"put……"

Accompanied by the bombing of its own mortar company in the rear, 27 grenade launchers belonging to the 1st Battalion also opened fire more than 500 meters away from the Japanese position.

Then, the banging explosion exploded on the mountain position where the Murakami brigade belonged. Balls of black and red smoke, large or small, spread rapidly, and then spread the entire position.

"Hahaha, keep going, just fight like this! The visual distance is 570 meters, we can't guarantee the accuracy, but this red shell does not require accuracy, continue!"

"Smash, do you see it? This is the strength of our Eighth Route Army, this is the confidence of our 716th Regiment! You guys also asked what is inside this red shell. I will tell you now that it is filled with pepper noodles, which explodes.

It’s just chili smoke, whoever sucks in will be unlucky! Hahaha…” The old squad leader who just took his son and said, patting Chen Gouzi’s shoulder.

"Old Chen, I have a son, don't fight so hard in the war, look at us..." said the 8th squad leader next to me.

"Well... let you guys first this time! Let's go with the shotgun team!" Squad leader Chen was very generous and finally stopped grabbing the main attacker.

Soon, three rounds of red shells were finished. In conjunction with the grenade launcher shells of the first battalion, the Japanese in the Murakami brigade ate 105 chili bullets. A low mountain with a kilometer radius was immediately given to the chili smoke.

The cover was tightly covered and even spread to the 4th regiment.

"Suck..." The 4th leader took a deep breath and savored the smell of his hometown: "Ge, how much did he put? This is Chaotianjiao..."

"Comrades...the machine guns are all set up, and the precise shooters are in place. When the Japanese are coming out, they will be killed for me!" The 4th regiment commander finished reciting and did not forget to remind him.

The 4th Commander savored the spicy taste of the peppers because they were far away and the smell was not strong. But the Japanese in the smoke deep in the deep can't stand it! This thing is not a poisonous gas bomb, like a poisonous gas bomb, no matter it is sucked in.

The lungs are still touched by the eyes, and whoever gets it knows.

So, when the 3 rounds of artillery bombings were over, the comrades in the mortar company replaced the blasting killing bullets and fine-tuned the parameters, the Japanese were in a mess.

Murakami Brigade is a brigade of the Ninth Independent Mixed Brigade. It belongs to the security force that protects Taiyuan and protects the First Army Command. Such troops... there are many new recruits, lack of equipment, and no gas masks, and there is still a lack of targeting pepper bullets.

train……

In short, at this time, the Japanese were coughing on their own positions and tears flowed. Many Japanese were temporarily blind.

"Ahem... don't panic, this is chili... I'll hold it back, it will be fine after a while..." Murakami captain held back his discomfort and shouted loudly. After shouting, there was a serviceman in the spirits, so I gave him a wine.

He put on a gas mask. The Japanese soldiers did not have gas masks, but there were captains, squadron leaders, and squadron leaders.

"Who has water? Wash it for me..." Some Japanese actually learned to cover their mouths and noses with wet towels, which is also a progress... The water from the wet towels will soon turn into chili water.

The Japanese were panicked, so they naturally ignored the defense of the position. The 1st Battalion Commander and his men quietly advanced for 100 meters, even using machine guns and heavy machine guns.

And taking advantage of this more than a minute, the mortar company has replaced it with serious blasting bombs and is waiting for the bombing to begin. It is not that they are slow in their movements, but that they have to choose a good time to fire the gun. This is very important

.

It was morning, and the breeze in the morning was still strong. After another minute, the pepper smoke on the mountain slowly dissipated. Seeing this, Company Commander Nie finally got the telescope in his hand.

"It's almost...ready... let go!" Company Commander Nie finished speaking and waved his hand vigorously.

"Bangbangbang..." 8 82 mortar shells soared into the sky and flew towards the Japanese positions.

Seeing the mortars behind open fire, the first battalion of grenade launchers had quietly approached about 300 meters of the Japanese position. Taking advantage of the cover of the mortar company, they adjusted the grenade launchers in their hands.

From the angle, fire the target you like and make a precise blow.

At this time, on the Japanese's position, more than 500 Japanese were just thinking that the pepper smoke had become thinner, and some Japanese soldiers who were almost dead were finally feeling better. However, the shells falling from the sky made these Japanese feel that they seemed to be

Just like flying...

Well, some Japanese did fly up - they were blown away by the air waves blown out of the shells.

The heavy machine guns placed by the second Japanese on the commanding heights of their positions and the two 92 infantry cannons changed to scrap iron at the first time.

"Baga... hide from the cannons, hide from the cannons... don't be messed up..." The captain of Murakami took off his gas mask and shouted loudly, shocking the recruits to not move around.

Everyone knows that veterans are afraid of machine guns and new recruits are afraid of artillery shells. Captain Murakami intends to use his idealism as the captain to control the situation. As long as the recruits do not run around, the shelling effect of the Eighth Route Army will be greatly reduced. The only bad one is

The news is that the hill where I am located is too much momentum. I have been digging for so long, but I haven’t dug out a suitable position.

The trench was too shallow and there were no anti-cannon holes, so the Japanese could only lie in the trenches and let the shells fall.

This is a bet on life, and the number of shells of the Eighth Route Army cannonballs with life and the hit rate of the Eighth Route Army!

Well, there were indeed not many shells from the Eighth Route Army. It was over after only four rounds of bombing. Only more than 100 shells were put on the mountain.

However, when many alive captains, squadron leaders, and squadron leaders counted the team after the shelling, they found that their own brigade had almost half of them? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

Whether it was the captain of Murakami or other Japanese officers, they did not believe this result. But the result was that the infantry cannons brought were gone; heavy machine guns were gone; a plaster flag inserted at a high place of the position, at this time

Half of it has been pasted, and only half of it is left with the white plaster and a corner of it.

"How could this happen?" Captain Murakami looked at the tragic situation of his position and felt a little confused.

Then, he didn't have the time and energy to deal with this reason. Why? Because taking advantage of the artillery bombardment just now, the 1st Battalion had approached less than 200 meters from the Murakami Brigade, which almost pushed the bayonet to the Japanese's nose!

Moreover, all squads entered the attack position and were waiting to launch a decisive battle.

"Very good, very good... This game is stable! It's time to blow the charge..." Captain Huang looked at the action of the 1st Battalion in his telescope and said happily.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the charge and the shouts of the soldiers sounded from the front battalion!
Chapter completed!