The frontline headquarters of the New Regiment issued an order for artillery fire.
As Lu Yingjun roared at the radio communication machine, the sound of gunfire instantly tore through the quiet air.
The first 12 rounds of artillery shells fired from the mountain artillery camp fell from the same direction outside the west gate of Yangquan City.
Metal projectiles carrying the aura of death pierced the air and made a horrifying whistling sound, and the west gate of Yangquan City was immediately plunged into a sea of smoke and fire.
In order to achieve the suddenness of the artillery bombardment, the mountain artillery battalion did not conduct pre-test firings, but determined the firing parameters with precision methods, striving to make the first batch of artillery shells severely damage the Japanese army.
Mitake Tsuda, commander of the 4th Brigade, was holding a telescope to observe the battlefield situation, when a red flare suddenly rose in the field of view of the telescope.
Then countless tongues of flames suddenly burst out from the Eighth Route Army's position. These tongues of flames whipped toward the attacking Japanese troops like whips, and the Japanese troops at the front fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, two attacking tanks were hit by bullets and burst into flames, causing Tsuda Mitake's face to darken instantly.
While he was thinking about why this Tubal Road had such powerful firepower, Mitake Tsuda suddenly heard a strange whistling sound in the air.
The sound passed over Lion Rock, from far to near.
The battle-hardened Mitake Tsuda suddenly turned pale.
As a professional soldier, he certainly knew better than others that this sound was caused by high-speed projectiles cutting through the air.
"No!" Mitake Tsuda was immediately pushed down by the security personnel next to the armored vehicle.
However, it was already too late. The first batch of artillery shells had already landed in front of Yangquan City. Amidst the explosions that shook the earth and the mountains, the entire city gate was filled with smoke and shrapnel flew across the city.
A 75mm caliber grenade landed right next to the armored vehicle, blowing Mitake Tsuda and his two guards into a pink mist.
Even the armored vehicle was overturned by the blast of air. When the smoke cleared, Mitake Tsuda and the two guards disappeared.
The two trucks were blown into scrap metal and burst into flames. The Japanese guards who were on guard around them suffered heavy casualties.
Kurosawa Shoji, who was urging the soldiers to attack from the front, was pushed to the ground by the guards when the first batch of artillery shells hit the ground, and then he suddenly jumped up from the ground.
Kurosawa Shoji looked in the direction of the city gate and rushed over desperately.
The Japanese artillerymen noticed something was wrong the moment they heard the whistling sound of artillery shells, and saw the shells falling 500 meters behind and hitting the brigade commander.
The Japanese artillery battalion captain noticed something was wrong and immediately ordered the transfer of positions.
However, it was not that easy to move the artillery positions that had been constructed in a hurry. In less than half a minute, a sharp and strange whistling sound came from above.
Facing the shells falling from the sky, the Japanese artillerymen were at a loss for a moment. They all lay on the ground and left their fate to God's will.
One shell after another hit the Japanese artillery position, and the shock wave carried sharp shrapnel and blew away the Japanese field artillery, infantry guns and mortars.
Some artillery shells even hit the ammunition boxes, causing even more violent explosions. After three rounds of shelling, the entire Japanese artillery position was destroyed and corpses littered the fields.
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In the headquarters of the new regiment, I saw this scene through the telescope.
Li Yunlong looked very satisfied, and Lao Gao grinned: "A mountain cannon camp, covered by the fire of 12 mountain cannons, is enough for a little Japanese to drink a big pot."
Zhao Gang also said: "This is much more powerful than infantry artillery and mortars. One shell can explode a large area."
"The first round of artillery shells just landed outside the city wall. I don't know if it hit the Japanese commander?"
Li Yunlong snorted: "Whether he is hit or not, the little devil is not feeling well at this time."
"The Japanese artillery positions have been destroyed."
"Let's continue adding ingredients."
"Lu Yingjun, immediately report the parameters to Wang Chengzhu and launch artillery fire coverage on the Japanese attacking the front slope position."
At this time, the Japanese attacks on the position continued.
All the Japanese tanks used in the first wave of attacks have been killed by bazookas.
Although there are still several tanks parked behind the Japs, the Japs tanks pose little or even a small threat to the new regiment.
Machine guns and bazookas make it easier and more enjoyable to deal with the enemy's thin-skinned tanks.
At present, the artillery position that poses the greatest threat to the new regiment has been destroyed by the mountain artillery battalion in the rear. Now we only need to concentrate on dealing with the Japanese infantry, killing and wounding a large number of Japanese infantry, and paving the way for the subsequent attack on Yangquan City.
Lu Yingjun had already calculated the shooting parameters, so he immediately grabbed the receiver and microphone of the radio communication machine and shouted loudly: "Dong three, hole three, please answer if you hear me."
The roar of artillery down the mountain may not be heard by the other party if the sound is too low.
A moment later, Wang Chengzhu's voice sounded in the receiver: "Dong three received, hole two hole two, did you hit the target, did you hit the target?"
The artillery position was a full 5 kilometers away from Lion Rock, and Wang Chengzhu didn't know whether the shells fired hit the little Japanese.
Lu Yingjun replied: "It hits the bull's-eye!"
Wang Chengzhu's exciting voice came from the receiver: "Beautiful!"
Immediately, Lu Yingjun took the receiver and microphone and conveyed the new shooting parameters to Wang Chengzhu in secret words.
The Japs' tanks had already been killed by Bazooka, but the Japs were in large numbers, and the battle suddenly became intense and a stalemate continued.
These Japs were all elite, with excellent marksmanship, and they charged towards the new regiment's position without fear of death.
However, the firepower network composed of the machine gun fire and submachine gun fire of the new regiment pinned the Japanese six to seventy meters away from the forward position.
The attack lasted for almost 10 minutes, but the Japanese did not even reach the forward position.
Soon, boom! Boom! The mountain artillery battalion began concentrated fire and artillery fire again, and the whistling sound of artillery shells flying across the sky suddenly sounded in the dark sky.
The whistling sound came from far and near, and it exploded in the middle of the crowd of Japs, raising a cloud of mud and mist.
The Japanese who attacked at the beginning didn't feel anything, but the Eighth Route Army's artillery shells seemed to be inexhaustible, falling in sheets and reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers.
Moreover, not one of these shells fell on the Eighth Route Army's position, but all fell on the Japanese attack route.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, the Japanese could not hold on anymore, and the Japanese captain waved his command knife and ordered to retreat.
However, the Eighth Route Army's artillery continued to fire relentlessly. The Japanese artillery shells followed them wherever they went, with extremely accurate landing points.
Xu Jin's barrage followed the Japanese soldiers all the way to Yangquan City, and did not stop until the Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive escaped into Yangquan City.
The Japanese soldiers were psychologically affected by the artillery blasts of the Eighth Route Army.
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On Lion Mountain, seeing the little Japs escaping into Yangquan City and immediately sealing the city gate, Li Changshun spat in a disdainful tone: "That's it? Are the Japs giving in now?"
Beside him, Wei Dayong's expression and tone were equally disdainful: "A bunch of trash."
The First and Second Battalions were fighting lively below, but the Sharp Sword Squadron was sitting on the bench at the back. Seeing their comrades killing Japanese soldiers in front, the monk was itching to watch.
Li Yunlong said that every member of the Sharp Sword Squadron is a treasure, and even the battalion commander will not be replaced. The Sharp Sword Squadron basically has no regular combat missions.
Therefore, the Sword Squadron became a reserve team like the Third Battalion.
Monk Wei and Li Changshun hoped that the Japanese would rush out and compete with the new group at this time.
In this way, the Sharp Sword Squadron is likely to participate in the battle and kill the Japanese happily.
"Xiao Shunzi, do you think the little devil dares to come out?" Monk Wei looked at Li Changshun.
The Japanese fell into the regiment commander's trap and suffered heavy losses in the first wave of attacks. They lost six tanks and no less than 20 artillery pieces. Now they probably don't even dare to come out.
Since the last time Monk Wei used the bazooka to hit 5 tanks and get a first-class merit, the fighting started again among the team leaders.
"Who are you calling Xiao Shunzi?" Li Changshun glared at Monk Wei, "I guess the Japanese don't dare to come out."
"I'm calling you." Monk Wei said, "If the Japanese don't come out, won't our Sharp Sword Squadron not be able to eat meat?"
"Then I will call you little monk from now on. If there is no meat to eat, there will be no meat to eat." Li Changshun shrugged indifferently.
"Hey, that's really boring." Monk Wei twisted his neck, his expression showing no interest.
However, Wang Xikui had already borrowed a machine gun from the machine gun battery and pushed it over.
"What are you two muttering about?"
"The kid will definitely send planes to bomb us. Hurry up and borrow a machine gun from the machine gun battery."
"Let's see if we can fly a plane or two to satisfy our cravings."
"Yes, this thing is very powerful, I like it." Monk Wei grinned.
Monk Wei stood up and walked straight to a gun position of the machine gun battery. This gun position was well concealed. The entire machine gun was covered with grass and branches. The soldiers were camouflaged with grass and trees, and wore helmets on their heads.
Wear a grass ring.
He licked his lips, looked at the machine gun with burning eyes, and turned to look at the two soldiers.
"You two go and have a rest, I'll do this for you two." Monk Wei was stunned, and the two soldiers involuntarily gave up their gun positions.
"Thank you." Monk Wei grinned and pushed the cannon away.
Only then did the two soldiers react. They stomped to the commander of the machine gun company and cried: "This flower monk is so powerful that he robbed our machine gun."
"Forget it, let them use it if you want. It's a loan anyway, and it's not like I won't return it." He Jie waved his hand and said.
He Jie did not dare to offend the ruthless people of the Sword Squadron easily, and this was not the first time that the machine gun was used.
Originally, the entire New Regiment had 50 machine guns, 20 of which were in the gun platoons of each company, and the remaining 30 belonged to the machine gun companies. However, the regiment commander gave 10 to the brigade commander. Now they are
There were only 20. These 40 machine guns were all arranged by Li Yunlong on the hilltop, widely spaced apart from each other, to guard against the Japanese planes.
On the front sloping position, when they saw the Japanese running back into the city, they all ran out of the trenches to clean up the battlefield.
Regardless of whether he is dead or not, and regardless of whether the Japanese lying on the ground moves or not, stab the vital part with a bayonet first.
The sound of bayonets piercing flesh was heard one after another.
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New regiment headquarters.
Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong and asked: "Old Li, should we attack Yangquan next?"
"It's not that simple. The Japanese will definitely attack again." Li Yunlong's tone was calm and his eyes were deep.
Zhao Gang rarely saw Li Yunlong's eyes like this, which meant that Li Yunlong's mind was running at high speed and he was extremely calm at this time.
Zhao Gang said: "The Japanese's desperate attack failed, and their morale must have been greatly affected. They should not attack again, right? What's more, what attack will the Japanese use? We have killed the artillery and cannons, and their tanks are useless."
Like iron."
Li Yunlong raised his head and looked at the sky: "We have killed the Japanese artillery and artillery. It is true that the Japanese tanks are useless, but don't forget that the Japanese still have planes."
"Japanese plane..."
Zhao Gang looked startled, suddenly thinking of the scene a few months ago when the entire New Regiment was chased by a Japanese plane, and his expression changed slightly.
"Lu Yingjun, immediately notify Wang Chengzhu to hide all the mountain cannons and tell them to move quickly."