Chapter 67: Pull out Lao Tzu's Italian cannon!

The position of the second battalion of Ma Yong's 321st Regiment was on a low hill, and if he ordered the soldiers to withdraw, then the flank of the security regiment would be completely under the guns of the devils, and then the entire defensive position of the security regiment would collapse.

He is an upright soldier, and he will definitely not be able to do such a lack of morality as withdrawing troops to preserve his strength, and Ma Yong is more concerned about the overall situation of the entire battlefield.

In order to boost morale and hold the position, Ma Yong took a gun and led the guard platoon to the forward position of the second battalion.

Although there are a lot of artillery pieces in the 321st Regiment, most of them are light mortars, which are simply not capable of mass-killing the devils who charge.

Li Hong's eyes were focused on the binoculars, and he saw that under the cover of artillery fire, the devil soldiers were attacking in a straggler line formation and pressing up to the position of the second battalion of the 321st Regiment.

"Tuanzao, this 321 regiment is the elite unit of the Central Army, and the devil's artillery fire is so fierce that it can still organize a counterattack!" Fan Tong walked over and continued: "Fortunately, they resisted desperately, otherwise the devils would have occupied their position, and our flank defense line would have been finished......

The position of the second battalion of the 321st regiment is related to the entire line of the security regiment, and Li Hong naturally understands that if he does not make a move, the position of the second battalion will be in danger and will be finished sooner or later.

After thinking quickly for a while, Li Hong shouted loudly.

"Zheng Tietou!"

"Yes, Tuanza, here!" Zheng Tietou hurriedly ran over.

Li Hong pointed to the little devil charging from the forward position of the second battalion of the 321st Regiment in the distance, and ordered categorically: "Damn, pull out Lao Tzu's Italian artillery and mountain artillery, and fuck the fucking little devil!" ”

"Yes, Tuanza!"

Zheng Tietou's artillery company is a reinforced company, with the number of half an artillery battalion, and there are dozens of mortars of various calibers alone, as well as a few mountain guns and Italian artillery.

"Fuck, hurry up and pull the cannon out!" Zheng Tietou scolded and shouted at the artillerymen.

"One-two-three, one-two-three......"

The soldiers of the artillery company shouted slogans in unison and pushed all the artillery to the position.

Five Type 94 75 mm mountain guns, two Italian guns were neatly arranged on the artillery position, and more than a dozen boxes of shells were placed next to the guns.

The soldiers of each artillery squad divided their labor and operated these guns at the fastest speed, and the muzzles of the guns were all aimed at the little devils at the front of the 321st Regiment.

"One round load, done!"

All loaders have reloaded.

"Put!"

Under Zheng Tietou's order, the artillery launcher pulled the artillery tow rope, and seven guns opened fire at the same time.

"Tom, tom, tom!"

The artillery position shook for a while, and many shells roared out of the barrels and flew towards the devil soldiers in the distance.

……

"Imperial warriors, occupy the position in front, duck and chicken!"

A devil Nakasa, raised the command knife in his hand high, and shouted orders to the little devil next to him.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the devil infantry pulled the bolt and opened fire, while rushing towards the position of the second battalion of the 321st regiment in front.

Just when hundreds of devils rushed to less than 300 meters away from the position of the second battalion, suddenly, there was a scream of shells tearing through the air in the air.

"Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane......"

"Be careful, artillery fire!"

When the devil infantry heard the terrifying sound of the cannonballs flying, they trembled with fright, and hurriedly made evasive tactical moves to dodge the shells one by one.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Suddenly, shells flew non-stop, bombarding the devil's skirmisher line.

Although the devils are scattered in a skirmish line, which can reduce the casualties of artillery shelling, the killing range of this kind of artillery is between ten meters and tens of meters.

There was a violent tremor on the ground, the scorched earth from the shells splashed, and countless shrapnel from the explosion "swished" and flew wildly.

"Ahh

The devils who were close to the explosion point were blown into the air several meters high by the shells, and many devils were killed by shrapnel and their organs were shattered.

There was a scream of devils, and there were many bloody corpses of devils on the ground.

For junior officers and soldiers, the front line of the battlefield is undoubtedly a meat grinder.

The huge lethal shells exploded in all directions, and the enemy who blew up was dizzy, completely disrupting the skirmish line of the little devil's attack, and soon, the little devil retreated back.

"Da Da Da-"

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu—"

"Brothers, hit hard!"

The soldiers of the 2nd Battalion who were holding their positions roared angrily, and the light and heavy machine guns opened fire in full force, firing fiercely at the retreating little devils.

The dense bullet pursuit line was tightly bitten on the back of the little devil, and the devils fell to the ground one after another.

The artillery fire was so fierce that it was impossible for the devils to organize an effective charge, so the devil commander was not an idiot and could only give the order to retreat.

"Yaga, retreat, quick, evacuate!"

The order to retreat was given, and the little devil dragged his wounded companion and fled.

Gradually, the sound of gunfire around me subsided, and the smoke of war gradually dissipated.

"Stop shooting, hurry up and heal the wounded!"

Ma Yong ordered to stop firing, and immediately, he put down the machine gun in his hand and took the guard platoon to the forward headquarters of the second battalion.

"Quick, pick me up the head of the security regiment Li!"

Ma Yong said to the guard platoon commander, took off his steel helmet tiredly, and looked for water to drink with a dry mouth.

"Tuanza, it's through."

Ma Yong grabbed the phone handed by the guard platoon commander and said gratefully: "Brother Hong, you are really a cheerful and thick person, brother, thank you for your artillery support, if there is no help from my brother, I am afraid that the position of my second battalion will not be able to hold today." ”

"Brother Ma is serious, it is my duty to fight devils, I Li Hong is duty-bound, I will shoot when I should shoot, and there is no ambiguity!" Li Hong said bluntly on the phone.

"Brother Hong, even if Lao Ma owes you a favor, if there is anything in the future, just say a word, my 321 regiment and more than 2,000 brothers, help you at any time!"

Ma Yong is a cheerful person, and he is also a man with a straightforward personality, and he has Li Hong's favor in his heart.

"Brother Ma, remember your words, brother, if there is something in the future, I Li Hong will definitely not be polite!"

"Hahaha!"

The two laughed heartily on the phone a few times and soon hung up the phone.

Fujiwara United suffered two defeats in a row today, losing a lot of vital forces, and did not dare to launch a third charge.

As night fell, the soldiers on the positions cowered under the trenches, holding weapons in one hand and eating dry food at the other.

This is the case on the front-line battlefield, eating, drinking, and Lazar have to stay on the ground.

Taking advantage of the night, Li Hong wore a gilly suit and went alone to scout outside the barracks of the Fujiwara Wing.

This lurking lasted a full three hours, and after finding out the general situation of the enemy camp, he returned to his regimental headquarters.

"Tuanza, Captain Ma is here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Fan Tong said to Li Hong, who walked into the headquarters.

"Brother Hong, your subordinates said that you went to the enemy camp to reconnoitre?" Ma Yong frowned and asked curiously.