Seeing these flying shells, Commander Okamoto felt that his whole body was not well, and his face was darker than that of pig liver.

Yes, Tubalu has too many artillery shells, enough to completely cover his artillery positions.

With so many artillery shells, as soon as they hit the ground, his artillery position would be wiped out.

"Bagaya Road, damn Tubal Road, why do they have so many cannons?"

The commander of the Okamoto division cursed crazily.

He was really going crazy. He never dreamed that there would be so many cannons on Tubal Road.

He also couldn't understand why Tu-8 Road's artillery was still able to fire back when he had bombarded it with so many artillery pieces.

He had thought that Wang Hao was using a reverse slope artillery position, but even if it was a reverse slope, it should be able to hit the target, right?

He never thought that he would be so unlucky that his artillery position and Wang Hao's artillery position were directly opposite.

Sure enough, when the wave of artillery shells came down, the artillery position in front suddenly let out a rumbling explosion.

That would really shake the earth!

The Japanese artillery was also blown up at that moment so much that no bones could be found.

The hundreds of cannons he carefully guarded were blown into parts at that moment.

The explosions in front continued, and the artillery shells from the Eighth Route Army continued to rain down.

The face of Commander Okamoto's division was illuminated by the fire and turned red.

"It's over..."

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this?"

Division Commander Okamoto felt weak all over.

The Japanese who watched this scene also felt as if the end was coming.

"Baga Yalu, damn Wang Hao..."

"Send a telegram to Commander Okamura quickly. Our plan may have failed."

The commander of the Okamoto division said weakly.

The reason why he said it was possible was because his bombardment lasted seven or eight minutes.

He was not sure whether Wang Hao was killed or not.

In fact, this wave of bombings made great achievements.

Both Wang Hao's troops and Wu Mingtang's troops suffered heavy casualties from his attack.

The battalion led by Xizi defended the Japs' charge from the front and received the heaviest blow.

At this moment, there were countless casualties, barely two out of ten. Even Xizi died heroically in the artillery fire.

This was the most serious casualty since Wang Hao traveled through time.

Wu Mingtang's troops suffered more than 3,000 casualties. There was nothing he could do. His troops were fighting the Japs in front and were completely exposed to the Japs' artillery fire.

The Japanese artillery fire continued for 8 minutes, and the casualties exceeded 3,000. This was all due to his luck.

Soon, Commander Okamura received a telegram from the commander of the Okamoto Division.

"Bagaya Road, trash... trash..."

Commander Okamura felt his heart ached after reading the telegram! He covered his chest and sat there.

His chief of staff took the telegram and read it. After reading it, he was speechless.

"Your Excellency, Commander, our artillery fire continued to bombard Wang Hao for seven or eight minutes. Is it possible? Wang Hao has been killed?"

The Japs Chief of Staff said hopefully.

Yes, this is the closest to killing Wang Hao. It is also the most likely to kill Wang Hao.

Commander Okamura said helplessly: "I hope! Send a telegram to Okamoto immediately and ask him to lead people to rush over as quickly as possible and fight Wang Hao decisively.

Regardless of whether Wang Hao is dead or not, I must kill him. Otherwise, tell him there is no need to come back."

Commander Okamura said very decisively.

"Hi."

The Japanese chief of staff said quickly.

"Wait a moment."

Old Japs Okamura suddenly stopped the Japs chief of staff and said: "Tell him to get to the battlefield and send me a telegram two hours ago and I will send planes to support him."

"What?"

The Japanese chief of staff was taken aback and said, "Your Excellency, Commander, isn't this too risky?"

The Japanese chief of staff was shocked. Wang Hao's area has become a restricted area for airplanes. Your Excellency, the commander, wants to send airplanes there. Isn't that asking for death? If they can use airplanes, haven't they already used them?

Old Japs Okamura said: "Try it! At the very least, it can improve the morale of our warriors."

Yes, when they heard that there was plane support, the Japs felt confident. When facing Wang Hao, they were no longer so afraid.

"well……"

The Japanese staff officer let out a long sigh.

I don't know since when, their Japanese troops started to be afraid of the Eighth Route Army.

Before, this was a shameful thing. Now, it sounds so natural. Do you think it is magical or not?

Soon, Commander Okamoto received the telegram. Holding the telegram in his hand, he didn't know what to say.

At the beginning, before he was transferred here, he had thought that this would be the result.

Unexpectedly, the reality was much crueler than he imagined.

"well……"

Okamoto Division let out a long sigh.

"Pass my order and the troops will advance at full speed and reach the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Tell the warriors that this time, we have planes to assist in the battle. Our slogan is to destroy Tubal Road and destroy Wang Hao."

"Hey, destroy Tubalu and destroy Wang Hao."

We have planes to help.

"Destroy Tubalu and destroy Wang Hao."

"Destroy Tubalu and destroy Wang Hao."

The Japs suddenly seemed to be on fire, shouting slogans all the way and pushing the accelerator to the bottom. The car roared forward.

This time, they were not burdened by hundreds of cannons, and there were fewer artillery shells to weigh on the car, so the car ran very smoothly.

But here at the Itan Brigade, the battle has come to an end.

The Eighth Route Army's artillery shells plowed through it, and they were bombarded again by the Japs' artillery shells. The few Japs who survived were almost out of ten.

The soldiers of the Jin-Sui Army worked hard and wiped out all the little devils here.

After eliminating the little Japs, they began to clean up the battlefield.

In the Miyamoto Brigade, the battle was very fierce.

The surviving little Japanese resisted with all their might. Although their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, they still caused certain casualties to the soldiers of the Jinsui Army.

At noon, two scouts hurriedly ran into Wang Hao's headquarters.

"Report to Brother Hao, Commander Wu, Chief of Staff, there is a Japs division coming from our frontal battlefield. The artillery fire just now was caused by them."

Another division has arrived?

Wu Mingtang and the others were silent.

Duan Peng couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother Hao, it seems like the little devils won't be able to survive unless they kill us!"

The fat man said: "There are many Japanese who want to kill us, who are they? Just beat them."

Wang Hao said: "The little devil is here to deliver food!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst out laughing.

With Wang Hao's words, they all suddenly became relaxed.

Wang Hao asked the two scouts: "Where are the little devils? How far are they from us?"

A scout quickly said: "There are still seven or eight kilometers away from us. The straight-line distance is only five kilometers."

Wang Hao nodded and said, "Go and continue the investigation."

"yes."
To be continued...