There was a dead silence in the Japanese artillery positions, except for a few bonfires that were peeling and burning.

Except for the sentries, almost all the Japanese artillery fell into a deep sleep, and they were tired from this day.

Seventy or eighty rounds were fired at each gun, which was definitely a huge amount of work.

A 6.5-kilogram mountain artillery shell is not heavy, but it is a lot of physical work to carry and run a distance of more than 50 meters.

Don't think that cannons and cannonballs are put together, although the short-legged people have many jaw-dropping bad habits, they are definitely a people who follow the rules to the point of being almost harsh.

For example, when they arrive at a field camp, no matter how tired they are from a long march, they will build field fortifications according to the infantry drills, and they will never be sloppy, saying that they will dig 90 centimeters, they will never dig 89 centimeters.

This good habit saved the lives of many Japanese soldiers in the guerrilla warfare in the northern theater in the future, and if there were no field trenches, in the continuous sneak attacks of the red troops, the Japanese soldiers camping in the wilderness did not know how many would die under the cold guns.

As for artillery, the cannon and the shell should be kept separately, even if they knew that the Chinese army did not have a few artillery pieces and did not pose any threat to them, and would not say that a cannon came and detonated the shell and sent the cannon into the sky together, they still strictly implemented this regulation.

However, the tired little devil provided a lot of convenience to Liu Lang and the death squad.

In the moonlight, it took nearly an hour for the death squad, who were already familiar with the shape of the road, to arrive one after another.

With Liu Lang's ability, it is really not too easy to solve the mobile post composed of more than a dozen artillerymen.

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In the past time and space, he had a record of killing thirteen sentry posts of bandits alone.

In front of Mo Xiaomei and Zhen Dazhuang, who followed him, Liu Lang quietly killed all the twelve swimming sentinels of the Japanese army in only 10 minutes.

But people are not as good as heaven, just when Liu Lang quietly continued to approach the Japanese artillery position with nearly 160 men and horses.

In the bushes, a Japanese soldier with his pants suddenly stood up. He was stunned to see the dark blue military uniform that was close at hand and lined up in a horizontal line towards his position, and the pants he had just lifted fell again, revealing his still white thighs and back seat in the moonlight.

Although Su Hui, who was closest to the Japanese soldier, opened a spirit, stretched out his hand and pulled out his broadsword, and threw it fiercely, poking the stunned Japanese soldier in the heart, but the miserable howl of the Japanese army before death was infinitely sad in the silent night.

Suddenly there was a cacophony of sounds from the Japanese artillery positions that were relatively close to the place, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, and then a huge searchlight post sweeping by.

At this point, the attempt to infiltrate the Japanese artillery positions by lurking all the way has failed.

However, it was only 200 meters away from the Japanese artillery position.

First of all, there was a muffled sound of "bang", but it did not explode, but a flare, which illuminated the front into a snow-white color, and correspondingly the miserable white faces of the Japanese soldiers.

It's the Chinese, they, actually appear here.

The flares fell slowly, and I could see clearly the innermost defense of the Japanese artillery position, but it was just a trench that was not too deep, and some artillery soldiers were hiding in the trench with their spears.

Liu Lang took the flare gun from Mo Xiaomei's hand and fired a red signal flare into the sky.

The red flare pierced the sky and rose in the sky tens of seconds high, which was extremely eye-catching.

2,000 meters away, a major of the Chinese army who was anxiously looking in the direction of the valley was finally relieved and ordered: "Rush!" As I said before, we only have half an hour at most, and the main force of the Japanese army will arrive here. ”

Hundreds of men in dark blue uniforms jumped out of the dense forest in the mountains and rushed towards the mountain pass, which was 600 meters wide.

Without the emphasis of their battalion commander, they also knew that the deeper the trenches could be dug in the limited time, and the higher the stones could be built, the higher the chances of their survival.

Because, what they will face is the return of the Japanese infantry who do not know how many. And behind them, there is a bunch of desperate guys who are engaged in the artillery of the Japanese army.

This was something they had known about an hour before they arrived, and their mission was to hold off the main force of Japanese infantry that had come to reinforce them. The guy who came up with this trick is definitely a madman, and a group of people who are doing that are even more crazy, and as soon as the signal flare comes out, it means that they have done it.

But whether they are crazy or not, the hundreds of Chinese soldiers who are running wildly cannot help but pray that they will kill the Japanese artillery behind them. Because once they can't kill others, then the Japanese artillery who have come back to the taste will have to kill them.

This kind of temporary fortification, in the face of 75 mountain artillery 6.5 kg grenades, is not much stronger than tofu scum.

And all they can do now is run a little faster.

The same speed that will compete with them is the main force of the death squad that they pray for to win.

"Rush!" Liu Lang's voice resounded through the mountains.

"Knock。。。。。。 Boom...... The dull footsteps of the death squad soldiers as they charged terrified the Japanese soldiers 200 meters away.

First of all, it was difficult to advance an inch at Xifengkou, almost every inch of advance was piled up with blood and corpses, and now it was difficult to divide the troops and move to Luo Wenyu, but before he even stood on his heels, a team of Chinese soldiers appeared?

What's worse is that these guys seem to have come out of the ground, and they actually rushed from behind the undefended.

That lieutenant in the army, who looks like he is the best Imperial officer all day long, has his head full of? That idiot had withdrawn all his infantry and focused his defense on the south.

At this moment, I don't know how many Japanese artillerymen who woke up from their sleep cursed the stupid infantry squadron leader in their hearts.

But they didn't know that the infantry squadron leader who they thought had a head full of was definitely buzzing now, and the cold hairs all over his body were rising, like a frightened little hedgehog.

If you stroke it with the palm of your hand, the lieutenant of the Japanese army can guarantee that the soft hairs can sting.

Compared to the movement coming from a kilometer behind him, the one directly ahead of him was the most terrifying.

The absolute number of Chinese soldiers, more than 200, appeared almost less than 300 meters from the front of his position.

Under the light of flares, it became clearer and clearer to the Chinese soldiers who were bending over and approaching under the cover of the mountains and the woods and shrubs. In the binoculars, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers are clearly visible.

There was not a single spear, it was all barge guns, and even, there were submachine guns. Jiro Ono's little hands were so shaky that he barely held the telescope.

Because he knows that the status of these close-range suppressive firepower equipment in the Chinese army can only be equipped by the most elite Chinese army sequences.

That only means one thing, the Chinese's sneak attack tonight is inevitable.

One has intentions, the other has no intention, and besides, there is no idea how many troops the opponent is coming.

A hint of despair flashed across the face of the normally proud Japanese lieutenant, who made a decision before the Chinese army could begin to charge, and in his opinion, the most correct decision.

"Inform His Excellency Hase, the attackers are all Chinese elites, and once our troops are defeated, send a signal, ask him to order the bombing."