The road near Taoyuan Village is 18 kilometers away from Wusu Airport.
A secluded location.
"Captain!"
Sun Dehui reported to Li Yunlong: "There is a fork in the road ahead, one leading to Jinzhong, and the other leading to Wusu Airport and Taiyuan. The Japanese have built a blockhouse on both sides of the road to guard this traffic artery. Nearby There is no way for the large cavalry to go around."
Li Yunlong raised the telescope on his chest and looked ahead.
I saw two blockhouses built on the mountainside on both sides of the road, about 50 meters away from the road.
These two turrets are small turrets. It is estimated that there is a machine gun in one turret.
The cavalry battalion can definitely charge through if they want to charge hard, but they will definitely be knocked down by the Japanese machine guns.
"Sun Desheng!"
"Take away these two turrets for me. You have 15 minutes to resolve the battle."
Li Yunlong put down the telescope, turned around and ordered Sun Desheng beside him.
"Yes, captain!" Sun Desheng said confidently, "It won't take 15 minutes, but at most 10 minutes to resolve the battle."
At that moment, Sun Desheng turned around and called several company commanders to him.
The order was given: "The 1st company is responsible for the left turret, and the 2nd company is responsible for the right turret. The regiment commander is watching from behind. You guys have to give me a good show!"
"End the battle in the shortest possible time and act immediately!"
"Yes!" The 1st company commander and the 2nd company commander gave a military salute, then turned around and returned to their troops.
Then the two company commanders quickly arranged combat tasks, and took the soldiers of the two companies to move forward with their bodies bent.
The soldiers of the 1st Company and the 2nd Company were also secretly competing to see who could pull out the turret first for the same attack difficulty.
The Japanese sentry on the top of the blockhouse quickly spotted the approaching Eighth Route Army and immediately fired a warning shot.
A tongue of flame spurted out from the firing hole of the turret, and machine gun bullets poured in. The soldiers hurriedly crawled to avoid the oncoming bullets.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers set up machine guns and suppressed the Japanese machine guns.
Taking advantage of the Japanese firepower being suppressed, the bazooka soldiers crawled towards the Japanese artillery tower with their bazookas in hand.
However, before the bazooka soldiers could crawl to the attack position, tanks appeared in the distance, several in number.
"No, captain, there are enemy tanks!"
Seeing the tanks approaching in the distance, Sun Desheng's expression suddenly changed.
He really didn't expect that at this critical point, a Japanese tank would appear here.
"Why are you panicking?" Li Yunlong was very calm. Not only was he calm, but he was also a little surprised.
In his opinion, the Japanese tanks are here to bring business. If you kill the Japanese tanks, you can earn 75 American mountain guns.
"Sun Desheng, how many bazookas do your cavalry battalion have?" Li Yunlong asked.
"Our cavalry battalion is not as good as the infantry. We only have 15 bazooka rocket launchers." Sun Desheng replied.
The bazooka rocket launcher is really powerful. It can hit turrets, tanks, and infantry.
The infantry of the new regiment is equipped with bazooka rocket launchers, while the cavalry battalion only has 15, with an average of less than 3 per company. Sun Desheng is really envious.
"Let all your bazooka soldiers go up." Li Yunlong said: "When this battle is over, I will add 10 bazooka rockets to you."
In Li Yunlong's warehouse, there are more than 20 spare weapons of bazooka rocket launchers. There is no problem in replenishing the cavalry battalion with 10 more.
When he was poor in the past, Commander Li encouraged his subordinates to cook sweet potatoes on the battlefield. For example, if you kill Sakata on the opposite side with a pillar, your labor will reward you with half a catty of sweet potatoes.
Now that he is rich, Li Yunlong encourages his subordinates to use weapons and ammunition directly. Sun Desheng, go kill the Japanese tanks. Your labor and capital will reward you with 10 bazookas.
"Yes!" Sun Desheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he turned around to give orders to each company, and the rocket launcher soldiers gathered.
However, the bazooka soldiers had just assembled, and the tanks in the distance opened fire.
"Pass!" As the tank advanced, a ball of flame burst out from the muzzle. The soldiers attacking from the front reacted quickly and hurriedly crawled to avoid it.
In an instant.
boom…
The Japanese turret shook violently in the explosion, and black smoke burst out along with the fireball, followed by broken masonry and gravel falling down.
The soldiers who heard the explosion raised their heads and looked at the Japanese turrets that were smoking out, with doubts in their eyes.
"What's going on?" Li Yunlong was also stunned.
"Maybe the Japanese gunner fired the gun incorrectly." Sun Desheng said upon seeing this, and then waved his hand, "Bazooka soldier, come on!"
The bazooka soldier ran less than 30 meters when the tank on the opposite side opened fire again.
boom…
Amidst the explosion, the small Japanese artillery tower collapsed. In this case, the Japanese and puppet troops inside had suffered heavy casualties.
The bazooka soldiers who had just ran out were stunned and turned to look at Sun Desheng and Li Yunlong. Are we still going?
Sun Desheng's expression also became confused, and he looked at Li Yunlong beside him: "Captain, what's going on?"
It's okay to miss one shot, but it's unreasonable to miss two shots, and they hit the same turret.
"Let the soldiers not move yet." Li Yunlong also didn't understand the situation and said, "Let's take a look and then talk."
"Hide where you are!" Sun Desheng shouted at the rocket launcher soldiers, who quickly lay down on the spot.
Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng hurriedly raised their binoculars and looked over. The tank was rotating its turret and aiming at the turret on the right. The turret on the left had just been attacked.
boom…
After one shot went down, the Japanese small turret suddenly shook a few times, and thick smoke spurted out from the firing holes of the turret. However, it did not collapse, but the second shot arrived quickly, and this shot directly destroyed the turret.
In the turret on the right, before the third shot, the Japanese and puppet troops who ran out were all shot dead by the machine guns on the tanks.
Li Yunlong, who saw this scene in the telescope, put down the telescope and suddenly thought of a possibility.
Then the more I thought about it, the more likely it became, and finally my eyes suddenly lit up.
"Captain, the one in the tank couldn't be from the Sword Squadron, right?" Sun Desheng also reacted at this time and looked at the excited-looking commander.
"It should be them!" Li Yunlong nodded.
Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng looked over and saw that the tank had stopped, the cover on the top of the tank was opened, and a hat poked out first.
Seeing that there were no shots fired on the Eighth Route Army, he reached out his hand, and finally a bald head was revealed.
Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng hurriedly raised their telescopes and looked. Who else could this bald man be if he were not Monk Wei?
The two of them saw Monk Wei grinning from a distance, showing his white teeth, and waved at them.
"Captain, I can see it clearly!" Sun Desheng said excitedly, "It's a monk!"
"Haha... I saw it too." Li Yunlong said in a surprised and happy tone, "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that these bastards would take back the Japanese tank from me."
"Come on, come forward to greet us!"
Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng ran towards the tank with excited smiles on their faces.
Sun Desheng ran and shouted to end the battle. The members of the Sharp Sword Squadron were afraid of being accidentally injured by their own people and did not dare to drive the tanks over.
Monk Wei and the others know the power of the bazooka rocket launcher better than anyone else. This little devil's tank can be shattered with one shot.
Seeing Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng approaching, the tanks and armored vehicles dared to continue driving forward.
The tanks and armored vehicles stopped in front of Li Yunlong and Sun Desheng, and the soldiers from the cavalry battalion also rushed over to watch, with excitement on their faces.
The members of the Sword Squadron got out of the tanks one after another and saluted Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong took his eyes away from the tank, looked at Lu Yingjun who got out of the tank, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you got the Japanese tank, why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Lu, who is a little over 1.9 meters tall, can't get into the Type 95 light tank. Even in the Type 97 medium tank, he has to bend down slightly.
"Report to the captain, this is close to Taiyuan." Lu Yingjun explained: "I was afraid that the Japanese would monitor the arrival of reinforcements, so I didn't tell you on the radio."
"How much to withdraw?" Li Yunlong nodded and did not blame Lu Yingjun.
"They are all back." Lu Yingjun said, "Four team members were injured and have received first aid treatment."
Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief and then asked: "How was the mission accomplished?"
"The mission was completed well." Lu Yingjun raised his lips and reported, "We were very lucky. All 21 Japanese soldiers of the 9th Flying Team were killed."
"21?" Li Yunlong's eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you sure?"
"You're sure!" Lu Yingjun said, "It was Duan Peng and Changshun who led the team. They counted it twice and it's definitely not wrong."
"Haha..." Li Yunlong was overjoyed when he heard the news. He was really rich now.
The price of killing a Japanese pilot is one 105 howitzer, 5 radios, and 10 tons of food.
Li Yunlong calculated carefully and found that he had killed 21 Japanese pilots, which was 21 howitzers, 105 radios, and 210 tons of food.
It's very comfortable.
In fact, the Sword Squadron was also lucky this time, because the intelligence said that only most of the Japanese pilots would go to the rest house every Sunday afternoon.
This afternoon all Japanese pilots happened to be dispatched, and they were wiped out by the Sharp Sword Squadron.
Lu Yingjun continued: "Commander, during the retreat, our Sharp Sword Squadron hunted rabbits and destroyed Wusu Airport."
"Did you destroy Wusu Airport? How many planes were killed?"
Captain Li's expression showed deep surprise, and then he remembered that Lu Yingjun said on the radio that he was going to shoot pigeons, and his feelings were to attack the Japanese airport.
"How many Japanese planes were destroyed?" Li Yunlong said urgently.
Lu Yingjun knew that by destroying a plane, he could obtain three 75mm mountain guns, so he took the risk of destroying the Japanese plane during the retreat.
If there was even one Japanese pilot left at the two airfields, the Sword Squadron might suffer heavy losses, and the captured tanks would have to be blown up.
Lu Yingjun was gambling, but he was right.
Lu Yingjun replied: "I haven't asked them the exact number yet, but at least 10 Japanese planes were destroyed."
After a pause, Lu Yingjun leaned into Li Yunlong's ear and whispered: "Regiment Commander, we have obtained 30 75mm mountain cannons, which is enough to equip a mountain artillery regiment."
When Li Yunlong heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up quickly, and he looked extremely satisfied: "You really gave me a big surprise, you did a great job!"
"Captain." Lu Yingjun smiled. "You have to buy me a drink when you get back."
"No problem, haha..." Captain Li smiled happily.
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