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Chapter 386, Eight Routes, the most troublesome enemy of the imperial army

Countless rockets came through the air, almost without a pause, and rushed directly into the artillery regiment's camp.

The air waves created by the explosion's shock wave became tangible, and it was obvious that the enemy's artillery wanted to completely submerge them.

There was an earth-shattering bang that overwhelmed the other explosions, and the earth seemed to be trembling.

It was the ammunition depot of the artillery regiment that was detonated.

A small mushroom cloud was transpiring above the city, and the intense firelight illuminated the night, allowing the city residents to see the sky as if it were daytime.

After the brief singing of the ammunition depot, there was the continuous sound of rockets.

The past ten seconds have been a century of earth-shattering.

The chief of staff of the alliance who was lying on the ground felt his brain buzzing, and there was no pain anywhere in his body.

That's the shock wave from the shell, which hurt him.

Like a baby toddler, he struggled to get up and looked around.

There were pieces of flesh and blood all over the floor, the only thing left in the world after someone was torn apart by shells.

Many appeared to be intact, but when they breathed, they were out of breath.

The gun barrel made of steel was twisted into twists, and the broken gun carriage flew around the world, causing secondary damage to the soldiers.

"No, it's not true..."

The soldiers who were still alive and kicking in front are now dead and wounded.

It is difficult for the chief of staff of the wing to accept the two completely different scenes.

But this is the reality, wars only judge heroes by success or failure.

Maeda Jiro, who had just set up a temporary headquarters, stared blankly at the artillery wing camp covered by artillery fire.

The Artillery Regiment Commander Yamada Osamu called him just now, requesting to transfer first, and then try to counterattack.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he agreed, the artillery wing was gone.

"Quick, get me Yamada Colonel, from the Artillery Regiment."

Maeda Jiro picked up the phone and asked the operator incoherently.

However, no one answered the phone all the time. It was not until 5 minutes later that someone from the artillery regiment called to say that their commander Yamada Osamu was in the duty room and was crushed to death by the collapsed building.

The family is happy and the family is worried.

On the positions of the Eighth Route Army.

The rockets fired in the second wave triggered the explosion of the artillery ammunition depot, illuminating the entire sky.

The soldiers cheered and waved their flags, and jumped out of the trenches excitedly.

They didn't know what secret weapon the commander used, but it was still clearly visible to blow the shit out of the enemy.

Li Yunlong observed the results of the battle with a binoculars in his hand, but he didn't see how the enemy was blown up without any bones remaining. Instead, he was flashed by the flames of the explosion, and he cried loudly with tears.

People who didn't know thought the commander was too excited and cried happily!

Of course, he was really happy.

According to intelligence, the artillery wing in the city has at least a dozen large-caliber howitzers.

Even if they haven't been completely destroyed now, % to % should be destroyed if they think about it, and the damage caused to the little devil is gone.

"Quick, quick, continue loading rockets."

Yuan Lang urged the soldiers to move quickly, time is against the clock, the sooner they are installed, the sooner they can blow up his little devil.

The commander of the artillery battalion carried the rockets together with the soldiers, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

This is a labor that requires a lot of physical strength, and the weak can't do it.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Comrades, work harder, the artillery of the little devils just now is finished.

Now we can kill dozens of little devils with just one shot, and only our artillery can do it in the world.

The infantry can't catch up with us even if they flatter their horses. We have to let them have a good experience this time, and they will all work hard with me. "

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army used to be generally peasants, and they joined the Eighth Route Army to fight devils.

Hearing what their battalion commander said, everyone was sweating profusely and didn't feel tired, and worked hard like chicken blood.

Yuan Lang couldn't share the hardships with the soldiers like the commander of the artillery battalion. All he could do was throw money and promise to give the soldiers some benefits.

"Brothers, work harder. After this battle is over, let's celebrate by slaughtering pigs and sheep!"

The soldiers cheered again and again, and they became more energetic in carrying rocket bombs.

Li Yunlong was more than half relieved when he saw the soldiers in the artillery battalion working in full swing.

As I said before, it takes 10 minutes to reload a wave, and the more stamina is consumed the further you go, and the efficiency will slow down.

But looking at the enthusiasm of the soldiers, it is obvious that there is no need to worry.

Li Yunlong came over and asked Yuan Lang, "Where are you going to fight next?"

Yuan Lang said: "I think the soldiers of the little devils can't stay in the barracks and be bombed foolishly. If they want to fight, they should hit the train station and destroy all the supplies there."

"Yes, if I were the enemy and still had the ability to bombard, the next bombardment must be the train station warehouse." Mashiko Shigeo said this to Major General Maeda Jiro on the phone.

"Tell me your reason?"

"The railway station is our material transfer station, where most of the materials we have cleaned up and prepared during this trip have been piled up.

Once destroyed by the enemy, it will be difficult to mobilize so many supplies in a short time.Our sweep this time will fail before it starts. "

After hanging up the phone, Maeda Jiro had a bitter expression on his face, of course he knew that Mashiko Shigeo was right.

But the problem is, even if he knows, he can't do anything.

Can they stop the enemy's shelling?
The only artillery wing capable of counterattack was destroyed in the shelling just now.

It is impossible to protect the railway station and supplies.

Moreover, in a short period of time, they could not move the train station and the huge amount of supplies.

It seems that the only thing to do is to notify the people near the train station to evacuate.

For the first time, Maeda Jiro felt the powerlessness of knowing the correct answer but not being able to do it.

A staff officer of the headquarters covered the microphone to convey the request of the frontline officers:
"General, Colonel Inobe judged that the enemy's artillery camp is to the west. He has assembled the entire regiment and is just waiting for your order."

Maeda Jiro finally heard a little bit of good news: "Tell him to leave immediately, and everything will be taken care of."

Before the supporting planes arrived, all we could do now was to dispatch infantry to search and use ground attacks to stop the enemy.

His order had just been conveyed, and the vanguard of the Wellside Regiment hadn't left the city yet, and the third wave of shelling came as scheduled.

Sure enough, the train station was targeted by the enemy.

After the previous two earth-shattering bombardments, Maeda Jiro was still shocked by the salvo of quite four heavy howitzer regiments.

It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of cannon could fire hundreds of shells quickly with an interval of about 10 minutes?
He was still thinking, and the short shelling was over.

The ammunition placed in the train station warehouse, which was consumed by about 2 people in one battle, was detonated by the explosion of the shell as expected.

It also added prestige to the enemy's shelling.

Looking at the flames that lit up half of the sky in the distance, there are still 2 people with food and clothing, and there must not be much left.

Those are all transferred from the surrounding areas, and it is difficult to raise the second batch in a short time.

The supreme commander is now in a coma, and the artillery that was to be relied on has been destroyed, and even the supplies are gone.

Jiro Maeda had a sad expression on his face. Before the sweep was carried out, he could already declare a failure.

"Balu, Balu, you are really the most troublesome enemy of the imperial army!"

he muttered to himself.

The sharp-eared staff officer heard it and lowered his head in silence.

In the past, Balu, like a beggar, didn't have many bullets, let alone heavy weapons.

With flexible guerrilla tactics and tenacious cockroach-like vitality, he was already the enemy of the imperial army.

Now that they still have heavy weapons, the life of the imperial army may be even more difficult.

On the rocket artillery position.

Yuan Lang is waiting with Li Yunlong.

The three waves of rockets have been fired, and all the important targets that should be destroyed have been destroyed.

There are two more waves, which target should we destroy?
It seems that I can only kill more little devils.

Now they have to wait for the little devil to come, and see which unlucky guy who is not afraid of death will bump into him head-on when he is ordered.

Yuan Lang raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Twenty-ten minutes have passed, the little devil won't stop coming, will he?"

He knew that the little devil would definitely call for plane support, and the longer the time dragged on, the closer the enemy plane would be to them.

If the battle has not been completed by then, the Katyusha rocket launcher cannot be used in order not to expose the target.

"It's time."

Li Yunlong was very calm, and the long wait seemed to make him calmer.

Before, he had ordered the front-line soldiers to light a bonfire, and it shouldn't take much effort for the enemy to find the light of the fire.

The transportation of motorcycles and cars, and a few kilometers of wild dirt roads are just a matter of a few accelerator pedals.

The Wellside Alliance, which arrived first, has already entered two brigades into attacking positions.

Colonel Jingbian looked through the binoculars and saw piles of bonfires artificially piled up in the open space in the distance, and his forehead was bulging with anger.

"Bageyalu, Balu actually underestimated us!"

The light of the bonfire was one of the important reasons why they could find them quickly.

But those bonfires obviously have no effect, the only function is to help them point the way.

The chief of staff of the wing also saw it, and reminded: "Your Excellency, this is very likely a trap set up by the cunning Eight Routes to lure us here on purpose."

"I know, but even if it's a trap, we have to come." Chief Inobe said helplessly.

The enemy's artillery fire has caused them immeasurable losses.

It is absolutely impossible to continue to let it go.

Even if there is a sea of ​​swords and flames ahead, he has to do it if he sends troops to die.

This is undoubtedly very painful.

The chief of staff suggested: "Then let's send a squadron first to test the enemy's firepower."

Send small troops to test the firepower, and then according to the enemy's firepower, use artillery to destroy them in a targeted manner, and then send more troops to attack.

Repeating this cycle is the same style of play of the Japanese army for thousands of years.

But today is a special case. Every minute they waste is time for the enemy to prepare for artillery fire, increasing the possibility of being bombarded in the rear.

The three infantry brigades of the Wellside Regiment have all come. The regiment of nearly 3000 people sent an infantry squadron of less than 200 people to test it. What is the intention?

"Behind us, Colonel Yokoyama and Colonel Okada are coming with troops. Do you want them to laugh at me?"

Da Zuo Jingbian questioned the chief of staff, but he was speechless.

Immediately ordered to send the Fourth Infantry Battalion, which had already entered the offensive position, to immediately attack the enemy in front of it.

"For the empire, onboard!"

The Japanese army, which had been prepared a long time ago, rushed up like a tide when Captain Shao Zuo swung his command saber vigorously and gave the order.

The artillery squadron launched a cover-type shelling, and the shells that fell first blew up the bonfire piled in the middle.

Add a cover of night to the infantry rushing forward.

Then fired artillery shells at the enemy positions to suppress their firepower.

In the machine gun squadron of the infantry brigade, eight heavy machine guns sprayed out long tongues of flame, suppressing anyone who dared to show their heads.

Also provides cover for infantry.

Zhang Dabiao, who was lying on the forward position, was a little excited for some reason when he heard the familiar sound of guns and artillery.

More than 40 minutes have passed since the first wave of rocket launches, and he can be regarded as seeing the enemy.

After more than ten years of fighting, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.

"Deputy commander, the enemy has already charged 200 meters away, let's beat him up!"

The soldier who was in charge of observing the enemy's movements retracted his head and asked him at the top of his voice.

The sound of the guns was too loud. In order to let the soldiers hear, Zhang Dabiao also shouted at the top of his voice: "Wait a little longer, the enemy will call me after rushing to within 100 meters. Before that, no one is allowed to shoot."

Some soldiers squeezed the gun tightly, with their fingers on the trigger, and it would have fired if the safety was not turned off.

Some soldiers unscrewed the cover of the grenade, just waiting to pull the string and throw it towards the enemy.

The platoon leaders of each company hiding in the anti-gun hole comforted the restless soldiers: "100 meters is not too late, pull closer, first shoot them with a submachine gun, and then use a grenade to greet them to death."

The soldiers laughed haha, and the tense atmosphere in the war seemed to ease a lot.

Some veterans said: "Platoon leader, our artillery has hurt the little devils. If they come at this time, aren't they afraid that our artillery will bomb them?"

Everyone pricked up their ears, and they were actually very curious.

The platoon leader laughed lightly: "Then how do I know what the little devil thinks?"

"Ugh……"

It immediately aroused the sighs of the veterans, and when they heard the platoon leader laugh, they thought he knew it!

"Don't sigh, I don't know what the little devil thinks, but I know what our commander thinks. Now, our artillery should be targeting the little devil!"

Many veterans who had fought many battles with Li Yunlong nodded their heads. Their commanders are the ones who know how to seize opportunities.

I think this time will be no exception.

Suddenly someone said: "But I heard that one shell can kill the enemy with a radius of 100 meters. The previous round hit hundreds of shells."

"So many shells have been fired, do we still have to fight?"

"Then who knows, let's collect the corpse?" The platoon leader joked with a smile.

Suddenly there was a roaring voice outside: "The devils rushed into 100 meters, and they all came out to kill the devils!"

The platoon leader guarding the entrance of the cave rushed out immediately regardless of the danger.

His voice still echoed in the ears of other fighters.

"Quick, quick, move."

(End of this chapter)