Huang Erhu took the radio walkie to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong glanced at the canyon below, and then picked up the receiver microphone of the radio intercom:

"Hey, Boss Li calls the pigeon, Boss Li calls the pigeon."

After calling again, the intercom did not respond.

After a pause, Li Yunlong shouted into the microphone again: "Boss Li calls the pigeon, Boss Li calls the pigeon." ”

"The pigeon received, please speak!"

There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the earpiece, and Li Yunlong hurriedly put the earpiece close to his ear, so that he could hear the sound coming from the radio clearly.

Dozens of shells exploded below every second, and the rumbling explosions were intertwined.

Li Yunlong heard the pilot's voice in his ears, as if he had heard the sound of heaven, his expression couldn't help but be happy, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly.

"Boss Li needs support!"

The pigeon's voice came again: "The pigeons will arrive at the target area in five minutes, please mark the target with red smoke grenades!" ”

"Boss Li received!"

Hanging up the call, Li Yunlong handed the radio intercom to Huang Erhu and ordered: "Huzi, immediately notify the scouts of the Sword Squadron, and order to guide an artillery group to fire red smoke bombs at the reinforced devil wing in 5 minutes, and guide the aircraft to bomb the little devils." ”

Huang Erhu: "Yes! ”

Subsequently, Huang Erhu quickly took the high-power walkie-talkie from the guard soldiers.

After turning on the high-power walkie-talkie, Huang Erhu picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "This is the command center, call Zhang Tianfu, call Zhang Tianfu." ”

"Zhang Tianfu received, please instruct!"

A moment later, the voice of Zhang Tianfu, a member of the sword team, sounded in Huang Erhu's ears through the walkie-talkie.

Although there is a noise of shells, the call quality of the high-power walkie-talkie is very good.

Huang Erhu said loudly: "The commander-in-chief ordered, in 5 minutes, guide the artillery to shoot red smoke bombs at the reinforced devils, and guide the planes to bomb the little devils!" ”

"Roger!"

Zhang Tianfu replied crisply.

After hanging up the call, Huang Erhu bowed down and walked to Li Yunlong's side and reported: "Report to the commander-in-chief, the order to guide the plane to bomb has been issued." ”

"Good!"

Li Yunlong looked at his watch: "Shell for another 5 minutes, and after 5 minutes, order the attacking troops to rush forward and deal with all the devils." ”

Based on more than 5,000 shells per minute, 30,000 shells can be fired in 5 minutes.

However, Li Yunlong prepared more than 50,000 rounds of artillery shells, which was enough to wash the ground with shells for five minutes.

Zhang Dabiao hurriedly raised his watch and looked at it, pinching the time and waiting for 5 minutes, which made him a little uncomfortable.

His broadsword was hungry and thirsty.

Zhang Dabiao said: "Commander-in-chief, I suggest that the troops lean forward first, and as soon as the shelling is over, the troops can immediately rush forward before the devils can react." ”

Li Yunlong thought for a moment and nodded: "Go, pay attention to safety, don't get too close, lest you be blown up by your own shells!" ”

When ambushing, in order to achieve concealment, the ambush positions of each attack group are relatively far away from the canyon.

At this time, it should be pressed by the shelling.

But shells don't have long eyes, especially on the battlefield where this kind of shells wash the ground, and the fact that shells hit their own people is not new.

Li Yunlong said to Huang Erhu again: "Order the infantry of each attack group to press up first, pay attention to safety, and don't get too close." ”

"Yes!"

Huang Erhu picked up the high-power walkie-talkie and called the attack groups.

……

Two kilometers away from Nangou Village, there is a lonely peak.

Zhang Tianfu was lurking in this lonely peak, holding an eight-fold telescope to monitor the devil's every move.

After receiving the order, the 5th Wing of the Japanese Army was making a rapid march in the direction of the battlefield.

However, this group of devils was still a little cautious, and although it was a rapid march, they still sent a squadron of reconnaissance troops to search and advance in front.

The devils of the 5th wing pulled out a 1-kilometer formation on the road.

Nangou Village is more than 3 kilometers away from the battlefield.

In 5 minutes, even if it was a rapid march, the vanguard of the devils only advanced 1 kilometer.

Zhang Tianfu's eyes have been staring at his watch, and as soon as the 5 minutes are up, he immediately grabbed the high-power walkie-talkie and shouted: "Release!" ”

The firing of Zhu Yuan had been reported to the 5th Mountain Artillery Group in advance, and smoke grenades were stuffed into the barrel of the gun in advance, ready to be fired at any time.

As Zhang Tianfu's voice fell, about 10 seconds later, a sharp whistling sound sounded in the sky.

With a sharp whistling sound, six shells cut an arc through the sky and smashed into the formation of the devils.

The devils were in a high degree of tension at this time, and when they heard the sound of cannonballs skimming the air, they reacted extremely quickly, and almost at the same time as the cannonballs fell, all the devils lay on the ground.

In the next second, the cannonball either fell in the middle of the devil's team or near the devil's team.

After a few muffled sounds, several large red smoke bombs rose into the air.

There was no expected violent explosion, the devils all looked at each other, and the devils near the smoke bomb thought that the eight roads had fired poison gas bombs, and they were so frightened that they took out their gas masks and put them on.

"Nani?" The captain of the 5th wing, Tetsuro Inokakura, frowned when he saw this scene.

Did you fire the wrong shell from the eighth way?

However, the impact point of the eight-way shell made Toru Inokura's back cold.

In the absence of a test firing, three shells fell in the marching ranks in the first round, and another three shells also fell near the ranks.

If these six smoke grenades were replaced with grenades, this round of shelling would have caused dozens of casualties among soldiers, to say the least.

"Yaga!"

"Spread out, spread out and keep moving!"

Inokakura Tetsuro shouted and gave the order.

He knew very well that this round of shelling on the Eighth Route was likely to be just the beginning, and the next round that fell on his head was probably a grenade.

The devils dispersed suddenly, but they continued to move on.

Their mission was to support the 3rd and 4th Wings, and they could not stop their advance even if they were bombarded from eight directions.

Suddenly.

There was some buzzing roar in the sky.

The devils, including Toru Inokura, didn't care to move on, it must have been the air force of the Imperial Army that had arrived.

In the eyes of the devils, as long as the air force of the imperial army came, they could easily find the position of the Eighth Route Artillery and destroy it.

"The aviation of the Imperial Army has arrived, move on!"

"Ha Ya Gu, Ha Ya Gu!"

"Kill the chicken and give it!"

Toru Inokakura stood on a small hill, drew his command knife, and shouted loudly to beat the soldiers with chicken blood.

After he finished shouting, he raised his binoculars and glanced in the direction the plane was flying from.

However, because the distance between the aircraft group is still a little far, even in the field of view of the telescope, only dozens of small dots can be seen, and the model of the aircraft cannot be seen.

Seeing dozens of planes, Inokakura Tetsuro was refreshed, which was at least the size of a flying regiment of the Imperial Army.

Yo West, the Eighth Road is in trouble.

"Amaterasu bless the Imperial Army!"

After shouting, Toru Inokakura held the big left sword and hurriedly followed the formation.

……

"Haha, here!"

On Siding Mountain, Li Yunlong set up a cannon mirror and looked in the direction where the roar of the aircraft engine sounded.

Dozens of planes lined up in battle formation in the air, flying in the direction where the devil was.

The artillery mirror could see more clearly than the eightfold telescope, and the planes were exactly the same as the plane he had called last time.

By no means a devil's plane.

"Lao Li, show me."

Zhao Gang didn't know when he came to Li Yunlong's side and said.

"Aren't you a telescope?"

Li Yunlong said angrily.

"I can't see well through a telescope."

"Okay, here you go." Li Yunlong turned his head and said, "Huzi, order all artillery groups to stop shelling, and the infantry will rush up to harvest corn for me." ”

"Yes!" Huang Erhu took out a high-power walkie-talkie and ordered all artillery groups to stop shelling.

As soon as the cannon fire stopped, a mountain of shouts of killing rang out all over the canyon.

At this time, the canyon had turned into a sea of fire, but the warriors did not give the devils who survived to survive a breather, and killed the devils one after another.

Looking down from the commanding heights of the canyon, I saw several gray waves rolling towards the enemy.

The mortar positions were quickly moved, and the positions of the mountain artillery groups were quickly concealed.

Seeing this, Li Yunlong knew that the overall situation of the battlefield here had been decided.

Then he raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of the sky above Nancungou.

I saw the group of bombers he called, and it was obvious that they had seen the calibrated red smoke bombs, and they lowered their altitude and flew quickly over Nangou Village.

"These bombers, fighter jets, they're fucking good."

Looking at the plane in the telescope's field of vision, Grand Master Li couldn't help but lick his lips.

"It's a weapon to kill devils."

Zhao Gang on the side was also hot.

At a certain dinner, Brother Chen Feng vaguely revealed that these bombers and fighters in the future will be Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang's.

It's not that you don't give it, it's that the time hasn't come.

Grand Master Li suddenly thought that the Eighth Route Army used more than 300 artillery pieces, more than 50,000 shells, 30 bombers, and 10 fighters in a campaign.

The scale of this battle should be able to barely take off the hat of the dirt eight roads, right?

Although Grand Master Li's phobia of lack of firepower has been cured somewhat, it has not yet been cured.

He thought in his heart that he would strive to have more firepower in the next battle, otherwise his heart would always be empty.

……

The regimental headquarters and artillery wing of the 2nd Guards Division, 2 kilometers away from Nangou Village, were on a rapid march.

"Division commander, division commander!"

Chief of Staff Nakazawa Keichi hurriedly ran to Momoyo Kunomura, and his tone was hurried:

"It's not the imperial army's plane, it's the enemy plane!"

"Nani?" Kunomura Momoyo raised the telescope to look at the sky in confusion, and the next moment, his face changed drastically.

Sure enough, as Nakazawa said, there were no Nakajima fighters, no Type 96 attack planes, and no Type 1 land attack planes.

Thinking of the 9th Brigade being bombed by a mysterious group of planes, losing 1 wing, and then the 9th Brigade being completely annihilated by the Eighth Route, Kunomura Momoyo's face suddenly turned pale.

"Yaga, this is an enemy plane!"

"Hide now!"

"Prepare for air defense!"

Kunomura Momoyo gave a loud order, turned over and dismounted, and then plunged headlong into the dirt ditch on the side of the road.