The worried expressions on the faces of Hong Linfeng and Head Zhou were not soothed by Li Hao's comfort.

The closer the time for the battle to begin, the more worried the face grew.

At this time, a staff officer put down the phone and reported: "Regiment commander, the troops after the break report, the troops behind the Japanese puppet army have entered the pocket formation!" ”

Li Hao quickly turned to look at Yamaguchi.

The more than 200 devils in the forward all held their rifles in their hands, and the machine guns were in their arms, looking around vigilantly, ready to lie on the ground and fight at any time.

They marched fast, less than three hundred meters from the mountain pass, and in a few minutes they could rush out.

Li Hao didn't move, and while continuing to observe the battlefield, he gave an order: "Send a signal, let's start attacking." ”

Three red flares were lifted into the air at the same time in less than half a minute.

The Japanese wing commander walked in the middle of the team, and when he saw the signal flare that suddenly appeared overhead, a trace of worry quickly flashed between his eyebrows, and a bad premonition also appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously ordered: "The troops speed up and leave here as soon as possible." ”

"Contact the planes in the sky and strengthen the search around us, the Eighth Route Army will not shoot three signal flares for no reason, there must be some conspiracy."

"Boom ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion sounded not far away.

Three puffs of black smoke rose in the flying firelight, one shell hit the road right onto the road, two shells smashed aside, and a large body was poured around.

The bad feeling in the captain's mind grew stronger.

Attacking the Imperial Army with mortars under the noses of the planes, once they were targeted by the planes, the attacking artillerymen would surely die.

The Eighth Route Army certainly knew this, but nevertheless ordered the artillery to launch this near-suicidal attack.

There is only one possibility: behind what seems to be an ordinary shelling there are other conspiracies that he does not know about.

With a raised brow, he immediately began to give orders.

"The enemy has three mortars, contact aviation to take them out right away. The pace of the troops continued to increase and they left here as soon as possible. ”

"Boom ......"

No sooner had the order been issued than an even more dense explosion came.

"Wing Commander, the forward troops are under artillery fire!" A staff officer next to him shouted.

The team of more than 5,000 people, even if it marched in two formations, plus artillery and baggage vehicles, the team was nearly 3,000 meters.

Three mortars attacked a point in the middle of the line, and the forward troops, who were a kilometer or two away, would not be prepared to hear the sound of the artillery, and continued to advance in formation unless they received an order to stop their advance.

It wasn't until the shell smashed next to them and exploded that the devils who were advancing in two formations reacted and quickly dispersed and lay down.

A total of fifteen shells fell from the sky, and there were three heavy mortar shells in the middle, which were calculated in advance by the shooting crews, and it was difficult to miss the target.

At least ten shells were smashed in the middle and next to the forward troops.

The striker little devil is very vigilant and ready to lie down to fight at any time, but the shell is not a bullet, as long as it is within the killing range, it is possible to be killed while lying on his stomach.

A reinforced squadron, which was blown up by an infantry squad in just one round of artillery fire.

The rest of the devils wanted to raise their guns to fight back, but they were very painful to find that there was not a single Eighth Route Army around, and they couldn't find an opponent if they wanted to fight back.

As for the artillery attacking themselves, they are at least a kilometer away from here, and not even a shadow can be seen.

The rifle machine gun in his hand not only could not fight back, but could not even protect himself during artillery fire.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The explosion sounded again, and a second round of shells smashed over, and devils were constantly blown away in the flying firelight.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty soldiers were killed and wounded in the explosion......

The Striker Squadron Leader panicked.

I only saw shells falling from the sky, heard the constant sound of explosions, and the screams of soldiers, but I couldn't see the Eighth Route Army that launched the attack.

The attack that could not see the enemy's purpose was the most terrifying, and the squadron leader's first reaction was that he could not stay here any longer.

Otherwise, if the shells are smashed down, covered by a maximum of ten rounds of artillery fire, the troops will be blown up completely.

Raising his head, he commanded at the top of his voice: "Everyone immediately disperse and retreat, and move closer to the main force......"

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether his subordinates heard it or not, he began to retreat with a few people nearby.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The shells did not stop as they retreated, and chased them like eyes.

The squadron leader was very good at listening to the sound of artillery to identify the point of impact of the shell.

If you are far away from yourself, ignore it and continue to transfer.

When you get closer, you immediately lie down and wait for the shell to explode and continue to move.

Not every devil has such an ability, and during the transfer, soldiers are constantly blown up and overturned, and never get up again.

They were less than two hundred meters away from the main force, and they could meet in less than half a minute when they ran with all their might.

However, under the harassment of artillery fire, the 200 meters ran for a minute, and less than 50 devils survived, and all the heavy weapons were thrown on the battlefield.

The main forces were eager to send troops to respond.

But it was artillery, not infantry, that attacked the vanguard.

Rushing to kill not only does not help, but will trap the receiving troops and bomb them together with the forward squadron, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The only thing that could be done was to order the mortar squadron directly under the brigade to counterattack.

Knock out these mortars as soon as possible and reduce the pressure on the forward squadron from the source.

This is easier said than done.

In the continuous sweep operation, the mortar squadron directly under the brigade fought nine mortars, and the mortar attacking the forward squadron had at least fifteen, and it was also scattered in five different artillery positions.

Nine mortars were divided into three at most to counterattack.

Three guns against the three guns of the Eighth Route Army, without a numerical advantage, at least two minutes of preparation and artillery bombardment, the devil is sure to completely kill the opponent.

And the Eighth Route Army could not have given them so long.

As soon as the more than 50 remnants of the forward troops and the main force converged, the sound of artillery stopped.

The mortar squadron had already begun to counterattack, and several rounds of shells were fired.

However, the density of the shells was too small, the lethality was limited, and the results achieved were certainly limited, so it was not possible that not a single mortar of the Eighth Route Army was blown up.

"The troops are on heightened alert, please tell the Wing Commander if he wants to move forward!" After the explosion in his ears slowly quieted down, the captain ordered with a calm face.

The forward squadron was all his subordinates, more than 200 people survived and more than 50 people, almost without an infantry squadron.

And during the entire battle, I didn't even see the shadow of the Eighth Route Army, let alone the results.

Just now, an idea even popped up in his mind: If he hadn't ordered the troops to disperse in time, when the forward troops withdrew, the shells smashed by the Eighth Route Army would definitely continue to fall on the main force, and the losses of the troops would be even greater.

Looking at the remnants of the retreating forward troops, their fists were clenched tightly, and they all had the idea of killing.

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