Bright Sword: I built Italian cannons for Li Yunlong

"Wait until they've all retreated inside," Li Yunlong instructed in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the area below.

"Wait until they feel safe before taking action."

The Japanese captain ordered his troops to remain on guard, but after marching for quite some time, they still hadn't detected any movement.

Even within the Japanese ranks, people now thought the captain was being paranoid.

As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane on the second attempt and be exhausted on the third.

The alertness of the entire Japanese troops inevitably plummeted.

When the rear convoy of the Japanese troops had all entered the depths of the valley.

Having fallen into the Independent Regiment's ambush, Li Yunlong no longer hesitated and pressed down with his right hand.

"Fire."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Eighth Route Army soldiers, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, unleashed their full firepower.

Four heavy machine guns, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, unleashed their fury.

Those undisciplined traitors were riddled with bullets before they could even react.

"Let's disable those two transport trucks in the rear first."

Gunshots rang out from both sides of the dirt road.

Zuo Muyi was also terrified at this moment, and while quickly hiding himself, he shouted commands.

"Take cover, take cover! The convoy is taking up defensive positions. Heavy machine guns and grenade launchers, give them a good thrashing and suppress their firepower!"

The Japanese army's combat skills were on full display at this moment.

The two Type 92 heavy machine guns opened fire almost simultaneously, the deafening "rat-a-tat-tat" of the machine guns as two belts of ammunition rapidly swept across the hillsides on both sides.

The grenade launchers fired with a "thud," sending dirt flying down the hillside.

The soldiers, relying on trucks and ammunition boxes, fired precisely at the firing positions on the hillside.

But Li Yunlong's side was no pushover.

At the start of the battle, they destroyed the two trucks in the back row of the enemy.

In addition to the advantages of the terrain and firepower from the top, the four heavy machine guns almost suppressed the enemy's machine gun fire.

One of the two guns was specifically designed to target the Japanese soldiers, and bullets were thrown at them as if they were free.

The Japanese machine gunner had just finished emptying a magazine and was peeking out to reload when he was riddled with bullets.

The assistant gunner rushed forward to take over, but before he could even touch the butt of the gun, he was shot down beside him.

Within minutes, four or five corpses were piled up next to the two Japanese heavy machine guns.

Our own grenadiers weren't idle either.

They adjusted their angle and fired shot after shot at the Japanese hiding place.

Although the secret weapon, incendiary bombs, was not used directly.

But it's still enough to give those Japanese devils a hard time.

Amid the explosions, Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were repeatedly blown to the ground.

Moreover, the enemy was unaware that their own grenade launchers were consciously compressing the Japanese defense perimeter.

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment, standing on high ground with a wide field of vision, had a complete view of the Japanese deployment.

Zuo Muyi was hiding behind the truck cover, his face ashen.

He peered through the gaps in the truck at the machine gun positions spitting fire on the hillside, and a storm raged in his heart.

"Damn it! The enemy has at least four heavy machine guns!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could the Eighth Route Army have so many weapons?"

He peeked out and looked at the location of his two heavy machine guns. He saw the machine gunners' bodies lying scattered everywhere, and his two precious guns were completely out of commission.

Without the suppression of heavy machine guns, the firepower on the hillside became even more unrestrained.

"Grenadier, take out those machine guns on the hillside!" he roared at the grenadier operator behind him.

Several grenade launcher operators immediately adjusted their angles and fired rapidly. Several shells whistled towards the hillside and exploded near the Eighth Route Army's heavy machine gun position.

But Li Yunlong had anticipated this move. The heavy machine gun positions were repositioned every two or three minutes, and they would move immediately after firing two or three rounds.

Although the Japanese grenade launchers were accurate, they hit empty positions.

"Baka! How come the enemy's firepower is so fierce? Who exactly is the Imperial Army force?"

This was exactly the effect Li Yunlong wanted.

He watched as the Japanese soldiers below crawled one by one into the back of the truck, crowding together to fire at the hillside.

The puppet troops huddled together, wishing they could crawl under the vehicle.

"That's about it." Li Yunlong gave a cold smile and ordered the grenade launcher operators behind him.

"Incendiary bombs, throw them into the crowd!"

Several specially made shells roared into the air and flew in parabolic arcs as they fell into the valley.

Zuo Muyilang looked up and saw those black dots; his pupils suddenly contracted.

"hidden!"

Before the words were even finished, the incendiary bomb had already landed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It wasn't an ordinary explosion, but a deflagration. Clumps of viscous flames suddenly spread out, sticking firmly to the truck, ammunition boxes, and people.

The first incendiary bomb landed precisely next to the two heavy machine guns. Before the machine gunners could react, they were engulfed in flames, screaming as they collapsed to the ground, rolling around desperately.

But the fire couldn't be extinguished at all; instead, it burned even more fiercely, quickly turning several Japanese soldiers into charred remains.

The second, the third... more incendiary bombs rained down on the most densely populated areas of the Japanese troops.

Those soldiers who were just huddled together firing have now become sitting ducks.

Some people were splashed by the flames and ran around screaming. In their panic, the flames on their bodies spread to more of their companions.

Some people hid behind the truck, thinking they were safe, but their trouser legs were burned by the flames flowing from under the truck.

The entire convoy was engulfed in flames almost instantly.

Left Eyes Ichiro closed his eyes in despair.

He watched helplessly as his meticulously constructed circular fortifications transformed into a living hell within minutes.

On the hillside, Li Yunlong suddenly stood up and waved his hand:

"Heavy machine guns, fire them dead!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The bullet chains lashed down the hillside like four fiery whips.

The Japanese troops, who had just been dazed by incendiary bombs, were now being strafed by heavy machine guns.

The formation was completely broken.

The bullets struck the truck's metal body with a crisp "clang," and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.

The Japanese soldiers hiding behind fell one after another.

This was hardly a battle; it was almost a one-sided massacre.

Zuo Muyilang hid behind the truck, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

He never dreamed that the Eighth Route Army would have four heavy machine guns and those flammable shells.

This isn't some guerrilla fighter; this is a devil.

"Retreat! Break through!" he shouted hoarsely, his voice cracking.

Where could they break through? Trucks destroyed by incendiary bombs blocked both ends, making it impossible to get out.

On both sides of the hillside, the Eighth Route Army's firepower became increasingly fierce, pressing them so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.

The morale of the Japanese soldiers and their puppet troops was shattered. They knelt on the ground, hands raised high, trembling like lambs to the slaughter.

Li Yunlong led his soldiers down the hillsides on both sides.