Seeing that Zhang Long and Zhang Hu used the 92-type infantry cannon to beat the besieging devils in all directions, especially Zhang Hu's fight was particularly accurate, almost 100 shots, and Zhao Zilong breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw the devils all over the mountains running towards this side with guns in their hands and shouting, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Although he can still shoot devils, there are too many enemies for one person and one gun to stop. If they are rushed up by devils, there are only three of them here, how can they resist it?

Bang!

Another shell exploded under that lonely mountain.

But because those devils all retreated and ran this way, they only blew up one or two that couldn't dodge.

"Huh?" Zhao Zilong frowned, and immediately woke up, he immediately turned around and shouted: "The devils are attacking us, quickly adjust the artillery to bomb them." ”

"Okay."

Zhang Long and Zhang Hu immediately adjusted the direction of the cannon, lifted the shell and stuffed it into the barrel, closed the back cover, and then pulled the gun line.

Bang! Bang!

Shells rang out one explosion after another on the flat ground.

At first, the devils rushed in a swarm, so they were blown up by the bombs one by one. Later, those devils scattered and ran away, so the lethality of the shells was not so great.

When Zhao Zilong saw it, he immediately raised his gun and shot at the enemy.

However, after hitting the two devils, the wind speed at the top of the mountain suddenly increased, causing his hit rate to drop rapidly.

Seeing that those devils were running closer and closer, less than four hundred meters away from Baozi Mountain, Zhao Zilong suddenly frowned.

If the devils rush up the hill and recapture the two cannons, then they will regain the advantage.

Zhao Zilong turned around and saw that Zhang Long and Zhang Hu were still desperately firing the cannon, and then looked at the location where the shells fell, and he understood.

Because the artillery position was originally facing that lonely mountain, when hitting those devils on the flat ground, the direction was wrong, so the effect was not good.

"You push the cannon over and hit the devil directly." As soon as his eyes lit up, Zhao Zilong immediately shouted.

Although he didn't know how to shoot artillery, he still had some understanding of the performance of some cannons, and knew that this Type 92 infantry gun could adjust its direction at will because of its short barrel.

When Zhang Long and Zhang Hu heard this, they immediately dragged the cannon and moved this way.

Although the Type 92 infantry gun was only more than 200 kilograms, the two of them were also struggling to pull it.

Zhao Zilong immediately ran over as soon as he saw it, and he shouted as he ran: "Zhang Long, let's push the cannon with Zhang Hu." ”

The three of them worked together and quickly pushed the cannon to the top of the mountain, Zhang Hu immediately skillfully adjusted the muzzle of the cannon, and hung down minus 10 degrees to aim at the devils who were about to rush to the foot of the mountain.

The moment Zhang Long loaded the cannonball, Zhang Hu immediately opened fire.

Shout!

A cannonball with a god-killing aura suddenly flew out.

Bang!

The cannonball landed in the middle of several devil soldiers who rushed to the front, and the instant explosion blew these people into flesh and blood.

When the devils in the back saw it, they were suddenly startled, and their footsteps couldn't help but pause.

However, when they turned back and saw the standard-bearer on the mound of dirt bags in the distance, still waving the flag desperately, they gritted their teeth, raised their guns again, and continued to rush forward with a shout.

However, before the devils had run a few steps, there was another cannon shot from the top of the mountain.

Their faces changed, and before they could react, shells exploded around them.

Because now Zhang Long is in charge of loading and Zhang Hu is in charge of firing artillery, so the shells exploded at the foot of the mountain one after another, and those devils suffered heavy casualties, and the attack was slowed down for a while.

"Zhang Hu, do you see that flag bearer?" After Zhao Zilong brought a box of cannonballs, he saw that although those devils were scattered far away, they were still running towards the mountain, he looked at the devil standard-bearers in the distance.

There was a devil officer standing next to the devil's standard-bearer, pointing, seemingly giving orders.

"See." Zhang Hu nodded, then realized something, and immediately asked, "Did you call me a flag bearer?" ”

"Can you hit this far?" Zhao Zilong asked rhetorically. He had just judged that it was more than a kilometer away from the Devil's Bannerman.

"Done." Zhang Hu narrowed his eyes, raised his index finger and gestured a few times into the distance before nodding.

He immediately adjusted the muzzle.

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"Yaga! Tell them not to stop, seize the hill, attack! Offensive! ”

Taro Yamamoto saw through the binoculars that the national-army had counterattacked from the mountain, and his own soldiers were being hit by the cannons on the top of the mountain and hid in all directions, and he immediately became furious.

Suddenly, he saw through the lens that the man in the Japanese uniform on the top of the hill was pointing in his direction with his right hand, and the Nationalist army standing next to him immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun.

Taro Yamamoto's brows furrowed, a little surprised, but then his face changed and he realized something.

At this time, he saw through his telescope that the muzzle of the Type 92 infantry cannon was aimed at his side, and a nationalist army behind the gun mount was also loaded with shells.

"Yaga!" Taro Yamamoto immediately threw down the binoculars and turned around and ran.

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"Wait......"

When Zhao Zilong saw Zhang Hu pulling up the cannon rope, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately stretched out his hand and shouted.

Shout!

However, the Type 92 infantry cannon rang out with a cannon sound, and the shells flew out suddenly.

Boom.

The shell landed accurately between the devil standard-bearer and Taro Yamamoto and exploded.

"Maps......"

Seeing that the two of them were blown away, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Zhao, what was your name just now?" At this time, Zhang Hu, who was touching his head, asked.

"Nothing." Zhao Zilong shook his head, immediately pointed downward, and urged: "Your camp seat has led the brothers to fight back, you guys should fight those devils who resist." ”

After speaking, Zhao Zilong immediately picked up the 38 big cover and ran down the mountain. He's going to stop the devil soldiers from snatching back that devil officer.

Because Wang Zhong led the national army to desperately charge and counterattack, and Zhang Hu and Zhang Long assisted with artillery, those devils whose morale was originally low collapsed without any resistance when they lost their commanders.

Zhao Zilong's speed was at full speed, and he ran down Baozi Mountain in a dozen breaths.

He saw from a distance that several devil soldiers ran over to rob the devil officer, and he immediately shot as he ran.

Bang.

The devil soldier who had just lifted Taro Yamamoto was suddenly shot and fell.

Taro Yamamoto also fell, and he was seriously injured in the abdomen by shrapnel, and he suddenly burst into tears of pain.

Another devil soldier immediately went to pick up Taro Yamamoto, but was knocked down by a single shot.

"Yaga!" Taro Yamamoto fell again, cursed weakly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhao Zilong shot three times in a row, shooting down three devil soldiers who were about to carry Taro Yamamoto away, frightening the others.

At this time, the national-army rushed up with a shout, and those devil soldiers suddenly didn't care about anything, turned around and ran.

"Brothers, you can't let go of the devil!" A Nationalist company commander raised his light machine gun and shouted and fired. The slower devils were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

The national-army who rushed forward did not care whether the devil who fell to the ground was dead or not, they all made up for it and continued to pursue.

Zhao Zilong ran to Taro Yamamoto's side, and saw that the other party was no longer breathing, and he looked at the sky without closing his eyes, and he was very unwilling.

Pursing his lips, Zhao Zilong looked around and found a broken telescope and a blackened, half-cracked satchel on the ground in the distance.

With a raised brow, Zhao Zilong immediately ran over and picked it up.

Seeing that the binoculars were not only cracked, but also the lenses were shattered, he had no choice but to throw them away.

Opening the satchel, Zhao Zilong saw that in addition to some documents, there were also three and a half palm-sized copper tripods and a map.