The command of the front of the new regiment gave an order for shelling.

As Lu Yingjun roared at the radio communication machine, the sound of cannon suddenly tore through the quiet air.

The first round of 12 shells from the position of the mountain artillery battalion fell from the same direction on the position outside the west gate of Yangquan City.

The metal projectile with the breath of death pierced the air and made a terrifying whistling sound, and the west gate of Yangquan City immediately fell into a sea of smoke and fire.

In order to achieve the suddenness of the shelling, the mountain artillery battalion did not conduct a pre-test firing, but used a precise method to determine the firing parameters, and tried to make the first batch of shells inflict heavy damage on the Japanese troops.

Mitake Tsuda, commander of the Fourth Brigade, was holding a telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield when a red signal flare suddenly rose in the field of vision of the telescope.

Then countless tongues of fire suddenly burst out from the position of the Eighth Road, and these tongues of fire were slammed towards the attacking Japanese troops like whips, and the Japanese troops attacking at the front fell one piece.

Immediately after, two attacking tanks were shot and caught fire, which made Mitake's face instantly gloomy.

While pondering why this Tsuchihachi Road had such powerful firepower, Mitake Tsuda suddenly heard a strange whistling sound in the air.

The sound swept over the Lion Rock, from far to near.

Mitake Tsuda, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, suddenly turned pale.

As a professional soldier, he certainly knew better than others that this sound was the sound of a high-speed projectile cutting through the air.

"Not good!" Mitake Tsuda was immediately pressed down by the guards next to the ironclad car.

However, it was too late, the first batch of shells had already fallen in front of Yangquan City, and in the sound of explosions that shook the ground, the entire city gate was filled with gunsmoke and shrapnel.

A 75 mm grenade landed right next to the ironclad vehicle, blasting Mitake Tsuda and two of his guards into a pink mist.

Even the armored car was overturned by the blast of the explosion, and when the smoke cleared, Mitake Tsuda and the two guards disappeared.

Two trucks were blown into scrap metal and a raging fire broke out, and the devil guards who were on guard around them suffered heavy casualties.

Shoji Kurosawa, who was urging the soldiers to attack, was pushed to the ground by the guards when the first shells landed, and then slammed into the ground.

Kurosawa Shoji looked in the direction of the city gate and rushed over desperately.

The devil artillery sensed that something was wrong the moment he heard the whistling of the shells, and saw that the shells fell five hundred meters away from the rear and hit the brigade commander.

The captain of the devil's artillery brigade sensed that something was wrong, and immediately ordered to transfer positions.

However, the artillery positions that had been constructed were hurriedly transferred, how could it be so easy, and it took only half a minute before and after, and a sharp and strange whistle came from overhead.

In the face of the shells falling from the sky, the devil artillerymen were at a loss for a while, and all of them lay on the ground, leaving their fate to the will of heaven.

One after another, the shells hit the artillery positions of the devils, and the shock wave raged with sharp shrapnel, blowing away the field guns, infantry guns and mortars of the devils.

There were even shells that hit the ammunition box, making an even more violent explosion, and after three rounds of shelling, the entire devil artillery position was destroyed, and corpses were scattered all over the field.

……

In the headquarters of the new 1st regiment, see this scene with a telescope.

Li Yunlong's expression was very satisfied, and the corners of his mouth were high: "A mountain artillery battalion and 12 mountain artillery cannons are covered by artillery fire, which is enough for a little devil to drink a big pot." ”

Zhao Gang also said: "This is much more powerful than infantry artillery and mortars, and a single shell can explode a large area." ”

"The first round of shells just fell outside the city wall, and I don't know if I hit the devil commander?"

Li Yunlong snorted and said, "Whether you hit or not, the little devil is uncomfortable at this time." ”

"The artillery positions of the devils have been taken out."

"Let's keep adding."

"Lu Yingjun, immediately report the parameters to Wang Chengzhu, and carry out artillery coverage on the devils who attack the forward slope position."

At this time, the devil's attack on the position continued.

The Devil tanks used for the first wave of attacks have all been killed by Bazooka.

Although there were still a few tanks parked in the rear of the Devils, the Devils tanks were not a big threat to the new regiment, or even small.

Machine guns and bazooka against devils Pee Dice skin thin tank easy plus pleasant.

At present, the artillery position that poses the greatest threat to the new regiment has been wiped out by the mountain artillery battalion in the rear, and now it is only necessary to concentrate on dealing with the devil infantry and killing and wounding a large number of devil infantry to pave the way for the future attack on Yangquan City.

Lu Yingjun had already calculated the shooting parameters, so he immediately grabbed the earpiece and microphone of the radio communication machine, and roared loudly: "Hole three hole three, please answer when you hear it." ”

The cannon roared under the mountain, and the sound was too small for the other party to hear.

After a while, Wang Chengzhu's voice sounded in the earpiece: "Hole three received, hole two hole two, no target, no target?" ”

The artillery position was 5 kilometers away from Lion Rock, and Wang Chengzhu didn't know if the shells hit the little devils.

Lu Yingjun replied: "Right in the bull's-eye!" ”

Wang Chengzhu's excited voice came from the earpiece: "Beautiful! ”

Immediately, Lu Yingjun took the earpiece and microphone and conveyed the new shooting parameters to Wang Chengzhu in secret language.

The devil's tank has been killed by Bazooka, but there are many devils, and the battle is in a white-hot state, and the stalemate is deadlocked.

These devils are all elite, with excellent marksmanship, and they are not afraid of death to charge towards the position of the new regiment.

However, the new regiment's machine-gun fire and submachine gun fire formed a firepower network that pressed the devils sixty or seventy meters away from the forward position.

After almost 10 minutes of attacking, the devils didn't even touch the forward position.

Soon, boom! Rumble! The mountain artillery battalion began to concentrate artillery fire again, and the whistling of shells in the dark sky suddenly sounded.

The whistling sound came from far and near, falling in the middle of the devil crowd and exploding, kicking up patches of mud and mist.

At the beginning, the attacking devils didn't feel anything, but the shells of the Eighth Route Army were like inexhaustible, falling in pieces to harvest the lives of the devil soldiers.

Moreover, none of these shells fell on the positions of the Eighth Route Army, and all of them fell on the offensive route of the devils.

Finally, the devil couldn't stand it anymore, and the captain of the devil brigade waved his command knife and ordered to retreat.

However, the artillery of the Eighth Route Army continued to fire reluctantly, and the devil's shells followed wherever they went, and the landing point was extremely accurate.

Xu Jin barrage followed the devil all the way to Yangquan City, and did not stop until the devil who was lucky enough to survive fled into Yangquan City.

The devils and the devil soldiers were all blown out of the psychological shadow by the artillery of the Eighth Route Army.

……

On Lion Rock, watching the little devil flee into Yangquan City, he immediately closed the city gate, Li Changshun spat and said in a disdainful tone: "That's it?" The devil is cowardly? ”

Beside him, Wei Dayong's expression and tone were equally disdainful: "A bunch of waste." ”

The first battalion and the second battalion were fighting lively, but the sword squadron was sitting on a cold bench in the back, and the monk was itching to see his comrades killing devils in front.

Li Yunlong said that the sword squadron is all treasures, and the battalion commander will not be replaced, and the sword squadron basically has no regular combat tasks.

So the Sword Squadron, like the Third Battalion, acted as a reserve.

Monk Wei and Li Changshun hope that at this time, the devil can rush out and compete with the new group.

In this way, the sword squadron is likely to also participate in the battle and kill the devils in a hurry.

"Xiao Shunzi, do you say that the little devil still dares to come out?" Monk Wei looked at Li Changshun.

The devil fell into the regiment commander's plan, and suffered heavy losses in the first wave of attacks, with the loss of six tanks and no less than 20 artillery pieces, and now it is estimated that he will not even dare to come out.

Since the last time Monk Wei hit 5 tanks with Bazooka and won a first-class merit, between several squad leaders, they began to quarrel again.

"Who is the little shunzi called?" Li Changshun glared at Monk Wei, "I guess the devil doesn't dare to come out." ”

"Call you." Monk Wei said, "If the devil doesn't come out, won't our sword squadron be unable to eat meat?" ”

"Then I will call you a little monk in the future, and if there is no meat to eat, there will be no meat to eat." Li Changshun shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Hey, that's boring." Monk Wei twisted his neck, his expression lacking interest.

Wang Xikui had already borrowed a machine gun from the machine gun company and pushed it over.

"What are you two muttering?"

"The little devil will definitely send a plane to bomb us, hurry up and borrow a machine gun from the machine gun company."

"Let's see if we can get a plane or two to satisfy our hunger."

"Medium, this thing is powerful, I like it." Monk Wei grinned at the corners of his mouth.

Monk Wei stood up and walked straight to a gun emplacement of the machine gun company, which was well hidden, the entire machine gun was covered with grass and branches, and the soldiers were dressed in grass and tree camouflage, and they wore grass rings on their heads.

He licked his lips, looked at the machine gun, and turned his head to look at the two fighters.

"You two are resting, and I'll make this thing for you two." Monk Wei was stunned, and the two soldiers involuntarily gave up their gun positions.

"Thank you." Monk Wei grinned at the corner of his mouth and pushed the machine gun away.

Only then did the two soldiers react, and they stomped their feet to find the commander of the machine gun company and cried: "This flower monk is very horizontal, grab our machine gun." ”

"Forget it, if you want to, give it to them, anyway, it's borrowed, and it's not that you won't pay it back." He Jie waved his hand and said.

The group of ruthless people in the sword squadron, He Jie didn't dare to offend easily, and this was not the first time that machine guns had been robbed.

Originally, the entire new regiment had 50 machine guns, 20 of which were in the artillery platoon under the jurisdiction of each company, and the remaining 30 belonged to the machine gun company, but 10 were given to the brigade commander by the regiment commander, and now there are only 20 guns, and these 40 machine guns were arranged by Li Yunlong on the mountain, and they were very far apart from each other to prevent the little devil's plane.

On the inclined position, when they saw the devils running back to the city, they ran out of the trenches and cleaned up the battlefield.

Regardless of whether he is dead or not, and whether the devil lying on the ground moves or does not move, first stab the vital point with a bayonet.

One after another, the sound of bayonets entering the flesh sounded one after another.

……

The command of the new 1st regiment.

Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong and asked, "Lao Li, should we attack Yangquan next?" ”

"It's not that simple, the devil will definitely attack again." Li Yunlong's tone was calm and his eyes were deep.

Zhao Gang rarely saw Li Yunlong's eyes, which meant that Li Yunlong's brain was running at high speed at this time, and he was extremely calm.

Zhao Gang said: "The devil's desperate attack failed, and the morale must have been greatly affected, so there shouldn't be any more attacks, right?" What's more, what do the little devils attack? The artillery and artillery have been killed by us, and their tanks are like scrap metal. ”

Li Yunlong looked up at the sky: "It's true that the devil artillery and artillery were killed by us, and the devil tank is useless, but don't forget that the devil still has planes." ”

"Devil plane..."

Zhao Gang looked stunned, and suddenly thought of the scene when the entire new group was chased by the devil's plane a few months ago, and his face changed slightly.

"Lu Yingjun, immediately inform Wang Chengzhu to hide all the mountain artillery, and let them move quickly."

Zhao Gang turned his head and ordered Lu Yingjun.

"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.