"The edge of the blocking ditch is a broken line."

"The Japanese's bullets cannot hit you."

"I know." Mr. Li agreed and turned around and waved, "Groupe, let's go!"

Even more than fifty villagers carried the sacks of numbing sacks and quietly walked into the blockade ditch not far ahead in the night.

Li Yunlong waved his hand again, and the two platoons of soldiers quickly scattered.

Four machine guns and four 82 mortars were also mounted.

Uncle Li and more than 50 villagers soon arrived at the fifth blockade ditch. When he crossed the blockade ditch, he was discovered by the Japanese guard post without any disguise.

Even a sharp light shone over.

Co-organized this base, a high-power searchlight was also installed.

With the strong light of the searchlight, more than a hundred villagers were exposed.

"Baga, the Chinese people!"

"There are at least fifty people!"

"What are they carrying on their backs?"

"It seems like a bun, and it carries food!"

"Baga, these Chinese people are delivering food!"

"Stop them and never let them send their food!"

"Akita-kun, you bring an infantry unit, no, take two infantry units to stop them, and you can't let them send their food through the blockade ditch anyway."

"Chang Sang, you bring a platoon to work together."

Soon more than twenty Japanese soldiers emerged from the stronghold with great might.

Behind these twenty Japanese, more than thirty puppet troops were also followed.

"The Japanese are here, fellow villagers are running!" Seeing the Japanese puppet army coming, Uncle Li threw away the mabao and leaned over and slid into the blockade ditch, and then ran forward against the edge of the blockade ditch.

More than fifty villagers also leaned over and slid down the bottom of the blockade ditch, and ran away.

Seeing this scene, the more than 20 Japanese and more than 30 puppet troops immediately accelerated their pace, and fired their guns while speeding up to chase after him, and soon chased to the smuggling point that Mr. Li and the others had just passed.

A Japanese man picked up the bayonet and subconsciously stabbed a sack on the ground.

With a slight sound, the bayonet easily stabbed the sack directly, without any obstacles.

The Japanese felt something was wrong. They bent down and looked at the strong light of the searchlight. They saw that there was a cluster of wheat straw exposed in the gap? This is not food, it is fake!

"Baga!" the Japanese shouted.

"This is fake, we're fooled!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dense machine gun firepower shot from all over the world.

Then several shells fell among the Japanese puppet army and exploded.

With just a wave of firepower, more than 20 Japanese soldiers fell down, and half of the puppet troops were knocked down. The remaining puppet troops quickly fell to the ground and we surrendered!

The tricked Japanese puppet army was quickly annihilated.

Just under the noses of the Japanese puppet troops in the stronghold.

Seeing that the Japanese and puppet troops who had gone out were completely wiped out in less than five minutes, more than 20 Japanese and more than 60 puppet troops who remained in the stronghold were suddenly silent.

...

A stronghold near Lijia Town.

"Puff!" Wang Huaibao pulled out the bayonet from the Japanese.

When I looked around again, I saw that the battles in the stronghold had all ended.

The entire battle is not as difficult as imagined, but not as easy as imagined. With infantry artillery, the independent regiment can already fight a tough battle under the premise of occupying absolute military strength and firepower advantages.

I raised my wrist and looked at the luminous watch. The hour hand just pointed to two o'clock in the morning.

The entire battle only took two hours, and there was enough time to unplug the Japanese stronghold before dawn.

Wang Huaibao shouted loudly: "Transfer my order, leave a militia team to clean the battlefield, and other personnel gather together for emergency! Emergency gather!"

However, as soon as the words were finished, a scream came from the base.

Wang Huaibao scolded: "Mangan, what a pussy howl? I'm scared!"

"Battlefield Commander Wang! Battalion Commander Wang!" Liu Mangang continued to howl, with a crying voice in his voice, and I don't know if it was because of sadness or excitement.

Wang Huaibao walked over with a dark face.

I saw Liu Mangang kneeling there, crying and laughing.

Wang Huaibao kicked Liu Mangan on the ass, kicked him a dog to eat shit, and cursed: "I still howl, I still howl, believe it or not, I will kick you to death!"

"Battleman Commander Wang!" Liu Mangang was not concerned and shouted excitedly, "Boat! Italian Ball!"

"What Italian cannon?" Before Wang Huaibao finished speaking, he saw a cannon hidden in the shadow. There was really a cannon hidden here? What's going on?

Is there a cannon in the Japanese stronghold?

But just now, why didn’t the Japanese firecrackers?

Wang Huaibao didn't know that just now, Liu Mangan's first infantry fired artillery shells, and the artillery detachment in the stronghold was collectively reimbursed because the Japanese artillery position was under the artillery tower, and the collapsed artillery ruins directly buried the entire artillery detachment alive or smashed unconscious.

When the artillery soldiers who were knocked out woke up and wanted to fire the artillery, the Eighth Route Army had already entered the stronghold, and both sides had already started hand-to-hand combat. So several artillery soldiers had to pick up rifles or pistols to fight the Eighth Route Army in close combat. This antique Italian cannon with a caliber of 75 caliber became a decoration.

This is really an antique.

The so-called Italian guns are actually made by French-made M1897 75mm field howitzer, which is an old antique half a century ago. Because the Italian army equipped a large number of this type of guns, they were eliminated and sold these guns to China at a high price, which was the same batch as the Fiat fighter that collapsed in the air.

All of them were bought from Yidaili at a high price.

This batch of Italian artillery was first equipped for the national army, and then seized by the Japanese army.

Now I am back in the hands of the Eighth Route Army. To some extent, it is also considered that the original owner of the goods is returned to the original owner. Only Liu Mangan, a native hat, cannot understand the foreign code on the cannon, and regards this old antique from half a century ago as a treasure.

Wang Huaibao couldn't understand Italian, so he also regarded this old antique as a treasure.

"Hurry, hurry up, look for any shells!" Wang Huaibao said excitedly, "Look for shells!"

Dozens of militia immediately scattered and searched everywhere, and several militia even began to scatter the ruins.

Wang Huaibao also began to think in his mind that if he could find the shells, he would have two cannons, and a field howitzer with a caliber than the 1992 Infantry Cannon, which would definitely have greater lethality.

In this way, his ability to attack will undoubtedly be greatly improved.

Then before dawn, maybe there is really a chance to unplug the two strongholds!

Just as Wang Huaibao was looking forward to it, a militia suddenly shouted: "It's been searching for it! I'm searching for it!"

Wang Huaibao rushed forward immediately and saw that there were indeed more than a dozen wooden boxes piled up in a tent.

"Hurry, pry the box open!" Wang Huaibao gave the order, and the two militia quickly pried open the two boxes with bayonets, but found that they were two empty boxes.

"Fuck, empty?!"

Wang Huaibao immediately started cursing.

Needless to say, it must be the Japanese artillery that sold the shells.

He was mingling with the puppet army's translator all day long, and the Japanese combat troops were corruption at an astonishing speed, and it has become a common phenomenon to secretly sell ammunition and even weapons.

The militia then pried open the box below.

It's pretty good, the box underneath is full.

There should be twenty-six shells for the thirteen-necked box.
Chapter completed!