Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

At the end of the morning's training, the soldiers of the Tiger Camp were eating, unaware that the barrels of the devil's guns had been aimed at them.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom! ——”

Suddenly, shells fell from the sky and landed in the camp of the Tiger Camp.

Suddenly there were huge fires, and two of the shells fell on the barracks.

After the violent explosion, the barracks collapsed with a bang, and the broken masonry and rubble scattered in all directions with the raging shock wave.

At that time, Yang Jing was holding a big chicken leg and gnawing on it.

The violent explosion frightened his hands so much that he had just eaten half of the chicken leg fell directly to the ground.

The rest of the soldiers were also pale with fright, and two of the less daring ones slipped under the table.

"Ge Lao Tzu, what a panic, prepare for battle for Lao Tzu, hurry, hurry, immediately enter the field fortifications!"

Yang Jing was the first to react from the shock and loudly scolded the panicked subordinates around him.

He was very strange, this is obviously the rear, how can there be little devils?

It is precisely for this reason that the Huben battalion has almost no reconnaissance posts, but only excavates and builds some field fortifications on the periphery of the camp.

Although the soldiers of the Huben battalion have not been on the battlefield, they have undergone rigorous military training, and can be used as a supplementary unit of the 1st Division, and their own quality is also very good.

Therefore, under the reprimand of the battalion commander Yang Jing, the soldiers of the Huben battalion also quickly calmed down, and under the leadership of their respective company platoon commanders, they took their weapons and quickly ran towards the outside of the camp.

At this time, the rake ear ran over against the devil's artillery fire and reported to Yang Jing: "Battalion commander, judging from the power of this shell, this should be a Japanese 90mm small steel cannon." ”

"Lao Tzu knows, go, immediately lead the artillery company to the artillery position! Ge Lao Tzu, dare to blow up Lao Tzu with cannonballs, Lao Tzu will let these little devils know why the flowers are so red now! ”

Yang Jing cursed a few words, then picked up the Mosin Nagant sniper rifle next to him and took the lead towards the artillery training position.

"Hurricane, Hurricane......"

The devil's cannonballs carried a shrill and piercing sound of breaking through the air, constantly flying from a distance.

The Tiger Ben camp camp was blown up into flames, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Some of the soldiers were unable to dodge and were directly swept away by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

Before the person landed, he was already exhausted.

One of the shells landed not far from Yang Jing's side, but fortunately, his eyes were quick, and one rolled on the spot, running out five or six meters away.

However, the artillerymen who came with him were not so lucky, they were close to the point where the shells landed, and they could not dodge in time, and suddenly fell in a pool of blood with a painful face.

"Ma Tong, don't follow Lao Tzu, take your guard platoon to Lao Tzu to rescue the wounded!"

Looking at the soldiers who died tragically in the distance, Yang Jing was itching with hatred, and after explaining to Ma Tong, he continued to run towards the artillery position.

The field artillery of the Tiger Battalion was all placed on the position for the ears of the rake to train the artillerymen.

So you can use it when you come over, but it saves a lot of effort.

When Yang Jing came to the artillery position, he began to control a 75mm caliber field gun, and quickly turned the muzzle with the help of two artillerymen.

Subsequently, Yang Jing began to fine-tune the shooting of Zhu Yuan according to the trajectory of the devil's shell.

"Cannonballs!"

The commander of the artillery company had already run over, and he immediately took out a yellow-orange shell from the ammunition box next to him and handed it over with both hands.

Yang Jing had already opened the cannon door and was ready in a kneeling position, and after receiving the cannonball, he immediately pushed it in and quickly closed the cannon door.

The shells were ready to be fired, and the artillerymen on the position opened their mouths one after another, and then Yang Jing immediately pulled the excitation tow rope of the shells with force.

When a large-caliber field gun is fired, it will produce a lot of noise, and opening the mouth can balance the internal and external pressure of the eardrum and periosteum, which can reduce the damage of noise to hearing.

I only heard a muffled sound of 'tom', and the thick smoke that bloomed from the tail of the field cannon enveloped Yang Jing and the two artillerymen next to him, and smoked them into big faces.

Suddenly, the flying shells made a trail of smoke and fireworks in the air, and the trajectory stretched all the way to the hillside two kilometers away.

The shells flew fast, and a few seconds later, a loud 'boom' sounded on the opposite hillside.

The artillery landed on the Devil's artillery position with great precision, causing a violent explosion.

Several devil artillerymen were swept three or four meters high from the shock wave generated by the explosion, and then fell down hard, and their bodies were thrown and rolled down more than ten meters away.

"Uhhhh Ya Butterfly, save me, save me......"

The strong smell of blood and the terrible screams strongly stimulated the nerves of the little devils, causing their scalps to tingle one by one, and they were in a mess of horror.

"Yaga! Where did the shells fly ......"

The doom of the little devil is not over yet, no, it has just begun, to be exact.

Suddenly, there was another terrifying scream in the air that tore through the air.

"Hurricane, hurricane! ——”

On the artillery position of the Huben battalion, this time, in addition to Yang Jing, Rake Ear and another artillery company platoon commander also controlled a field artillery, and adjusted the shooting according to Yang Jing's instructions to shoot Zhu Yuan to shoot together.

Therefore, there were as many as three shells flying this time.

Hearing the hurricane of the cannonballs, all of a sudden, dozens of devil soldiers on the artillery position were frightened and the chrysanthemums tightened.

Without thinking about it, he immediately abandoned his position and fled in all directions.

"Boom! ——”

Before the devil artillery could run far, a shell fell from the sky and smashed down.

What's worse is that the shell landed right on top of an ammunition box.

The explosion was followed by the detonation of shells in the ammunition box.

"Boom! ——”

A louder explosion rang out, and the entire hillside seemed to shake as if an earthquake was coming.

The huge flames generated by the explosion instantly enveloped and devoured all the devil artillery who were about to escape, and four or five devil soldiers who were close to the landing point of the shells were blown away and torn apart by the shock wave, and the bloody stumps and broken arms flew in all directions, turning into parts all over the ground.

The most miserable thing is the little devils who are lit on fire, and the fire that spreads is like a raging boar, burning them to the point that their skin and flesh are open, and the pain is extreme.

"Uhhh Ya Butterfly! ……”

The little devil is like an evil ghost punished by the fire of hell, and there are heart-rending pains in his throat, each of which pierces people's eardrums.

Under the strong desire to survive, the devils desperately escaped from the explosion zone, and some ignited little devils tried to extinguish the fireworks by rolling on the spot.

It's just that once the skin tissue and clothing burn together, how can it be so easy to extinguish, all the devil's self-seeking is just in vain.

"Ah, help, help me, help me......"

Several human-shaped 'balls of fire' shouted desperately, their bodies contorting in pain.

After a short time, he fell to the ground and did not move.

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