The little devil's patrol arrived as scheduled.

The increase in military strength did not make Zhao Ziming change his plan.

Without the searchlights on the armored vehicles, the Japs patrol had to hold on to torches in order to move forward.

Otherwise, in the dark, you will be blind five meters away.

The biggest advantage of the rocket launcher is that there is no need to adjust the target or correct the trajectory.

Put it on your shoulder, aim and pull the trigger.

"Boom boom boom"

When they saw the shells with flaming tails heading towards them again, some of the little Japs had already closed their eyes.

Although the flame looked very slow, under the action of the second propulsion, the speed became faster and faster, and it was impossible to avoid it.

The Japanese soldiers who were lucky to escape rolled and crawled into the ditch on the roadside.

"Put in the explosives and light the fire!"

The rocket launcher squad retreated after the attack, and then the flying thunder cannon threw the explosive package at the little devil.

As arsenals improved gunpowder, the power of explosive packets became more and more powerful.

"Boom boom boom"

The constant flashes of fire in front of them and the deafening sound of explosions made the little devils feel as if there was a group of artillery firing shells at them.

"Get out, get out, get out quickly!"

Zhao Ziming did not want to get involved with the Japanese army, and they did not care how many Japanese soldiers were killed. As long as they could make the Japanese army uneasy, they would be successful.

During the day, four soldiers carried a Japanese corpse outside Masao Murano's command.

There were no wounds on this Japanese soldier's corpse, but there was bleeding from all the orifices.

"Let the military doctor perform an autopsy!"

Masao Murano took one look at the body and knew why the Japanese soldier died.

"Your Excellency, the brigade commander, we lost a total of twenty soldiers last night, and forty soldiers were injured, eight of whom were deaf!"

"Is this caused by the kind of shells that emit tail flames?" Masao Murano asked.

If this was the damage caused by the new weapon, its power was beyond his imagination.

Able to strike accurately, its power is comparable to that of a 150 howitzer. This is simply unparalleled on the battlefield.

The 150 howitzer mounted on the shoulder, isn't it meant to hit wherever it goes? It's simply a sniper cannon!

"I don't know. We first saw the shells with tail flames. When we hid in the roadside bunker, we suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling, and then our ears lost the ability to judge."

The explosive pack exploded not far from them, and the sound was as powerful as a grenade exploding next to their ears.

"I hope they are not the same weapon!"

Masao Murano felt that the matter was very difficult. If it was the same weapon, it would be terrible.

Zhao Zhiguo also wanted to combine these two weapons into one, but he really didn't have the ability.

"Are you still patrolling tonight?"

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment retreated after one round of fighting. It took only three minutes before and after, and the little devil couldn't find the target even if he tried to chase them.

They continued to send patrols, only to be beaten.

If they continue like this, they will lose dozens of soldiers every day, and in a few months they will be able to replace the soldiers in the army.

The new recruits who will be recruited at that time have no combat experience. Fighting with troops like Zhao Zhiguo will lead to death.

"Setting up an ambush! From today on, we will ambush a troop nearby. No matter whether we are eating, drinking, sleeping, or sleeping, we will not be able to leave until they show up!"

Of course, patrols must continue to be dispatched. Not only will patrols be dispatched, Murano Masao also plans to ambush another troop nearby.

Waiting for Zhao Zhiguo's troops to appear and attack them, they surrounded the troops and seized the weapons in their hands.

Masao Murano wanted to see what new weapons Zhao Zhiguo used.

However, Masao Murano was destined to be disappointed.

Zhao Zhiguo's requirement for troops to fight is that the same method and the same tactic cannot be used three times in a short period of time.

The officers of the Independent Regiment all learned the true story of Zhao Zhiguo.

Moreover, it was still the cold winter season, and after lying on the spot for three days and three nights, the little Japanese soldiers really couldn't stand it anymore.

It was okay if there was sunshine during the day, but when the cold wind blew at night, the little devil was so cold that his legs lost all feeling.

After three days, nothing was discovered in the ambush. Ten soldiers suffered from frostbite, and more than fifty soldiers suffered from colds.

Seeing his subordinates failing to live up to expectations, Masao Murano was so angry that his teeth itched.

However, the patrol troops have been safe these days and have not lost a single soldier.

"Is Zhao Zhiguo using our troops to test the firepower of new weapons?"

In the past few days, Zhao Zhiguo disappeared again, which made Masao Murano very upset.

Of course, Zhao Zhiguo did not disappear, because he was wondering whether to take action against the Japanese transport team.

"We will never be able to take action without beating up the Japanese patrols so that they dare not leave the city!"

Tian Kezhi suggested to let go of the Japanese transport team first, and then concentrate on eating up the Japanese patrol team.

As long as the Japanese patrol team is eaten once, the Japanese army will think that it is not safe to send a squadron of troops to patrol, and will either abandon the patrol or increase the number of troops to continue patrolling.

Attacking the Japanese transport convoy now will only cause the Japanese army to lose some supplies and will not make substantial progress in their plan.

"In this case, let's concentrate some of our superior forces and send all our heavy firepower to eliminate the Japanese patrol as quickly as possible."

Zhao Zhiguo gave the order to the third battalion, and all the troops of the third battalion were pressed forward to end the battle before Japanese reinforcements arrived.

When he learned that the patrol squadron had been wiped out within half a day, Masao Murano fell into silence.

According to the Japanese soldiers who escaped, they heard almost no gunshots during the entire battle, but only explosions.

When the explosion was over, Chinese soldiers, who were at least three times more powerful than them, rushed forward.

The battle ended quickly, and the little Japanese soldiers spent the whole process in a state of confusion.

Most of the little Japanese soldiers were stabbed with bayonets while their ears were still ringing.

"How did the Chinese army concentrate so many heavy artillery in a short period of time? Why didn't we notice anything unusual?"

Masao Murano is almost suffering from depression.

Heavy artillery, countless heavy fire strikes, how did Zhao Zhiguo's troops drag the heavy artillery into position?

And how were these heavy artillery quickly removed after the battle?

You know, the heavy artillery of the Japanese army was towed by trucks.

Zhao Zhiguo's troops had neither trucks nor roads, so they relied on soldiers to carry them on their shoulders? Could it be that Zhao Zhiguo had a group of strong men under his command?

Obviously this idea is ridiculous.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, the autopsy results of the soldiers who died in battle a few days ago are out!"

A paper report was placed on Murano Masao's desk.

"All the internal organs are damaged. Based on our current artillery fire intensity, we can estimate the opponent's firepower. Only artillery pieces above 105 can have such an effect!"

The soldiers who bled to death from their seven orifices were shocked to death, which showed that the opponent had large-caliber artillery.
Chapter completed!