After making a detailed battle plan at noon, Zhao Gang sent a signal corps to send the plan to the brigade headquarters.

That evening, I got a reply from the brigade headquarters.

The brigade commander personally called Li Yunlong and replied short and domineering: Give labor and management a hard beating.

On the night of the third day, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang led their troops to advance towards Qi County.

Now that the new regiment has become richer, Grand Master Li's personality has been much more restrained, such as disobeying orders, killing prisoners and other violations of discipline in the past, repeatedly telling himself not to do it, otherwise once the hat is lifted, the new big family belongings will be cheaper for others, and he will have no place to cry.

Before the war, Li Yunlong personally went to the vicinity of Liaoxian County to reconnoiter the terrain and the enemy's situation, talked to ordinary people who were familiar with the situation in the city, learned about the enemy's troop deployment in the city through the local party organization, and sent scouts from the Lijian special detachment to infiltrate the city to conduct repeated on-the-spot reconnaissance.

Not to mention that he knows the devils and firepower deployment in the county seat of Liao County well, it is not bad.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang also made a detailed calculation of the direction, time, and route of the enemy who might come to their aid, and sent two companies of troops, as well as an engineer platoon, to monitor and block the possible attack direction of the reinforcing enemy Yushe and Heshun.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the stone box stronghold outside the county seat of Liaoxian County.

Li Yunlong lay on the dirt slope 1 kilometer away, and raised the Zeiss 8x telescope to look at the stronghold.

This is a medium-sized stronghold, and there is a cannon tower more than ten meters high under the plaster, and the top of the turret is also built with a jagged battlement, showing the characteristics of the cold weapon era.

Two devil soldiers stood straight on the roof of the turret with 38 rifles on their backs.

Another small turret six or seven meters high, as well as two pillboxes.

Halfway up the dirt slope, the stronghold commanded and monitored the road into the county.

The two pillboxes were located on the high ground on either side of the stronghold, and there was also a sandbag-mounted machine gun emplacement next to the pillbox.

After all the artillery towers and strongholds on the highway were eliminated, the various devil strongholds strengthened their vigilance, widened the trenches, increased barbed wire, hoarded supplies, and put on a posture of stubborn defense.

Today's weather was good, cloudless, and two puffs of smoke came out of two chimney pipes in the stronghold, and the straight smoke went straight into the sky.

Li Yunlong handed the telescope to Zhao Gang and said scoldingly.

"Damn, the labor and management haven't had breakfast yet."

"This group of devils and puppet soldiers are still in the mood to cook, it really fucking makes me angry."

"Huzi, go tell Wang Chengzhu to blow up the devil's kitchen with mortars."

"Yes, Captain!" Huang Erhu bowed and touched the back.

"Zhang Dabiao, Zheng Yu!" Li Yunlong shouted, "Take your battalion, take me as the foundation, go 300 meters ahead, and start building trenches and foxholes. ”

"Yes!" Zhang Dabiao also turned around and left.

After a while, Huang Erhu came to the forest where the soldiers were hiding and found Wang Chengzhu, the commander of the artillery company.

Huang Erhu said: "Company Commander Wang, the regiment commander asked me to inform you that you should blow up the devil's kitchen with a mortar!" ”

"I see." Wang Chengzhu's face showed a cruel smile. "Class 3 comes with me."

At that moment, Wang Chengzhu came out of the woods with a mortar squad.

Coming to a flat land at the bottom of the soil slope, Wang Chengzhu pointed to the flat ground and said.

"Set up the mortar, hurry, hurry!"

The soldiers moved the ammunition and the guns were set up and busy.

Although there are more than a dozen cannons in the artillery company, it is obvious that Li Yunlong does not want to show all the hole cards at once, and whoever shows the hole cards first in the card game will suffer.

At the same time, on the dirt slope.

Zhao Gang set up Barrett's large-caliber sniper rifle.

Ten rounds of 12.7 mm were pressed, and the magazine was pressed down into the belly of the gun, and with a crisp and pleasant click, the magazine was fixed.

Zhao Gang turned the optical sight, adjusted the multiplier to the maximum, and looked through the cross of the optical sight, the portrait of the devil suddenly became very large, and at the same time, it was also very clear, more clear than the 8x Zeiss telescope in Li Yunlong's hand.

Zhao Gang smiled: "Lao Li, how about I make a bet with you?" ”

Li Yunlong's expression moved: "How to bet?" What to bet on? ”

Zhao Gang said: "I'll use this gun to hit the devil sentry on the cannon tower, if I hit, you are not allowed to drink for a month." ”

Li Yunlong gave a thumbs up and used the thumb ranging method to roughly measure the distance from here to the cannon tower.

"It has to be 1,200 meters, and the bullet is an arc." Li Yunlong asked rhetorically, "What if you can't hit?" ”

"You can binge drink in a month." Zhao Gang said, "I will never interfere, how about it, dare you bet?" ”

"What am I afraid to bet?" Li Yunlong snorted, "You can't hit anyway." ”

A few days ago, you were lucky enough to hit a tree trunk 1,000 meters away, and labor and management didn't believe that you were so lucky this time.

This month's labor-management binge drinking is set.

The corners of Zhao Gang's mouth curled slightly, took out a slender strip of cloth from his pocket, tied it to a small tree with the thickness of his thumb beside him, and then looked at the direction and swing of the strip of cloth by the wind.

Li Yunlong raised his binoculars and kept staring at the roof of the devil's cannon to observe.

It didn't take long for Li Yunlong to hear a gunshot next to him.

Barrett's muzzle velocity is more than 800 meters per second, and at a distance of 1,200 meters, it takes less than 2 seconds for the bullet to shoot the devil.

Immediately afterwards, through the field of vision of the telescope, Li Yunlong saw that the head of a devil sentry at the top of the cannon tower opposite was directly exploded.

It was really exploded, just like a large-caliber rifle bullet hitting a watermelon, and it exploded directly.

Red and white splashed the other devil sentry.

The devil sentry was stunned, and his companion's head suddenly exploded in front of him, and everyone had to be stunned.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the gunshots reached the stronghold, and the devil sentry realized that it was an enemy attack, and immediately bowed down and blew the warning whistle.

Doodoooooo –

The hurried warning whistle sounded, and the devils and the puppet army panicked and ran towards the stronghold and turret in a panic.

Some devils are shitting, and when they hear gunshots and whistles, they don't bother to wipe their buttocks, so they put on their pants and rush out with their rifles.

Two 60 mortars of the artillery battery have also been erected by artillery.

Wang Chengzhu said: "The kitchen of the target devil's stronghold, 1 test shot, put!" ”

One of the gunners put the shell in his barrel, followed by a muffled tom.

Boom –

The shell landed six or seven meters to the left of the kitchen and exploded, kicking up a fog more than two meters high.

The artillerymen hurriedly readjusted the mortar fire according to the impact point.

"Two rapid fires, let's go!"

Li Yunlong looked stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "Haha... Looks like I'm going to have to quit drinking. ”

Immediately after, there was a rumbling sound from the opposite stronghold.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang hurriedly looked at the mortar position at the bottom of the soil slope, and after two muffled tom sounds, two mortar shells suddenly rose into the air.

The two of them turned their heads and followed the trajectory of the mortar shells across the sky towards the stronghold.

A few seconds later, two shells hit the stronghold's kitchen one after another, and the devil's kitchen was instantly reduced to a pile of rubble.

It took several seconds for the two loud bangs to come.

Immediately after that, 2 more shells were fired at the artillery position.

The devil's kitchen is an ordinary brick house made of bricks and stones, and like an ordinary house, it can be easily solved with a mortar shell.

The reason why there are a few more shells is to tell the devils and the puppet army that your grandfather is here.

Zhang Dabiao and his battalion had already reached a position 800 meters away from the devil's stronghold and began to dig the earth, making a posture of planning to besiege the stone box stronghold for a long time.

In the artillery tower, Second Lieutenant Toshio Imai, the leader of the devil squad, was observing the situation outside through the shooting hole.

A devil soldier Cao ran up from downstairs and said with a pause: "Captain, the Eighth Road shelled the kitchen, and Fujioka-kun and Yamashita-kun were blown up!" ”

Toshio Imai's face suddenly darkened, and Hachiro didn't even let him eat breakfast, which was too arrogant!

At this time, several soldiers carried down the dead sentry upstairs, and Toshio Imai saw that his head was knocked out.

His face suddenly turned black as the bottom of the pot.

The company commander of the puppet army climbed up from the staircase with a rolling belt, shouting and running: "Taijun, Taijun, the Eighth Route Army is here, and it is digging trenches outside." ”

A chubby translator translates the words of the puppet army company commander to Toshio Imai.

"Nani?"

"Digging trenches?" Toshio Imai was taken aback.

In the past, the stronghold was often attacked and harassed by the Eight Route guerrillas, either at night to sneak attack, or during the day to fire two guns and run, like the situation of digging trenches as soon as the Eighth Route came, Imai Toshio was still the first time to meet it, and there must be a demon when something goes wrong.

Running to the top of the turret and looking at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were digging in the distance, Toshio Imai's face changed slightly.

The sentry on the turret had just been killed, and it was still a large-caliber gun, and Toshio Imai didn't dare to stay on the top of the turret for long.

At that moment, Toshio Imai bowed down and returned to the turret for the third time, and angrily ordered: "Shoot, shoot!" ”

The devil machine gunner in the turret immediately pressed the pressure iron of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and with the shaking of the gunshot, the firing hole of the turret spewed tongues of fire.

Small turrets, two pillboxes, and two heavy machine-gun fire points built up by sandbags opened fire one after another, and machine-gun shells suddenly rained down on the Eighth Route Army.

It's just that at this distance, the machine gun shells are very scattered, and as long as they are slightly concealed, it is difficult to hit, and the power of the machine gun shells is also greatly reduced.

From the shooting hole, I saw that a round of light and heavy machine gun fire rushed to no effect, and then carefully visually measured the distance and position with the Eighth Road, and helplessly found that all the attacks of the stronghold were helpless against the Eighth Road, although the stronghold was very light and heavy machine gun firepower, but not even a mortar, the grenadier was equipped with some, but this distance grenadier could not reach at all.

"Cunning dirt eight roads!" Toshio Imai was uncomfortable, as if he felt that there were ants crawling on his body.

Walked quickly to the telephone, pushed the phone away, grabbed the phone and shook it vigorously a few times, and then put the phone to his ear.

"Moxi Moxi, this is the stone box stronghold, please immediately pick up the Liao County Gendarmerie!"

"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.