The first heavy machine-gun position.

At this time, Yang Song and more than 20 soldiers had already covered the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers with canvases on the truck, hid them aside, and waited for the battle to end, and then came to take the sacrificed soldiers home!

"Platoon commander, company commander is here!"

At this time, a vigilant soldier ran to Yang Song and reported.

After hearing the soldier's report, Yang Song and the soldiers standing next to him saluted the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers, and then turned to leave.

Because they still have to fight, they still have to kill devils, they can't be immersed in grief all the time, and they can't always be by the side of their sacrificial comrades.

At this time, Yang Peng led more than 100 soldiers from the third company, with guns and ammunition, heavy machine guns, and quickly rushed to the front of Yang Song.

Seeing the company commander Yang Peng, Yang Song immediately led the soldiers to greet him, and then Yang Song saluted Yang Peng, and reported with a sad face: "Report to the company commander, all the little devils were annihilated, but, but, the three platoon soldiers, all sacrificed." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Song's eyes moistened again.

"Mom. Target! ”

Hearing Yang Song's report, the company commander Yang Peng's face changed, and he gritted his back molars and scolded.

The soldiers who heard this result were all covered with a layer of grief in their hearts.

"Company commander, I ask for thirty soldiers, and I will go to stop the enemy......"

Subsequently, Yang Song told Yang Peng his detailed plan.

After Yang Peng heard Yang Song's plan, he nodded with a serious face, he felt that Yang Song's plan was feasible, so he turned around and ordered: "Platoon leader, hand over all your soldiers to Yang Song." ”

"Yes!"

The platoon leader, who heard the order, turned around and went to convey his order.

Afterwards, Yang Song led his four rows and one platoon of warriors, a total of sixty warriors, and ran towards the corpses of the devils below.

After Yang Song took the soldiers to change into the military uniforms of the devils, he drove a large truck and turned around and drove in the direction of the county seat.

Yang Peng, who watched the soldiers leave on the top of the Tupo position, took the soldiers behind him and saluted the soldiers in the fourth and first rows with a serious face.

"Let's go!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Peng continued to advance towards the front with the rest of the soldiers with a serious face.

A mile away from Giethoorn Mountain, on top of a dry mountain.

The 746th Brigade at this time. 395th Regiment. The 7th Artillery Battalion is stationed here, and they have set up more than 20 small infantry guns, and the muzzles are all aimed at the direction of the county seat.

Behind the small infantry cannon was a soldier of less than a battalion of Chen Xin, and he did not completely pull his artillery battalion when he came out this time.

Next to his soldiers, there were more than a dozen soldiers of the Wolf Warrior Regiment, who were on guard everywhere.

"Battalion commander, Commander Lei orders!"

At this time, Ma Chen came to Chen Xi's side with a telegram.

Chen Xi put down the binoculars, took the telegram with a disdainful face, and after seeing the order above, he turned around and ordered: "Move the cannon forty-five degrees, fire it at me!" ”

The country that hears the order. Soldiers, began to adjust the angle of the infantry guns.

"Battalion commander, you ......!"

When the deputy battalion commander Ma Chen heard Chen Xi's order, he immediately wanted to refute it, because Chen Chen adjusted the angle of the infantry gun like this, then it was completely off.

But before he could say anything, he immediately saw Chen Xi's gloomy eyes, and Chen Xi was already aiming at his gun under his clothes.

Seeing this, he had to swallow the words he was about to say.

"Boom Boom"

“……”

At this moment, the infantry artillery began to roar.

Twenty miles away from Giethoorn Mountain, the devil's convoy.

"Murakami Chajiao, yours, take your squadron, go to support the work, hurry!"

In the devil's convoy, Koi Sokuzo looked at the telegram in his hand with an ugly face and gave an order.

He did not expect that the Sakamoto squadron would suffer heavy losses if the situation was favorable to them, and asked him to continue to send troops to support.

"Xiaojing-kun, don't work in a panic, this kind of battle is interesting to work, crushing battle, mine, I don't like it!"

Looking at Koi Soku's ugly face, Miyamoto Ichiro Nakasa, said with a smile, he believes that only a difficult war can better reflect the might of the imperial warriors.

"Huh!"

Koi Sokusa heard Miyamoto Ichiro Nakasa's words and smiled bitterly.

"Boom ......"

At this moment, the small hillside not far from the convoy was violently bombarded by artillery fire, and the ground shook and deafened.

"What a job!"

Miyamoto Ichiro Nakasa, who was still calm just now, immediately panicked when he heard the sound of artillery fire, and even a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Miyamoto-kun, your work without panic is ours, and the work of the cannonballs will not fall on our heads!"

Seeing Miyamoto Ichiro's gaffe, Koi Soku, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said in a calm tone.

"Huh, Baga, I was startled to work, Xiaojing-kun, your conscience is greatly broken!"

Ichiro Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Koi Sora, and his tone trembled a little. Said tremblingly.

"Haha!"

In this way, the devil's convoy marched safely in the midst of "fierce" artillery fire.

Giethoorn Mountain, the headquarters of the Wolf Warrior Regiment.

"Well, the cannon went off!"

Hearing the sound of cannons, political commissar Zhang Jibing stopped pondering, got up and said with a serious face.

"Hmm!"

Lei Zhan looked at the direction of the shelling, and the doubts in his heart were even more incomprehensible, the seventh artillery battalion fired an artillery bombardment, which means that the seventh artillery battalion has no problem.

However, how did the little devils know their deployment, Lei Zhan was even more puzzled in his heart.

Like Lei Zhan, political commissar Zhang Jibing's heart was also full of doubts at this time, he always felt that something was missing, but he just couldn't remember it.

One mile away from Sheephorn Mountain, dry mountain.

Looking at the direction of the county after the shelling, the disdain on Chen Xi's face became even stronger.

"Alas!"

Deputy battalion commander Ma Chen sighed deeply and sat on the ground with a sad face.

Seeing the shelling, the ten soldiers of the Wolf Warrior Regiment had a smile on their faces, and at the same time, their favorability of the artillery battalion was greatly improved!

【】

At this time, Yang Song was leading his more than 60 soldiers and wearing the clothes of little devils in the direction of the county seat.

The eyes of all the fighters were full of hatred, and they held the light machine guns in their hands tightly, waiting for the battle order, slaughtering the little devils fiercely, and avenging the sacrifices of their comrades.

After the two trucks had traveled a mile again, Jansson ordered the convoy to turn around and stop, and after parking the car, Jansson and the soldiers walked out of the car.

Yang Song observed the terrain on both sides, nodded with a serious face and a look of satisfaction, he was very satisfied with the terrain he chose, he wanted to be here, to give the little devil a blow, a blow that they remembered.

"Comrades, after a while, you will lie down a few on the ground, and the rest will go up the hill, ambush on both sides, waiting for orders, in addition, Yang Lian, you take two soldiers, go to the back, pretend to be fighting, don't stop the gunshots, just shoot at a time!"

Jansson began to give orders, began to deploy, and waited for the arrival of the little devil.

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