"Yaga!" Jiro Kato stumbled, and the devils and puppet soldiers in the turret were all shaken.

He hurriedly sat up and fired outside with crane guns and light machine guns.

The large artillery tower is not as good as the middle artillery tower and the small artillery tower, the skin is very solid, and the infantry cannon hits it three times in a row, and only gnawed off a few layers of skin.

After the 75mm field gun had destroyed the small turret and pillbox, the main gunner quickly turned the handle and quickly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the turret by means of the flare's vision.

The machine guns have stopped firing, and it is a waste of shells to fire again.

On the position of the artillery company, only a muffled sound was heard, and the gun body shook violently, and a 75mm armor-piercing bullet was instantly unloaded.

Rumble!

The cannonball is like having eyes, and the landing point is extremely accurate, and it directly hits the devil's turret.

The Devil's Turret was like a city wall that had been slammed by a sledgehammer, and suddenly a large piece of it collapsed, and the fine broken stones fell like raindrops, and billowing smoke and dust spread from the turret.

Zhang Dabiao, who saw this scene in the telescope, couldn't wait for a long time and threw his military hat to the ground.

"Comrades, kill me!" As soon as he jumped up, a rough and loud voice was already rushing into the sky.

"Kill!" The soldiers jumped up one after another, sweeping towards the devil's turret like a tide.

"Yaga!" In the turret, Jiro Kato got up from the floor slab, coughing loudly, and his whole face was smoked like the bottom of a pot.

After the smoke cleared, Jiro Kato saw that a large hole had been blasted open in the side of the turret, and his face changed suddenly.

The cannon just now was much more powerful than the previous ones, and most of it was the 75 mountain artillery of the Eighth Route that fired.

Raising the binoculars, he looked out along the big hole, and through the field of vision of the flares, five or six hundred meters away, he saw four or five hundred eight-way people rushing towards the stronghold.

"Shoot, shoot!"

"Kill them!"

However, there was no reaction from inside the turret, and when I looked closely, several machine gunners were seriously injured in the explosion just now.

"Yaga!" Jiro Kato personally operated a Type 92 heavy machine gun, poked out of the firing hole, and then pressed the firing press.

The crooked light machine gun of another devil also opened fire almost synchronously, pouring a dense rain of bullets on Zhang Dabiao's battalion.

"Lie down!" Zhang Dabiao kept staring at the devil turret during the charge, and the moment he saw the opposite turret spewing out tongues of fire, Zhang Dabiao immediately roared.

The soldiers around him lay down synchronously, although at a distance of five or six hundred meters, the machine gun bullets fired by the devil were already very scattered, but the machine gun charge against the devil only increased the casualties.

Now that there is artillery support, there is no need to rush under the fire of the devil's machine guns.

The shells arrived as scheduled in the anticipation of Zhang Dabiao and the soldiers of the first battalion.

Two eye-catching orange-red ballistics, with a sharp whistling sound, streaked across the night sky and landed accurately on the devil's turret.

Jiro Kato was shooting frantically with a Type 92 heavy machine gun, a sharp whistling sound came, Jiro Kato quickly dodged the shooting hole, with two loud bangs, the shock wave with choking gunpowder smoke and sharp shrapnel in the turret rampage, the turret became a slaughterhouse, blood was splashed everywhere.

Jiro Kato, whose head was cut off in half by metal shrapnel, twitched.

Feeling the rapid passage of life, Jiro Kato, who was full of unwillingness, died without turning a blind eye...... Farewell, Mt. Fuji!

Seeing that the devil's turret didn't move for a long time.

"Rush!" Zhang Dabiao touched his head but felt empty, and then yelled.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Dabiao led the soldiers to charge and entered the stronghold.

Immediately afterwards, a dense burst of gunfire sounded in the stronghold, and the soldiers of the assault company armed with submachine guns exchanged fire with the remnants of the devils.

After about half an hour, the gunfire in the stronghold became sparse and the battle ended.

At this time, after the Japanese puppet army in Liaoxian and Yushe asked the commander of the 4th Brigade stationed in Yangquan, Misamu Tsuda, for tactical guidance, he received an order to rush to the aid immediately.

Honda Takeo and Itazu Naojun had no choice but to send a Japanese puppet reinforcement of more than 500 people to rush along the road.

Not long after these two devil reinforcements went out, they first stepped on the S mines laid by the sappers on the road, and then encountered fierce firepower, and the already frightened devils and puppet soldiers thought that they were attacked by a regiment of the Eighth Road, and fled back to the county in a hurry after leaving dozens of corpses.

At present, the firepower of the new regiment is not something that this devil and the puppet army can touch, and a company is equipped with 9 machine guns and 9 submachine guns, and the firepower is extremely fierce.

The two assault teams led by Lu Yingjun and Wei Dayong successfully pulled out the turret, and soon rushed to the Lijiagou stronghold to join the first battalion, the artillery company, and the machine gun company, and came towards Yang Village before dawn.

……

At the same time, Chen Feng, who was asleep, suddenly heard a dinging sound in his ears.

Chen Feng sat up suddenly, and the mechanical sound of the system sounded: "Ding! Give away an AA-12 automatic shotgun, the 12-gauge automatic shotgun has been unlocked, please pay attention to the host! ”

"AA-12 shotgun?"

"Trolls?"

Chen Feng was stunned suddenly, there is something wrong with the dog system, right?

In the middle of the night, you still don't let people sleep?

……

At noon the next day, the attacking force returned to Yang Village.

In the inner room of the regiment headquarters, the three battalion commanders Zhang Dabiao, Zheng Yu, and Chen Dagu, as well as the captain of the sword detachment, reported to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang on the killing and seizure of the enemy last night.

"Report to the head of the regiment, political commissar." The corners of Zhang Dabiao's mouth curled slightly, and he took the lead in saying: "The battle in the Lijiagou stronghold, in less than an hour, more than 200 people of the Japanese puppet army were annihilated. ”

"Our unit suffered 11 casualties, 24 wounded, captured 3 light machine guns, more than 50 rifles, and about 5,000 rounds of ammunition."

"There are about 10,000 catties of grain."

Although there are more than 200 devils and puppet soldiers in the Chenjiagou stronghold, and there are more than 10 machine guns, most of the devils and puppet soldiers are hiding in the turrets and pillboxes, and most of the machine guns are damaged by shells.

Zheng Yu said: "The fourth company of the second battalion killed more than 40 devils, captured more than 26 rifles, and more than 1,000 bullets!" ”

Chen Dagu said: "The third battalion and the seventh company killed more than 50 devils, captured more than 34 rifles, and more than 1,000 bullets!" ”

Lu Yingjun said: "The sword detachment destroyed 10 turrets and captured 2 light machine guns, 21 rifles, and more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition. ”

"Not bad!" Li Yunlong nodded, looking satisfied, "Everyone fished something and came back." ”

"That's right, only take advantage of the loss and don't suffer losses, and we won't do the business of losing money."

"Anyway, as soon as the gun goes off, you have to get something for Lao Tzu to come back, I'm not a picky eater, what to eat, wear, use, guns, ammunition."

"If you get too much, I don't have too much, if you get too little, I'm not happy, I don't have to scold my mother."

"Anyway, just one word, all labor and management are wanted!"

Zheng Yu asked: "Leader, if I get a Japanese girl back, do you want to?" ”

"Go, go, go." Li Yunlong scolded with a smile, "The second battalion commander of your dog day talks a lot." ”

Several battalion commanders and Lu Yingjun burst into laughter.

"Comrades, this battle is very beautiful." Zhao Gang said: "Remember to send the wounded to the field hospital, and we must do a good job of summarizing this battle." If nothing else, just break up. ”

"I add." Li Yunlong said: "Hand over all the seized things to the regiment headquarters." ”

"Adjournment!"

"Yes!" The three battalion commanders and Lu Yingjun straightened up and walked outside.

As soon as a few people left, Zhao Gang said happily: "The Japanese puppet army that was annihilated last night may have 400 people." ”

"Even if there is no 400." Li Yunlong nodded and said, "It is estimated that it is not much close." ”

It is estimated that there are more than 100 puppet soldiers and twenty or thirty devils in the 10 turrets, plus the devil puppet army killed in the Lijiagou stronghold and on the road, the total number is about 400.

Zhao Gang asked: "10 turrets, 1 stronghold, what price did your brother give you?" ”

"1 medium-sized stronghold counts 3 turrets." Li Yunlong said, "This time it is equivalent to us getting rid of 16 turrets, and 1 turret can be replaced with 1 machine gun, or 1 bazooka, or 2 60 mortars." ”

"Where did you get the 16?" Zhao Gang said, "It's 13 if it's full... Did you include the 3 seats that were dropped a few days ago? ”

"Is that okay?"

"Why not?" Li Yunlong asked rhetorically, "Aren't those three turrets destroyed by our new regiment?" ”

"Lao Li, you really have the face of a profiteer." Zhao Gang said with a smile.

Li Yunlong smiled and was noncommittal.

After killing more than 400 puppet troops overnight, Grand Master Li was already very happy.

It is a great pleasure to get rid of the turrets and strongholds on the Yuliao Highway, and to be able to make a small fortune with 16 machine guns.

(Machine guns are a unit of measurement here, not Li Yunlong wants 16 machine guns.) ）

When two pleasures add up, it's double happiness.

If there is no brigade commander to rob, it will be three times happier and so cool that it will fly.

After Zhao Gang left, Li Yunlong immediately took out the radio communication machine to inform Chen Feng of the delivery.

……

386 Brigade, Brigade Headquarters.

The brigade commander was studying the Baijin Railway on the map.

Deputy Brigade Commander Han hurriedly walked in and said to the brigade commander: "Brigade commander, the scouts have just sent back information that more than 10 artillery towers and strongholds on the Yuliao Highway were all wiped out last night. ”

"I see."

The brigade commander's attention was all on the map, and he nodded faintly when he heard it.

After a moment, the brigade commander looked up sharply, and his tone changed: "What did you just say?" It's all gone, who did it? ”

"I don't know yet." Deputy Brigade Commander Han said, "In the early hours of this morning, the district team went to shoot a few shots outside the Devil's Turret as usual, but found that the Devil's Turret had been blown up. ”

"Then the district team found along the road that all the devil turrets on the Yuliao Highway had been blown up."

"Even the Lijiagou stronghold has been wiped out."

Suddenly, Deputy Brigade Commander Han looked as if he had thought of something, and said uncertainly: "Could it be that Li Yunlong did it?" ”

"I think the Eight Achievements were done by this kid Li Yunlong."

The brigade commander said in an affirmative tone, "There are still 2 bazookas in the new regiment, and I'm sure that these 10 turrets were killed by those 2 bazookas last night." ”

Deputy Brigade Commander Han said: "If this is the case, then this Bazooka bazooka is a great treasure..."

After a pause, Deputy Brigade Commander Han said again: "I want to know if the new regiment did it, this is also simple, brigade commander, don't you call Li Yunlong and cheat him?" ”

"Makes sense." The brigade commander smiled, "I'll call Li Yunlong." ”

"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.