Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

"Fire!"

At Yu Dahai's loud command, all nine grenade launchers pulled their triggers at the same time.

"Thump thump thump..."

After adjustments by Yu Dahai and his team, the nine grenades flew toward the top of the pillbox.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Three grenades landed precisely on the rooftop, causing an explosion. Flames erupted, and the remains of the Japanese soldiers and machine guns were thrown into the air before falling heavily to the ground.

The other six grenades landed around the pillbox, splashing dirt and filling the air with smoke.

"Great job drying the sea!"

Yang Zheng put down his binoculars and then shouted loudly to Zhao Dahu and his men, "Prepare to charge!"

"yes!"

At the same time, Yu Dahai remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips, before shouting again, "Reload the grenades!"

"yes!"

"beat!"

"Thump thump thump..."

The grenade flew out again and landed around the pillbox.

"Boom..."

The sound of explosions was incessant.

Although it was impossible to completely destroy the pillbox, the smoke from the explosion completely obscured the enemy's beams.

"charge!!"

"kill!"

Luo Dashan and the others raised their broadswords and, under Yang Zheng's loud command, charged forward at top speed.

Behind him were warriors as fierce as tigers. Although there were only about thirty of them, their momentum was overwhelming and their voices were deafening.

Luo Dashan, who was in the lead, took the lead, while Zhao Dahu, carrying a bomb, was just as fast.

"Luo Dashan, why the hell are you rushing so fast? Without my explosives to blow open the Japanese gate, how are you going to get in?" Zhao Dahu cursed at Luo Dashan as he ran.

"You son of a bitch, don't be ungrateful. I'm rushing in front to take bullets for you!" Luo Dashan said without turning his head.

"Damn it, wait for me!!"

Zhao Dahu understood perfectly well, but he was unwilling to accept it.

The deafening explosions and the resulting smoke were enough to cover their movements, and they maintained sufficient distance during their charge.

Therefore, with the Japanese soldiers out of sight, their frantic firing downwards did not pose a significant threat to the charging troops.

In just 1 minute and 20 seconds, Luo Dashan, who was in the lead, had already approached the gate. After kicking it hard and finding that it had no effect, he shouted at Zhao Dahu, "Damn it, hurry up!"

"You son of a bitch..." Zhao Dahu was a little resentful, but he didn't delay. He quickly placed the explosive charge by the door, pulled the fuse, and then ran away quickly.

"Get down!!"

Three seconds later.

"BOOM!!"

With a loud bang, the gate of the Japanese stronghold was completely destroyed, and their path forward was no longer obstructed.

"Kill them!!"

It was Luo Dashan again, raising his broadsword high. Before the smoke of battle had even cleared, he took the lead and stepped forward, heading towards the pillbox in the very center.

Zhao Dahu and his group were not to be outdone and quickly followed.

At this time, Yu Dahai and his men had stopped bombing, and the Japanese soldiers knew that the Eighth Route Army was approaching.

"Baka! A grenade!"

The Japanese sergeant knew they were powerless to reverse the situation, but they still wanted to drag the Eighth Route Army down with them.

In such an environment, a hand grenade is undoubtedly the most suitable option.

But that's what they thought, and that's what Liu Tiegang considered too.

He followed in the middle of the assault team, and as they approached the gate, he shouted, "Yao Shizi, see those Japanese firing ports? Throw the grenades in!"

He knew the more than 70 people who had come to join the Eighth Route Army, especially the outstanding talents, whom he knew very well.

As for Yao Shizi, he knew that this person was very accurate at throwing grenades because he had practiced throwing hidden weapons, and could guarantee a very high hit rate within 40 meters.

And now, at a distance of less than 10 meters, it's even more certain, 100% secure.

Sure enough, just as the Japanese soldier was frantically pulling out a grenade and firing it, Yao Shizi threw one in through the narrow firing port.

"What is that...?"

"Baka... a grenade..."

"I'm lying down..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Explosions occurred simultaneously on the second floor of the pillbox and around its perimeter.

In contrast, the explosion on the second floor of the pillbox was more violent, not only because the space was narrow, but also because the Japanese soldiers had not had time to throw some of their grenades.

Outside the pillbox, two grenades also fell, but before they exploded, two soldiers rushed forward and used their bodies to block the force of the explosion.

"Anzi, Tiezhu... damn it, kill them!"

Zhao Dahu's eyes flashed with ferocity as he slammed his entire body against the small door of the pillbox.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and he rushed in, brandishing his broadsword and slashing down a ghost that was trying to stab him.

Luo Dashan rushed in, and then more soldiers rushed in.

Yang Zheng put down the binoculars and let out a soft breath; the outcome was no longer in doubt.

He said to the soldiers behind him, "Let's go! Let's get over there."

The next step was to clean up the battlefield and thoroughly search every inch of the Japanese stronghold. They packed up all their food, weapons, and ammunition and took them with them.

When Yang Zheng arrived in front of the pillbox, Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan had already come out of the pillbox.

"Company commander, they've all been wiped out! Not a single one survived!"

Yang Zheng nodded, patted the two of them on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, well done. Arrange for the cleanup of the battlefield, be thorough, don't miss a single grain of food!"

"Don't worry, Company Commander!" Zhao Dahu patted his chest and assured him.

"Zeng Dahui, treat the wounded; and carefully collect the remains of the fallen soldiers!"

"Yes, sir!"

After issuing two orders, Yang Zhengcai looked at Yao Shizi, walked up to him, and said with a smile, "Good lad, your throws are really accurate. Have you practiced before?"

"Reporting to the company commander, before joining the army, I practiced some martial arts and even played with flying stones!" Yao Shizi stood at attention and then replied.

"Oh!" Yang Zheng nodded, then asked, "How about the distance and accuracy?"

Yao Shizi scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "I'm about 8% sure I can throw a grenade into a basket within 40 meters, and within 30 meters, it's practically no problem!"

"Well done! Practice this skill more in the future, and try to reach the point where you can hit the bullseye every time within 40 meters. It will be very useful!" Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder.

Yao Shizi stood at attention, saluted, and loudly replied, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"Very good, very energetic!"

After praising Yao Shizi, Yang Zheng looked at Liu Tiegang and, without saying much, simply said, "Very good!"

He had witnessed everything. If it weren't for Liu Tiegang's decisive command, the casualties would likely have been far greater than just these few. It was also his own fault for not knowing his comrades well enough during this period.

Liu Tiegang, a burly man from Northeast China, replied in a deep, resonant voice, "Thank you, Company Commander!"

He wasn't modest at all, but Yang Zheng liked it.