Chapter 178 Pillar! Where's Your Fucking French Cannon?

Eighth Route Army Headquarters, Combat Meeting Room.

The deputy commander-in-chief walked in from outside with a face full of anger. He untied the belt around his waist and slammed it on the table angrily.

"How is this battle fought? The logistics department and the hospital have just been moved, and the enemy has come so quickly? Could it be that Shinozuka Yoshio has opened his eyes?"

The current logistics department is very important to the entire army. Whether it is people or machines, it will affect the development of the entire battle situation.

More than a thousand Japanese soldiers have quietly touched there, and anyone would be very anxious.

However, the deputy chief of staff had seen through everything long ago, and he was still so elegant at this time. He picked up a porcelain jar from the table next to him and handed it to his old partner, then said confidently:

"Calm down. I just looked at the battle reports sent back by various troops. Except for that battalion, all the devils in the First Army are under our surveillance."

"The group of devils that broke into the logistics department's alert circle have already left their deployment. It's obviously a blind cat catching a dead mouse. The terrain of the base is so complicated, it is likely that they got lost and sneaked in."

"Don't you know what level Ou Liang is? What's more, there are no artillery towers or bunkers there. It's completely our home ground. I rushed in without knowing what was going on. Now I guess I've become fertilizer."

Dinglingling, as soon as the voice fell, the phone in the combat meeting room rang.

The deputy chief of staff strode over and picked up the phone, and the voice of the head of the guard regiment came from the other end.

"Report to the commander, the crisis has been resolved, and 90% of the enemies have been killed by us. The remaining devils are hiding on the high ground northwest of the logistics department. Our troops are ready to launch an attack."

Ou Liang's voice was like a bell, and even the deputy commander-in-chief was still some distance away from the phone, he could hear it clearly. He walked over to take the phone and said sternly:

"This is a group of isolated enemies. They have no support. Eat them quickly."

"After the battle, your guard regiment will immediately cooperate with the 25th, 38th, new 2nd and 772nd regiments of the First Death Column, and move with the logistics department according to the previous plan. Now that place is no longer safe!"

"Yes! Guarantee to complete the task!"

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Generally speaking, under the shadow of death, people can burst out huge potential.

After passing through the firepower network of the anti-aircraft artillery unit, the surviving 100 devils ran to the high ground chosen by their captain before his death.

Seeing that someone dared to relax his vigilance, he sat on the ground to rest carelessly.

Yu Nitta, who had just escaped death, was furious. He drew out his command knife and cursed as he urged the soldiers to prepare for battle with him.

I have to admit that Yamazaki, the old devil, has a sharp vision. This high ground is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is very suitable for deploying troops and setting up defenses. The devils built a defensive position here from a high position.

Although it is not a one-man-stand-and-ten-man-stand-open situation, it also limits the width of the battlefield, resulting in the number of attacking guards not exceeding 400 people.

After a wave of tentative attacks, Captain Ou frowned, and the casualties made him somewhat unacceptable.

In the previous battle, their guards killed more than a thousand devils, and only more than a hundred casualties.

Heavy machine guns, mortars and ambush circles consumed the enemy's manpower, and many people died on the way to the charge.

If the opponent's dying counterattack was not a bit fierce, he could even control the casualties below 100.

Such a battle is naturally very exciting, but the consumption of ammunition is a bit large. The artillerymen fought too passionately in the battle, resulting in insufficient artillery cover.

Under the current conditions, forcing an upward attack would be irresponsible to comrades.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. It only takes fifteen minutes to go from their position to the logistics department, and their guard regiment can wait for this time.

But who knew that Li Yunlong and Cheng Xiazi came before the shells arrived.

The 772nd Regiment made great efforts in the first and second phases of the Hundred Regiments Campaign, and the soldiers of the whole regiment were very tired.

This anti-mopping-up campaign requires running back and forth between the base and the enemy's occupied area. Considering the efficiency issue, the deputy commander-in-chief asked the 772nd Regiment to be the reserve.

Their stationed position is closest to the logistics department. At the beginning of the battle, Cheng Xiazi asked the brigade commander for instructions. After obtaining approval, he came to support with a battalion of troops.

The situation of the New Second Regiment is similar. It is also resting and guarding around the logistics department.

Li Yunlong has made great gains in both stages, but the foundation of the basic regiment is there. No matter how to control casualties, the combat personnel in the regiment are less than 1,000.

Although their location is relatively far away, there are many trucks in the regiment.

Recently, Lao Li has been training the soldiers' driving skills, which is considered to be the candidates for the parachute troops in advance, and transporting supplies to the front-line troops. The captured trucks have been in their regiment.

After the battle began, he was concerned about the Yellow River and went straight to the logistics department without asking for instructions. Zhao Gang stayed at the regiment headquarters to ask his superiors for instructions.

After seeing the panoramic view of the battlefield, Li Yunlong, who had seen many storms, took a breath.

The bodies of the devils were so twisted that he didn't understand what weapons could cause such a scene.

But now is not the time to gossip. Li Da came to Ou Liang and asked in confusion:

"Lao Ou, what's the situation now? Why didn't your guard regiment attack? Didn't you just say that there were only more than a hundred devils left? A large regiment, can't it be handled?"

"I think people like you and Lao Kong should step back when attacking. I can't defend, and you can't attack."

"We have our own specialties. If you can't do it, let me and Cheng Xiazi do it."

Li Yunlong said this without intending to mock, as the two had a good relationship. He saw his old comrade frowning, and thought that the other party was struggling with how to fight.

After all, in Lao Li's mind, Ou Liang was a defensive warrior in positional warfare, just like Kong Jie, and they were more or less rigid when attacking.

If the other party didn't mind, the 772nd Regiment and the New 2nd Regiment would go together to reduce casualties and end the battle quickly.

As soon as this was said, Ou Liang rolled his eyes.

Of course, he had seen Li Yunlong's command. His wild imagination and battlefield judgment ability were among the best in the 386th Brigade.

He also understood the good intentions of his old comrade, and that he must have been allowed to come here with the approval of his superiors, so he began to introduce:

"The remaining Japanese soldiers are hiding on the high ground. They have repaired some defensive fortifications and are defending the high ground. Even a battalion of troops cannot be deployed there."

"My artillery mortar shells are insufficient, and I am returning to the logistics department to replenish them. When they return, the soldiers will launch a general attack under the cover of artillery fire to avoid a refueling tactic."

Blind Cheng on the side looked at the high ground in the northwest with a telescope. If he attacked the high ground from outside the range of the Japanese, he would need to attack from above for at least 500 meters.

Although mortars are very suitable for this complex terrain, even with artillery cover, the casualties of the soldiers would not be small. Considering this complex situation, he said hesitantly:

"Why don't we use earthwork to dig, so that the soldiers can rush less and try to reduce casualties."

"The head of the Digital Regiment can't be so stupid. I wrote this to complain."

The woodworking digging mentioned by Blind Cheng should be called extended trenches. This move is the deputy division commander's unique skill, and almost all officers and soldiers above the 129th Division level can do it.

The principle of this tactic is not difficult, but it has many advantages.

Under appropriate circumstances, it can conceal the troops' mobile forces and reduce the impact of the enemy's heavy firepower on the soldiers.

Since the trenches extend to the enemy's frontline positions, to a certain extent, they can launch surprise attacks and increase the suddenness of the battle. Once they are successfully extended to the enemy's defense gap, they can also make a detour and completely disrupt the deployment of the defenders.

However, this tactic is very challenging for the officers and soldiers to perform on the spot. Not knowing how to adapt will only bring disaster to the soldiers.

This is because the troops have a large target during the excavation process, and because of the large amount of engineering, there is a possibility of being discovered by the enemy.

Because the number of trenches is limited and the exit capacity is small, it is difficult for each group to assist each other. Smart enemies will find and defeat them one by one.

After hearing Cheng Xiazi's proposal, Li Yunlong immediately widened his eyes and pretended to be unbelievable. He reached out and touched the other's forehead, then said exaggeratedly:

"Hey, you don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense? We are now in southeastern Shanxi, not the Loess Plateau. Even if the soldiers use engineer shovels, it is difficult to dig. What should we do if we encounter big rocks?"

"According to your proposal, we have to start digging from outside the enemy's range, and the digging depth must be at least greater than the height of the soldiers. I assume that two people are working side by side in one trench, and it will take more than a day to dig all day long."

"I don't know whether the Japanese will laugh at you when the time comes. The deputy commander will definitely twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot. Aren't you actively giving the enemy a chance to wait for reinforcements?

Speaking of this, Li Yunlong paused, picked up the telescope to observe, and then continued to express his views.

"The enemy is not stupid. They must have arranged a multi-gradient defense position in depth. No one will be stupid enough to squeeze all of them in the first trench. ”

“When the time comes, the grenade launcher will fire at the trench you dug. If it hits a stone, the whole squad will be scrapped. Don’t you know how accurate the grenade launcher is?”

The rapid-fire evidence made Cheng the blind man speechless. He knew that his old squad leader had no ill intentions, so he humbly asked:

“Old Li, how do you think we should fight this battle? I really can’t bear to see the soldiers risk their lives to clear the way.”

For Li Yunlong, the blind man’s question was like someone offering him a pillow just when he was dozing off.

Although Li Yunlong has changed a lot in this year, his bad habit of showing off has always been with him. He will not miss such a chance to show off.

Old Li glanced at the soldiers around him. After whetting everyone’s appetite, he waved his hand and said to the people behind him:

“Zhu Zi! Where are your fucking French women! Lift them all up for me! "

The division commander assigned all the ten Miss 75 to the 386th Brigade, but these big treasures were too heavy, and it was difficult for the troops to carry these more than one-ton guns around.

In addition, this anti-mopping-up operation was a test of mobility, so all these guns were left in the New Second Regiment.

"I want to see if you can use it. Aim directly at the high ground in front! Prepare to bomb him!"

After hearing the order from his own regiment commander, Wang Chengzhu excitedly commanded the soldiers of the New Second Regiment.

They pulled the Miss 75 off the truck a little unfamiliarly, and then pushed it to the artillery position that had just been selected. This distance is very safe and no enemy can touch it.

The devils on the opposite high ground had long lost the Type 97 81mm mortar and Type 92 infantry gun.

The two weapons that were dangerous to us were blown into pieces in the first wave of attacks launched by the Guards Regiment.

Zhu Zi had not been in contact with these foreign girls for a long time, but he had already figured out the characteristics of beauties. Even though it was not the first time he saw these big treasures, he was still excited to the point of trembling.

He touched the military green gun barrel and excitedly shouted to Li Yunlong:

"Captain! It's been a whole year! Do you know how much preparation I have made for this day?"

"Today I don't want to follow the old rules! Just for this one time! You give the order! How many shells to fire!"

These ambiguous words made Captain Li's head full of black lines. He waved his hand helplessly and said:

"Don't be a spendthrift. If you use too many shells, Zhang Wan will bite me. Just fire ten guns for one minute!"

Wang Chengzhu heard nothing except ten guns and one minute.

He checked all the 75 ladies in order, then stood on the left side of the position and made the same action as a dog meat poet Qianfoshan bombarded the Dragon King!

"Fire!"

On the high ground in the northwest, the Japanese were exhausted to the limit.

Originally, they could have fought a few more waves with one breath, but the Eighth Route Army was slow to attack, so they lost their last breath.

Yuichi Nitta patrolled the position like a zombie. As the commander of this unit, he knew that if he didn't do something, he would die.

After gathering several squad leaders and a squadron leader, he imitated the dead ghost Yamazaki, clenched his right hand into a fist with his palm facing up, and then quickly opened his five fingers.

"Gentlemen, we are not surrounded now, but nailed in the heart of the Eighth Route Army! When the reinforcements sent by Lieutenant General Shinozuka arrive! We can cooperate inside and outside to make a breakthrough."

This rhetoric is really wonderful. If these grassroots officers hadn't seen the reinforcements of the Eighth Route Army, they might have believed it.

Suddenly, there were bursts of roars in the distance! Followed by the whistling sound of high-explosive shells tearing the air.

The first round of ten shells ruthlessly bombarded the high ground where the devils were. At this distance, there was no test firing and it would not be off target.

Although the caliber was only 75mm, the Gallic Chicken's large chamber and strong charge of powder guns could produce the feeling of 105 plowing the land. The metal bullets with the breath of death completely destroyed the last hope of the Japanese.

The Miss 75 equipped with a recoil machine is a rapid-fire gun. Since it does not need to be pushed back to the gun position, it can spray fifteen shells per minute, and even the amazing firepower of thirty rounds can be reached in the extreme state.

It's a pity that Wang Chengzhu and the artillerymen are not proficient and missed a chance to have fun.

The nameless highland has fallen into a sea of ​​fire, and the few Japanese who are lucky enough to survive have become drooling idiots. They stared at the shells one by one in a daze, making a sound of "Aba Aba".

The soil was blown away by the shells again and again, and then poured down with ashes. Even the logistics department three kilometers away could feel the shock.

After one minute, everyone except Wang Chengzhu stared blankly at the highland in front.

Zhuzi slowly collapsed on the ground, his face flushed as he shouted to the back: "It's so empty! Deputy Minister Huang! I want 105! I want 155! I want 203!"

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Taiyuan, the headquarters of the First Army.

A staff officer hurried into the combat meeting room, holding a telegram in front of Shinozuka Yoshio.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General! Yamazaki Battalion called!"

In fact, when the staff officer appeared, the old devil knew what the content was.

If he was lucky, it would be Yamazaki's death, and the replacement commander would ask for support. If he was unlucky, it should be a farewell telegram.

This did not affect Shinozuka Yoshio's mood, because this deal was very cost-effective.

A battalion that was put together temporarily plus a lieutenant colonel of Diguo were insignificant to the mopping-up plan of the North China Front Army.

Yamazaki had no subsequent value when he could find the arsenal and hospital of the Eighth Route Army. It was naturally a good thing to survive, and it was not a loss at all to die.

As long as Asakawa Masayuki bombs a few more times, the Eighth Route Army will become miserable again, and the security problem in the area occupied by his First Army will be solved.

"Captain Yamazaki has died, and there are only more than 100 people left in our unit. We are fighting a desperate battle with the enemy. Request support!"

"As expected."

Yoshio Shinozuka nodded. A mere 1,000 people can't make any waves. In order not to disappoint his subordinates, the old devil still gave a hypocritical order:

"Let them hold on for another 40 minutes, the support of the Army Aviation will arrive soon!"

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, we lost contact with the Yamazaki Battalion five minutes ago."

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