"Enemy mortars? The enemy still has shells! Pass my orders, transfer quickly! ”

Sakata Nobuzhe, who was protected by his subordinates, gave the order to transfer the command headquarters, and looked in disbelief in the direction of the Eighth Route Army's attack.

The commander on the opposite side refreshed his cognition again and again, he really had never seen such a forbearant soldier.

In fact, when the command post was set up, the staff officers advised him.

It stands to reason that Nobutsu Sakata should not have made such a low-level mistake and put the command post at the forefront.

It was so close to the enemy's lines that even a young man who had just joined the army would not do that.

But just because the opposite side is the Eighth Route Army, within their locust army, the Eighth Route Army is notoriously bitter haha.

A group of armed peasants is characterized by a lack of food and clothing, and poor weaponry.

Their regimental unit was even more ridiculous, it was the smallest regiment he had ever seen.

On average, there are only a thousand people, and the so-called heavy weapons are almost only small-caliber mortars.

The range of this 60-millimeter mortar was only a little longer than that of the grenadiers of the younger country, and in this way mortar shells were in short supply.

In order to boost the momentum of the Great Japanese Locust Army, and also to better observe the battle situation, Sakata Nobuzheli set up the command post here in violation of public opinion.

His bowels are blue now, it is human nature to fear death, and a cannonball just exploded above him!

Just as they were about to leave the command post, Sakata felt a burst of fire appear around him, and he seemed to be able to hear the whistling of mortars and the panic of the crowd.

The darkness was eating away at him little by little, and his five senses were slowly being stripped away, and his ass seemed to fly out.

"It hurts..."

"The advantage is obviously mine, why did I lose like this."

"Has the command been hit by a shell, what an unexpected enemy."

Seeing the devil's command post bombarded by mortar artillery in the distance, Wang Chengzhu jumped up happily.

"Hit, I hit!"

At this time, the quick-eyed ammunition hand hurriedly pulled down Wang Chengzhu, who was jumping up, and at the same time, several bullets almost grazed his scalp.

Li Yunlong, who was beside him, saw that Sakata Nobuzhe's headquarters was killed by the pillar, and his smiling teeth came out.

He said to Wang Chengzhu: "You fucking look good, if this old devil Sakata is killed by you with one shot, the brigade commander will have to invite you to drink." ”

Drip-drip-d-da...

With Li Yunlong's approval, the trumpeter blew the trumpet.

Everyone in the new regiment saw that the headquarters of the devils had been defeated, and the soldiers of the whole regiment were encouraged, and for a while the fighting enthusiasm became stronger and the fighting became more energetic.

Li Yunlong rushed to the front in the lead, and behind him was his guard platoon.

Grand Master Li, who was overly excited, was holding a light machine gun at this time and swooped at the devils, and many devils died under his gun.

Handing over the light machine gun in his hand to the guard next to him, Li Yunlong rushed to the Sakata headquarters in the distance with a large blade in one hand and a shell gun in the other.

first experienced artillery bombardment, then was counterattacked by a new group of concentrated firepower, and finally saw the death of his own wing captain on the spot, and a small number of devils had begun to flee.

They were beaten by a new regiment of soldiers who were organized and planned, and no matter how hard the officers at the grassroots level, they could not stop the decline and could not form any effective counterattack.

Regardless of whether Sakata was killed or not, it has become a fact that his command post has been knocked out, which means that in a short period of time, the attacking troops of the devils have lost the command of their superiors and become headless flies.

Without the command, the devil infantry brigade can only fight on its own, although it can still maintain a certain combat effectiveness, but it can no longer stop the chaos.

Without organization, the firepower advantage could not be brought into play, and they could only watch as the new group of imposing rainbows continued to tear through their defenses.

Zhang - the ancestor of the Japanese - the master of white-knuckle warfare - the former big knife team - Da Biao has used the knife in his hand to remind the little devils of the memory of the Tang Dynasty, and his commando team and the soldiers of the first battalion have killed many devils.

But their casualties were also heavy, with only a dozen men left in the entire assault team, and only a third of the fighters of the first battalion could continue to fight.

But they didn't intend to stop their pace, just take a short break and then continue to attack.

These people were like sharp drills, shattering the Sakata United defense.

He and Li Yunlong then met at the command post of the Sakata United.

Looking at Zhang Dabiao, who was covered in blood, Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want his love general to have three strengths and two shortcomings.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their joy could not be hidden.

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the ruins in front of him and said:

"Commander, we've made a fortune this time! Sakata's headquarters was served by us! One big Zuo, two middle Zuo, and one Shaozuo. ”

"Hahaha, look at your kid's appearance. A devil's Dazuo will make you unable to find the north, if you kill a major general, won't you have to go to heaven? ”

After a long search, they lifted the wood and ropes, and found the dead Sakata Nobutsu in the ruined headquarters.

This old devil was hit head-on by a cannonball, and died in a terrible state, the upper and lower parts of the body had been separated.

But his head and command knife are intact.

Even because of the suddenness of the incident, and Nobuzhe Sakata felt that he would not lose, his wing flag remained.

Although this wing flag has long been incomplete due to artillery fire, it is also the only Devil Army flag captured on the battlefield at present.

"Historically, until the end of World War II, we have not been able to capture a single Japanese flag. Because the Japanese army's battle regulations stipulate that when it is judged that the battle situation is in danger of annihilation, the military flag must be burned. If the wing flag is gone, it will be equivalent to the abolition of the establishment."

"With this corpse, the brigade commander should not be held accountable for disobedience, and my head should be saved."

"Take it away, take it away, put it in a sack."

The fighters of the guard platoon loaded Sakata's body into the sack that originally contained the bullet casing, fastened the mouth of the bag and carried it on their shoulders.

"Command the knife! Don't forget Lao Tzu's command knife, this is an adjutant knife, and you can exchange it for a lot of good things when the time comes. And that broken flag, this thing even the division commander has to come to beg me. ”

The offensive continued, and the new regiment, which was not short of guns and ammunition, was fighting more and more smoothly.

Although there were no shells left for the sixty men, the ammunition for the Stokes mortars was quite sufficient. When it encountered the devil's difficult firepower point, it directly bombarded it with one shot.

The warriors marched all the way, and the momentum was like a bamboo. The combination of light machine guns, grenades can easily break up the enemy's infantry that is not assembled.

Half an hour later, the last remaining troops were also withdrawn from the frontal battlefield.

The new regiment tore through the devil's defense line on the Cangyunling battlefield and successfully broke through head-on.