Although the shè speed of the 280 mm howitzer was very low and inconvenient, it was not easy for the Japanese gunners to get it ringing in such a short time.

After Ueno Yunobu noticed that the 280mm howitzer was fired, smoke and dust rose from the position of the squadron in the distance, which seemed to be full of majesty, but what made him feel depressed was that the shelling of the squadron had not weakened in the slightest.

A Chinese shell whistled and flew in, hitting the barracks of the Japanese artillery accurately, and the huge explosion almost knocked Ueno to the ground, and he looked in the direction of the black smoke with some horror, as if waiting for a more violent explosion.

Although less than a minute had passed, it was as long as a xiǎo hour for Yushin Ueno.

Finally, without waiting for the explosion from the bomb yào library, Yushin Ueno couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Because in the shelter between these cannons, there are a total of five tandem rooms, the outermost room at both ends is the howitzer's shell storehouse, and the middle three rooms are the artillerymen's rooms, each with a height of 3 meters, each with an area of about 20 square meters, and the entire fortress area is about 100 square meters. All rooms have a single mén with four windows, with the mén windows facing southwest. The walls of the shelter are about 1 meter thick and are made of stones, and the floor is made of xiǎo-shaped pebbles. Due to the excellent engineering quality of the Germans, although the shells from the Chinese shè just now had very accurate impact points, they were not able to penetrate the shelter, so they failed to cause fatal damage to the battery.

Just when Ueno Yushin felt lucky, in the smoke not far away, there seemed to be more Chinese.

Ueno saw an old man in a gray shirt rushing over with a number of young jīng shirtless strong men, these Chinese were holding an ancient short-barreled earthen shotgun in one hand and something like an iron plate as a shield in the other, and they were taking firm steps and jumping forward with difficulty.

Before the defending Japanese troops figured out what these Chinese were going to do, they had approached the front of the Japanese battery position, and the Japanese infantrymen who felt inexplicably frightened kept firing at these deadly Chinese with their rifles, and one bullet after another hit them and passed through the "defensive shield" in their hands, but surprisingly, although these people seemed to be seriously wounded, they did not fall or shoot, but still moved forward with strength and difficulty.

When they were about to enter the Japanese position, these Chinese suddenly dropped the heavy "defensive shield" in their hands, stood there, and opened fierce fire on the Japanese position with their homemade shotguns

With the dull sound of gunfire, the rain of shotguns composed entirely of iron and sand swept through the Japanese positions like wind and thunder, and the Japanese army suddenly let out a terrible scream, and in the hazy gunsmoke, Ueno Yunobu saw that the old man's white clothes were in tatters, and he stood there covered in blood, although bullets continued to drill into his body, and he shot blood on his body, but he stood there like an iron statue, slowly loading the bullets into the short and thick shotgun in his hand, Lifted in one direction.

Ueno looked in the direction of the gun he was pointing at and saw a Japanese infantry gun there.

At this time, the infantry artillery had finished a round of shells, and several Japanese gunners were busy loading the mén artillery there, just as they were about to re-fire after loading the ammunition, Ueno Yunobu saw that the shotgun in the old man's hand instantly spewed out a dark red fire, and the Japanese gunners who were arson in Cào all sat on the ground without exception, covering their faces with their hands covered with blood, and let out a ghost-like howl.

Ueno Yushin couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart as he looked at this horrific scene, and his gaze fell back on the old man, who was already sitting down, leaning against a mound of dirt, still holding the shotgun in his hand, maintaining the shè strike posture he had just had.

And at this moment, all the Chinese let out a landslide and tsunami-like cry, and rushed out of their respective shelters one after another.

At this time, Ueno Yushin no longer had a trace of contempt for the Chinese in his heart, and what he was thinking about now was how to save his xìng life.

Yunobu Ueno quickly ran back to the telephone, shook the phone, and picked up the microphone, but there was a suffocating silence in the microphone. ,

Ueno Yushin shouted a few words into the microphone, but never got a response, he suddenly realized that the telephone line might have been interrupted by the shelling of the squadron, Ueno Yushin was about to send someone to the headquarters to report the situation, but suddenly there was a dull gunshot outside, followed by the tragic cries of the Japanese soldiers

Ueno's confidence sank, he pulled out his pistol sharply, and as soon as he rushed out of Mén, he immediately saw a gunman dressed as a Chinese ordinary man standing there with a short gun like a shotgun less than a meter long.

Yunobu Ueno shouted, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on the other party, and the gun in the other person's hand also spewed dark red flames almost at the same time.

The telescope in front of Ueno Yushin's xiōng was instantly shattered and fell from his xiōng, and he watched this scene in amazement, and at this moment, a grain of iron sand flew into his mouth, and he only felt a bitterness in his mouth, followed by a numb feeling of not being able to speak.

Although the distance was very close, Ueno's shot flew away, and he couldn't hit the other party at all, Ueno Yushin wanted to continue firing, but he felt unconscious all over his body, and although he was still standing there, he couldn't move as if he was dead.

At this time, several Japanese soldiers with rifles with bayonets ran past Ueno Yushin, their rifles may not have been loaded, so they shouted loudly and rushed towards the other party with bayonets, and the other party had reloaded at this time, and raised their guns unhurriedly and began to shoot, only to hear another "bang", these soldiers who rushed up all screamed and fell to the ground, some were lying there covered in blood chōu twitching, and some were sitting on the ground with their faces covered and screaming, Others were writhing on the ground in agony.

The Chinese gunner once again loaded the shotgun in his hand with great skill, and he quickly ran past the Japanese soldier who had fallen to the ground, and rushed towards the inside of the fort, and when he came to Ueno's side, he saw that he was still standing there stunned, and his face could not help but show a contemptuous sneer. He stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on Ueno's brain, and Ueno's body fell straight back to the ground.

The last thing Yunobu Ueno saw when he fell to the ground was the figure of the Chinese gunman rushing into the fort and screaming accompanied by the gunfire.

"We have lost contact with the various batteries"

A Japanese officer reported to the commander of the 23rd Brigade, Major General Horiuchi, with a panicked look on his face.

Major General Horiuchi pushed open the window and looked out, the squadron was still shelling, but compared to the previous days, the shelling did not seem to be very violent.

"Maybe the phone line is broken, and it should be fixed in a while." Major General Horiuchi said.

And just as he finished speaking, there were suddenly dull gunshots in the courtyard outside, followed by the screams of Japanese soldiers.

"What's going on?" Major General Horiuchi asked in surprise, and at that moment, the Japanese heavy machine guns began to roar.

Major General Horiuchi walked quickly to the window and looked out, and immediately saw Chinese gunners running in their hands, firing at the Japanese soldiers with a short shotgun-like weapon in their hands, and the Japanese soldiers were desperately returning fire with their rifles. Major General Mabori was surprised that the short guns used by the Chinese did not seem to have much aim, and every time the muzzle of the guns spewed out dark red flames and black smoke, the Japanese soldiers would fall down screaming.

Two Japanese machine gunners opened fire desperately with a tǐng heavy machine gun in Cào, trying to stop the Chinese attack, and at this moment, a shell flew out of nowhere and landed on the heavy machine gun position with unerring accuracy, drowning the two machine gunners and the heavy machine gun in flames.

"General, we have met Chinese ......" A Japanese officer rushed into the house, and was about to report the situation, but before he could finish his words, he waved his hands back in pain.

Major General Horiuchi looked at him with some surprise, not understanding what was happening, but the officer desperately stretched out his hand to his back, as if trying to grasp something, his eyes widened, and he soon stopped this strange movement and fell to the ground.

Only then did Major General Horiuchi notice that he was wearing a dagger with red silk on his vest.

A swift figure flashed, and the two officers in the room shouted and drew their pistols to shoot at each other, but before they could aim at each other, the other party had already rushed closer, and then Major General Horiuchi felt a huddle in front of him, and both officers covered their throats with their hands, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

At this time, Major General Horiuchi also pulled out his pistol, and at this time, there was a sudden explosion from the window, and a huge qi làng lifted his body into the air, and then slammed it on the table, smashing the Chinese wooden table that made jīng beautiful.

Major General Horiuchi finally stood up from the broken pieces of wood, some sharp pieces of wood had pierced his military kù and pierced into his tuǐ, he barely stabilized his body, and only then did he see clearly that standing in front of him was a young man dressed in gray cloth and holding a slender steel knife.

The young man may have been caught off guard by the explosion just now, and he glanced out the window with some annoyance, and then his gaze fell on Major General Horiuchi.