As the tanks of the Special Service Group began to retreat, the little devil instantly felt despair.

Because the artillery fire they are facing is getting harder and harder!

There are more than 30 heavy guns in the artillery battalion, 8 Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft guns and 14 machine guns in the anti-aircraft artillery battalion, as well as 10 Type 92 infantry guns and 2 81-mm mortars from the artillery company of Wang Quanfa's 3rd battalion!

Under the full firepower, the little devil was directly blown up and dizzy, screaming again and again, wishing that he had never been born by their unlucky parents.

On Shuiquan City, when Pinglu Yongfu saw this situation, he was immediately shocked and angry, and roared with red eyes:

"Yaga!

The artillery shells of the Tubalu are more abundant than our locust army??

Eight grid tooth road! ”

Imamura reminded:

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, Tubalu may have mobilized all the shells to attack us, and if we want to consume their shells, I'm afraid it's not very likely!

Their artillery must be destroyed as soon as possible! ”

How could Yuo Hiraku not know this?

He even had a hunch that if he didn't deal with the heavy artillery of the secret service group, the seemingly impregnable wall of Shuiquan might be blown down.

When the other party rushes up, the fourth brigade can only be shattered.

Thinking of this, he immediately made up his mind, suddenly stood up from under the battlements of the broken city wall, pulled out the command knife at his waist, waved it wildly, and roared:

"Hurry up and drop!

Order Nishizaki-kun, at all costs, rush over and destroy the artillery of Dirt Eight Road! ”

He thought that he could boost the morale of the warriors under his command in this way, but just as he finished speaking, a fatal bullet flew and directly smashed his head into a rotten watermelon!

This is naturally Wang Xikui's handiwork, when Yang Yuanshan let his sharpshooter squad attack freely, he lurked in a crater four or five hundred meters below Shuiquan City, trying to catch a big fish.

I finally found this opportunity, and finally killed with one blow!

Perfect!

Of course, he didn't know that he had already killed the supreme military commander of this little devil in Shuiquan City, Major General Yuo Hiraku!

In his simple cognition, the one who can wield a saber must be an officer, and it will be over if he is killed!

Just right!

Yuo Hiraku fell, and Imamura Junhei suddenly shouted in horror:

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander!"

Then he hurriedly pounced on to check the other party's situation.

However, when he saw Yuo Pinglu's rotten watermelon-like head, he instantly despaired.

Even a fool can see that his esteemed brigade commander, His Excellency, is dead.

At this time, he felt an infinite pressure pressing on his head.

Now, the fate of the 4th Brigade is on his shoulders!

In an instant, he felt the cold sweat on his head come down.

What to do?

For a moment, he was at a loss.

He even wanted to look up to the sky and sigh: I'm a chief of staff!

Why should I be in charge?

……

Imamura was stunned, but the fierce battle did not end without a half-minute.

The soldiers of the secret service group frantically poured cannonballs and bullets on the heads of the little devils.

They were beaten bitterly.

They want to fight back, but they can't.

Because the artillery of the secret service regiment is all out of the range of their rifles, grenadiers, and light machine guns.

Only a dozen of their heavy machine guns could barely fight back, but because of the distance, the hit rate was all up to providence.

Moreover, as soon as these heavy machine guns were fired, they would be targeted by the artillery of the special service regiment, and after a fierce battle, they lost seventy-seven or eighty-eight of their dozen heavy machine guns.

Faced with such a tricky situation, the captain of the 11th Brigade, Nishizaki Nobuku, had a bitter face on his face.

After lying on the ground and hammering the ground, he could only grit his teeth and roar angrily:

"At all costs, rush over and destroy the artillery of the Dirt Eight Road!

For the glory of the locusts, kill and give—"

……

With Nishizaki Xuanfuku's order, the remaining more than 1,000 little devils of the 11th Brigade and the 12th Brigade immediately increased their speed, crawled and squatted, and tried every means to dodge the blow of artillery fire while rushing towards the Type 92 infantry artillery position of the third battalion of the special service regiment.

- This is the closest artillery position of the Special Service Corps to them.

Since the maximum firing range of the Type 92 infantry gun was only 2,800 meters, Lu Wenyi, commander of the artillery company of the third battalion, set up his position about 2,000 meters outside Shuiquan City.

At this moment, seeing more than a thousand little devils rushing towards his position, Lu Wenyi was a little flustered.

Heart: The little devil raised by the son of a bitch, you are bullying Lao Tzu is a soft persimmon, right?

But he reached out and touched the box cannon on his waist, settled down again, and shouted:

"The little devil rushed and fired at full speed!

Run out of shells! ”

It's a pity that their company is armed with 10 Type 92 infantry guns and 2 82mm mortars.

Although the Type 92 infantry gun is light and flexible, it is very suitable for the terrain of Jindi, but this thing has a slow rate of fire and is less powerful when attacking fortifications.

At this moment, under the frantic charge of the little devils, the shortcomings of the slow rate of fire were very obvious.

Even if the soldiers, gunners, and ammunition men worked hard, each cannon could shoot about 10 shells in one minute.

It's not as powerful as those two 82mm mortars, which can shoot nearly 20 shells in one minute!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

On the battlefield, the sound of artillery was incessant, and there was no pause at all.

Although Lu Wenyi commanded the soldiers of the artillery company of the third battalion to fire frantically, and the artillery of the artillery battalion and the anti-aircraft artillery battalion helped to help, the little devils were not weak chickens, and it took nearly half an hour for four or five hundred little devils to rush to the position three or four hundred meters in front of the position of the artillery company of the third battalion.

Begin to aim at them and "snap" and "snap" and put down the gun.

At this moment, the soldiers of the artillery company also began to suffer casualties.

And the density of artillery fire has become more sparse.

Yang Yuanshan saw it behind him, and immediately ordered Wang Quanfa:

"Wang Quanfa, let your artillery company blow up the artillery and retreat!"

Wang Quanfa was stunned, and hurriedly ran over and asked:

"Commander, that's 12 guns!

All blown up?

You're going to be punished by your superiors! ”

"Let you blow it up, you will blow it up!

Isn't that the 92 and 82 pressing?

What is it?

We don't have much in the warehouse, do we? ”

Yang Yuanshan is rich and honest.

"Commander, there's no need!

The soldiers of our artillery company are all equipped with box guns, even if the little devils rush to our position and fight white-knuckle battles, we are not afraid of them! ”

Wang Quanfa continued to persuade.

"Wang Quanfa!

What kind of white-knuckle battle does artillery fight?

Lao Tzu's artillery is more important than artillery!

If you want to withdraw, you will withdraw! ”

Yang Yuanshan was furious.

Now it's a fierce battle!

How can there be so much time to wrestle?

If the order is given a minute late, how many fighters will be sacrificed?

Wang Quanfa saw that he was angry, and immediately didn't dare to say anything, so he could only agree and immediately go to arrange.

Soon, the fighters of the artillery company of the third battalion received this outrageous order.

Naturally, the fighters were extremely reluctant.

However, under Wang Quanfa's strict orders, he quickly used up all the last shells on the position, and then stuffed the grenades into the barrels, blew up the artillery, and evacuated their positions.

The little devil originally thought that he would soon be able to occupy one of the artillery positions of the special service regiment, and then turn the muzzle to bombard other artillery positions, but now he was stunned when he saw that the soldiers of the special mission actually blew up the artillery so cleanly.

They roared:

"Yaga!

Dirt Eight Road Evil! ”

Seeing this, the leader of Nishizaki Xuanfu immediately understood that his task might not be completed.

He looked up slightly, looking around.

I saw that the two brigades of nearly 2,000 locust warriors who were brought out of the city, and now in addition to the wounded soldiers lying on the ground and wailing, there are less than 500 people left who still have combat effectiveness!

On the other hand, there were still more than a thousand meters away from another artillery position of the special service group, and he suddenly felt very desperate.

He knew that today, the 11th Brigade and the 12th Brigade he brought out would definitely be shattered.

Although he was desperate, he still refused to be restrained, and he rose up with the rest of his body, jumped up suddenly, and roared angrily:

"Warriors of the Locust Army, let these vicious earth rats see the bravery of our Locust Army!

His Majesty the Locust is onboard, kill and give—"

He then took the lead in rushing towards the anti-aircraft artillery positions of the secret service.

Driven by him, the remaining four or five hundred little devils immediately ignored the shrapnel flying in the sky, jumped up very desperately, and launched a decisive charge behind Nishizaki Xuanfu.

……

Seeing that the little devil was so brave, Han Yang couldn't help but say to Yang Yuanshan:

"Regiment leader, the fighting will of this group of little devils is really admirable!"

Although he was an enemy, Yang Yuanshan had to nod and admit:

"Yes!

The current little devils are indeed still elite.

But this is also their last struggle, and in another two years, you will never see the scene of the little devil charging so desperately. ”

There was one thing he didn't say, and that was - when the time comes, all you can see is that the little devils are lining up to raise their hands and surrender.

"Haha, won't we be able to easily beat them then?"

Han Yang smiled happily.

"Of course, don't talk about that time, right now, don't you think we're beating them?"

Yang Yuanshan pointed to the battlefield in front of him.

Han Yang took a look, and he could see that the little devil who stood up and charged was being beaten in two by Feng Shuanglin's anti-aircraft guns and machine guns in batches.

The scene is terrible!

Just now, these guys were lying on the ground and crawling forward, Feng Shuanglin's anti-aircraft guns and machine guns did not play their greatest role, and at this time they had to stand up and charge, so how could Feng Shuanglin let them go?

Even if they run faster than Bolt, they can't compare to those anti-aircraft guns and machine gun shells!

……

After about ten minutes, the sound of artillery on the battlefield gradually became thin.

The two brigades of the little devil who went out of the city were drowned by Yang Yuanshan with cannonballs outside Shuiquan City!

He immediately ordered the telegraph operator:

"Telegrapher, go and send a report to the commander, just say that in half an hour, the special mission will be killed in Shuiquan City!"

(End of chapter)

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