Chapter 1853: Quick Decision

With the help of the system's early warning function, Ye Tian quickly found a reverse slope position.

This is a small earthen hill, about 30 meters high and 200 meters long.

After arriving here, Ye Tian's mind moved again.

In an instant, 300 dead soldiers from the first, second and reserve teams of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army came to the outside world.

This time, Ye Tian equipped them with conscienceless cannons.

Every two dead soldiers operated one, a total of 150.

Equipped with large explosive packs, each conscienceless cannon has ten.

Considering the large number of people and horses, in order to prevent being noticed by the devils and traitors 1,000 meters ahead, Ye Tian did not forget to release Fujiwara Kumiko's seven-man special forces.

"Fujiwara Kumiko, you divide into two groups and keep a close eye on the devils and traitors.

When you find the devils and traitors looking this way, snipe them!"

After receiving the order, Fujiwara Kumiko nodded heavily.

Then, she took Ono Yuri, Honda Wuping and others to the two sides of the small hill.

After arriving, they all wore binoculars and held a Type 38 rifle, ready to snipe the devils or traitors at any time.

At the same time, under Ye Tian's order, the dead soldiers adjusted the muzzle of the conscienceless cannon according to the distribution of the devils and traitors in front and the characteristics of the terrain.

Waiting for the dead soldiers to make gestures of being ready, Ye Tian's face sank.

Under the close watch of the dead soldiers, Ye Tian held a torch and lit a fuse.

"Sizzle..."

The fuse started to burn rapidly as soon as it was lit.

Accompanied by a burst of green smoke, suddenly, this conscienceless cannon suddenly made a dull and powerful noise.

"Boom!"

"Swoosh!"

Accompanied by a thunderous noise, a large explosive pack ran towards the devils and traitors 1,000 meters away.

On the other side, under the urgent command of Ishiguro Fumi, the Japanese and the traitors were quickly harvesting the remnants of He Zhili's brigade.

Suddenly, with their excellent military qualities, the Japanese all discovered something very bad.

1,000 meters away, there is a heavy artillery position of the Chinese government army.

The most important thing is that the Chinese government army is bombing them!

A heavy artillery shell can easily blow up a large deep pit with a diameter of 10 to 20 meters.

The key point is that there will be absolutely no corpses around the point where the shell falls.

Realizing this, although they don't know why the Chinese heavy artillery position appeared here and when it appeared, the Japanese immediately made tactical evasive actions according to the provisions of the "Army Military Manual".

Without any hesitation, they all lay down on the ground.

Then, they hoped that the shells would not fall very close to them.

In a word, the Japanese were gambling their lives.

The rhythm was driven by the Japanese, and the traitors followed suit.

Unfortunately, the traitors' lying postures were not standard.

Even if they were lucky enough not to appear at the center of the explosion, their internal organs would definitely be shattered.

The reason is very simple. When they lie down, their chests and abdomens, like their limbs, are all pressed against the ground.

On the other hand, the Japanese soldiers try their best to keep their chests and abdomens pressed against the ground.

Only by doing so can the harm caused by the shock wave with the power of destroying withered trees and rotten wood be minimized to the greatest extent.

In fact, the Japanese soldiers will soon understand a reality.

No matter how good their lying postures are to avoid the bombardment, they cannot escape this disaster.

The reason is very simple. The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army did not intend to save large explosive packs this time.

The most important thing is that this large explosive pack is loaded with too much explosives. Although it is not as far as heavy artillery shells, its power is far more powerful than heavy artillery shells.

On the other side, seeing the master launch a large explosive pack, 150 dead soldiers hurriedly did the same.

In an instant, the deafening sound of the launch continued to come from behind the small earth hill.

At the same time, large explosive packs were all running towards the devils and traitors.

"Boom boom boom..."

After overwhelming the devils and traitors, the large explosive packs exploded one after another.

For a moment, the location where the devils and traitors were staying was quickly shrouded in billowing smoke.

Naturally, many devils and traitors died under this high-intensity firepower attack.

Ishiguro Fumi was lucky. He did not die in the first round of explosions.

Looking at these large explosive packs flying all over the sky with his eyes wide open, Ishiguro Fumi thought of the name of a big killer.

No conscience cannon!

Ishiguro Fumi knew that he had misjudged the situation just now.

The Chinese anti-Japanese armed forces did not use heavy artillery, but used this powerful killer.

Although he had never witnessed the lethality of this killer before, Ishiguro Fumi had heard of it many times.

This large explosive pack can easily kill or injure dozens of people when it explodes after or before it hits the ground.

If it falls in a crowded place, it can even kill or injure hundreds of people.

Soon, Ishiguro Fumi confirmed his guess.

Ishiguro Fumi was dumbfounded to find that under the bombing of large explosive packs, the Japanese and traitors were really killed and injured in large numbers.

Even it itself was hit in the face by a piece of intestine flying like lightning.

"Pop!"

Since he was so close to the explosion center, like the Japanese soldiers and traitors who had not been killed, Ishiguro Fumi was also deaf.

Although this was the case, the severe pain on his face clearly told him that this piece of intestine had hit him hard.

"Ah..."

Subconsciously, Ishiguro Fumi let out a miserable howl.

While howling, in order to continue to live, Ishiguro Fumi decided to immediately activate the emergency situation.

Ishiguro Fumi meant to immediately notify the infantry artillery squadron and let the six Type 92 infantry guns immediately return fire on the Chinese artillery positions.

Unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is very skinny.

Before Ishiguro Fumi had time to issue an order, he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

"Boom boom boom..."

There were repeated explosions from the direction of the infantry artillery squadron.

It was obvious that the shells of the six infantry guns were caused by the unscrupulous guns.

Looking at the bodies of his subordinates that were blown into the sky, Ishiguro Fumi's face was extremely ugly.

Ishiguro Fumi knew that if there were no accidents this time, the organization of the Ishiguro Brigade would be crippled.

To put it bluntly, it was difficult for his subordinates to survive.

Staring blankly at everything around him, Ishiguro Fumi soon could not see anything.

The reason was simple. After the gorgeous mushroom clouds were quickly generated, they immediately expanded and grew larger.

And these gunpowder smoke easily blocked Ishiguro Fumi's sight.

For a while, Ishiguro Fumi's expression was very colorful.

At the same time, Ishiguro Fumi still had a lot of thoughts.

This time, judging from the situation, it was definitely difficult to escape the tragedy of being ordered to commit suicide by disembowelment.

Thinking of this, Ishiguro Fumi shook his head with a wry smile, and pulled out a short knife from behind.

Then, Ishiguro Fumi began to unbutton his shirt.

With a face full of regret, Ishiguro Fumi knelt on the ground, intending to commit suicide by disembowelment quickly.

What made Ishiguro Fumi depressed was that he didn't even have time to commit suicide by disembowelment.

A large explosive pack exploded three meters above Ishiguro Fumi's head.

In the explosion, Ishiguro Fumi's body was reduced to pieces.

At the same time, Ishiguro Fumi's thoughts immediately stagnated.

At the moment when his thoughts stagnated, Ishiguro Fumi's mind was filled with a cherry tree at the door of his hometown.