"Stop, why don't you lie down for Lao Tzu~"

"Commander, what time is this, rush, the devil has already begun to withdraw. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Yes, regimental leader, rush ahead, the devils have no fighting spirit, catch up and kill them."

Looking at the devils who kept retreating from the attack position down the mountain, he turned his head to look at Wang Qi, and saw that he nodded to himself seriously, Ma Shuren said: "What are you arguing about, don't you know how to fight devils, hurry up and notify you, it's all right, the artillery brothers haven't been addicted yet, and there is still one round, why do you rush up to find death?" ”

"Brother Artillery, that's so interesting!"

"That's it, that's it, I have to thank the artillery brothers this time, or we will be here today."

Ma Shuren, who arrived at the forward position, kept bragging and farting with his battalion commander and company commander, but anyway, this time they survived.

"Are you ready? The devil is about to run away. Ding Dashan, who was holding the little red flag, asked urgently.

The 24-tube rocket launcher is really enjoyable, within 7 seconds, 24 rockets were launched, and the devil who blew up cried and called his mother, which was so cool. The little red flag was snatched by Ding Dashan by virtue of his identity as the captain of the guerrillas, otherwise he would have relied on his physical strength to grab the flag by the pillar.

It's just a chaotic flag-grabbing scene if it is seen by the devil, I don't know what the mood will be.

"One set is complete!" "Group 2 is complete!" "Three sets are complete!"

"Ready~, put~" His gaze swept over the three artillery groups, and Ding Dashan waved the flag in his hand fiercely.

Crazy, completely crazy, cannonballs flying all over the sky, countless white smoke .......

Everyone stared blankly at the sky covered by cannonballs overhead, this is a special kill~.

The devils went crazy, countless devils threw away the weapons in their hands, the equipment on their bodies, and kept running around the woods aimlessly with their heads, trying to escape but unable to find their direction.

Looking at the sky covered by white smoke, and listening to the "whoosh" cannonball firing that still sounded, Nagagayama Momoyo sat on the ground weakly.

It's over, it's all over. Looking at the ghost soldiers scurrying around, Nagagano Momoyo didn't even have the desire to stop it.

No one was able to escape, and if I am not mistaken, this shelling should have been the full firepower of an artillery division. Artillery division, for the sake of a small infantry wing for themselves, as for it? As for sending an artillery division to ambush itself?

At the moment of death, Nagagunomura Momoyo thought of his hometown, Mijiko who had waited for Imen to return, his son ...... who was chasing after him, and the gorgeous cherry blossoms under Mt. Fuji as the artillery covered him.

All the soldiers of the independent regiment got up from their positions and sat on the ground with rifles equipped with knives, so they didn't have to clean the battlefield, and the devils who had gathered in front of the position to prepare for evacuation had all fallen into the sea of fire.

There were no screams, no voices, the devil's position was like a ghost domain, there was silence, no one was there, not a single one was alive, not even a complete devil.

The artillery brothers are too powerful, too powerful.

Bombing the artillery positions of the devils, the fighters of the independent regiment felt that this artillery fire was strong enough, and they were already very satisfied to be able to fight under the cover of such artillery fire.

But their bottom line was once again broken, and the sky covered with shells made it impossible for them to even raise the desire to fight, and no one could survive such a dense shelling.

If fighting under the cover of an artillery regiment is happiness, then under the cover of an artillery division it is sadness, the sorrow of the infantry, who did not even have the opportunity to clean up the battlefield.

The last shelling was completely beyond their imagination, countless shells fell into the ranks of the devils, bursting into flames, like the evil ghosts in hell asking for the lives of the little devils, whether it was lying on their stomachs, standing, or running, no devil could escape.

The soldiers were in a daze, and the commander of the horse was also in a daze, he still had some idea of the artillery regiment, but the firepower just now covered ......, he had no concept, he didn't know what it was.

Is it an artillery division? But look at that little hill, it seems that you can't even fit an artillery battalion, artillery division? No kidding.

"That, that, Xiao Wang. What kind of team are you? Why are there so many artillery? Ma Shuren no longer had the confidence to yell at Wang Qi, this team was so terrible that he could casually pull out an artillery division to support him.

"We are guerrillas, Changjing County guerrillas." Regarding Ma Shuren's question, Wang Qi was a little confused, although he was also shocked by the last firepower cover, but he was always a little mentally prepared, and he could still keep his sanity at this time.

"Impossible, how can the guerrillas have such fierce firepower? That burst of fire just now covered an artillery division, right? Tell me, where are your people hiding? Ma Shuren still insists on his opinion.

"We~, alas, Captain Ma, our captain and instructor will be able to come over in a while, let them tell you, I don't understand."

"Okay, Lao Tzu is waiting for them, if you don't understand what kind of team you are, Lao Tzu is not at ease."

After about ten minutes, a team of about 200 people entered the god line of the horse tree people, and immediately made him look straight in the eyes.

The neat military appearance, brand-new rifles, and fierce eyes all show that this is an invincible regular elite army, and when you look back at your own ......team, you look like a guerrilla no matter how you look at it.

"Hello, Captain Ma! You've worked hard. Ding Dashan's greeting and outstretched hand interrupted Ma Shuren's thoughts.

"This is Captain Ding Dashan of our guerrillas." Wang Qi introduced on the side.

"Ah, Captain Ding, hello, hello. We also want to thank you for your support, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid that our independent regiment would be here. ”

said that he was polite, but Ma Shuren was thinking in his heart: Why are the ghosts believing that you are guerrillas?

Seeing that Ma Shuren had been looking at the back of the team, Qin Han joked: "Captain Ma and the others? ”

"Huh?! No, not waiting. It's just your ......, what about your cannons? And what about artillery divisions? ”

"Artillery division?!"

Except for Qin Han, almost everyone was confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

It's no wonder that Ma Shuren is looking for artillery everywhere, even Ding Dashan didn't have any concept before they saw 24-barrel rocket launchers.

Just when several people were discussing the issue of artillery, the commander of the first battalion, Sun Changzhong, came back with a broken combat knife in his hand.

"Commander, there's nothing left, only this one was found, and it's broken."

"Adjutant sword? Look at the appearance should be Dazuo, you didn't find anything else? Holding the tattered scabbard, Ma Shuren looked at it for a long time before he said uncertainly

"What are you looking for, the artillery brothers hit so hard that there is not even a piece of cloth left."