"Where has the artillery unit reached now?"

The devil commands in advance.

Murakami lit a lamp in the tent, looked at his watch, and then asked the captain next to him.

"The signal corps came to report that they were still about 20 miles away from us, but because of the cold weather and the rough road, they had to add two mountain guns in the morning, so they ......."

"So what?"

Murakami is about to explode, this is a good time, I heard that the Tsuchibachi Road has begun to retreat, if you don't let the artillery go up and bombard, then the opportunity will really be lost.

The devil obviously didn't want to lose this opportunity, after all, the use of artillery in battle looked gorgeous, but what kind of people are they in the Dirt Eight Road, as long as they are not willing to defend to the death, no amount of shells will pile up victory.

"So they want to rest where they are for the night and set off again tomorrow morning!"

The devil captain replied hesitantly, in fact, he didn't understand why Zhongzuo attached so much importance to the group of dirt eight roads in front of him?

According to their intelligence, there are only 300 people at most in front of them, plus no more than 500 non-combatants, why send two elite squadrons over, and even carry artillery.

Although it was the Tubalu group in front of them who completely annihilated the third squadron, intelligence showed that the elite of Tubalu was almost exhausted, which means that they are now weak in combat effectiveness, and they have no strength to confront the big xx Yellow Army at all.

"Order them to be in front of me before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Of course, Murakami is not afraid of hundreds of dirt eight roads, what he is afraid of is that these hundreds of earth eight roads will become the same force as the group of eight roads that completely annihilated the third squadron before.

If that's the case, that's the biggest headache for Huang Jun.

Especially that little fat man, this person is very good at fighting the Yellow Army, and almost every defeat is related to this fat man.

The devil's order still went down, but whether the artilleryman on the other end was willing to listen was another matter.

Li Feng and the others surrounded the blankets they were carrying, and it was really painful to watch the devils drink wine and eat meat.

The eagle is already scolding his mother, and he can't wait to go up and kill a few devils now, he is the most reluctant to blow the cold wind in the winter night, let alone blow while watching the devils eat meat, not to mention how uncomfortable it feels.

The little fat man didn't want to, fortunately there was no strong wind in this place, otherwise they would have been frozen into popsicles before they killed the devil.

"Boss, these devils still have a radio station, look over there!"

The eagle kept rubbing around the blanket and pointed in one direction and whispered.

Li Feng looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw a small radio station in front of the fire, as if the communications corps had just received a telegram.

"This radio station is ours, didn't you keep saying that our special squad should have its own radio station, just this one, and we have to make a special trip if we have something to do in the future."

Radio is a good thing, and many regimental-level combat units do not have this kind of thing, so once they want to mobilize troops, they have to send people to travel hundreds of miles to ask for instructions from the division headquarters.

This is fun, because by the time they finish asking for instructions, it is estimated that the fighters have been lost for a long time.

If there is a radio station, it will be able to communicate with the command headquarters in a timely manner, so that it can increase its flexibility and give full play to the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"Boss, just look at it, I'll get you this radio station intact.

Grandma's, I've been blowing the wind here for an hour, why can't these devils drink it? ”

Li Feng and the others waited for the devils to drink and fall down, but the devils had snatched too many sheep and chickens, and they roasted one after another, which were all raised by their common people, and they were all cheaper than these devils.

After waiting for another half hour, the devils were finally drunk and ready to go to bed, leaving seven or eight guards who shook their heads and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Li Feng sneered, these guards can also be called guards?

The vigilance of the little devils is too low, or they are too arrogant, thinking that the Chinese army does not dare to attack them at night, so the strength of the guards is loosened again and again.

However, this just gave Li Feng and others a chance, and they were afraid that the vigilance of ghosts was high.

The eagle was drooling when he saw the roasted whole sheep, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it and nibble a few bites, he had just watched the devil eat and drink for two hours, and now the gluttonous worms in his stomach were about to fly out.

Seeing that the group of artillerymen in front of him had almost gone to sleep, the little fat man slowly folded the blanket, and then looked at everyone and said in a suppressed voice:

"Ghost...... Dispatch! ”

Immediately afterwards, a group of people were crawling forward, this is different from before, the previous kind of action was purely coolie, not to mention that it was very tiring to see anything good.

But now it's different, the devils in front of me are all heads, and the boss still has their records in his notebook, and if they get it well, maybe there will be a reward.

As soon as the eagle heard the money, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to rush up and kill the three guards.

The little fat man moved slowly in the snow, looking at the guard in front of him whose head was like a chicken pecking rice, his face showed a touch of cruelty.

Sting!

After touching the guard's back, he covered his mouth, and then the bayonet stabbed him fiercely in the back of the heart, and the palm of his hand flipped and directly shattered the devil's heart.

The devil's body twitched violently a few times, and then the vitality in his eyes dissipated.

The eagle guy moved very fast, Li Feng had just killed a sentry, and this guy had actually killed the two people in front of them.

Now I'm sitting there drinking, pulling a piece of mutton and stuffing it into my mouth, not caring that this is a dangerous place.

In fact, it is no longer dangerous outside, because the devil's sentries and guards have almost been killed by them.

The Eagles just love waves, even in the most dangerous times.

The little fat man glared at the eagle fiercely, then pointed to the place where the devils were sleeping, and motioned to go in and kill the devils now.

Killing devil artillery is a very boring thing, especially when these devil artillery are drunk one by one and have no combat effectiveness at all.

I dreamed and saw the sky yellow!

The eagle wiped the blood from his face, and then kicked the head of a devil away, and just now he accidentally cut off the devil's head, so he splashed blood on his face.

"Phew, bad luck!"

I heard the eagle's cry and curse from afar, but now that the devil's artillery has almost been killed, it doesn't matter how many times I scold.

(End of chapter)