More than a dozen people crawled around looking for their own people, and when they touched the devil, they untied the cowhide magazine, touched the gun, and it didn't break it when they touched it, so they strung it together with leggings and dragged it away.

When the restless Shimizu Dazuo went down to the valley again from the headquarters of Dongshanliang and finally noticed the abnormality on the hillside, all the wounded and sacrificed soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, as well as most of the guns and ammunition that were discarded on the battlefield and could still be used, were transported to the cottage by these special wounded soldiers.

Qing Shui went to contact Beiping, and he directly approached his old superiors to ask for air force support, and hinted to the chief of staff that the 110th Division might be dissatisfied with his military operations and wanted to stumble on him.

This worry is not superfluous, originally he Shimizu Daisa was not from the royalist faction, he belonged to the young strong military system, and it can be seen from the attitude of Maki Daisa and other officers of the 110th Division towards him.

If he was caught in a bitter battle here and couldn't get out, don't expect the nearest 110th Division to support him, so Qing Shui directly went to the headquarters of the North China Front and asked for reinforcements.

In fact, Okamura Ninji is now a one-brained lawsuit himself, and the problem of His Royal Highness the Prince has finally been covered up under the mediation of Prime Minister Tojo, and the factional struggle that has been exposed for a long time has intensified!

The southward operation Jihua is in full swing, and it seems that the time of the countdown to Zuihou is approaching, and the voices of opposition in the army are still rising one after another, and even some high-ranking generals who hold military power openly oppose the Nanyang operation and the Pacific operation.

The mainland faction always insisted on destroying China first, entering Mongolia, and cutting off the entire Siberia of the Soviet Union. This is what the Japanese Empire needs. To those humid and sultry jungles and boundless oceans of the South Seas. How can the mainlanders think that there is any real land that is useful?

This contradiction had reached the point where it had to be resolved before the Nanyang Operation, so General Gangmura, with the support of Prime Minister Tojo and the War Department, began to reorganize the North China Front, starting with the garrisons of the First Army and the Twelfth Army, replacing senior generals, increasing the operational section directly under the General Staff Headquarters, and forming a new gendarmerie and special services.

It was at this juncture of the great change of blood among the generals in the army that the incident of His Royal Highness the Prince being captured. It is equivalent to throwing a stone into the hot water that is about to boil, and a guy knows it from Tokyo to Beiping, even South China and Central China, and the mainland and royalist factions are holding their stomachs, and they are all vented out!

The division commanders of several main divisions and regiments actually took the lead in resisting the southward advance into Jihua, and even some divisions and mixed brigades of Type B and C refused to carry out the orders of the military headquarters.

If it weren't for the 110th Division, which originally occupied such a large part of the Eighth Route Army's base area, why did it suddenly withdraw, the division commander, Lieutenant General Iizhao, was not a general of Gangcun, and at the military meeting, because of the matter of His Royal Highness the Prince, he almost drew his saber!

Qing Shui learned a little about these things through his friends in the army. So he was worried that if he got entangled with the Eighth Road, he wouldn't expect the 110th Division to save him. I also have to find a reliable foreign aid with myself and the Suzuki detachment.

The chief of staff promised to find him a unit to pick him up, and the air force had also made contact, and the air force left behind in Beiping would send planes early in the morning, and the stone hanging in Qing Shui's heart could be considered to have fallen to the ground.

Standing on the mountain beam, blowing the night breeze, lit a cigarette, and took a puff, the squadron that was on guard duty at the foot of the mountain sent someone to ask for instructions, saying that it was found that something was not quite right on the hillside, and the military doctor secretly led people up to transport the wounded soldiers back, and the soldiers who followed found that the area where the two armies were fighting just now, and the corpses of the imperial army were about to be stripped away!

Qing Shui Qi threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground fiercely, and said in his heart that these dirt roads were secretly picked up while we were resting!

Immediately ordered the squadron, which was on guard, to move up the hillside, forward to the halfway point of the mountain, to dig bunkers in the darkness of the night, and to shoot at the sight of all moving objects.

Looking at this army that had not yet suffered battle damage, he began to climb the mountain with great energy, Qing Shui was more or less annoyed, what he wanted to know most now was the situation on the north peak, could he contact before dawn and cooperate with the main force under the mountain to launch a general attack on the cottage?

The devil on the north peak has always been the same as the ant on the hot pot! I'm in a hurry! If you want to rush down, the cold gun and cold cannon on the opposite side can be aimed accurately! There is still a gang under his feet, and he can hear a loud cough, but the gun just can't reach it!

At first, the grenade was thrown too early, and it rolled down the mountain before it exploded, and then the devil learned to be obedient, and then threw it down after a few seconds, so that the grenade exploded in the air, thinking that this was going down, and after a while, there was a coax below!

The soldiers held the big clay shield, how thick it was, and the prefabricated fragments of the grenade could not be blown through at all!

However, the Eighth Road side is also in a hurry, the people at the bottom of the cliff want to attack it, the devil's firepower is too fierce, from the mountain beam that the strong attack is even worse, the devil's small cannon and heavy machine gun are transferred up, the thickened door panel and quilt to deal with light machine guns and rifle bullets are also made, hit by a small cannon or swept a bullet board by a heavy machine gun, it is penetrated, tried twice, both earthen shields were broken, and a few soldiers were injured.

Yang Stick came up and looked at the situation for a while, lowered his head and fiddled with his small cannon, the big one didn't dare to squeak, his cannon didn't hit much, and it was dark night, he didn't know that he killed the devil's radio station with one shot, it was purely a blind cat touching a dead mouse!

At a glance, Yang Bangzi knew that the big one was in accordance with the basic principle of use of mortars, to put it bluntly, the muzzle of the gun was facing the sky, and the target on the north peak was hoisted with a large elevation angle, which was not so easy to calculate the ruler data for the relatively narrow summit, not to mention that it was night, and it was difficult to observe.

Therefore, Yang Stick used the original method of our Eighth Route Army, the direct aiming method of curved artillery!

The mortar body was flattened into a small elevation angle, the gun mount was cushioned with stones or something, and the big man was beckoned to resist the gun mount with his hands and feet.

Then let the machine gun fire a few tracer bullets to tease the devil, and the opposite mountain top fired back, and Yang Bangzi judged the devil's firepower point on the north peak.

I found a few sections of sorghum straw, gently tied the straw to the top of the mortar shell with silk thread, approached a little below the fuse, took a deep breath, and gently stuffed the shell with the straw into the muzzle, about two-thirds of the way to the barrel, and did not move.

"Look at the dots! Big one, learn a little with Lao Tzu! This is a thing I learned from two bottles of old burning, and I learned the housekeeping skills from our eight-way cannon god! Yang Bangzi blinked his small eyes, turned sideways, pressed the straw vigorously with his right hand, and quickly retracted his hand, "Tom! In a puff of white smoke, the disemboweled cannonball spun in a small curve and flew towards the northern peak.

One shot hit the devil's machine gun position on the edge of the mountain top cliff, and the heavy machine gun that used the low wall as a cover even the shooter with a gun blew up and killed people!

The big one was shocked by the recoil and sat on the ground, he looked stupid, he didn't close his mouth for a long time, this curved gun can still be used as a flat-fire cannon! God!

This is not a good skill, the courage is not big enough, the heart is not careful to grasp this force, the shell is easy to jam, and it is easy to blow up the bore, so after Yang Bangzi and Zhao Paoshen learned this trick, they did not use it easily.

Two more cannons came in the same way, and the two devils' firepower points were killed, and at this time, the devils on the north mountain who reacted also fired back at the back mountain like crazy with small cannons.

It's a pity that the fortifications on the back cliff are built with large stone barriers, and the shells of the small cannons fall on it, and they will blow up a shallow pit, and they can't hurt the people inside.

Turning the cannon body over, Yang Stick adjusted the ruler, and told the big one, fight against the little devil, block the devil's firepower on the North Mountain, and before he went up the back mountain, the more than ten militia led by him were ready.

It is not only the big one who admires Yang Bangzi's three artillery shots to knock out three firepower points, but also the head of the sect, and this look at the dozen or so militiamen is even more convincing! Why didn't he think of this trick!

The militia who followed Yang Stick came up, and one person carried a big iron pot! (To be continued......)