The 20 mountain guns of the New Regiment, plus the 10 mountain field guns of the New Second Regiment and the Independent Regiment, were in one artillery position.
Twenty mountain guns of the brigade artillery regiment are in one artillery position, and more than 20 mountain guns of the division artillery regiment are in one artillery position.
The three artillery positions add up to a total of more than 70 mountain field guns roaring and roaring.
There are also more than 70 mortars of various calibers shelling within two kilometers of Shinao Mountain.
The artillery fire consisting of 140 mountain field guns and mortars turned the Guanjianao Highlands into a sea of flames.
The Japanese in the trenches were almost frightened by the earth-shattering artillery fire. Vases of mud and mist were lifted up and poured down.
The entire highland was shaking, as if facing an earthquake. The overwhelming fire and smoke made the Guanjianao Highlands dim.
The Japanese were shaken to the point of losing their hearing by the continuous loud noise without any gaps.
The bodies of Japanese soldiers were constantly thrown into the air by gunfire and then fell heavily again.
In the command post of the New Regiment, Li Yunlong raised the telescope on his chest, and the scene of exploding artillery shells appeared in the telescope.
"Ha ha…"
"Two artillery brigades and one reinforcement regiment. We, Mr. Li, have never fought such a wealthy battle in our eight lifetimes."
Li Yunlong grinned.
Our old Li finally got over the addiction of being a division commander and commanded an artillery division and a reinforced regiment in combat.
Two artillery brigades can barely be considered an artillery division.
However, this artillery division only has more than 70 mountain guns and more than 70 mortars.
Generally, artillery divisions are equipped with howitzer regiments and cannon regiments. The caliber of the Eighth Route Army's artillery is still a bit small.
Moreover, the Eighth Route Army generally focuses on guerrilla warfare, and there is rarely a scene where artillery is used intensively like this.
But the scene of more than 140 cannons firing a salvo was the first time since the founding of the Eighth Route Army that a big girl got on the sedan chair.
Li Yunlong yelled: "Huzi, bring me my ghost head sword."
"Yes, leader!"
Huang Erhu brought in Li Yunlong's rapidly sharpened tiger-head machete and handed it to Li Yunlong's hand.
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386th Brigade forward headquarters.
The boss, chief of staff, brigade commander, and deputy brigade commander Han were all holding up binoculars and watching the artillery fire in front of them.
Because they were looking from below, none of the leaders could see the shells falling on the Guanjianao high ground.
But you can see the rising smoke and fire.
The screams of cannonballs continued in my ears, and the fire and gunpowder smoke on the Guanjianao Highlands also continued continuously.
The boss looked at Chen Geng and asked: "Brigadier Commander, how many artillery shells has Li Yunlong prepared?"
The brigade commander smiled and said: "Li Yunlong said that whether it is mountain artillery or mortar shells, each gun must fire 20 shells at the Guanjianao Highlands, a total of almost 15 tons of shells."
"15 tons of artillery shells!" The boss's eyes widened. "That's almost 3,000 artillery shells. Each Japanese can get 3 artillery shells."
The artillery shells used this time were similar to the last time they attacked the Japanese 225th Regiment.
The main reason was that the Japanese were on flat ground last time, without trenches or other shelters, and they attacked suddenly.
This time, the Japanese occupied the high ground and built trenches. If the Japanese squatted in the trenches, their lethality would be reduced.
However, this density of bombardment can also kill most of the Japs.
The chief of staff laughed and said: "This kid Li Yunlong is really extremely rich!"
"The main reason is that someone reimburses him." Deputy Brigadier Han said with a smile, "Only he can afford to fight such a wealthy battle. Only Li Yunlong in our Eighth Route Army can afford to fight such a wealthy battle."
The soldiers of the new regiment, as well as the surrounding soldiers of the 386th Brigade and the Fighting to the Death Column, looked at the overwhelming artillery shells with excited expressions.
This is a rare and grand scene!
It lasted more than ten minutes from the test firing to the end of the bombardment.
After the last round of artillery fire ceased.
The Guanjianao Highlands seemed to have been flattened, torn into pieces, and submerged in a sea of fire.
"Fire the attack flare!"
In the headquarters of the new regiment, Li Yunlong gave a loud order, and Huang Erhu pulled the trigger of the signal bomb in time outside the headquarters.
At the offensive position, Zhang Dabiao saw the green signal flare rising into the sky, turned his head and shouted: "Bullhorner, blow the charge horn!"
The exciting and urgent charge horn sounded.
Hearing the sound of the charging horn, the soldiers of the new group of attacking troops immediately boiled with blood and looked crazy.
Jump up.
"kill!"
The overwhelming shouts merged into a huge sound wave.
During the shelling, the assault company of the first battalion of the New Regiment had already reached a position about 200 meters away from the Guanjianao Highlands.
If you go any further, you may be accidentally injured by your own artillery shells.
Behind the assault company were the first, second and third battalions of the new regiment, as well as the cavalry battalion that dismounted to fight, and finally the county brigade.
The tough assault company soldiers were covered with grenades and magazines, and their hands were all MP40 submachine guns.
The moment the charge horn sounded, they roared into the air. The entire new group of attacking troops was like a gray tide, and the assault company was the head of the wave, rolling towards the Guanjianao Highlands.
Suddenly, the Guanjianao Highlands seemed to be resurrected. The enemy's machine gun fire came like whips, but the soldiers of the assault company did not flinch at all. Their submachine guns spit out tongues of flame and roared as they attacked the high ground.
On the high ground of Guanjianao, the Japanese guards dug Yamazaki out of the soil like yam eggs.
At this time, Yamazaki's head was buzzing, and a large blood stain appeared on his right thigh, which was obviously hit by shrapnel.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
The Japanese guard shouted to Yamazaki in his ear.
After a while, Yamazaki shook his head violently and woke up, as if his consciousness was instantly pulled back to reality from darkness and nothingness.
The severe pain in his legs, the sound of gunfire and screams all around him suddenly became clear.
"Captain, the eight-pronged attack is coming!"
The Japanese guard shouted loudly.
"Nani?" Yamazaki lay down in the trench and looked at the densely packed Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing toward the Guanjianao Highlands. The closest distance to the forward position was only more than 100 meters away.
"Baga!" Yamazaki's face turned pale when he saw this scene.
If the Eighth Route Army is allowed to attack the position and the subsequent Eighth Route Army comes up, the Yamazaki detachment may end up being annihilated.
"Fight back!"
"Fight back immediately!"
Yamazaki sat in the trench and shouted about filial piety.
From time to time, the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive would get up from the trenches, find machine guns that were not damaged by the bombing, and shoot wildly at the Eighth Route Army.
But he was soon killed by an Eighth Route Army sniper diagonally opposite, causing the Japanese machine gun fire to continue intermittently.
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
"Baga!" Yamazaki looked at the guard and asked, "Where is Mr. Matsuki?"
The Japanese guard pointed at a pile of broken meat, paused and said, "Songmu Shaozuo has been smashed to pieces!"
"Baga!" Yamazaki suddenly became furious. "Immediately ask General Shinozuka for help and urge the reinforcements to move closer to Yamazaki's detachment immediately."
"Hi!" The Japanese guard bowed and ran towards the communication team.
The Japanese communication team was pretty lucky. Although some communication soldiers were killed, the radio communication machine and radio station were not destroyed.
Immediately, the Japanese communications troops immediately used radio communication machines and radio stations to start calling for support.
A Japanese medical soldier ran over and was about to bandage Yamazaki's wound, but Yamazaki keenly sensed that something was wrong.
The forward machine gun fire has been intermittent. There were originally more than 30 light and heavy machine guns in the forward position, although most of them were destroyed in the artillery fire.
But there are still six or seven Type 92 heavy machine guns and Taisho Type 11 light machine guns.
This firepower is enough to repel an attack from the Eighth Route Army, but why is there no sustained firepower?
Yamasaki pushed the medical soldier away, dragged his injured leg and climbed to a Type 92 heavy machine gun. The bullet inserted in the heavy machine gun was only half fired.
At that moment, Yamazaki was operating the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and the Japanese medic also opened the ammunition box, took out 30 rounds of machine gun bullets, and served as Yamazaki's assistant shooter.
"Nishiuchi!" Yamazaki aimed the Type 92 heavy machine gun at the Eighth Route Army dozens of meters away and was about to press the weight of the heavy machine gun.
When he first emerged, the crosshairs of at least ten sniper rifles were locked on his head, which was as thick as his neck.
Zhao Gang shot first.
Snapped!
After a gunshot, Yamazaki's head exploded like a watermelon, and his headless body lay crooked in the trench like a wooden stake.
Xiao Li, the security guard who was acting as an observer next to Zhao Gang, held up the telescope and said in surprise: "Haha, this is the third one. You, the political commissar, killed the one in the center!"
Not far away, Wang Xikui looked at the large-caliber sniper rifle in front of Zhao Gang, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
He had also aimed at Yamazaki just now, but the aiming magnification of his Garand sniper rifle was not as large as Zhao Gang's, and the bullet rate of fire was not as fast as Zhao Gang's.
Although they are both top snipers, Zhao Gang still stole Yamazaki's head.
Zhao Gang, who killed a left-center man, had no expression on his face and no fluctuations in his heart.
There were crackling shots from the sniper position. In the forward position built by the Japanese on the Guanjianao Highlands, as long as a Japanese showed up, at least ten sniper rifles would be aimed at him at the same time.
Zhao Gang looked at the large-caliber sniper rifle in front of him.
There are more wolves than meat. Who can steal the Japs head depends on their true abilities.
"Stop shooting!"
At this time, Zhao Gang saw in the scope that the soldiers of the assault company had reached a distance of more than ten meters from the Japanese forward position.
If he fired again, he would probably accidentally injure the soldiers of the assault company, so he immediately shouted loudly.
More than 20 soldiers at the front of the assault company held submachine guns and opened fire at the same time, forming a dense fire net. The Japanese fortifications were hit with smoke and dust under the dense rain of bullets.
If a Japanese prisoner shows up, he will be beaten into a sieve the next moment.
The Japanese abandoned their forward position and built a firepower network in the trenches behind. As soon as more than 20 Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed to the Japanese's forward position, they were counterattacked by a hail of bullets and fell into a pool of blood. The commandos behind them quickly made up. Lie down on the forward position and use grenades and submachine guns to clear the way.
Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the assault company had rushed to the Guanjianao high ground and that there was no longer any suspense in the upcoming battle.
With sharp eyes, he immediately saw a familiar figure in the second echelon of the attack force. Zhao Gang turned the scope of the Barrett sniper rifle and looked at it.
I saw Li Yunlong holding up his rapidly sharpened ghost head machete and rushing towards the position among the soldiers with his legs.
This bitch...
Zhao Gang was speechless for a moment, and he rushed towards the battlefield again without the labor and management around.
At this time, Li Yunlong, who was leading the second echelon, didn't think so much. He just shouted loudly: "Don't move when you see Yamazaki. Labor and management will fight against him."
