Chapter 130: Cook a pot of steel broth!

The county seat of Liaoxian County, the Japanese military police.

Toshio Imai's phone was taken directly into the captain's office of the head of the military police, Takeo Honda.

"Moxi Moxi, I'm Honda Takeo!" Takeo Honda casually picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

"Report to the captain, I'm Toshio Imai, and the stone box stronghold has been attacked by eight ways!" Toshio Imai was busy reporting on the phone.

"Nani?" Takeo Honda stood up abruptly and asked in shock, "How many troops does the Eight Roads have?" Are there any heavy weapons? ”

Toshio Imai replied: "The strength is about a battalion, 2 mortars have been found at present, and the Eighth Route is digging trenches and building fortifications at 800 meters from the stronghold, it seems that it is preparing for a long-term siege, and the firepower in the stronghold cannot reach the Eighth Route, ask for tactical guidance!" ”

"Imai-kun, don't attack without permission!" Honda Takeo's eyes narrowed slightly, "Reinforcements will arrive soon!" ”

"Hey!" Toshio Imai slammed his head.

Then he hung up the phone, and Toshio Imai was greatly relieved that the captain did not give up the stone box stronghold.

In the office of the captain of the gendarmerie, Takeo Honda took out an accurate map of Liao County, which was divided in two by a long road.

It is the Yuliao Highway that goes deep into the base area.

The stone box stronghold is on the Yuliao Highway, only 5 kilometers away from the county seat, and the Eighth Route Army can drive straight into the county seat as long as it kills the stone box stronghold.

Could it be that the Eighth Road wants to attack the county seat?

Although there are still a few turrets and outposts between the stone box stronghold and the county seat, it is wishful thinking to use these turrets to block the Eighth Road.

Immediately, Honda Takeo threw off this idea, and with the equipment and firepower of the Eighth Road, it was simply wishful thinking to capture the heavily defended county town.

Although Takeo Honda was the commander of the gendarmerie in Liao County, he was also the captain of the 4th Brigade of the Japanese Army.

The more than 700 devil soldiers under his command are all elites, although more than 100 people have been killed by the Eighth Road, and there are still 600 people left.

These 600 people still have to defend the stronghold, the city wall, and the gendarmerie, and there are only 400 Japanese soldiers who can fight.

However, there are still more than 600 puppet troops in Liao County, of which there are 200 puppet troops to assist the Japanese army in defending the county seat and strongholds, and the total strength that can fight is about 800 people.

And the Eighth Route has only one battalion, a maximum of 400 people.

800 against 400, the advantage is mine.

At that moment, Honda Takeo called his staff officers to report the situation here to the Fourth Brigade, and immediately ordered all the soldiers who could fight.

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On the dirt slope, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were in the telescope and the large-caliber sniper rifle scope, respectively, and saw the devil sentry poking his head out of the battlement from time to time to glance in the direction of the trench of the first battalion, and then quickly retracted, like a thief.

Zhao Gang said: "Lao Li, looking at this posture, it is estimated that the devil has asked for help." ”

"It's best to call for help." Li Yunlong said, "If the devil doesn't ask for help, labor and management will directly take this stronghold." ”

The goal of today's new regiment is to eat all the turrets and strongholds outside the county seat of Liao County in one bite.

Pull out all the eyes of the devils and puppet soldiers in the county seat of Liao County outside the city, and completely become blind.

After a pause, Li Yunlong said: "Huzi, inform Wang Chengzhu to set up all the cannons for labor and management." ”

"Yes!" Huang Erhu walked towards the back.

Huang Erhu trotted to Wang Chengzhu and said, "Company Commander Wang, the regiment commander asked me to inform you to set up all the cannons." ”

Wang Chengzhu nodded and said to the mortar squad: "You bring the mortar and follow me." ”

I came to the anti-slope of the dirt slope, found a fairly flat place, and waved my hand in the direction of the grove.

The soldiers of the artillery company came out of the grove one after another, led the mules, horses and carts, and walked to the dirt slope.

The soldiers set up their cannons on the anti-slope of the dirt slope.

About 10 minutes later, the roar of truck motors was heard in the direction of the county seat.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang hurriedly looked over.

I saw six trucks in view, loaded with loaded ghost soldiers, and crooked light machine guns on the roof of the cab.

"The devil's reinforcements have arrived." Zhao Gang said, "It seems that there are about 100 people. ”

"It should only be the vanguard." Li Yunlong said, "I guess there will be some behind." ”

"It is estimated that the devil has not eaten breakfast yet, so pass on my order to let the artillery company prepare for the shelling, and wait for the devil's truck to stop and fire at the labor and management."

"Let's use cannonballs to cook a pot of stewed steel broth for the devil."

After Wang Chengzhu received the order, he immediately climbed to the top of the dirt slope and used a telescope to observe where the devil truck might stop.

He quickly locked on a clearing between the trench and the stronghold, and the devil's reinforcements were sure to enter the stronghold first, and they could only drive in trucks from the drawbridge.

At that moment, Wang Chengzhu immediately used the thumb ranging method to calculate the distance between the mortar position and the open space, and then retreated to the artillery position and ordered the artillery to debug and shoot Zhu Yuan.

Later, Wang Chengzhu returned to the dirt slope and used a telescope to observe the movement of the devil truck.

As he expected, as soon as the devil truck came, several puppet soldiers crept out of the turret and put a drawbridge for their devil father.

The drawbridge was quickly lowered by several puppet soldiers, and it didn't take long for the devil truck to leave the road and drive straight towards the stronghold.

Then the six trucks drove from the suspension bridge to the stronghold, and when they drove to the open space in front of the stronghold, the first car stopped suddenly, and the more than 20 devils on the truck leaned forward slightly.

When Wang Chengzhu saw this, he raised his hand backwards and suddenly put it down: "Fire!" ”

At this time, it is the best time to open fire, wait for all the devil trucks to stop and then fire, most of the devils will run into the stronghold, and if you fire the guns in advance, the devil trucks are too scattered, and the best shelling effect can not be achieved, as an old gunner, Wang Chengzhu's DA artillery experience is very rich.

The devils on the first ghost truck hadn't all jumped off yet, the second ghost truck had just stopped, and the last truck had just passed off the suspension bridge.

The devil in the second truck often fell forward, and was about to jump out of the car when he heard a strange whistling sound in the air.

The sound swept over the road, from far to near, this group of battle-hardened devils changed their faces drastically, as elite veterans, of course they knew that the sound was the sound of a high-speed flying projectile cutting through the air, and judging from the screaming sound, the impact point was very close to them...

The devil soldiers jumped out of the car in a panic, and even before the last three trucks stopped, the devils on the body couldn't wait to jump out of the car.

However, it was too late, and the first round of shells had already rained down on five trucks, and in a roaring explosion, the entire open space in front of the stronghold was filled with smoke and shrapnel.

Immediately after that, the second and third rounds of shells fell on the car where the devil truck was, and in the sound of a thunderous explosion, the place where the devil truck stopped became a slaughterhouse in an instant, and blood was splashed everywhere.

The devil was blown up miserably.

"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.