"Well done."

There was a loud cheer from the car radio.

The PLA soldiers in the tank heard Xie Tian's voice on the radio, and they were already shouting with joy, the machine guns were firing harder, and the turrets were spinning more vigorously.

Xie Tian has already become the spiritual leader of this group of soldiers, and in their hearts, Xie Tian is like a god-like existence.

As long as he is there, there is no problem that will not be solved.

Xie Tian made a special trip to the north slope of Gushan Temple several times to pay respects to those soldiers who died in battle, so that the soldiers felt that even if they died for Xie Tian, they would still be respected by Xie Tian.

No, they are not just fighting for thanks, they are also fighting for themselves, for their parents and sisters, for those villagers who don't know each other.

But more than that, they're fighting for thanksgiving.

Xie Tian's ideal is their ideal, and they are willing to use this life to help Xie Tian realize their common ideal.

Just like Wang Dashun in Ping'an County, as soon as his mother was buried, he couldn't wait to go to Taiyuan to join the People's Liberation Army.

This is where the personal charm lies, just for Xie Tian to carry the collapsed gable wall for him, for what Xie Tian said to him, and for Xie Tian to shoot the few pieces of ocean in his hand, his life is already Xie Tian, whether Xie Tian accepts it or not, Wang Dashun himself thinks so.

The plane piloted by Xie Tian flew over the battlefield, and seeing the chaotic devils in the big stronghold began to assemble, Xie Tian unceremoniously pressed the bomb button.

Thanks to the comrades of the arsenal and the newlywed wife of Comrade Chu Yunfei, now hundreds of people in the arsenal are working day and night, and they can produce two cluster bombs a day.

The slogans shouted by the arsenal are all bloody: blood debt and blood payment, for your father, for your mother, for the more than 10,000 relatives who died by Jinyang Lake, for the thousands of Chinese who died under the butcher knife of the Japanese devil, kill all the little devils, just rely on the sweat you shed today.

The workers were desperate, knowing that every bomb they made would make a huge difference on the battlefield.

Let the devils bleed, and let our warriors bleed less.

The cluster bomb that was graffiti on the body of the bomb by the artist in the arsenal workshop and marked with a blood-red ten forks exploded in the devil pile, and the power of the mother bomb had already blown down a large area, but what was even more terrifying was the sub-bombs that were flying everywhere.

As a dense series of explosions sounded, a large number of devils fell in a pool of blood, and the screams of ghosts and wolves became one.

The captain of the devil infantry wing was blown off half of his ears by shrapnel, he covered his bloody ears and got up from the ground, trembling and looking at the large number of devils who fell to the ground and wailed in front of him, and he was directly stunned.

What the fuck is this bomb, a single bomb almost wiped out my infantry wing......

Baga damn road, how to fight this battle? Ahh!!hhhhh

dropped the bomb, Xie Tian didn't look at the results of the battle at all, and gave an order directly to the radio: "Tiedan, throw your one to the place where the devils are most dense, Sansheng, keep your two aerial bombs first, listen to my order and then throw them, and fuck the hell with the machine gun first." ”

From the perspective of the three people, it can be seen that the entire mining area is already in chaos, but it has not yet achieved the tactical effect of defeating the devils.

If the devils are defeated, they must be defeated in the direction of Yangquan, and the 101st Division has already set up an ambush between Yangquan and the mining area, waiting for the devils who have fled to take the initiative to send them to the door.

"Duan Sihai, keep the mine pit for Lao Tzu, don't let the devil take advantage of the chaos to destroy the mine."

Duan Sihai looked at the empty field in front of the mine depressedly, and replied: "There is no devil ...... here."

There were two or three hundred devils on duty in more than a dozen mines in six mines, and as soon as the battle began, Duan Sihai led the soldiers to solve these devils, and even the devil mine manager and technician were wiped by the soldiers, and they were so relaxed that they seemed to sneeze.

A mine is not a mine, these are two completely different concepts.

The mining area is the living area of the miners, with various industry-related auxiliary facilities and living facilities, very close to the mine, convenient for the miners to work, the scale is no less than that of Yangquan City, the Ishikawa Brigade is stationed in the mining area, and only a small part of the troops are assigned to maintain the daily security of the mine.

The mine is a place of mining, with some concentrators and other factories attached, and there are basically not many people on the ground after the miners go down the mine, so there is no need to waste troops stationed in large forces to defend.

Besides, the mine is near the mining area, and the devils stationed in the mining area will arrive immediately if there is a slight abnormality.

It's just that as soon as the battle started today, no one cared about the mining area.

The battle happened so suddenly, almost instantaneously crushing the central chain of command of the Ishikawa Brigade, crushing the artillery wing, and thankfully a cluster bomb crushing another infantry wing.

Now the devil's radio station is full of chirping calls, but no one can stand up and preside over the battle.

The turrets were all blown up, Ishikawa Jinji's life and death were unknown, and the remaining devils were all in a state of confusion, and a large part of them also believed that the attack came from the Miyamoto Division, after all, someone witnessed that it was the tank wing of the Miyamoto Division that rushed into the artillery position and opened fire first.

The devil is confused, Li Changshun is not confused.

After successfully eliminating the devils in the artillery position, the fighters in the armored personnel carrier rushed out to seize the devil's artillery position, turned the gun and pointed to the devil's cavalry camp not far away.

At Li Changshun's order, tank guns, howitzers, field infantry guns, mountain artillery, and mortars were fired in unison, and the cavalry camp was blown up into a sea of fire with just one salvo, and the frightened horses broke off the fence and fled in all directions.

Looking at the chaotic cavalry camp in front of him, Li Changshun laughed out loud with a donkey's bark.

No, these guns can't be handed over to Qin Fen for unified distribution anyway, Lao Tzu's tank division is about to be established, is it too much to add an artillery regiment under the tank division?

It's not too good at all, not to mention that these cannons were brought back by Lao Tzu himself, who would rob Lao Tzu and collide with him.

Wait, wait, those war horses are also Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu has to set up another cavalry regiment.

Before the battle was over, Li Changshun had already pulled up his little abacus, and the snot bubbles of beauty were coming out.

The Iron Egg in the air also dropped the cluster bombs he was carrying, and the same waves were in the waves.

It's cool to fly a plane to kill devils, the only fly in the ointment is that you can't participate in cleaning up the battlefield, and you have cut off the financial route of the iron egg, and it's tangled.

Damn, such a large number of devils were killed by the master, and they may have something good hidden on them, but the master couldn't get any of them, I don't know which turtle son I gave it cheaply, and I don't know what the hell to give it to the master......

There is no one to fight in this battle, and these goods follow Xie Tian to fight, so easy that they only have loot left in their minds.