After everything was ready and Wang Chengzhu also came to Liujia Village with four ammunitionmen, Yang Yuanshan ordered the troops to set off while it was still early.

Although he was preparing for a night attack, he didn't want to rush in the middle of the night.

In these days, there are no street lamps or anything like that, and if you don't light torches in the middle of the night, there will be quite a lot of soldiers who will be left behind unconsciously.

And if you light the torches, the target of the three hundred people is too big, and it is easy to attract the attention of people from all walks of life.

Seeing the soldiers walking out of the village with guns, kettles, dry food, bullets and other items, the villagers of Liujia Village couldn't help but mutter:

"Our team is going to fight the little devils again! Won't we have meat to eat again? ”

During this time, they all had experience.

As long as the soldiers of the special service company make a big move, when they return from the battle, they will give them some good things.

Let them be extremely poor and stained.

Although, correspondingly, they also needed to help the soldiers with chores such as sewing clothes, caring for the wounded, carrying trophies, and cooking.

At this moment, seeing the soldiers of the special service company dispatching, they all secretly thought to themselves that they had to prepare firewood in advance, and when the soldiers of the special service company came back, they could immediately help them boil water, treat the wounded, and take a bath.

"The army and the people are united as one, try to see who can be the enemy in the world", that's it!

This is also one of the reasons why the Eighth Route Army can fight in the base area and become stronger and stronger.

……

The team of more than 300 people is not small.

There were also sixty war horses, all carrying ammunition boxes and heavy machine guns and mortars on their backs.

took action, but also shocked the birds along the way.

Yang Yuanshan arranged for Li Dahe, the platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon, to lead people to open the road in front of him early on, but he did not encounter any accidents.

The Qingshan prisoner of war camp was forty or fifty miles away from Liujia Village, and the soldiers of the special service company walked for several hours and were so tired that they were sweating all over their bodies before they came to a forest four or five miles away from the prisoner of war camp.

Yang Yuanshan ordered everyone to hide in the woods, eat dry food and drink water, and silently wait for darkness to come.

At this time, Li Dahe, the platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon, also came to report:

"Company commander, everything is normal in the direction of the prisoner of war camp."

"Good!

Have you seen what direction their phone lines are in?

Wait a minute, send someone to stand by the phone line, and cut all the phone lines as soon as they hear our cannon sound, understand? ”

"Understood!"

Li Dahe nodded in agreement.

In fact, Yang Yuanshan knew that for such an important facility as the Qingshan prisoner of war camp, there was a high probability that the little devil would be equipped with a radio and a telephone at the same time, and simply cutting the telephone line might not prevent the enemy from asking for help from his superiors.

But as long as the little devils in the prisoner of war camp can't contact the little devils nearby to come over to support in the shortest possible time, it will be a success.

After all, sending a telegram to the superiors, and then the superiors mobilizing reinforcements, there was a delay in some time.

It must not be as quick as the prisoner of war camp to call the nearby little devil stronghold directly.

What's more, what if there is no radio in the POW camp, or if the radio happens to be out of order?

Wouldn't that make a lot of money?

After arranging Li Dahe, Yang Yuanshan called several platoon commanders such as Han Yang and Wang Xikui to his front and assigned tasks:

"Just like the last time we hit Wanjia Town, let's do it again in the middle of the night this time.

With the sound of artillery as a signal, when Wang Chengzhu opened fire to hit the little devil's Type 92 infantry cannon, you led people to rush straight.

After rushing into the range of 60 mortars, he immediately set up artillery to bombard the heavy machine guns in the four corners of the wall of the little devils.

Then two heavy machine guns also paid attention to choosing a suitable position to establish machine-gun positions to cover the mortars and the charging fighters.

Do you understand? ”

"Understood!"

Morale was high for everyone.

Thinking of the success of the last time they hit Wanjia Town, they felt that this time it should not be difficult.

Yang Yuanshan saw that they were a little underestimated, and hurriedly ordered:

"The walls of the prisoner of war camp are very high, and you must wait until the artillery has blown down the enemy's walls before you can continue to charge, and you must not let the soldiers die easily!

If you can solve problems with bullets and shells, don't fight with a white knuckle!

In this prisoner of war camp, the number of little devils is only a little more than a hundred, and we have an advantage in terms of number and firepower. ”

Unlike other teams in the Eighth Route Army, which were extremely short of bullets and shells, Yang Yuanshan relied on the "Killing Enemy Explosives Equipment System" and had very sufficient ammunition, so he only wanted to bombard the enemy with firepower.

Anyway, the little devil is not iron, if a bullet goes down, these dogs will have to fight the street honestly!

The officers of the special service company had long been accustomed to Yang Yuanshan's local tyrant style, and they all nodded in agreement to his "inhumane" order.

And Wang Chengzhu and a few other borrowed people were envious in their hearts, and said in their hearts: When can our machine gun platoon be able to do this with unlimited shells!

So blissful!

At this time, Han Yang couldn't help but ask:

"Company commander, if we don't attack the prisoner of war camp in the shortest possible time, what if the devil sees that the situation is not good and kills the prisoner of war?"

"What? Kill prisoners of war? This is a violation of the Geneva Conventions! ”

Even the instructor Xu Shaobai's face showed a bit of incredulity.

He went to university, and although he dropped out in a year, he was more knowledgeable and even knew the Geneva Conventions.

In the month since joining the spy company, he gritted his teeth and trained with the soldiers, and his originally delicate face has become a little purple.

"The little devil is mad and can do anything. Didn't the monk just say that the little devils in this prisoner of war camp used prisoners of war to do hand-to-hand combat training, and killed many prisoners of war. ”

Yang Yuanshan sneered.

For Xu Shaobai, the instructor, he is quite satisfied.

Although he is a white-faced scholar, he did not complain during training, and now he is on the battlefield, and he is not scared to pee his pants.

After sleeping and washing his face again, Wei Dayong, who was in much better spirits, nodded hurriedly:

"Not bad. The time I escaped from the prisoner of war camp, five or six of our prisoners of war of the Central Army were killed by the little devils in hand-to-hand combat. ”

"Ah, company commander, shouldn't we rush into the prisoner of war camp and rescue the prisoners of war in one go?

Instead of slowly blowing up the walls of this prisoner of war camp by artillery shelling?

Our two mortars, used to blow up the wall, I'm afraid the power is not enough, the speed is very slow, right? ”

Xu Shaobai was extremely surprised.

"It can't be slow. I can't joke with the lives of the soldiers. ”

Yang Yuanshan is categorical.

If the little devil wants to kill the prisoners of war, he can't stop it, so he can only wait to break the prisoner of war camp and kill the little devils cleanly!

Hearing this, the faces of everyone present became very ugly.

On the way here, they had already heard Wei Dayong say that in this prisoner of war camp, there were not only prisoners of the Central Army, but also prisoners of the Jin Sui Army, and even prisoners of their Eighth Route Army.

If you are killed by the little devils, it is simply the anger of people and gods!

Yang Yuanshan saw everyone's expressions, and said with a slight smile:

"You don't have to worry too much, I have another killer weapon that may be able to blow down the little devil's wall soon."

As he spoke, he glanced at a huge gasoline drum on a warhorse next to him, which was tightly held by several thick wires, and looked very sturdy.

This was the seizure of Wanjia Town.

There were several of them, and he brought one with him this time.

"Ah, what's the killer feature?"

Everyone was curious.

"I brought a cannon with a caliber of more than 300 mm!"

Yang Yuanshan smiled.