Ding Wei was also excited, if there was no fire support from the independent platoon, they really couldn't help the devil's charge.

This group of devils can be described as a group of elite soldiers, not comparable to those two dogs.

Otherwise, they would definitely have lost a lot today.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly noticed that the devil seemed to be moving again.

"Platoon commander, look, this group of bastards has just been beaten down by us, and now they are ready to rush up again."

"Hehe, what's the panic, this is sending us war merits."

"Devils kill a lot, and Lao Tzu has a reward."

Yang Ming laughed excitedly when he saw those devils coming up again.

"As long as they dare to take the lead, we will fight, and we will fight when they get closer, and don't let these bastards escape."

The dozens of infantry who took the little devil in a few strokes just now can be knocked down, even if there are more of them, what can they do? In the face of the powerful firepower of the independent platoon, everything is nothing.

And the lives of these little devils are all points in Yang Ming's eyes.

If you have points, you can exchange them for weapons, which are all proper strategic resources.

He was still afraid that the little devil would retreat and run away, but now it's okay, the little devil rushed up, and his points came.

After a while, the devil's artillery seemed to be ready, and the infantry also sneaked over.

After entering the firing range, Yang Ming shouted, "Hit, hit hard, kill these bastards." ”

The erected machine guns again spat tongues of fire, and the sound of mortars and grenades on the position exploded continuously, and the flames burst into the sky.

The little devil didn't charge on a large scale this time, he rushed a few steps to find cover, and then raised his head to shoot.

Yang Ming suddenly felt that the little devil was a little abnormal.

Wang Ergou on the side also said: "Platoon commander, these devils don't seem to really want to charge, and they haven't dared to get close to us, I think they should be waiting for the support of infantry artillery." ”

Just now, Wang Ergou felt that the way this group of devils charged was different from just now.

It was clear that there had just been an appearance of wanting to occupy the high ground, but now it was simply a rush upward.

Compared with Lao De and Lao Mei, the devil's field artillery is much inferior in terms of caliber and range, but if you want to bomb the position of the Eighth Route Army, there is no problem at all.

Moreover, the devil's Type 92 infantry gun is small in size and small in caliber, which is convenient for transportation and quick to support, so this kind of infantry artillery is very convenient to support when fighting.

It seems that the devil's infantry artillery is ready, ready to support.

The devil's offensive battle has always been bombarded by artillery fire first, and the land and tank are charging in concert.

But today, the devil is marching in a hurry, and he does not carry heavy weapons such as tanks, so it should be a Type 92 infantry gun, bombarding a round first and then letting the infantry attack.

"Damn, as long as they dare to open fire, they will immediately lock on the position of their infantry artillery and give the position of their infantry artillery to Lao Tzu."

As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, with a bang, the devil's Type 92 infantry cannon directly glided in a parabola, fell to the position, and with a bang, the dug trench was blown up into a big hole.

Fortunately, Yang Ming was more witty, they got a few machine gun fire points, and changed positions after a few shots, and changed positions after a few shots.

So this infantry cannon came down and did not cause any damage to his point of fire.

The devil wanted to end his machine-gun position with infantry guns, it was impossible.

Hikawa Okamoto looked up the hill with a telescope and laughed out loud when he saw that the positions of the independent platoon were suppressed by infantry artillery.

"Yo Xi, this is our Type 92 infantry gun of the Great Japanese Empire, try it, taste the power of the Type 92 infantry gun."

Since there were only more than 400 people in the entire new regiment, their position was not very large, and it was a temporary trench, as long as the artillery covered one round, the fire point could basically be knocked out.

Knocking out the firing point, the rifles of the Eighth Route Army are not lethal at all.

So the 4 Type 92 infantry guns desperately beckoned to the position of the new regiment.

But it doesn't mean that Yang Ming's team has no room to fight back.

Yang Ming's team had already touched a hidden corner, and then found the position of the devil's Type 92 infantry gun.

Two artillerymen crouched in the grass, stretched out their thumbs, and aimed at the infantry artillery positions of the devils.

"Coordinates, 361 range 1501 inclination angle 36 and a half degrees, one round loading, test firing."

The howitzer behind him was put in, and with a bang, a howitzer fell impartially into the devil's infantry artillery.

There was a loud bang and the artillery of the two devils was blown to the ground, but because the firing range was not enough, the Type 92 infantry gun of the devil was not hit.

"All load, fire."

In an instant, the four mortars had already adjusted their firing angles, and with a bang, the shells streaked across the sky, making a crisp cry, and shot directly at the devil's infantry artillery position.

Hikawa Okamoto was confused, "Yaga, didn't you say that the new regiment doesn't have mortars?" ”

As far as he knew, although the new regiment escaped by luck and broke through the encirclement, when it escaped, a lot of weapons and equipment were left behind, only the personnel were evacuated, and their infantry artillery and heavy weapons were captured by the devils, but why, why are there mortars?

Four shells penetrated into the position of the devil's infantry, and the devil's infantry was turned on their backs and wailed in pain.

"Ya Ya Lu, what the hell is going on?"

Hearing the explosion, Hikawa Okamoto's face was confused.

And this round of bombing perfectly destroyed the two Type 92 infantry guns of the little devil, and several artillery pieces were also blown to pieces, Hikawa Okamoto shouted in shock: "Could it be that there are really troops to support the new regiment?" ”

"No, aren't the other troops already pinned?"

After bombarding the devil's infantry artillery position and making the devil's infantry artillery silent, the mortar quickly came to the forward position, found cover, and prepared to let the devil taste the taste of being bombarded by shells.

I thought to myself, don't you little devils always like to hit other people's positions with cannonballs? I'll let you taste it today, too.

Although four mortars are not much, they can also make the devil suffer a little.

Soon, shells fell from the sky, and the soldiers who were hiding behind the bunkers were blown to pieces.

There are also some little devils who have been wounded by shrapnel and have also lost their combat effectiveness.

At this moment, the devil found that the tide of the battle had reversed.

Because Yang Ming has the advantage of artillery.

So the devils were beaten so that they didn't dare to show their heads, plus they were suppressed by heavy machine gun fire, and the infantry could only be beaten.

Seeing that the little devil was suppressed again and couldn't move, Zhang Dabiao saw this, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Damn, if our battalion also has this kind of firepower configuration, Lao Tzu dares to hit the county seat."

"Retreat, retreat."

The squad leaders in front of the devil saw that the other party's firepower was too fierce, so they didn't dare to rush up, and if they rushed up, they would die.

And it was originally a low fight high, charging from a low place to a high place, and the risk was already great.