Six grenades, that is, six small mortar shells, are enough to kill tens of square meters of living beings or kill them with explosive shrapnel.

They hit it accurately. Although due to the estimated bearing, not a single head-on hit hit the sergeant's artillery observer who was crouching to raise the flag.

But before the artillery observer had time to react, his body trembled violently, and his body threw himself forward, pressing the last flag that had not yet been hung on the flagpole under him.

A large pool of blood flowed from his chest, soaking the small golden flag representing the number 1.

The artillery observer who had fallen to the ground was incapacitated, he didn't even have the ability to shout, but he still did one last thing before he stopped breathing, turning his body on his side, and with this force rolling to the side of the rock, thus pulling the rope that never let go of his hand.

The flag was successfully hoisted on the flagpole and lifted into the air, and the artillery observer let out a long breath, but there was no more sound.

By the time the infantry on the ridge came to check half a minute later, the artillery observers, whose eyes were half-open and half-closed, had stopped breathing.

Upon examination, a splinter of a sinful grenade shot through his back, slicing through the muscles and piercing through the lobes of the lungs, through his left chest, where it was the heart.

A warrior who was hit in the heart, a warrior who should have died in ten seconds, made an impossible move----- flipping his body and using his strength to raise the signal flag to the flagpole.

Just as Liu Lang personally hung the gold "hero" medal on the tombstone of this artillery sergeant after the war and stated: he braved the enemy's artillery fire to report the parameters; He braved enemy fire and raised the flag; Under artillery fire, he died. As a soldier, he has done what he should do, defending his family and country, and sacrificing his young life, all of us can no longer ask him for more.

But, even though he has lost his life, he still fulfilled his duty. 20101 was the last time he reported the number. However, please all of us, please all of our children and grandchildren remember that Sun Erwa, before the count, died.

This is the real Chinese soldier, even if he is dead, he will protect my great rivers and mountains.

"Per gun, ten rapid-fire, covered, 20101, 20102, 20103。。。。。。" Geng Da's bold voice suppressed his anger, and he reported six parameters in a row in one breath.

Twenty seconds have passed since the signal flag was raised, and if the Japanese artillery wanted to run, a group of people pushing the cannon might have run out for dozens of meters, and Geng Dazhuang must not let the Japanese artillery that the artillery observer had found at the cost of blood run away.

So, he used the most primitive way, covering with artillery fire. Covering the center of the circle with 20101 as the center, all the locations around them that they may go.

The 18 82 guns quickly adjusted their muzzles and firing ranges, and in only 10 seconds, they collectively roared, and "all 180 shells" were fired at their intended targets, blowing them into a sea of fire.

Dozens of Japanese artillery squads, who were pushing mountain artillery along the valley floor to find a suitable position, together with a mountain cannon that they had finally assembled, looked so helpless in the face of one mortar shell after another.

At least a dozen people were killed and blown away in an instant, and the mountain artillery was also blown to the ground by the air wave of the mortar shells, and the two wheels did not know where they were blown away.

But this is only the beginning, and the real disaster is yet to come.

In fact, it was not the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who were killed and blown away by pushing the cannons, but the ammunition soldiers who were pushing the cart and following behind more than 40 meters. The discipline of the Japanese artillery was very strict, and even in such an unfavorable environment, they did not panic to the point of confusion. They still strictly followed the rules and kept the shells at least forty meters away from the cannons, so as not to be hit and cause the terrible shells to detonate.

However, for such covered shelling, the result is the same, regardless of the distance. When the raining shells fell from the sky, the Japanese soldiers looked for cover in all directions, but the two dozen or so mountain artillery shells on the cart would not hide.

Finally, as a mortar shell exploded around the cart, the mountain artillery shell was shaken off and then smashed to the ground. Of course, the shells also have explosion-proof devices, and they will not explode when they are smashed on the ground, but one will not, and two will not, but what about a dozen or twenty? Not to mention this era, even the future, no one will dare to smash shells on the ground easily!

With the explosion of the first mountain artillery shell, the mountain artillery shells that were swept up by the mountain artillery air waves that far exceeded the power of the mortar shells were either killed on the spot, or they slammed into the cliff and exploded again.

It was spectacular. More than 20 mountain artillery shells killed all the animals within a radius of 500 meters.

After the war, this valley was the only area where the groans of the wounded were not heard. Because, even if all the Japanese soldiers were not killed, they were also shocked to death in the hiding bunkers. More than 10,000 kilograms of explosives exploded in a canyon of more than 4,000 meters, and the explosion effect of more than 20 shells of more than 100 kilograms in this valley of more than 100 meters was equally amazing.

"Holy shit, what kind of madness is Geng Dazhuang? There are not enough mortars and they are starting to shoot mountain artillery, this special mother is not afraid of blowing up Lao Tzu's soldiers? "A series of big explosions, even Liu Dazhu, the commander of the bayonet battalion who came to the front line to command, was a little confused.

The reason why the six Bofors mountain guns of the artillery battalion were not transferred to help this time was that the old pass still needed support, and second, the mountain artillery was not as useful as mortars in mountain operations under such a complex terrain environment.

In fact, in the past ten or twenty minutes, it cannot be said that the Japanese army has been beaten and has no power to fight back. In addition to mountain artillery, they also had quite a few infantry guns.

The 200-kilogram 92 infantry gun is definitely a weapon for infantry melee combat, which can be used as a flat-fire gun for work, or as a temporary mortar with the muzzle raised. The artillery squadron directly under the 80th Infantry Wing of the Japanese Army had 4 mountain guns and 4 infantry guns, and the infantry brigade responsible for covering the advance of the artillery brigade also had 2 infantry guns, and these six infantry guns also caused a lot of trouble for the Independent Regiment and the 771st Regiment.

In particular, the four infantry guns that advanced with the brigade headquarters and the wing headquarters, under the cover of the desperate death of the Japanese army at the four commanding heights they had, continued to fire at the fire points on the mountain beams of the daring battalion, although by virtue of the advantage of the terrain, several heavy machine guns were concealed and not destroyed in time, but as soon as the infantry guns exploded, shrapnel and rocks flew sideways, and the casualties of up to 20 or so people made the infantry company commanders jump up, but they had no choice but to order the mortars to bombard with all their strength to suppress them.

The Japanese troops on the ridge of the mountain suffered heavy casualties under the mortar attack, but they did not retreat, and before the general attack of the whole army was launched, the dare to die with all kinds of firepower was helpless against them.

The fighting on the battlefield was fierce, and the voices of the independent regiment and the 386 brigade in the temporary headquarters located more than 400 meters from the front line were not small.

However, it was not the imaginary roar of staff officers giving orders to each battalion and company.

Rather, it was the quarrel of the commander-in-chief of the front, the commander of the 386 brigade, the brigade commander, and the colonel of the independent regiment, the deputy commander-in-chief.

"The battle has been going on for 20 minutes, more than 900 officers and soldiers of the first battalion and the second battalion of my 771st regiment have arrived on the battlefield more than 400 people, and the total strength of Taniguchi has reached 800 people, which is not much different from the Japanese in the encirclement, and ten minutes later, the remaining 500 people will arrive on the battlefield one after another, and they will join the battle as soon as possible, so that the number of our army is as high as 1,300 people, which will exceed the Japanese army. With a company and platoon as a unit, this group of Japanese troops was completely divided, surrounded and completely annihilated. The future general said with a serious face.

"No, wait." Liu Lang was unmoved, standing at the door of the headquarters built out of camouflage with branches and shrubs, staring at the sky with his eyes squinted, and slowly shaking his head.

"My comrade brother, I can't wait any longer. You have also seen the telegram, my 343rd Brigade sent a telegram, 20 minutes ago, more than a dozen Japanese planes took off from Yangmingbao, the target is unknown, don't think about it, it must be here to support the 40th Brigade of Qiqian Village. A dozen bombers! Even more, even if we don't drop bombs, just sweep with a machine gun is enough for us to eat a pot, our soldiers, but there are no trenches and no anti-artillery holes. Have you thought about that consequence? The future general couldn't help but be a little anxious, and even the title of comrade brother in the party came out.

Liu Lang was slightly surprised, and then he was stunned. His identity may not even be known to the commander of the Eighteenth Army, but he definitely can't hide it from the person who once served as the head of red intelligence.

"Commander-in-Chief Chen, I know what you mean, in order to avoid heavy losses to our army caused by the Japanese bombers, they rushed down and strangled with the Japanese invaders, so that the Japanese planes stared in the sky. But, I'm sorry, I'm not in favor of that. The main force of the Japanese invaders still exists, the spirit has not been extinguished, and the number of the two armies is almost the same, so if they rush down like this, the casualties will definitely be heavy. Liu Lang still shook his head.

"No matter how heavy the casualties are, it's better than dying in vain under the machine guns and bombs of the little devil's plane! In the first battle of Pingxingguan, if it were not for the fact that Division Commander Lin immediately ordered the 115th Division to rush down the mountain to launch a general attack, leaving the Japanese planes helpless, I am afraid that the casualties after the war would have been even greater. Didn't you say it all yourself? Only through sacrifice can we win. For the sake of victory, I, the Red Party, will not hesitate to die, but we must not die in vain. The future general's voice rose an octave, and his face, which had been smiling kindly, turned a little red.

"It is precisely because of the battle of Pingxingguan that my 115th Division and the two baggage squadrons of the Japanese invaders fought 1 to 1 to give you a reminder, those are all elites who have experienced a great transfer of thousands of miles! Each of them may be able to become a spark and an existence that ignites the prairie fire. These little devils, why do they, why do they want to exchange one with us? If you want one of my officers and soldiers to sacrifice, you can, take ten little devils in exchange. Liu Lang's voice couldn't help but rise.

The courage of the Red Party people to sacrifice is admirable, but Liu Lang is really unwilling to sacrifice senselessly.

Of course, the strategy of the future general is actually not wrong, and without the cover of sufficient air defense and air power, he can only choose this way, the most correct but also the most helpless choice.

But he had already made the arrangement half a month in advance! Although he didn't know if Zhou Dapeng and they could arrive at the battlefield on time, he could only bet on this vote.

For the sake of secrecy, the "Aviation Volunteers" did not even send a telegram to inform them when they set off from Yan'an, but he believed that they would definitely come.

"Buzzing", a somewhat muffled sound of aircraft engines came faintly from high in the sky.

"Shaft, shaft can't be plotted. Now it's good, the little devil's plane is coming. The future general's face turned pale, he nodded Liu Lang with his hand, angrily scolded Liu Lang with the ancient language, and then sat down a little weakly.

This is already a lot of face for Liu Lang, if he were someone else, I am afraid that he would be as elegant as a future general, and he would probably scold him in his hometown. Because, that could be the death and wounding of hundreds of officers and soldiers!

Liu Lang smiled.

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PS: Recently, many people say that Fengyue is irrigating, saying that Fengyue does not describe the large-scale war, and the hundreds of thousands of wars in Shanxi, why do you like to write about individuals and companies. Fengyue wants to explain, first, Fengyue has no intentional irrigation, the rhythm is not fast, and detailed description is Fengyue's personal habit, and the previous 1000 chapters of Fengyue are all written like this. Second, the reason why you don't write about the big battles and scenes, the reason you all know is only one of them, the most important thing is that Fengyue has always believed that the little people are the main body of the war, without the obscurity of the little people, without the sacrifice of the little people, how can the victory of the nation come? One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, everyone only knows the will, who knows which ten thousand bones? All the information collected by Fengyue, there are not many generals, only those soldiers that we never know, they died in obscurity, unknown on the tombstones, not even tombstones. But Fengyue, with the pen in his hand, will record them and commemorate them. In my mind, they are the backbone of my China. That is also Fengyue's insistence.