In the middle of the clearing, dozens of devils are busy. Some are tuning sights, some are carrying shells, and some are running around for unknown reasons. The small position was filled with gunsmoke, and from time to time a certain cannon fired shells and exited the shells in the loud noise.

In the center of the position, the cannons of the devils were neatly arranged, and the cannons were lined up in two rows, two in each row, a total of four of the latest field guns. A devil officer was commanding loudly. In the artillery position, the voice is so low that others can't hear it at all, in fact, even if the voice is shouted loudly, others may not be able to hear it, but in such an environment, people will instinctively raise the volume of their speech, which is a professional habit and has nothing to do with others.

With the few poor mortars of the Second Division, even if they knew the exact location, they could only think about it if they wanted to hit and destroy this artillery position. The temporary second division is the old foundation of Mr. Feng's Northwest Army, although it was later absorbed by Zhang Shaoshuai in the northeast, but Zhang Shaoshuai didn't bring out many heavy weapons from Fengtian City, and the generals of the Feng army were too anxious when they left, and those stupid and stupid guys didn't have time to bring it. Of course, it is even more unlikely that the non-descendant troops who joined later in the Second Division, will be replenished with any heavy weapons.

Since it was impossible to call for any fire support, Gao Quan found that this devil artillery position had no specific intelligence value. Gao Quan was not reconciled, he tried his best, risked his life, braved the rain of bullets, detected such important information, and brought it back without any obvious help to the troops, which of course could not satisfy him.

There are not many devils on the battlefield, and there are no more than thirty in total. Gao Quan checked the equipment on his body, two pistols, seventeen bullets, a grenade, a dagger, and a ten-fold military binocular. As far as the individual equipment of this era is concerned, he is already armed to the teeth, but it seems to be a bit difficult to use these weapons to take this artillery position of the devil by himself. The most important thing is that Gao Quan's left shoulder is still injured, which makes it a little difficult for him to act, if it is the heyday, Gao Quan is sure that with a pistol with sufficient ammunition, he can take the position of dozens of devils alone, but the current situation is indeed a bit difficult.

Giving up without giving a try is not Gao Quan's surname. Squatting down to a tree, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the artillery position of the Japanese army, trying to find a flaw. In addition to the nearly twenty devil artillery in the middle, there were also a few guards with Type 38 rifles on the periphery. Since the location of this position is quite remote, and it is in the rear of the army's position, the defensive force is relatively weak, which may be regarded as a flaw, right?

The noise of the cannon roaring is indeed a test of people's nerves. The artillerymen have long been accustomed to it, and the devils in the squad in charge of the guard are not so thick, and the expressions on the faces of several devils with guns are obviously a little impatient, probably a little dissatisfied with the boss sending them here to perform this "drudgery", right? In fact, they are happy enough, what they don't know is that the so-called Imperial warriors who they envy and charge towards the pass of the Great Wall are already scarred at this time, and there are Imperial warriors who die on the front line every moment.

Not to mention the lack of people's hearts, the boss's care for them has turned into abuse of them in the hearts of these guys, and these soldiers and ruffians are ready to start all kinds of relationships and complain to the higher commanders after they finish this mission. If the commander who sent them here knew what these soldiers really thought in their hearts, it is estimated that he would regret not sending these young masters to the front line, and he would have lost sleep all night.

When Gao Quan was squatting on the tree and his legs were a little numb, a devil with a rifle in charge of guarding turned his head and swayed over to this side. Gao Quan's muscles immediately tensed.

The devil soldier walked under the big tree where Gao Quan was, unbuckled his trouser belt, and on the trunk. Gao Quan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he thought it was time for this devil to leave, this guy actually stopped after lifting his pants. The devil fumbled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lit it with a match, took a beautiful puff, and then looked at the busy artillerymen in the middle of the position with interest, and the rifle was also leaned against the tree by him, this guy has now completely lost the sense of responsibility and vigilance that a guard should have.

Here's your chance! Gao Quan slid silently down from the other side of the tree. When he landed, his feet stepped on the withered leaves, making a faint noise, and Gao Quan's whole body stiffened, remaining as it was, motionless.

The artillery rang out on the position, and the devil soldier didn't hear anything, but he still sensed that something seemed to be wrong. This guy is also a shrewd man, grabbing a rifle leaning against a tree, holding the gun, and slowly turning behind the tree.

The muzzle of the gun turned from the front of the tree, and just a small section was exposed, Gao Quan shot like lightning, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his right hand, and forcefully took it into his arms! The devil soldiers behind were unsteady, stumbled, and rushed over. Gao Quan's left hand is inconvenient, only the right hand can make the strength, the right hand that grabbed the barrel of the gun loosened, sent it forward, and grabbed the devil's neck, five fingers forcefully, "Hey! With a low shout, the strength of his powerful hand made him crush the devil's throat cartilage at once! The devil's feet flicked a few times on the ground and softened.

Like a leopard grabbing its prey, Gao Quan hugged the devil's neck and dragged him behind a big tree.

Quickly took off the devil's shirt and put it on himself, put the hat with the curtain on his head, and then picked up the Type 38 rifle, and a new devil soldier was immediately born.

Pulling the brim of his hat down, Gao Quan put the rifle on his shoulder, held the pistol in his right hand and put it at his side, lowered his head and slowly walked towards the nearest guard. Gao Quan's pants are not the uniform of the devil, but the smoke on the position is really a bit thick, and it is not real at all. When he saw Gao Quan coming over, he instinctively thought that this was his companion over there, maybe he was looking for himself to borrow fire. The cannon rang out again, and the devil stretched out his hand to say hello, and shouted something out of his mouth, but in the roar of the cannon, no other sound could be heard.

Gao Quan quickly stepped forward and reached out to hug this devil. The sound of the cannon just now provided cover for him, and with the help of the cannon sound, a shot hit the heart of the defenseless devil, and the devil went to see his great god in happiness and without pain.

There were a total of six guards, and Gao Quan circled around the artillery position, and these six devils were all killed by him. The rest are the artillery in the middle.

Gao Quan really wanted to use the sound of artillery to kill the middle artillery one by one, the idea was very good, but he couldn't do it. The devil's artillery is in the middle of the position, very close to each other, and if one falls, there will definitely be other devils who will find it. Now he still has eleven bullets, and if he gives them all to the devil, it will not be enough for one person to one. The rifle bullet was sufficient, and the wound on his left shoulder made him unsteady with one hand. This is not a battlement of the city wall, except for the trunk of a tree, and there is nothing suitable for support around for a while. Gao Quan's eyes swept around the field, and his eyes suddenly fixed on something.