The mountain where the Japanese were located was covered by more than a dozen shells in an instant. Dozens of Japanese soldiers who had no time to transfer were immediately devastatingly attacked, and they were bombed and flew everywhere together with their artillery.

The deafening explosion sounded through the sky, and the scene was much more powerful than the Japanese's own 92 infantry cannon just now.

This was not over yet. The shelling round after round, and it took two bases to slowly stop. The entire mountain was filled with smoke, and the trees lit by the incendiary bombs were burning, with fragments and charred wreckage everywhere. There were also a few lucky people who had not been killed, running down the mountain in panic.

Zhang Liu habitually took out a dagger and carved three marks on the gun, which marked that there were three more enemies he killed.

"The Japanese are going to feel sorry for you now, haha!"

Looking at the mess, Yang Danzi felt very comfortable, but it was a pity that he could not kill a few of them with his own hands.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Zhang Liu stood up, patted Yang Danzi's head, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, go and meet with the second group."

The two of them immediately ran in one direction and soon disappeared into this green jungle...

The two armies are currently in a confrontation stage and there is no large-scale war, but small-scale battles occur from time to time.

What happened to Zhang Liu and the others was just the tip of the iceberg. Long Weng sent out all the Falcon teams with the purpose of destroying the Japanese's operational deployment as much as possible and harassing and disgusting the other party endlessly.

The Japanese also discovered some clues in the past two days. The enemies came and went without a trace, and there were constant news of officers being killed by cold guns on the frontline positions. The top Japanese troops were not unresponsive, but the patrol teams sent not only returned in vain, but were even wiped out by the regiment.

What is most difficult to understand is that the Chinese artillery soldiers seemed to have eyes, and they would hit the firepower point of the position they had built on their own, and would be immediately bombarded by the opponent.

Just like there are pairs of invisible eyes around, staring at all their movements at all times, it makes people feel panic every day, fearing that a bad shell will fall on their heads.

Now the Japanese feel that it is difficult to get off the tiger. They are not fighting, nor are they not fighting. They can only make passive defenses, because the Southern Army is unable to send more troops north, and they will even draw troops to the Pacific battlefield.

But they didn't know that the Chinese people opposite were not satisfied with such confrontation.

In mid-May, the main force of the Honorary Third Division finally arrived at the battlefield. After this period of supplementary and training, the troops have basically recovered. In addition, the arrival of new equipment, their combat effectiveness is only higher than before.

"Silent...no movement...what are you doing?"

On the front line of the 1132nd Regiment of the 200th Division, Long Weng lay on the edge of the sandbag with his butt sticking out, holding a telescope in his hand, concentrating on observing the situation of the Japanese army's defense.

Just in front of them, a gang of Japanese soldiers was entrenched on the top of the mountain, and based on the mountain, they established several lines of defense.

This is just one of the positions of the 54th Division. In the past few days, they retreated for more than ten kilometers in succession, and they did not allow the troops to establish a defense zone until they entered the depths of the jungle.

The Japanese dispersed the team very wide, and the jungle was filled with towering trees that were covered with sunlight. This piece of armored troops on their side were no longer useful.

Because of the obstruction of the woods, I was unable to find out the specificity of the other party for the time being. The Japanese also learned the tricks. The secret whistle and scouts were scattered, and the Falcon Team could not get too close. It seemed that only after fighting for one battle would you know the answer.

"A Yi, are those thirteen o'clock in the Nonggang doing Muzi?" Long Weng learned Shanghai dialect and kicked A Yi who was also lying beside him.

"How could I know...you'll ask them?" Ayi patted his dirty trouser legs and quickly moved to the side, trying to stay away from him.

Long Wenhua smiled humbly, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind: "Oh, by the way, didn't your engineer corps seize a radio acoustic speaker last time? Go quickly and get that thing up."

"What are you trying to do again?" A Yi had a bad premonition in his heart. This guy would be fine if he smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense! Go quickly! I'll be silly..."

As he said that, Long Wen raised his foot and pretended to kick it. Ayi was so scared that he quickly got up and walked down the mountain reluctantly, muttering, looking at his expression... it shouldn't be a good thing.

"Brother Long, Brother Long!"

At this moment, a call suddenly came from behind. Long Weng looked back and found that it was Fang Jingyao.

"Brother Long, just got the news that the 38th Division is preparing to withdraw its troops. We specifically notify us to prepare for the defense."

Fang Jingyao walked forward and picked up the telescope. Nan Nan said, "The Japanese opposite didn't do anything, right?"

"It's been two days, and I haven't even put a single fart. If Zhang Liu and the others hadn't been staring at me, I would have thought that the grandsons had already run away." Long Weng stood up, took a few sips of water, and asked hurriedly, "When will they leave?"

Fang Jingyao sighed and said slowly: "The retreat has begun. At present, the First and Second Regiments of the Third Division have entered the Xibu area and are undergoing a defense change with the 38th Division. Chen Jize and the Third Regiment will probably arrive in Lashio at night."

"Hehe, that kid is very powerful now. I heard that he has won many battles in the north. Jun Zu valued him very much. We can't be compared by him."

Long Weng made a joke, but he didn't care whether the 38th Division would go or stay. Although those people had good combat effectiveness, they were not a systematic one. It was a problem to cooperate with each other in battle. It would be better if they left now, but they were still afraid of being afraid of the main force when they came.

"Is the artillery regiment here?"

"They probably won't arrive until the day after tomorrow, and the chariot battalion has also fallen behind. The forest in southern Wa State is too dense, and it is really inconvenient to operate tanks and heavy artillery."

Long Wen nodded. Sherman and the half-track armored vehicles could not match the T26 light trolley. The tonnage was too heavy to limit their speed. It seemed that the counterattack plan would have to be delayed for another two days.

...

At midnight, a huge radio speaker was hung on a three-meter-high wooden stake. The trumpet was facing the Japanese army. There was a table below, and several soldiers were busy debugging the wiring.

Long Wen nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't wait to sit by the table, picked up the microphone and fiddled with it.

He is very familiar with this thing. He used this thing a lot to humiliate Takeuchi Lianshan during the days of Nantianmen Tree Fort. Now it can come in handy again.

"Sir, you're ready and you can speak."

The soldiers finally finished it after operating for a while and turned on the radio equipment. A harsh electric noise flashed through the speaker, making people frown involuntarily.

"It's a loud voice."

Long Weng grabbed the microphone with a smile and pressed the communication button, pretending to be a sound test and coughed: "Huh? Cough cough! Hehe... Good evening everyone?"

The huge sound was particularly loud in this quiet night sky, and could be heard even several kilometers away.

"Your chicken baby is a little Japanese who have come from afar, you should have people who can understand Chinese language? Hehe... I would like to express my sincere congratulations to those unlucky guys killed by my men in the past two days..."

Now, no one should go to bed, and the Japanese were even more puzzled. People kept awakening from their sleep, looking at the direction of the sound with confusion on their faces, and they had no idea what the other party was talking about.

"How is the shells feeling these two days? Don't worry, if you haven't eaten enough, you can come here to find me. Oh... there is no other thing, this thing is enough..."

"I heard that you are the 163rd Regiment of the 54th Division. What is the commander of the corps? I seem to be a noble family. I want to ask why the children of the Japanese landlords are so confused about what they come to join the army? They travel thousands of miles to China to die. What do you think you are trying to..."

Long Weng was squirting trash talk with enthusiasm, and was having fun like a child who got his favorite toys. His breathtaking laughter was extremely "penetrating", which made people's heart tremble.

"どうしたの? What are the Chinese doing?" Japanese corps leader Nakamura Chief Fuji walked out of the tent and asked the soldiers beside him with a confused look on his face.

Like most Japanese, he had just fallen asleep, but was "pulled" out of the bed by Long Wen's demonic voice.

The soldiers around him looked at each other and couldn't say anything. Seeing that the guy shouting opposite him was in high spirits, he couldn't stop at night for a while, Nakamura had no choice but to find a staff officer who could speak Chinese, wanting to know what the other party was talking about.

The staff officer stood up and listened carefully for a while, and explained to him: "Report to the wing captain, the other party is insulting us and mocking us for being incompetent in combat."

"Naya! Are these Chinese people too idle to sleep?" Nakamura cursed indignantly. If he hadn't been able to beat the other party now, he really wanted to lead his troops to cut off the man's head.

"If you want to be numb, why don't you say a few words?"

Long Wenhua seemed to be tired of talking, so he stared at the side of the cold eyes and wanted to numb, so he handed the microphone over generously.

"You are crazy about Mai? I'll tell you a hammer." Yao Ma refused decisively, he couldn't do such embarrassing things.

But Long Weng didn't plan to let him go. He stood up with a rub, grabbed the back of his neck and forced it to the seat.

"Oh, hey! It hurts! Be gentle...why are you calling me?"

Long Wen, who could not twist the extremely powerful force, could only ask helplessly with a bitter face.

"Whatever you want to say, just use your hometown dialect to say hello to the grandchildren on the other side." Long Weng smiled a little and urged her with an eyebrow.

Yaoma had no choice but to hold the microphone and think for a long time. Finally, under Long Wen's eyes, he finally put a sentence in his mouth: "...Hehe, little Japanese! I said you are immortal!"

"Also, let me say something to the corps captain named Nakamura on the opposite side."

"Uh...Captain Nakamura, I say you are a fairy-like man Banban!"

...

This extremely lethal Sichuan dialect slowly echoed in the night sky, and the companions around Yaoma finally couldn't help but start to burst into laughter, especially Long Wenhua, the heartless guy, who almost laughed out loud.

"Haha, yes, it's okay, it's a good scolding."

""

On the other hand, the Japanese military adviser repeatedly passed in his mind saying "You, Immortal". It was obvious that his vocabulary could not keep up with it, and he only knew that the other party seemed to be cursing.

"Matsusaka, what are they talking about?" Nakamura Captain asked curiously.

"Report... Report to the wing captain, they... they seem to be greeting you..." Staff Officer Matsusaka replied nervously.

"Nani? Greetings to me? What are you greetings to me?" Nakamura was shocked and asked quickly.

"Ask...hello to your whole family..."

After about a few seconds of holding it in, a flush quickly appeared on Nakamura's face, and blood and energy kept surging in his heart from his feet, and a sense of humiliation arose.

"Baga! These damn Chinese people! Ah!" Nakamura was so angry that he pulled out his samurai sword in anger and roared loudly at the sky.

"Order the artillery to open fire for me!"

"The captain of the corps repeatedly thinks, now is not the time to act voluntarily." The staff officer quickly dissuaded.

Not to mention whether the fight was accurate at this night, just exposure of firepower could easily lead to a catastrophe. It is estimated that the Chinese people should not be fooled with this purpose.
Chapter completed!