The defenders on the outskirts of the town all retreated, and the 60mm mortars they carried were firing frantically to buy time for the retreat. High-explosive grenades exploded in the fields, freeing the Japanese from digging trenches.

Chen Yu glanced at the Japanese soldiers who were struggling to dig trenches in the farmland, spit out a mouthful of spit and turned to leave the turret. Several soldiers were putting explosives into the turret, and the turret had to be blown up, and Chen Yu didn't want to see the Japanese soldiers standing in the turret condescendingly strafing him.

There was a loud bang behind him, and the three-story gun tower was completely in ruins, not only the north gun tower, and then another big bang, the west gun tower was also blown down.

The turret was blown up, apparently not by the 92 heavy machine gun fire, nor by the heavy artillery, but from the very foundation. The Japanese also fully understood, abandoned the tactic of digging positions for confrontation, and rushed into the town with shouts.

As the shouts in his ears became clearer and clearer, improvised fortifications were piled up with sandbags at the intersection of the alley, and Cui Yong stood behind the sandbags and waved to the retreating people, telling them to run behind him.

"Run, the Japanese are coming!"

'Woooo ’

Several bullets whizzed past him, and the guard who was following him was shot in the thigh and fell on the stone road. Chen Yu turned around and raised his carbine towards the darkness behind him, and when he saw a bullet shooting from the place where the fire was rising, Master Mai ran past him, picking up the soldier who had been shot and running forward.

Chen Yu lowered his head and ran towards the sandbag fortifications, Cui Yong manipulated the heavy machine gun to press the bullets, and began to shoot at the fire behind him.

Climbing behind the fortifications hand and foot, Chen Yu was pulled into the fortifications by the arms and neck, and there were a few slower soldiers behind him, who were the ones who installed the explosives. They were not so lucky, the bullet shot out from their back, pierced through the whole body, and fell more than ten meters into the fortifications.

Hiding in the fortifications, the pillbox turrets behind him, which were made of reinforced concrete and mainly made of granite and volcanic stone, began to burst into fire. Bullets continued to shoot out from the shooting holes in all directions of the turret, and Chen Yu was dragged into the turret, and so was Master Mai.

Reaching out to take the kettle who didn't know who it was, Chen Yu took a sip, and all the 'poof' squirted out. I don't know if it's that talent, it's actually filled with wine, and when I turned my head, it turned out to be Master Mai, who was staring at Chen Yu with resentful eyes, because the sip of wine sprayed on his face.

"You're disgusting, Major."

Chen Yu wiped the wine on Master Mai's face with his sleeve: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

Master Mai pushed Chen Yu away and tightened his kettle: "I'm starting to hate you, this is my last pot of wine, and now I'm missing a sip." ”

"Drink less, it's easy to make mistakes." Chen Yu was embarrassed and comforted.

Without time to grind, Chen Yu climbed up to the third floor and pushed away a soldier who was shooting with a Taisho 11-year-style light machine gun. Flares rose in the sky again, Luo Jinlong, that guy was quite experienced, and knew that what the Japanese army relied on was the night.

The view on the third floor was broad, and Chen Yu saw a steady stream of Japanese troops appearing from the road, rushing into the farmland and attacking the town of Tongcymbal. The Japanese began to erect mortars, more than a dozen small-caliber mortars, the mortar mounts had not yet been erected, the shells were still carried by the soldiers, and the gasoline barrels were too small to accommodate the wooden shell boxes.

Not long after the flares were lifted into the air, the M2 sixty-mm mortars on the heights of Qingliangsi began to fire extendedly. Mortars with a range of up to 1,800 meters have a maximum rate of fire of 30 rounds per minute, and such a range and rate of fire are beyond the reach of the old Japanese mortars, so Chen Yu saw a fireworks show.

Dozens of high-explosive grenades exploded in the Japanese artillery, and even the shells that carried the Japanese were killed.

The flares showed the Japanese troops writhing in the ruins, the numerous shooting holes on the turrets fired at the crawling or writhing Japanese troops, and the scattered fortifications around the turrets fired bullets, allowing the Japanese to accept the steel from the other side of the Pacific Ocean 90 degrees.

The Japanese army's fearless charge, dense bullet rain and wide field of vision caused them heavy casualties. Their proud grenadiers smashed on the concrete fortifications just scratched, and soon machine guns from the turrets would come against them.

Heavy machine-gun fire from the east and south formed a 'triangle' firing circle, and the crossfire prevented the Japanese from getting close to the turret. Even if they carried explosive bags and cluster grenades, took off their military uniforms and wrapped strips of cloth around their heads, and a dozen people made a saturation charge, they could not throw the explosives bags into the fortifications within 50 meters.

Perhaps Takeuchi began to regret blowing up all the houses in the cymbals, which would only open up our shooting range.

The crossfire formed by the three turret pillboxes completely suppressed the Japanese attack, and not a single person could rush within fifty meters. After the end of the day, flares were raised again, and the Japanese were powerless by the network of heavy machine guns, light machine guns, carbines, submachine guns, and even mortars.

Chen Yu didn't take his carbine into battle, but just hid in the turret and watched the battle with a telescope. I saw the young faces of the Japanese soldiers, screaming and screaming in the light of the fire, fearless and destroyed under the muzzle of the gun.

Those bodies as young as him, young people should not have such hideous faces, Chen Yu was stunned to see those people falling under the dense rain of bullets. Once like them, they were as brave as they were to charge to the death, and the people around them fell one after another, but now it is the turn of the Japanese army to repeat the mistakes of the past, and it is their turn to experience what powerlessness is.

This was supposed to be a gift for the expeditionary force, just like the tree fort and the anticline, and now let Takeuchi swallow the evil fruit himself.

The battle lasted for a day and night, and the counteroffensive force formed by Takeuchi's huge manpower returned in vain in the face of triangular cross fire. The counter-attacking force composed of two squadrons of personnel, after most of the casualties, hid on the edge of the town, did not dare to continue the attack, nor did they dare to cross the farmland again and return to the dense forest.

The attack is dead, the escape has to cross the farmland, it is necessary to cover the range of mortar and heavy machine guns.

Cui Yong shot until his arms were swollen and numb, the barrel of the Browning heavy machine gun was dropped on the ground, and the bullets ran out of more than a dozen magazines. He stared blankly, on the road paved with the corpses of Japanese soldiers in front of the muzzle, there were more than 30 Japanese soldiers who died under his guns last night.

In the early morning, Master Mak called the Allied planes to airdrop again, which contained bullets and shells for various weapons, as well as maintenance tools and parts for heavy machine guns and light machine guns, and more bullets, bullets, and sufficient ammunition.

For three days in a row, Takeuchi seemed to be beaten and never sent soldiers to reinforce the town of Tong.

The remnants of the Japanese army hiding in the ruins on the edge of the town, more than fifty Japanese soldiers. Without food, ammunition, and reinforcements, they were subjected to heavy machine-gun fire and mortar fire from the turrets whenever they crawled out of the dilapidated houses to look for something on the corpses.

Chen Yu tortured them all the time, in any way that could make them afraid. Chen Yu had the boiled white rice crumpled into balls and thrown it away from the turret, and threw the cans and medical kits on the road, and shot them with rifles while they picked up the cans and food, just as they shot the people who cultivated the fields with cymbals.

Whoever picks up and who dies has the right to practice marksmanship.

Shells and heavy machine gun bullets randomly fell on the houses they were hiding in 24 hours a day, perhaps remembering how they tortured the cymbals, and the last hope of the surviving Japanese soldiers was dashed. Of the more than 50 Japanese soldiers, more than 20 were tortured to death by Chen Yu.

Maybe Takeuchi gave them an order, maybe he knew that there would be no reinforcements and help.

So, on a sunny morning, I sang for two hours. The Japanese soldiers, who were tortured by Chen Yu to the point that they could not sleep, committed suicide en masse in a house on the edge of the town.

On the afternoon of the Japanese army's suicide, Yu Xiaoqing called and captured the first line of defense after paying 2,000 casualties, seven days after the launch of the general offensive. Four hours after the telegram arrived, a speeding M4 Sherman tank appeared on the road in the valley in the distance, pulling black smoke from the road.

Chen Yu hurriedly sent someone to stop the tank, otherwise it would not be a joke to press the anti-tank mine. The first tank was occupied by Yu Zhi, and there was a tank behind him, each of which was covered in trauma and had apparently experienced the welcoming ceremony of the Japanese army.

The tanks of the convoy broke into two M4 Shermans, and two light tanks were blown up by the Japanese with explosives packets, and the rest immediately turned around and ran back.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.