Mortars have long been calibrated to shoot Zhuyuan.

What to do at every step, Li Yunlong had already given an order.

Even a model of the stronghold of the Tiger Pavilion was erected in the courtyard of the regimental headquarters of the new regiment.

Li Yunlong, the three battalion commanders and political commissar Zhao Gang repeatedly deduced before formulating the final detailed battle plan.

As the gunners of the new regimental artillery company continuously put mortar shells into the barrels, a muffled tom-tom sound came from the artillery company's position.

One after another, the cannonballs flew into the air, cutting an arc in the night sky and smashing towards the stronghold.

In the ruins of the stronghold, the two machine guns set up by the devils were shrouded in the fire and dust of mortar shells before they could be heard.

At the same time, a mortar in the rear fired a series of flares to point the way for the attacking troops.

With artillery cover, the Devils' machine-gun fire point was never erected, and the attacking troops quickly rushed to within 50 meters of the drawbridge.

The drawbridge was the only way for the attacking forces to enter the stronghold at the moment.

"Li Changshun!"

"Wang Xikui!"

Zhang Dabiao shouted the names of the two snipers as he ran.

Li Changshun and Wang Xikui immediately stopped advancing, knelt on one knee, pulled the bolt of their respective sniper rifles, and pushed the bullet into the chamber.

Li Changshun: "I'll hit the left!" ”

Wang Xikui: "I'll hit the right!" ”

The two men put the butt of their sniper rifle on their shoulders and aimed diagonally upward.

"Smack! Trumpet! "Two gunshots rang out simultaneously, and the two lanyards were broken by bullets almost simultaneously.

The drawbridge smashed down, making a loud bang and kicking up a cloud of dust.

If the devil blows up the drawbridge, Li Yunlong has other methods, such as cutting the barbed wire fence to build a bridge.

"Kill—"

Wei Dayong was almost the first to roar onto the drawbridge, raised the submachine gun on his chest and fired two short shots in the direction of the stronghold.

The butt of the folded rifle rested on his shoulder, and he did not move as the sound of the submachine gun firing, the recoil of the shot as if it were non-existent in front of his strong physique.

The warriors charged and fought their way into the stronghold.

At this time, the feint troops each sent a company to support a battalion, while the other two companies were still outside, holding their positions to prevent the devils from escaping.

The area occupied by the stronghold of Huting is quite large, and the small turret and the main turret form crossfire.

However, the small turret had been blown in half by the field artillery and lost its effect, and the main turret was isolated.

In addition, in the middle of the small turret and the main turret are the barracks, the largest of which is a two-story structure.

These barracks have also been fortified, and watchtowers have been set up at the four corners of the barracks, but at this time the devil barracks have been blown up under the cover of mortar shells.

The devils and puppet soldiers who survived took advantage of the ruins and broken walls to resist stubbornly.

But in this kind of short-handed street fighting, the assault company equipped with all automatic submachine guns completely crushed the devils and puppet soldiers equipped with bolt-action rifles.

The sound of submachine guns like bursting beans rang out one after another, and the devil's firepower was suppressed in a moment.

The assault company rushed all the way, driving the remaining devils and traitors into the main artillery tower.

Long tongues of fire erupted from the firing holes of the main turret, and a barrage of bullets rained down, pressing the assault company and the fighters behind the cover to immobilize.

At this critical moment, the whistling sound of cannonballs suddenly swept through the air at night.

The next moment, a shell fell on the main gun tower, and with a loud bang, the devil's main gun tower collapsed like a devastating one.

When the smoke cleared, only half of the original main gun tower remained.

This cannon is Wang Chengzhu's masterpiece, the original artillery position, even if the flare is fired, you can't see the location of the main artillery tower.

After the attacking troops of the first battalion began to charge, Wang Chengzhu ordered the artillery to bring the mules, which were attached to the mules and pulled the field guns forward.

Zhang Dabiao: "Kill!" ”

As the shouts of killing rang out, the soldiers jumped out of cover and rushed towards the main turret.

A machine gun under the devil's main turret opened fire violently, and the two soldiers who rushed to the front were immediately shot and fell to the ground screaming.

"Fast forward to cover!" Zhang Dabiao gave an order, and the soldiers of the assault company fell down and drilled into the bunker.

In the rear, Li Yunlong couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that the devil's main artillery tower had been shot, and the devil hadn't finished dying.

Li Yunlong: "Pillar, fuck the fuck again!" ”

"Yes, Captain!" Wang Chengzhu shouted loudly, and at the same time fine-tuned the firing parameters for the field artillery.

Just fired a shot, although it hit the devil's turret, but at the same time the shelling will also give the field gun a recoil, if you don't adjust it, the impact point of the second gun will definitely not be in the original position.

The armor-piercing shell was stuffed into the shell, the gate was closed, and the fire rope was turned around to pull the fire rope, Wang Chengzhu was already proficient, and the action was done in one go.

As the shell was fired, the shell accurately hit the devil's main turret, and with a "boom" explosion, the remaining half of the main turret was directly blown up.

Li Yunlong watched this scene in the telescope and said with a smile: "Pillar, the cannon is good, go back and reward you with half a catty of sweet potatoes." ”

"Commander, I killed two turrets and two pillboxes." Wang Chengzhu said, "Why do you have to reward me with two catties of sweet potato roast." ”

"Dare to negotiate the price, be careful that Lao Tzu beats you!" Li Yunlong glared, "Just one catty, if you want it, if you don't want it, pull it down!" ”

"A pound is a pound!"

Wang Chengzhu's face was resentful, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

When the war is fought, one pillar at a time, after the battle is over, he will turn his face and deny people, and turning his face is faster than turning a book.

Wang Chengzhu was stunned, Li Yunlong and the guard Huzi had already carried the shell gun and rushed towards the Huting stronghold.

Zhao Gang came up from behind, saw Wang Chengzhu and a few artillerymen fiddling with field artillery, and asked, "Company Commander Wang, where is the regiment commander?" ”

"Political Commissar Zhao!" Wang Chengzhu hurriedly saluted, and then said: "The regiment commander went to the stronghold!" ”

"Company Commander Wang, the artillery shot just now was good!"

Zhao Gang praised Wang Chengzhu and hurriedly chased after Li Yunlong.

Inside the base.

As the main turret was destroyed by Wang Chengzhu's two cannons, the gunfire became more and more sparse, until it finally disappeared completely.

By the time Li Yunlong and the guards entered the stronghold, the battle was over.

"Report to the regiment commander, the battle is over, the devils have been completely annihilated, and there are probably more than 60 people captured by the puppet army!" Zhang Dabiao ran to Li Yunlong, snapped a military salute, and then reported.

Li Yunlong nodded, the whole battle process only lasted about 40 minutes, less than an hour, which was just right for hugging the grass and fighting rabbits.

"Second Battalion Commander!" Li Yunlong turned his head, just in time to see Zheng Yu and Chen Dagu coming, so he shouted loudly.

"Here!" Zheng Yu hurriedly ran to Li Yunlong and straightened up.

Li Yunlong: "Your second battalion left a platoon to clean up the battlefield!" ”

Zheng Yu: "Yes, Commander!" ”

The three battalion commanders were clear about Li Yunlong's plan and knew that the regiment commander was going to carry out the next combat operation.

Seeing Zhao Gang coming over, Li Yunlong said: "Political Commissar Zhao, you came just in time, I will leave you a platoon and cavalry company to clean up the battlefield, and you will lead the troops to transport all the captured materials, weapons and ammunition back to Yang Village with military horses and mule carts." ”

"Commander, what about you?" Zhao Gang stared at Li Yunlong, and a trace of bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Li Yunlong's tone was calm: "I will take the rest of the troops to the direction of the county seat to support the first battalion and three companies. ”

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(Chapter 3 is presented, good night, readers.) ）