The newly formed divisional units of the new regiment were still inferior in equipment to the main infantry battalion.

There were 10 companies in the first division, each with more than 200 men, divided into 4 platoons, each platoon with 2 bazookas.

The main infantry battalion of the new regiment is equipped with one bazooka per squad, that is, 4 bazooka per platoon, and the firepower of attacking the fortified positions is naturally stronger.

Soon, Wang Yousheng led the way, and the snipers and bazooka soldiers came to the position halfway up the mountain from the other side, which was about the same height as the devil's turret.

As in training, under the orders of the squad leader, the snipers quickly looked for cover from the high ground.

Wang Yousheng and several submachine gunners crawled near the bazooka soldiers.

A total of 8 bazooka soldiers in 4 groups took Bazooka off their backs and began assembling the rockets.

At this time, the sound of various gunshots and grenade explosions was intertwined, and the two sides fought quite lively, but no one hit anyone.

Most of the fighters are in order to accumulate actual combat experience, the rifleman fired a few shots and did not shoot again, the night battle was pitch black, and it was in the fortified turret where the devil was, and everyone fired a shot to waste bullets.

There were only a few machine guns left firing at the Devil's Turret.

Not to be outdone, the two machine guns did not stop for a moment, and the bullets were poured on the soldiers as if they didn't need money.

One of the fighters snorted, and he was hit in the shoulder by a stray bullet, bleeding profusely

"Hygienist!"

Seeing that the fighters of his squad were hit by machine-gun shells, the veteran squad leader bowed down and ran to the fighters and pressed the wound with his hands.

Soon a hygienist with a medicine box on his back trotted over and ran to the wounded soldier, who first gave the soldier a dose of morphine, and then began to tie his shoulders with gauze to stop the bleeding.

These morphines were earned by Li Yunlong in business half a year ago, but they are almost running out.

"Dog's day little devil!"

After letting go of his hand, the veteran squad leader scolded at the devil's turret.

"Give me the machine gun!"

The veteran squad leader took the M1917 Browning heavy machine gun from the machine gunner and personally opened fire on the firing hole of the devil's turret with the water-cooled heavy machine gun.

He turned out to be a heavy machine gunner in the main infantry battalion of the new regiment, and he was both skilled and fierce in handling the crane gun, and he quickly suppressed the devil's machine gun fire in one of the shooting holes.

The durability of the firepower of the water-cooled M1917 Browning heavy machine gun is not comparable to that of the Devil Type 92 and the Crooked Handle Machine Gun.

"Boom!"

In the distance, the artillery of the 1st division began to operate.

Several 60-mm mortar shells and 82-mm mortar shells fell near the Devil's Gun Tower and exploded, and a fierce explosion was heard.

Although the squad and platoon leaders of the artillery units are also experienced artillerymen.

But the gunners who operated the mortars were all new recruits and had never been on the battlefield, and this was a little difficult to see the target position in the dark night, and the error of the first firing was a bit large.

However, Lu Yingjun didn't care, and used the walkie-talkie to direct the artillery to continue firing at the target, and the sharpshooters were fed with shells in actual combat.

As long as you can get rid of the turret in front of you, not only will the weapons and ammunition be reimbursed, but the regiment commander will also be able to make a business.

Hearing the continuous and rapid cannon sound around him, the devils in the turret and pillbox were obviously panicked, and the captain of the devil detachment grabbed the telephone and asked the county for help.

The Eighth Route even used mortars, apparently in earnest.

Even if the mortar can't break through the defense of the reinforced concrete turret at all, the devils are still panicked.

The devil got two telephone wires, one on a telephone pole and one buried in the earth.

The telephone lines on the telephone poles have long since been cut, but the telephone lines buried in the soil have not been found, and the telephone can still be used.

However, there were many pillboxes and artillery towers that were attacked by the Eighth Route Army tonight, and the call for help to the county town had already been blown up, and the outgoing calls were almost always in a state of occupation and could not be reached at all.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

The captain of the devil detachment angrily threw the phone on the ground and smashed it to pieces.

But after smashing the phone, the captain of the devil detachment immediately regretted it, how to ask the county for help when the phone was gone?

……

"Okay, no?"

On the other side of the battlefield, a bazooka veteran squad leader asked the bazooka soldier in a low voice.

"Report to the squad leader, and you'll be right away!" A bazooka recruit responds.

Wang Yousheng turned his head to look, only to see that the grenadiers had already assembled Bazooka, opened the bipod, and then opened the pole in front of the shoulder rest.

The co-shooter then took out a high-explosive armor-piercing shell from the ammunition box, pulled out the safety pin, loaded the rocket into the breech, and then took out the wire from the tail of the rocket and connected it.

Such an action, bazooka recruits have to practice dozens of times a day, but the action is done in one go, and it looks very skilled.

"The co-shooter stay away and don't get close to the tail of the bazooka!" The veteran squad leader whispered.

The secondary shooter hurriedly moved away from the shooter, and the high-pressure gunpowder gas sprayed from the tail of the Bazooka bazooka was very hot, and it was sprayed until it was either dead or maimed.

"Aim for the turret and fire freely!"

The veteran squad leader shouted again.

The recruits' shoulders were pressed against the shoulder rests, the optical sights were opened, the index fingers were placed on the triggers, and the triggers were pulled one after another after aiming at the devil's turret.

"Hugh Hugh Hugh!"

Four strange noises rang out, and rockets quickly sprang out of the bazooka.

The dark night sky suddenly streaked four dark red rocket trails.

The rockets that were fired flew towards the Devil's Turret.

However, all four rockets missed, two were blocked by barbed wire, one hit the wall outside the turret, and one rocket flew high and flew over the top of the turret.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Although it didn't hit the devil's turret, the violent explosion of the rocket like muffled thunder suddenly rang out.

This explosion is definitely not produced by the explosion of a mortar shell, but more like the movement made when a 105 mm caliber high-explosive grenade explodes.

The devil panicked even more.

What kind of weapon is this, the movement is so big, it can't really be a 105mm howitzer, right?

The leader of the devil detachment hurriedly ordered a grenadier to go to the top of the turret and fire a flare to see the situation.

Because all the attention of the devils just now was on the front, they didn't see where the shells were coming from.

The devil is very chicken thief, in order to prevent a sneak attack, in addition to two barbed wire fences outside the turret and pillbox, but also built an earthen wall.

Due to the high terrain of the Devil's Turret, this kind of barbed wire and earthen wall could not affect the machine gun firing range of the turret.

A 50 mm flare was fired by the devils, and the surrounding night sky was lit up as if it were day.

At that moment, the leader of the devil detachment was looking around with a telescope, and soon found that there seemed to be a figure moving here.

"Yaga, shoot!"

Under the order of the commander of the devil detachment, the devil machine gunner divided a light machine gun and fired at this side, and the bullets were splashed in an instant.

Da Da...

A dull crooked gun rang out.

The bullet swept in a fan.

A recruit looked up, but was pressed down by the squad leader and shouted: "What do you see, don't want to live?" ”

The next second, the bullet whizzed overhead, scaring the recruit into a cold sweat, and he almost confessed here.

Fortunately, there are rocks on this side of the mountain to take shelter from.

Wang Yousheng and several submachine gunners stretched out of the cover and fired in the direction of the Devil's Turret.

Snipers at the high ground shoot at the firing hole of the devil's flamethrower.

But because they were all recruits, their marksmanship was still a little tender, and it was night, so they basically couldn't see the target, so they couldn't hit the target.

"Squad leader, what now?"

A recruit asked with a slightly trembling voice.

After all, these recruits are on the battlefield for the first time, and the bullets are flying overhead, the explosions are incessant, and it is already very good that they have not peed their pants.

"When the flares are over, move another 50 meters upwards and shoot from top to bottom."

The veteran squad leader spoke calmly.

Since it is not possible to fight the devil's turret here, it is condescending, the devil's turret is halfway up the mountain, and the shooting boundary from top to bottom will be much wider.

Soon the surrounding vision darkened, until finally it became completely black, and the original hazy night returned.

"Move up, take cover!"

The veteran squad leader coldly ordered: "Submachine guns and sniper rifles cover!" ”

Without flares, the devil's machine gun was also blind, shooting indiscriminately at this side.

Because the devil is confident that the reinforced concrete is difficult to break through by the Eighth Route Army, the devil's bullet reserves are relatively sufficient.

Some bazooka soldiers were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground while moving, and some people wanted to come over to help, but they were scolded by the squad leader and continued to move forward without stopping.

"With one less main shooter, who will hit a bazooka?"

The squad leader shouted downwards, where were the bunkers of the submachine gunners, who were firing at the turret with their submachine guns.

"Squad leader, I will!"

Wang Yousheng responded loudly.

He is an active member of the squad, although he is a submachine gunner, but usually during training, he has to tinker with the bazookas, rifles, sniper rifles and mortars in the platoon a few times.

When I heard the voice of the squad leader, I immediately volunteered.

"Come here!"

Wang Yousheng's eyes stared vigilantly at the devil's shooting hole while looking for the location of the next cover.

As the devil's machine gun fired elsewhere, he moved extremely fast, and in one fell swoop to the next cover.

It didn't take long to catch up with the squad leader and bazooka soldiers who were moving upwards, and the snipers were also moving upwards in search of better sniper points.

After moving up a distance of about 50 meters, I came to a pile of rubble, and the squad leader ordered to stop, which was condescending and could provide concealment.

"Hugh!"

A 50-millimeter flare rose into the air, like a searchlight, illuminating the surroundings of the turret.

But it also allows the recruit sniper to see the devil grenadier standing on the top of the turret, and the vision and shooting range are excellent.

After a few thumping gunshots, the Devil Grenadier was hit and fell from the top of the turret screaming.

Wang Yousheng carried the bazooka on his shoulder, and the deputy shooter behind him stuffed the rocket into the barrel, quickly connected the wire, and then patted Wang Yousheng's shoulder, signaling that it was ready to be launched.

"Free Fire!"

The squad leader ordered again.

At that moment, Wang Yousheng no longer hesitated, and took the lead in pulling the trigger after aiming at the devil's turret.

Condescendingly, coupled with the vision provided by the flares fired by the devil, this rocket hit the waist of the devil's turret.

A thunderous explosion sounded, and the entire turret trembled, and the firelight and gunsmoke turned into a ball of fire.