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Chapter 84, Broken Stronghold
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The battle to attack the stronghold has begun.

Ditches were dug outside the Yingshan stronghold, barbed wire was drawn up, and a suspension bridge was erected at the only access point.

There is no doubt that if the gap cannot be opened by artillery, the attacking party will suffer huge casualties.

The nd and rd companies deployed in the frontal attack opened up the skirmishers and fired at the enemy with light and heavy machine guns.

In this battle, they acted as a feint attack force, attracting the enemy's attention and firepower, and creating opportunities for the real fatal blow of the friendly forces.

"Mother, hit me hard."

The second company commander used to be a machine gunner, and he didn't usually have much chance. This time he returned to his old job, controlling a Type 92 heavy machine gun, and the bullets were accurate and hard.

The ghosts on top of the suppressed wall couldn't lift their heads.

The enemies on the wall counterattacked the eight roads outside through the helmet-sized shooting holes.

There is no doubt that this is an unequal battle.

Although the Eighth Route Army had many men, many guns, and sufficient firepower, bullets could not penetrate the wall, and it was difficult to injure the Japanese and puppet troops hiding behind the wall.

On the contrary, although the Japanese and puppet troops were small in number, they could calmly deal with the Eighth Route Army through the shooting holes, and there were not many bunkers outside.

The second company commander knew that his responsibility was to attract the enemy's firepower.

Attracting most of the enemies is a great achievement.

"Comrades, don't be stingy with bullets. This is a good opportunity to practice marksmanship. Aim for me and hit me hard!"

The commander of the third company, who was several hundred meters away, also issued orders to the soldiers around him.

If you can't get the head start of breaking the stronghold, then earn some benefits.Anyway, the captured ammunition must be replenished first, so when should we wait?
The second and third battles were lively, and the soldiers of the first company went around to the east of the stronghold quietly.

They got a little closer, and the enemies in the stronghold also spotted them.

"Enemy attack!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of their companions and call for reinforcements.

However, this will not have any effect, the feint itself is a conspiracy.

The Japanese and puppet troops were short of troops, and facing the attack of nearly 300 people from the second and third companies, the pressure was very high.

We had to mobilize other forces to increase the defense on that side.

It is too late to call for reinforcements at this moment, and there are not many people who can come for reinforcements.

"Fire the light and heavy machine guns, and give me the bastard bastard..."

Once the enemy on the wall opened fire, Zhang Dabiao did not hide anymore, and his loud voice overwhelmed the sound of the guns, and the brothers in the whole company could hear him.

Light and heavy machine guns were suppressing, and the infantry opened up the skirmish line, ready for a full-scale assault.

Zhang Dabiao turned to look at Yuan Lang who was setting up the Type 92 infantry artillery: "How is it? Is Advisor Yuan ready? Can you fire the artillery now?"

Yuan Lang, who finished the final debugging, looked at the wall of the stronghold.All of them are of brick and wood structure, no cement and steel bars are used, just don't know how thick it is.

Thinking about it, it would not be too thick, because it is used to deal with the eighth road, and there is no need for that.

"Okay, you can fire at any time."

Zhang Dabiao was full of arrogance, and the ears of people with loud voices hurt: "Then fuck him."

"fire!"

A loud drink.

Yuan Lang opened his mouth, and tugged hard on the match rope.

There was a booming cannon.

The shooting hole that was still shooting out just now was blown to pieces.

Fragments from the shells mixed with shattered flying rocks created a storm around the point of impact.

Several Japanese and puppet soldiers around screamed, and those who were not killed immediately were also seriously injured.

After the smoke and dust fell, a gap of about three meters appeared on the wall.It's like being bitten by some monster, it's really ugly.

"The power of the Type 92 infantry artillery is still a bit weak." Yuan Lang muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Dabiao swung his fist vigorously, and shouted: "Good job, give me a bastard little devil again."

The monk stepped forward, quickly withdrew from the shell casing, took the shell handed over by a soldier, and stuffed it into the barrel.

After taking two steps back, he said loudly, "The shells are ready."

"fire!"

Zhang Dabiao is addicted to shouting, and feels that shouting these two words is full of masculine strength like a man.

As if he was this cannon that could destroy the enemy.

"fire!"

"fire!"

One shell after another, under Zhang Dabiao's order to fire, bombarded the top of the wall of the stronghold.

Regardless of how Yuan Lang disliked the poor power of the Type 92 infantry artillery, it was artillery after all.

The 3.8 kg high-explosive bomb, loaded with explosives, is more than enough to deal with earthworks or masonry structures.

Aiming at a point, a few shells came down, forcibly punching a gap in the stronghold.

The entire section of the wall was knocked down, and a section of seven or eight meters long was blown out.

"Damn, you did a great job. If you had this cannon before, would the little devil still be so arrogant?"

Zhang Dabiao looked at it hotly, recalling the years when there was no artillery fire to attack.

At that time, in order to conquer the enemy's fortifications, the brothers had to rush several times in a row to cover the blasters.

Until the enemy's city wall was blown down with explosives, a gap was made.

In this process, how many brothers will be killed or injured depends entirely on the luck of the blaster.If the blasting is successful earlier, there will be fewer deaths.

If it is too late, half of the troops who initiate the charge and cover will be killed or injured.

At this moment, the engineers had already destroyed the barbed wire under the cover of machine guns.

And using planks and ladders, several passages through the trench were built.

The preparations before the attack are all in place.

Zhang Dabiao shook off the memories in his mind, and shouted to the trumpeter: "Blow the charge, and the whole company will start a conflict!"

Beep, beep beep...

The commandos with submachine guns rushed out immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the whole company rushed out, like the tide at high tide, hitting the embankment.

It is impossible for an embankment that has collapsed for a while to withstand the impact of the waves.

He was stunned by the shell shock.

The remaining Japanese soldiers came to their senses, still resisting with the weapons in their hands.However, their numbers were too small and they were submerged in the waves of the Eighth Route Army.

In particular, the ones rushing forward were the commandos with submachine guns.At most, the Japanese army had only one chance to fire a shot, and then a string of bullets, killing them instantly.

It was found that the Japanese had already been defeated, and there was no imperial army (crossed out)... The devils stared at it, and the remaining puppet soldiers raised their guns high above their heads, becoming people who knew current affairs.

The soldiers went to collect guns and ammunition, and arranged for them clearly.

Zhang Dabiao didn't even look at them, "Hurry up, the first row goes to the left, the second row goes to the right, attack along the wall, and wipe out the remaining enemies."

"The third platoon leader controls the ammunition warehouse, material warehouse, and grain warehouse, and does not give the enemy a chance to destroy."

After issuing a series of orders, Zhang Dabiao led the people towards the enemy's headquarters.

Using artillery to open the gap, the stronghold was broken too quickly, and all the Japanese and puppet troops were not mentally prepared.

Second Lieutenant Kuroda, who escaped from the stronghold with the remaining subordinates, looked up to the sky and sighed on the way: "It's too fast.

If the Eighth Route Army is like this, will the Imperial Army still have peace? "

(End of this chapter)