Hitting barricades with mortars, the regiment has already tried. A cannonball smashed over, sacks and sandbags flew wildly, and the devils seemed to have been killed a lot, but as soon as the soldiers started to charge, the devils came out of nowhere and began to launch a counterattack, and the parts of the barricades that had been blown down were quickly repaired. After trying a round of mortar attacks to no avail, the regiment stopped shelling and changed to a company-by-company charge.

The old thief didn't think there was anything wrong with the tactics in the regiment, he just thought that the gunners were saving shells! Shells are worth a lot of money, and an artillery without shells is useless except for carrying an iron pipe. These guys just don't want to run out of shells, so they didn't do their best! According to the old thief's thoughts, if the artillery company in the regiment used all the shells on this barricade, how could there be anything that could not collapse?

Although there are only two 60 small cannons in his company, they are absolutely under the command of his company commander, and the old thief is not afraid to toss these old books! As long as this battle can be won, if you want shells in the future, will there be any? If you can't shoot down, what's the use of more shells?

The mortar squad leader Yu Datou glanced at the old thief dissatisfied, and he didn't know what to mutter, but he still set up the gun carriage according to the order and began to aim, and the soldiers in the squad carried over three shell boxes, which was all his inventory. After the less than three boxes of shells were gone, he could only carry the barrels and run after the buttocks.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! He turned his head to look at the company commander and found that the old thief had been glaring at him with his eyes. The artillery squad leader was so angry that he didn't look at the company commander anymore, but only cared about putting the shells in his box into the barrel one after another.

The old squad leader, who has been a soldier for more than ten years, has superb skills, and all of the three boxes of shells were thrown into the devil's bunker except for one shell that exploded on the sandbag. The sandbags were blown up, and the devils flew into the sky in earthen planes. These two 60 guns kept firing, and with these three boxes of shells, they simply ploughed the huge barricade of the devil.

The artillery company in the regiment didn't scatter the devil's barricade, and the old thief didn't believe that he could solve the devil's barricade with his two small cannons.

The reckless firing of the two mortars can only temporarily slow down the devils in the barricades, and if they want to solve it completely, it is definitely far from enough to close to a few boxes of shells.

The old thief is the old thief, and this company commander, who has extremely rich combat experience, arranged the next serial killing move while ordering the artillery squad to open fire. While the two mortars were still firing shells at the barricades, a demolition team composed of fighters from a squad began to quietly approach the barricades.

The devils are under constant bombardment from two mortars, and even if the grenadiers return fire, they will have to wait until the mortars are finished, not to mention the machine gunners and riflemen of the devils. The mortar shells were not very powerful, but they exploded inside the barricades, but they were enough to destroy all the humanoids inside. The devil is not a complete idiot, and he will not be willing to risk being blown up and carry it in the barricades to observe. The demolition team approached, but not a single devil found it.

Since this demolition group brought all the hopes of the old thief, the amount of ammunition carried by each soldier was naturally sufficient to the point of making people red. If it weren't for the fear that it would be difficult to take it, the old thief wanted each of them to carry two grenade boxes up. In this way, more than a dozen grenades were hung on each person's body, and it seemed that each of them was similar to a human bomb.

The demolition team stopped twenty meters away from the devil's barricade. Even the mortars inside continued to fire, and the explosions in the devil's barricade continued one after another. The soldiers climbed to the ground and secretly observed the barricades.

Now in the shelling, there are no devils who have been shot and flyed, but the sacks and sandbags are blown up from time to time, and it seems that the devils are hiding. If you want to say that these dozens of mortar shells killed all the devils in the barricades, I'm afraid no one believes it at all.

Time is running out, the shelling stops! Behind them, there was a faint sound of a whistle, and it was the company commander who was informing them that the shelling had stopped. The demolition team leader yelled: "Drop the bomb!" "With a flick of his arm, he threw out the grenade that he had already grasped in his hand! A dozen or so throwers of the demolition team threw a grenade almost simultaneously after hearing the command. A dozen grenades fell like a flock of homing birds, towards the devil's barricades.

The distance of twenty meters is enough for these fighters to miss a shot. The first batch of grenades exploded inside the barricades! This is not the kind of scattered shelling of those two mortars, this is a huge, covering explosion! And that's not all, the smoke of the first round of explosions has not been extinguished, and the second round of grenades is coming again! Round after round of explosions, it is impossible for the devils to rush out and regain control of the barricades now, within more than 20 meters, more than a dozen grenades explode at the same time, no one can survive in this environment!

The leader of the demolition team, who had already been instructed by the company commander, commanded his demolition team to drop bombs, and at the same time quickly approached the devil's barricade until he reached out and could touch the sack of the barricade. They're already at the devil's barricades!

The task of the demolition team is not to seize the barricades, they are just forcing the devils to not fight back! Now that they had approached the barricades, the demolition team leader spread out his demomen, and a meter or two apart stood a fighter. It is also very important to save ammunition, from the beginning of everyone to drop bombs together, now it has been changed to odd and even numbers, one, three, five, one, three, five, two, four, six, and then the next round of bombs. Although the number of bombers dropped by half at the same time, the initiative of the barricades was still firmly controlled due to the uniform distribution of grenade detonation points.

The vacuum time controlled by the demolition team was enough for the old thief and his soldiers to rush through the distance of more than 100 meters! What is the speed of 100 meters? Ten seconds, right? Although the fighters can't run the world championship, they can still run more than 100 meters in less than 20 seconds. And the dozen or so grenades per person in the demolition team were enough to make the more than twenty seconds last in the continuous explosion.

"Up!" The old thief waved the large box cannon in his hand, leaned out, shook off and rushed forward. Now that he has become a genuine company commander, his subordinates are in charge of the 100th person, and the old thief got rid of the middle official and replaced it with a brand-new large box gun.

Although the old thief had good bones, when it came to running, he couldn't catch up with the young people in the company, and he was overtaken by the young men behind him before he could even take ten steps.

"Little rabbit, it's pretty fast." Looking at the energetic figures in front of him, the old thief scolded in a low voice with a smile.

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