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Chapter 229, Cannon, God of War!

"It's time to close the net!"

Zhang Dabiao fired another flare into the sky.

Half of the enemy has climbed the cliff, and the strategy of showing weakness to the enemy has been achieved.

The next step is to eliminate as many enemies as possible.

Regular rifles, machine guns and mines, plus grenades, were just on display.

You don't think that the new second regiment has this number of ways, do you?

The signal flare has just been lifted into the air, and the artillery in the rear indicates that their cannons are already hungry and thirsty.

Two mortars, with a rate of fire of rounds per minute, poured firepower at the enemy on the cliff,

The sound of rumbling cannons was endless.

The Japanese army who was still attacking just now had no choice but to lie down on the spot to avoid the shells.

At this time, no matter how advanced the combat skills they have mastered, whether they are ordinary soldiers or high-ranking officers, they are all equal in front of the cannon.

It's over, this place is too small, and the shells are too dense, maybe we have to explain everything here.

Kazuki Yamamoto lay on the ground, full of thoughts.

For example, he was certain that he had been betrayed, and the information was leaked at some point.

Tubalu came prepared and ambushed here to attack me.

At this moment, let alone attacking the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, he is not sure whether he can escape unscathed.

It is good to climb up from the cliff for a sneak attack, but being ambushed by the opponent and unable to survive, this is also a desperate situation that can kill them.

It is even said that if the eight roads have enough shells, they can all be buried here with artillery fire.

There was a loud bang.

Yamamoto felt that his ears were going deaf, and he knew that there must be shells falling around him.

Very close.

The brain can still think, which means that it has not been blown to pieces.

The deputy fell on top of him, yelling at him.

Kazuki Yamamoto was also asking the other party: "What are you talking about?"

He couldn't hear what the other party said, nor could he hear what he was saying. He could only feel his ears buzzing and his brain dizzy.

Trying to read the lip shape of the other party, Kazuki Yamamoto read out a few words: sir, thigh, bleeding.

who?

mine!

Realizing that he was injured, Kazuki Yamamoto twisted his body and looked at his legs.

"what!"

Only half of one leg remained, the red flesh tissue and white bone stubble were all gone from below the knee.

Realizing that he had broken his leg, followed by the pain, Kazuki Yamamoto couldn't help howling.

Pain is equal to everyone.

For Yamamoto, there is not only physical pain, but also mental pain.

The rumbling shelling stopped, the machine guns on the eighth-route position were firing, and the raging bullets swept across the withered grass, and the killers lacked the special forces in the bunker.

After a round of shelling, more than 40 people on the cliff suffered half of the direct casualties.

In this way, the Yamamoto Special Forces was hit hard again.

Breaking through the enemy's positions and raiding the Eighth Route Army's general headquarters is a meeting of eunuchs—nonsense.

In the winter, Kazuki Yamamoto's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he was in pain.

But still restrained with strong willpower, gritted his teeth and gave the order:
"Keep people behind and retreat!"

Just like a gecko cutting its tail to survive, they now have to leave some people to block the Eight Routes and buy time for others to retreat.

While commanding the counterattack, the captain of the first team took inventory and found that there were only six people left in his first team.

That's miserable!
After learning that someone needed to stay, he took the initiative to choose to stay.

"Hashimoto-kun, the Colonel will leave it to you, please take care of everything."

"Yamano-kun, please."

The Japanese army left some people entangled, while others followed the rope and descended the cliff.

But it's not that easy.

After discovering that the firepower of the Japanese army was constantly weakening, Zhang Dabiao realized that the little devil was going to run.

He was in a hurry.

These little devils are so difficult to deal with, there are not many opportunities to beat the dog in the water.It is natural to take this opportunity to eliminate it as much as possible.

"Machine gun cover, blow the charge!"

Following an order, the trumpeter rushed out of the trench and blew the charge horn with a beep.

The target was too obvious, and with a short burst, the bugleman who had just sounded the charge horn fell into a pool of blood.

His deputy picked up the trumpet and, like him, continued to blow the charge horn.

The soldiers rushed towards the enemy like a tide with their guns in hand.

The little devil is equipped with a submachine gun, and his marksmanship is very good, so the casualties of the charge will be great.

But when it comes to killing devils, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are afraid of death!
Tigers are still afraid of wolves, and the few abandoned remnants will only be submerged in the vast ocean.

The little devil on the cliff is doing the last support.

The little devil under the cliff is retreating quickly.

Since this is an ambush, how can it be so easy, just withdraw if you want.

Li Yunlong led the third company and the first firepower company. After hearing the gunshots, he directly outflanked Kazuki Yamamoto's special forces.
Attack back and forth to wipe out the enemy under the cliff once and for all.

One wanted to escape, the other launched an attack, and the battle entered the most intense state from the very beginning.

The sound of gunfire, the explosion of grenades, and the explosion of artillery shells merged into a continuous and earth-shattering noise.

The Yamamoto Special Forces are all equipped with submachine guns, and each of them has four grenades hanging on their bodies.

Li Yunlong also brought the essence of the whole regiment, submachine guns, light machine guns and heavy machine guns. On average, every three people had one automatic firepower.

The intensity of firepower that broke out in the fierce battle between the two sides is extremely rare on the East Asian battlefield.

A new record was directly refreshed.

The bullets fired at each other in the air became a fire net, which heated up the cold winter a lot.

"Bah, bah, bastard, this little devil is a bit fierce!"

Li Yunlong fired a few shots at the enemy, one of them was not killed, and a few bullets were eaten.If it wasn't for hiding quickly, it wouldn't be as simple as being ashamed.

On such a battlefield, no matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible for the enemy's bullets to avoid him.

The devil's marksmanship was so accurate, Li Yunlong felt that he had to reassess the enemy.

He heard Ding Wei talk about the battle in Yangcun, and he also personally saw the soldiers who died in the fourth battalion fighting the enemy.

But that doesn't generate real feedback after all.

Today, I have seen that the marksmanship of these little devils are all at the level of sharpshooter soldiers.

But the fighters of the Sharpshooter team use single-shot rifles, which are far inferior to the submachine guns used by others.

They are equipped with more automatic firearms than the little devils, and their firepower is stronger than that of the enemy, but they still cannot be completely suppressed.

This is the difference between users.

The Eighth Route Army was at a disadvantage, and the soldiers were pressed and beaten very hard by the enemy.

The sudden shelling fell on the top of the enemy's head like a heavy hammer, waking the little devil awake.

This is the site of the Eight Roads, and I don't know how many Eight Roads there are.Suppressed by the artillery fire from the Eight Routes, this place is by no means a place to stay for a long time.

Besides, the chief still needs medical treatment, and even more so, they need to retreat as soon as possible.

After a brief discussion, the special forces team left more than a dozen people behind, while the rest escorted their captain, Kazuki Yamamoto, and retreated in the direction they came from.

It was only a matter of time before the large army withdrew in desperation, and the remaining people were wiped out.

Yuan Lang, who was watching from the cliff, fired mortars at the retreating enemy continuously.

Chu Yunfei on the side was amazed.

"Consultant Yuan, your artillery skills are really brilliant."

He could see clearly through the binoculars that the falling shells were chasing them as if they were hitting the enemy's heels.

They also killed and injured many devils, and forced them to disperse and run away, not daring to gather at all.

After chasing out of the range of the cannon, his mortar still aimed at the stubborn enemy, sending him on his way with shells one after another.

Until Yuan Lang caught an empty space, Zhang Dabiao on the side said:

"Advisor, there are no shells!"

Before he knew it, Yuan Lang emptied several boxes of shells by himself, at least fifty or sixty rounds were gone.

Captain Sun Ming was stunned and sighed: "Everyone says that your Eighth Route Army is poor, but even our Jinsui Army would not know how to use shells like this!"

Zhang Dabiao was not happy when he heard it, "Waste it? Why do I feel that it is not wasted at all!

Don't say that our consultant Yuan is very accurate, just say that these enemies, aren't they worth shelling out?

To eliminate one, we don't know how many bullets were fired and how many soldiers were sacrificed.It's worth it to be able to kill the enemy directly with shells! "

For the charge just now, Zhang Dabiao roughly estimated that at least twenty soldiers fell down.

After the whole battle, both of his companies were disabled.It still takes advantage of the home court advantage and sneak attack, otherwise!
I am afraid that they will be wiped out.

Chu Yunfei turned his head and glared at Sun Ming, "Stupid, isn't it the best thing to exchange ammunition for the enemy's life?
If it was me today, even if I shot out all the shells, I would definitely kill all the enemies. "

After seeing the ferocity of the enemy, Chu Yunfei had only one thought in his mind, even if he used all the shells in his artillery battalion to kill the leader of the team, it would be worthwhile.

This special force just met the wrong enemy at the wrong time.

If they were given a chance, they might really do something big that shocked North China and the whole of China.

The special forces are too strong. If it weren't for their lack of artillery fire, they would be eager to retreat.

Continuing to fight with Li Yunlong at the bottom of the cliff, it is really not sure who will destroy the other.

The gunfire below gradually stopped. Yuan Lang's artillery support just now was very effective, and many of the little devils after the break were suppressed and eliminated.

The battle is over.

Chu Yunfei looked into the distance for a moment, and when he looked back, the Eighth Route Army had already begun to clean up the battlefield.

He said, "Let's go, let's see how Captain Li is doing."

The battlefield below.

"Captain, all the little devils are dead, not a single one alive." The third company commander glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground: "Are you still chasing them?"

Li Yunlong scolded indignantly: "Chasing after you!"

He was unhappy and wanted to scold people.

This group of little devils is really powerful. If you send fewer people, you are sending food to the enemy. If you send more people, you may not win.

After all, with the two companies in his hands, he didn't have such a good opportunity to keep the enemy behind, let alone now.

"Clean the battlefield quickly and treat the wounded."

Li Yunlong paused, and pointed to the enemy's retreat route: "Send some people to take a look. We fired so many cannons over there just now, and if a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, he will have to kill a few of them."

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