In order to get the support of the lieutenant general, Liu Lang calculated over and over again on the top of the mountain, in order to better communicate with the artillery brothers over there, he also discussed with a few old gunners for a while, and asked Mo Xuanqing to use the radio to transmit it to the Luo Wenyu Pass with the data method familiar to the gunners of this era.

And specifically noted the specific location of the 1st Infantry Battalion on the hillside, even accurate to how many feet away from the top of the mountain, if the artillerymen could still bombard their own heads, then Liu Lang felt that they could lead the army.

Mountain artillery was originally expensive in the 29th Army, and the usual treatment of these gunners was much higher than that of ordinary infantry, and this subordinate naturally had a few hard brushes. After having accurate coordinates, the shooting is still extremely accurate.

When the shells exploded one after another in the crowd of puppet soldiers who were about 300 meters away from the position of the 1st battalion, the puppet soldiers blew up their nests.

The enemy actually has artillery support? Do you want to go forward or backward? Boundless fear has made them lose their judgment.

What's even worse is that Wang Hechun is very good at seizing the fighters, and as soon as he saw that the four mountain guns on the side of the Luowenyu Pass came to support him, he immediately ordered all the light machine guns on the position to fire with short shots to suppress the puppet army that was not very clear in front of the position.

There is no need to hit accurately, his purpose is very simple, that is, to beat these goods down, and then, wait to be bombed.

Attacking and not being able to attack, retreating and not retreating, the bastards on the opposite side are still using machine guns to strafe and add to the chaos, and the puppet army with a slightly worse psychological quality is not hairy.

There are those who are timid, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, turn around and run.

How to say it! The fighting skills of the puppet army are not bad, but compared with the Japanese army, the fighting will is indeed a cut behind. If the Japanese army is here, nine times out of ten they are prostrate on the ground, silently waiting for the opponent's shelling to end.

At such a time, the will to fight is far more important than the so-called fighting skills, because, lying on your stomach, you may not die, but standing up and running, the probability of death is several times higher.

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It's a pity that the puppet army who was beaten and confused didn't have time to experience this. People have a herd mentality, as soon as someone runs away, I wipe, you run and I run, even if someone is still a little sensible, knowing that lying on the ground is actually the safest, but watching his companions turn around and retreat one by one, the psychology will collapse.

So, the result of running alone is to drive the big guys to run together.

An unfortunate guy was just turning around when a falling cannonball landed right at his feet.

"Boom", this unlucky guy is of course without bones, and the puppet army within a radius of 10 meters of the explosion also came to scatter flowers, and four or five people were thrown up by the air wave to a height of five or six meters.

What kind of scene is it for a person to be blown up directly by a shell?

The puppet soldiers who are still running frantically can tell you that it was like a rain of blood above their heads, and the "rain" with a slightly salty and fishy smell fell on their faces in the form of splashes, and one guy was even hit on the nose by a splash finger, and the nose was directly knocked down, and the phalanx bone was embedded in his face like that.

The puppet soldiers who could barely maintain the last trace of calm in their hearts collapsed directly, spread their feet and ran down, as for those wounded soldiers and the shells above their heads, then get out of the way, the psychology of the dead friends and the poor road is undoubtedly shown at this moment.

So, Li Shoushan looked through the binoculars at the elite of the five infantry companies on which he had high hopes and were ready to take the position in one fell swoop, like a flock of frightened ducks, running down in a hurry, and from time to time someone took off like a kite in the artillery fire.

Damn it, you haven't started attacking yet! Why did you retreat。。。。。。 Li Shoushan was a little blank for a while.

Not to mention, the puppet soldiers may usually train very hard, usually have rice and vegetables, nutrition is also up, the speed of the retreat is no less than the 100-meter race, many people ran out of the thick smoke of the range, and they can reach the basic safety zone, many puppet soldiers began to slow down and gasp for breath, and there was a relieved smile on their faces, it felt good to be alive.

The next moment, Li Shoushan's eyes widened and he shouted, "Stop", and the smiles on the faces of the puppet soldiers who had just escaped froze.

The sound of the crooked light machine gun was like the grim smile of a scythe-wielding grim reaper, filling their ears overwhelmingly.

However, at a distance of 100 meters, nearly a dozen crooked handles lined up in a row opened fire at the same time, and the unprepared routs were like ripe rice in a rice field, which was cut down in rows and rows.

"Taijun, spare your life!" A puppet army officer with the rank of major who was running at the front had just shouted, and he was shot in the chest by a machine-gun bullet.

The sound of supplication suddenly turned into a wail of pain, but soon, the voice was drowned out by more and more wails that kept ringing, and the puppet officer broke off in pain with a look of unwillingness.

Although the rate of fire of the crooked handle machine gun was not very high, nearly ten crooked handles fired at the same time, which still set off a bloody storm that made the scalp tingle among the hundreds of people who retreated.

Because the routs were only rushing back in a hurry, the distance between men could no longer be seven or eight meters as in the previous attack, and the distance was so close that even a single machine-gun bullet could penetrate one person and knock another down.

In front of the machine guns that opened heavy fire, the puppet soldiers were like waves crashing into a reef, and they fell backwards with a bang.

"Baga, cowards who don't dare to fight, they're all dead." The Japanese lieutenant wielded a command knife and shouted fiercely at the roaring machine guns.

Yes, from Li Shoushan to the puppet army, they obviously forgot the existence of the supervision team specially set up for them by their Japanese masters, so they sadly came to line up and shoot them.

"Akao-kun, please stop, please stop, please give them a chance to make meritorious contributions!" Li Shoushan looked at his subordinates who were still being slaughtered by machine guns, and his distressed cheeks trembled.

However, although Akaio Ichiro is only a lieutenant, the commander of the supervision team who holds the Suzuki Mitsu military order is not something that Li Shoushan, a major general of the second devil, can neglect, so no matter how distressed he is, he still has to put a humble smile on his face at this time.

"General Li, this time it's for your sake, I'll spare them, but if there is a next time, don't worry about killing!" The Japanese lieutenant squinted at Li Shoushan, and then looked at the rout on the opposite side that had been shot down by at least dozens of people, and said coldly.

It wasn't until he inserted the command knife into the scabbard that the roaring machine guns gradually stopped, and the routs a hundred meters away were already mourning.

"Obediently, the little devil is ruthless, the second devil was cheated by their master this time." Li Guobin, who was holding a telescope and looking into the distance, smacked his tongue.

In his field of vision, the number of puppet soldiers shot by their own people far exceeded the number of puppet soldiers who fell under artillery fire.

"Haha, look at that, the little devil finally did a human thing, a bunch of dogs who have forgotten their ancestors, they deserve this fate." Just a meter away from him, a middle-aged veteran with a scruffy beard and a weathered face took the binoculars of the chief next to him in his hand, looked at it intently for a while, and laughed.

"Squad Leader Li, pay attention to your behavior." The young lieutenant glared at the veteran, but did not immediately snatch the telescope from the veteran's hand, which only his acting company commander had.

But obviously, it is very unpleasant for the veteran to be disrespectful and grab the telescope from his own hands.

Or rather, there is something else.

And the other soldiers on one side have long been accustomed to it, Lao Li and Xiao Li don't come to each other once or twice that day?

"Yes, yes, platoon commander, you go to the battalion commander and ask if we can even distribute more grenades, I feel that the Japanese army will focus on our side, don't worry, I will help keep an eye on this side." The veteran didn't take the young lieutenant's anger to heart at all, but threw the telescope into the hand of the second lieutenant who had been promoted, and waved his hand to drive his own direct commander away like his own sons and nephews.

"You 。。。。。。" The young lieutenant was a little angry.