Pass my order, and the mountain artillery battalion will immediately aim at the Zhangzhuang stronghold and provide artillery support to the brother troops."
"Tell Wang Chengzhu not to save shells for me, but to fight for 4 rounds."
"Go!"
"Yes!" Huang Erhu saluted with a military salute, and then walked out.
At that moment, Li Yunlong, Kong Jie and Ding Wei gathered in front of the observation hole of the headquarters and looked at the Japanese stronghold opposite.
…
Huang Erhu quickly passed the order to Wang Chengzhu.
Wang Chengzhu immediately ordered the mountain artillery battalion to set up the cannon.
In order to prevent being attacked by air attacks, each cannon was spread far apart, and more than twenty camouflage nets were set up around it.
And the surrounding 37 machine guns protect the mountain artillery battalion at all times.
Under this kind of protection, unless the Japanese army dispatched a bomber group of twenty or thirty aircraft, it would be difficult for a few fighter jets to threaten the Shanpao Battalion.
There is almost flat ground next to the railway foundation, and the mountain cannon is pulled over by mules, so assembly time is saved.
In less than five minutes, the mountain artillery battalion was ready. The artillery position was on the other side of the mountain, and the Japanese could not see the new regiment's artillery position.
As the artillery observer transmitted the firing parameters from the front, Wang Chengzhu first ordered a test fire.
A 75mm caliber grenade came out of the gun, crossed the hilltop, and hit the Nanzhuang stronghold.
The observer quickly adjusts the shooting parameters according to the impact point of the bullet, and then communicates it to the artillery on the artillery position.
Immediately afterwards, all 12 mountain cannons opened fire, and with the muffled sound of the cannons being ejected, dust instantly rose on each artillery position.
In the Nanzhuang stronghold, the Japanese squadron leader was commanding Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers to fight against the Eighth Route Army.
At first, when the first artillery shell landed in the stronghold, the Japanese squadron leader didn't pay much attention because he knew there was a 75 mm caliber artillery on the opposite side.
In the fierce battle, the Japanese squadron leader did not find any difference between this shell and the previous shells fired by the Eighth Route Army.
But soon, the Japanese squadron leader heard the screams of artillery shells above his head, and there were a lot of them.
This sound was inconspicuous among the dense gunfire, but it could not escape the ears of a veteran like the Japanese.
"Nani?" In the frightened eyes of the Japanese squadron leader, a scream passed through the smoke, coming closer and closer.
A moment later, groups of artillery shells fell into the stronghold. Amidst the explosions that shook the earth and the mountains, the entire Nanzhuang stronghold was filled with smoke and shrapnel flew everywhere.
"idiot!"
The Japanese evaded the gunfire and cursed one after another.
Can’t afford to play Eight-Road?
The battle lasted for a long time without firing, but in the middle of the battle, it suddenly fired, and it was covered with large-caliber artillery fire from the beginning. What does it mean? Don’t talk about martial ethics?
The soldiers of the attacking New Second Regiment and Third Battalion were also a little confused.
what's the situation? Where's the artillery support coming from?
But seeing the bunkers and artillery towers in the Japanese stronghold being blown up in the artillery fire, the expressions of the soldiers quickly turned to excitement and joy.
No matter where the shells come from, as long as they fall on the enemy's head, they are good shells!
"Go forward!" The third battalion commander did not give up this opportunity and led the soldiers towards the stronghold.
Artillery fire spread wantonly in the stronghold store. After four rounds of artillery shelling, the entire Nanzhuang stronghold had been plowed by 75mm-caliber artillery shells. There were craters and ruins everywhere.
Most of the artillery towers and bunkers collapsed, and all the machine gun positions originally built by the Japanese with sandbags were destroyed. The Japanese and puppet troops suffered heavy casualties.
Some soldiers of the New Second Regiment had already cut the barbed wire and set up wooden ladders to jump over the blockade ditch.
After the sound of artillery stopped, the gunpowder smoke quickly dissipated. The Japanese who were lucky enough to survive the artillery fire were still resisting, but the puppet troops had lost the courage to resist.
There is not much suspense in the battle.
In the new second regiment headquarters, watching more and more soldiers rushing into the stronghold, Ding Wei knew that the overall situation was decided.
"Ha ha…"
"It's so fun, this battle is so fucking fun!"
"The artillery fire of 12 American mountain guns from an artillery battalion is so damn satisfying!"
"I just took a look. At least half of the Japanese and puppet troops were killed and injured by artillery shells."
Ding Wei's brows relaxed, his tone was encouraging, and there was a smile on his face.
"It's fun, it's so fun, this battle is so fun!" Kong Jie's mouth also curled up slightly.
"Old Li, it seems that we, Old Ding, owe you another favor." Ding Wei looked at Li Yunlong and said.
"What's wrong with people? Who among us is following whom?" Li Yunlong said.
After a pause, Li Yunlong asked: "Old Ding, have your regiment's missions been completed?"
"All tasks have been completed." Ding Wei nodded, "The task given to our group by the headquarters was five days, and our group completed it in less than three days. Lao Li, is this speed good?"
"It's just so-so." Li Yunlong said, "It's just a little faster than Lao Kong's independent regiment, and a little worse than our new regiment. I completed the task in just one day."
"Lao Li, what do you mean?"
Ding Wei asked: "Didn't your regiment have to contain the Japanese in Yangquan for five days at Lion Rock? How did you complete the task? What did you do with the remaining four days?"
Ding Wei really couldn't understand, how could a five-day containment task be completed in one day?
Kong Jie laughed at the side and said: "Old Li, he wiped out all the Japs in Yangquan and captured Yangquan. Naturally, the containment task was completed ahead of schedule."
"What are you talking about? Your new group captured Yangquan?" Ding Weiwen's eyes suddenly opened wide and his tone was unbelievable.
The political commissar of the New Second Regiment next to Ding Wei's eyes almost dropped.
Kong Jie added: "Old Li not only captured Yangquan, but also killed the old Japanese Mitake Tsuda, and even successfully seized the ammunition warehouse and grain depot in Yangquan City."
"Lao Li, you are not interesting enough." Ding Wei said, "Such a big good thing, you don't want me to do it with Lao Kong?"
"Isn't it just Yangquan? Our group is enough."
"Besides, if I hadn't provided you with artillery support, your regiment would still have to go through a lot of trouble to capture this Nanzhuang stronghold."
"We, Lao Li, are very interested in you, Lao Ding, and Lao Kong."
After a pause, Li Yunlong said again: "There is an opportunity to make a fortune right now. What about me, old Ding? Do you dare to do it together?"
Ding Wei's expression moved slightly and he quickly asked: "What opportunity?"
"Attack Shouyang County." Li Yunlong raised his head and said, "I have received news from the brigade commander. Tomorrow, the brigade commander will gather several of our main regiments from the 386th Brigade to attack Shouyang County together. The brigade commander has even made a battle plan. "
"Right now, Cheng Xiazi's 772nd Regiment is building a stronghold in Pingding. Anyway, our three regiments have completed their tasks."
"We might as well gather our troops now and go straight to Shouyang County to knock it down."
"One less regiment to participate in the battle means one less regiment to share the spoils. With the firepower and equipment of our three regiments, there will be no problem in taking Shouyang County."
When he attacked Yangquan, Li Yunlong dared to fight with a group because there were not many Japanese in Yangquan City.
In Shouyang County, there is also a group of Japanese soldiers with more than 700 people, and a battalion of puppet troops, with a total of more than 1,000 people.
If it were in the wild, these Japanese and puppet troops combined would be no match for the new group.
But this was an siege, and it would be more difficult for the New Regiment to capture Shouyang County. Even if they could win it in the end, the New Regiment would definitely suffer heavy losses, so Li Yunlong needed to find two helpers.
Seeing that Ding Wei was still hesitating, Li Yunlong said again: "How about it, Old Ding, do you dare to do it?"
"If you don't dare to do it, don't say that I won't make a fortune with you."
"Old Ding, let's do it!" Kong Jie advised, "Conquer Shouyang County and let us all make a fortune together!"
Ding Wei asked: "If Shouyang County is captured, how will the spoils be distributed?"
Li Yunlong said: "Our three groups will divide it equally."
"Since you two are talking about this, I don't have anything to say." Ding Wei said, "Fuck him!"
"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.
