During this time at noon, the little devil did not attack again. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A brigade and a wing tried twice, the brigade was annihilated, and the wing's attack was frustrated, which also caused the little devil to start thinking about the shortcomings of the first two attacks.

In the final analysis, when attacking, because of the fear of their own corpses in front of the position of the flying army, the fire could not be fully fired, which was the main reason for the setback of the offensive.

The flying army is naturally happy to be idle, after all, they didn't sleep all night last night, and the little devils stopped attacking, just so that they could hurry up and rest.

Of course, the happiest of them all was the Flying Army Logistics Brigade, where the cessation of fighting gave them ample time to cook all the raw food, and after rationing, deliver the steaming meals to each soldier.

Pack the rest of the cooked food and put it in the snow, this season, this temperature, and there is no fear of food spoilage.

As soon as the soldiers filled their bellies, the observers on duty noticed with high-powered binoculars that the little devils in the distance were moving frequently, and as soon as the warning was issued, the guns on the little devils' artillery positions sounded.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

"Little devil shelling, enter the anti-artillery in the lightning protection ditch!" The squadrons and brigade commanders shouted at their soldiers and entered the lightning protection ditch one after another.

The fat man hugged his Garand, shrunk into the lightning protection ditch, still holding a cigar in his mouth, but cursing in his heart, he didn't leave him a cigarette after dinner, it was too inhumane!

"Boom-" Shells whizzed in the air before landing on the Blind Ridge Heights.

"Boom, boom, boom" explosions came and went, mushroom clouds rose up in the sky on the heights ......of Blind Ridge, and the entire Blind Ridge was drowned in all kinds of explosions and gunsmoke.

This time the little devil was different from the first shelling of the Blind Ridge Heights, this time it seemed that he was preparing to flatten the Blind Ridge Heights, and the shells were fired one after another, without stopping at all.

The fat man who was nesting in the lightning protection ditch was exploded by a shell that fell beside him, buzzing in his ears, and the explosion heat wave came to his face again and again, and the dust and mud raised by the explosion of the shell sprinkled his face again and again, making him miserable.

"Bah, bah......" The fat man spit out the mud and sand that entered his mouth again and again, and the half of the cigar butt in his mouth had already been spit out.

If there is no protection of the lightning protection ditch, I am afraid that his two hundred catties can be regarded as confessing to this shelling.

There was no doubt that this was the heaviest shelling he had ever experienced, and it seemed that the little devil had gone crazy and completely ignored the corpse of the little devil in front of the trench.

Simply, he also resigned himself to fate, as long as a shell does not grow an eye and falls into the lightning protection ditch where he is hiding, then the game is over.

The explosion of the "boom, boom......" shells continued, and I was anxious.

As long as the little devil's shell falls into the ditch, look at the caliber of the bomb, if it is 50 grenades falling in the lightning protection ditch, then the distance of eight meters in the ditch will have the possibility of sacrifice or injury.

This artillery bombardment seems to have no intention of stopping, the artillery fire is extremely ferocious and lasts for a long time, and the little devil is completely planning to annihilate the flying army with running soldiers.

It is believed that this team of bandits will not be able to find a countermeasure to limit the artillery.

It's no wonder that the little devil thinks so, at the beginning, Jiang Yi used three 82 mortars, making the little devil think that the artillery of the flying army was just these three 82 mortars.

"Damn, Fat Liu's tricks do have some tricks!" Jiang Yi was lying on a high place, observing with a telescope, he had to venture out in order to find out the direction of the little devil's artillery position.

If it weren't for the fat man's explanation before, let him use a few cannons to participate in the battle in front, I'm afraid that all the artillery would not be exposed, and the little devil would not have bombarded Blind Man's Ridge with such blatant firepower.

Now that the little devil is bombarding with all his strength, he can easily figure out the coordinates of the little devil's artillery position, and then it is time for him to let the twenty-four 82 mortars show their might.

Jiang Yiyi figured out the location of the little devil's artillery position one by one, and hurriedly shrank down, a shell exploded right next to him, and waves of people rushed to his face, and the shock wave of the explosion lifted him into a fight, which frightened him so much that his heart was broken, and his ears buzzed.

When he got up with difficulty, spit out the sand in his mouth, checked carefully, and found that he was not greeted by shrapnel, he was both happy and afraid, and hurriedly retracted into the lightning protection ditch, no longer daring to pretend to be a hero and go out to observe the little devil artillery position.

"Woo Woo ......"

"Boom, boom......"

The shells whistled in, then smashed down on the Blind Ridge heights, and then exploded.

The mushroom clouds turned into by the explosion, accompanied by bursts of heatwaves, made the flying soldiers who were hit by the cannon feel suffocated, and the roar of the explosion produced bursts of buzzing sound in their ears.

The most aggrieved of this is Jiang Yi, as a man like a gunner, he would actually give the enemy - the little devil was spared by the lightning protection ditch lying in the trench, which really made him aggrieved to a new height.

The shelling of the little devils still has no intention of stopping, as if the artillery of the little devils is going to flatten the entire Blind Ridge.

Of course, it is impossible for the artillery to wipe out all the flying troops on the Blind Ridge, and even if the little devils bring in dozens of large-caliber naval guns and bombard the Blind Ridge for three days and three nights, it is impossible to blow up all the flying troops nailed to the Blind Ridge.

Therefore, it is imperative to send infantry to test the effect of the artillery bombardment on Blind Ridge, so as to test how many flying troops can still live on the high ground of Blind Ridge after such intensive artillery bombardment.

"Knock!"

A squadron of little devils, under the urging of a captain wielding a command knife, appeared in front of the little devil's position.

A brigade rushed by, and was counter-charged by the flying army, killing the whole army; A wing rushed through and was quickly defeated by the garrison flying troops; Now, on the contrary, the number of troops has been reduced, and a squadron has come to attack, which is obviously tentative.

The explosion of the shells did not continue, and the sound of artillery firing from the artillery positions of the little devils in the distance was not heard, indicating that the shelling stopped!

The fat man got up with difficulty, then shook off the dirt on his body, took a few mouthfuls, spit out the mud and sand in his mouth, and then picked up the cigar butt that fell on the floor, wiped it with his hand, continued to hold it in his mouth, raised his hand to touch the lighter in his pocket, and his eyes were already scanning the surroundings.

This glance made his expression froze, frowning and his eyes shot out of anger, sadness, and even some helplessness.

The fat man's hand stayed in his pocket, just holding half of his cigar butt, staring at the position, and there were tears in his eyes...... (To be continued.) )