The concentrated artillery bombardment of the artillery group just now opened Han Hao's eyes again, and he had a new understanding of the tactical idea of concentrated artillery fire and full attack advocated by Meng Qingshan and Zhu Guang. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info an elite Japanese division of thousands of elite soldiers, it is definitely a hard bone for the Anti-Union, and the Anti-United League will have to pay at least thousands or more casualties to take him down, but at this time, they are all buried under the fire net woven by the powerful artillery group.

Just when Han Hao's thoughts were wandering, the artillery group in the distance stopped shelling, and Meng Qingshan used his telescope to take advantage of the bright light generated by the artillery fire to look at the Japanese camp opposite, all the buildings in the village had almost been flattened by the intensive shelling for a while, and a complete house could no longer be found. On the ground, the ruins of the houses were littered with the stumps and severed arms of the Japanese army.

After another half an hour, Meng Qingshan found that the artillery fire was not being issued, Meng Qingshan turned around and said with a smile to everyone: "It's time to move your muscles and bones after freezing for so long, comrades, now it's our turn to take action, all regiments and battalions have begun to clean up, don't let go of a devil, the reconnaissance company scattered out to investigate the situation, and the special operations brigade is on guard and guards against the devil's cavalry, baggage personnel and the wounded are ready to set off at any time." ”

"Yes."

With Meng Qingshan's order, the anti-United Nations fighters who had been hiding in the mountains for nearly a night immediately grabbed their respective weapons and followed their respective squad leaders, platoon commanders, and company commanders to carry out carpet search attacks to eliminate the remaining devils.

For recruits who have never fought a war, this is a very vivid educational lesson, many recruits look at the corpses and wreckage all over the ground, and vomit, and after a while, the whole silent battlefield is active again, and people who don't know think that frogs are courting!

The battlefield is full of craters and the corpses of devils, and it is very difficult to walk. As soon as Wang Nan jumped into a crater, he felt his legs being hugged. Looking down, a wounded soldier with a broken leg was holding his leg with both hands and opening his mouth to bite himself.

Wang Nan bent down and grabbed the stone in the hand of the devil soldier and smashed it at the head of the devil's wounded soldier, scolding while smashing: "Your grandmother is a turtle grandson, and she still wants to bite Lao Tzu, grandpa will kill you first." ”

Wang Nan wiped the cold sweat on his face, scolded the cunning little devil, climbed out of the crater and hurriedly reported the matter to the company commander, after Wang Nan's reminder, the company commander thought of patronizing the scene of the war for the recruits, and forgot to remind him, so the company commander hurriedly sent someone to inform the recruits to see the corpse of the devil regardless of life or death.

Even with such a powerful artillery fire, there were still a small number of remnants of Japanese troops in the ruins, and these small remnants of Japanese troops were still resisting stubbornly, although they were already strong. But in the face of the fact that the entire guard regiment was armed with assault rifles, which were melee killing weapons, they had little to fight back. The few remaining light machine guns with crooked handles had just been set up, and before they could fire, they were blown up into the sky by the guards with grenades.

The sweeping battle of the anti-United Nations fighters lasted less than half an hour, and there was not a single living Japanese soldier in the barracks of the entire 14th Division. After Meng Qingshan led the baggage personnel and the wounded to come over, the gunfire here had completely subsided.

When Meng Qingshan came to the Japanese army headquarters that had become a ruin, a corpse of a Japanese soldier who had been angry for a long time appeared in everyone's eyes. As for the corpse of Lieutenant General Yu Yu, the commander of the 14th Division of the Japanese Army, he fell in the ruins. However, what shocked people was that the division commander in front of him was not killed by artillery fire, but was stoned to death by the beams on the roof.

"Boss, we found two groups of people fighting eight hundred meters ahead." Wang Dazhi, commander of the reconnaissance company, said.

"When did I say Dazhidu, and I was still sloppy, hurry up and say those two groups?" Acute Zi Han Hao asked loudly.

"Two gangs of devils are fighting, and one of them has been surrounded."

"Two groups of devils, could one of them be our people?"

"No way, our people are all carrying red scarves or red armbands, etc., those two groups must be all devils." Wang Dazhi said affirmatively.

"Han Hao, don't interrupt, let Dazhi continue." Meng Qingshan looked at Wang Dazhi and urged.

"Although I think both groups are devils, but because the sky is too dark to see clearly, so I took someone to catch a tongue, through interrogation, we have now found out that one devil is the Matsui detachment, and the other is the 15th Wing of the 14th Division."

"I see, it's all clear at once, it's actually a little devil who helped us for a long time." Meng Qingshan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I'm a mother! This little devil was really kicked in the head by a donkey, and he killed himself when he hit himself! ”

"The little devil is a shrewd one, and he was confused for a while, I guess it must be the commander of the little devil who wants to hurry up and eliminate us, so he mistakenly thinks the 14th Division is us."

"I knew before that there was a group of devils crossing the river to pursue us, who it was not clear, now everything is clear, since they are here, don't go back, China immediately sent a telegram to the chief of staff and the 22nd Division, asking them to move to this location, in a while it will be a small year, we should also set off some fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate." After speaking, Meng Qingshan looked at his watch and found that it was already twelve o'clock at this time.

......

The Huanghuagang position was filled with gunsmoke, and Morita Fan Zhengdasa, who graduated from the Imperial Army University, was an excellent tactician, and the field fortifications he commanded and constructed were very ingenious. At the top of the Huanghuagang Heights is a flat round platform, which is the position of the fortifications on the garrison side according to the convention. It should be built on the ridge of the hillside platform, so that you can have an unobstructed view of the dynamics of the attacking side and also facilitate the condescending development of firepower. However, Morita Fan built the circular fortification in the center of the flat round platform on the high ground, and the attacking troops could not see the defenders at the bottom of the slope, so the direct fire was ineffective, and the curved fire of mortars and the like was very rare. The attacking troops had just rushed up the steep slope, and as soon as they showed their heads, they were immediately knocked down by Japanese snipers. The battle lasted all night, and the hillside was littered with Japanese corpses.

"Yaga! If it weren't for the artillery being blown up, how could this group of people be arrogant, I want to ask the headquarters to send air force support, I want to blow you up. In his binoculars, Matsui saw his attacking troops rushing towards the main position like a tidal wave, and then retreating like a low tide in an instant, and the hillside was covered with corpses in yellow uniforms, gritting his teeth.

In the Huanghuagang ring fortification, Morita Fan Zhengdazuo felt that something was not quite right, why was there silence all around? The silence sent chills through the hearts of the soldiers, who liked silence the most, because the silence on the battlefield often contained greater danger and heralded more intense battles. Morita knew intuitively that an even more intense attack was brewing from the enemy below. After half a night of fierce fighting, the 15th Wing had already suffered more than half of the casualties, he didn't care much about the casualties, he knew that he had successfully destroyed the opponent's artillery position, and the division camp would never be attacked by artillery fire again, with the favorable terrain he believed that he could hold out until the arrival of reinforcements, and when the counter-encirclement of the reinforcements was closed, he would come to the middle to destroy them.