Guan Yunchang ran over with a rag and wiped the sweat from his face.

"The platoon commander can't do it, this little devil's mortars are all under the mountain, if you want to touch it, you have to move down the mountain, our range can't reach it."

Yang Ming touched his chin and began to think.

"Let's go, Zhao Ergou, let's go to the artillery position."

Yang Ming's idea is very simple, that is, to exchange for a larger-caliber mortar, or infantry gun, so that the range is enough, and the mortar position of the little devil can be eliminated.

So he found a corner where no one was around, and exchanged his points for a Type 42 75mm infantry gun.

This infantry cannon is larger in caliber than the devil's Type 92 infantry gun, and the firing range is even longer, but it is too expensive, more than 20,000 points.

But there is no way, in order to win this war, the exchange will be exchanged.

And just now I fought with the devil like this, and I also got a lot of points.

"Come two people, push this infantry gun to the artillery position."

The two warriors looked confused, where did this weapons and equipment come from, but they didn't think much about it now, now is the juncture of the war.

So he pushed the infantry artillery to the artillery position.

Yang Ming glanced at the little devil under the mountain, "Little devil, please have a good meal today." ”

This 75mm howitzer is a product of Lao Germany, a small-caliber artillery often used by Lao Germany in World War II, this kind of artillery has superior performance, can flexibly adjust the firing angle, and also has advanced sights.

Of course, this is not important, the important thing is that the infantry cannon is within the killing range.

Soldiers within 50 meters would be deafened to death by the energy emitted by the shells.

It can even shatter the internal organs.

And the firing range of this howitzer reached an astonishing 3000 meters.

More than 3,000 meters is 3 kilometers, which is not a small amount.

"Platoon commander, with this baby, don't worry, I will definitely be able to get all the devil's mortars."

As soon as you look at the caliber, you know that this thing is not comparable to the Type 92 infantry gun.

Soon, the Type 42 75-mm infantry gun began to be loaded, and then the elevation angle was adjusted, finding the coordinates.

"Launch."

With a bang, a shell pierced the sky and fell on the enemy's position.

Listening to the sound of the opponent's artillery, Yamamoto Eleven's face changed under the mountain, "This, this is a 75mm infantry gun." ”

He was not a fool, he was a soldier, and he could hear it as soon as he heard it, and only the sound of a 75-mm infantry gun was so muffled.

Yamamoto Eleven glanced at the scout next to him, he couldn't help it, and jumped up to be a big fight.

"Baga, how can the other side have 75mm howitzers, it is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to have such weapons and equipment, how do you do your intelligence work, it is too bad."

"You're all trash, garbage."

Yamamoto Eleven was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

He never understood that 75mm infantry guns had to be pulled by trucks or transported by donkey carts when transported, but no matter what, they would leave traces on the ground.

Then these stupid dog scouts, why didn't they find out?

Moreover, it is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to obtain this kind of weapon, this kind of weapon is only available to the National Army, and the National Army and the Eighth Route Army have always been at odds with each other, and it is impossible to support the Eighth Route Army with this kind of weaponry.

And they only have two kinds of guns, the 105-mm howitzer and the Type 92 infantry gun, so this 75-mm howitzer is definitely not captured, is it supported by Lao Maozi?

No, now Lao Maozi is in a mess in Europe, how can he have the kung fu to support the battlefield here.

This made Yamamoto Eleven anxious enough, and he didn't know how many of these 75mm howitzers there were on the other side.

If there are enough of them, then they will be miserable.

Just then, a soldier with a bloody face ran up.

"Report captain, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, our death squad has suffered heavy casualties and is unable to charge, and I request that the next combat order be issued."

Eleven Yamamoto looked ugly like eating, why, why did it become like this?

"The enemy's fire is so fierce that it is impossible to charge."

"Now we can't capture the enemy's positions, or we will ask for the support of the artillery squadron."

"Yaga, waste."

Yamamoto Eleven was going crazy, he couldn't calm down at all, he was full of confidence before he came, but he didn't expect to be deflated.

Indeed, although the number of the new regiment is relatively small, the new regiment occupies a geographical advantage, and what is paid attention to in fighting a war is the right time, place, and people, weapons and equipment, and logistical supplies.

Although the new regiment did not occupy several of them, they had strong firepower, occupied the terrain advantage, and fought a defensive counterattack battle, so they were more handy.

But this does not mean that the new regiment is invincible, except for the independent platoon, other units also suffered a lot of casualties.

Only the position on the side of the independent platoon is better defended, and Zhang Dabiao's side is a little unbearable.

If Yang Ming hadn't gotten a few heavy machine guns for him before, Zhang Dabiao wouldn't have been able to bear it.

Now that the two sides are deadlocked, Yamamoto Eleven wants to find a way to break the game.

Now they can't fight a stalemate with the Eighth Route Army anymore, they have to support their friendly troops, so they can only take Zhaojiaqiao in one go, otherwise, this battle will be in vain.

"Immediately call the captain and ask him to transfer another squadron of troops, and let that squadron carry 105mm howitzers, this time, I must level the Zhaojiaqiao position."

Yamamoto Eleven didn't expect that he could only ask for reinforcements.

There is no way, to fight this kind of defensive war is to take the opponent's position with many times the force.

After more than an hour, the newly mobilized squadron brought several 105mm howitzers, and then gathered the soldiers together and charged at Zhaojiaqiao.

This battle is bound to win or lose with the new group.

Now there are nearly 800 troops in the 4 squadrons, and more than 400 people are fighting each other.

Looking at the little devils rushing over in a dense manner, the independent platoon also felt the pressure.

The sound of the guns in the new regiment became more intense, and at first, they still had some reservations, but they took out all the weapons and equipment at the bottom of the box.

Everyone understands that the little devils are crazy and anxious, if you don't fight with them, then you will be wiped out by the little devils today.

This is halfway up the mountain, and there is no way out, either to repel the little devils, or to be wiped out by the little devils.

"Bastards, are these little devils crazy?"

Ding Wei didn't expect that a small battle to block enemy reinforcements turned into a small battle.

The devil's continuous sending of troops and reinforcements really made the new group that had just recovered unbearable.

"His grandmother's, Lao Tzu fought with you today."

Ding Wei tore off the hat on his head, picked up the machine gun and fired at the little devil.