Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

The independent regiment's artillery fire was extending, and these marked key points were all within the bombing range of the artillery battalion.

For Yang Xing, the commander of the artillery battalion, this time he had a great time firing artillery. There was no limit on ammunition and he could fire at the heads of the Japanese whenever he had the chance.

How could one explosion be enough?

If the Japanese find out, they will think that our independent regiment cannot afford the bombing, so they will bomb all the key areas again!

This time, Li Yunlong stood next to Yang Xing, guiding Yang Xing in the bombing step by step based on the standard core points on the map and the damage effects observed visually.

"Don't be anxious. Blast the Japanese into powder inch by inch. Make sure there is not a single drop of blood or flesh left on their bones. Don't let there be a single drop of bone left on their flesh and blood."

Old Li was guiding Yang Xing in his work, and was a little dissatisfied with the fact that Yang Xing's work was not done carefully enough.

"Don't show your teeth at me, kid. I'm also a professional at firing cannons! Back then, I killed the Japanese Lieutenant General Tanaka Hisaichi with a single cannon shot.

Have you ever had this experience?

While Old Li was instructing Yang Xing in his work, he was also bragging about his own achievements. The soldiers in the artillery battalion present could only grit their teeth and listen to Old Li's bragging.

"Don't tell me, when we defeated the Japanese Lieutenant General Tanaka Hisaichi, you were right there, Yang Xing."

Yang Xing: “…”

"Yang Xing, how many rounds of 155mm howitzer shells does our independent regiment have now?"

"Report to the regiment commander, we still have 64 shells in total."

As a qualified artillery battalion commander, Yang Xing is well versed in ammunition management.

"In the next 10 minutes, I want you to make a flower for me. Can you do it?"

"Make a flower?"

Yang Xing, who was busy adjusting the density, didn't react. What did the captain mean?

"Yes, it literally means to make a flower. With the Japanese Shijiazhuang Railway Station as the center of the circle, make a flower bloom in the center for me.

Tell me, can you do it?"

"can!"

"Okay, that's the momentum we need. Fire all your shells within ten minutes, and then rush back! The Japanese will definitely retaliate after we caught them by surprise. It's inconvenient for you to carry the heavy artillery.

Leave all the 107 rocket launchers and gunners to me."

"Yes!"

After Li Yunlong arranged the work of the artillery, he immediately ran forward with his Type 56 submachine gun. Just as he was arranging the tasks, the monk and others who were specially arranged by Li Yunlong to be at the end of the attack order had already run away.

It was agreed that the monk should not be allowed to rush to the front this time, because this guy drank all the meat and soup during the last siege, and this time he must not be allowed to eat meat again.

Otherwise, it will really cause public outrage.

The monk is a reckless monk, who doesn't care about so many things. This time, the monk is charging with his Gatling gun, which is simply a ferocious beauty. I don't know how this guy can hold on.

In Shijiazhuang, Lin Fangtaro was rescued by the Japanese soldiers around him. His eyes were temporarily blinded due to lack of blood. He opened his mouth and yelled, "Hide quickly!"

But it was all in vain at this time, as its roar was completely drowned out by the overwhelming 155 howitzers.

One artillery shell can cover an area the size of a football field.

The level of the independent regiment's artillery battalion was fed by one artillery shell after another. It was completely carpet-covering, extending outward with Shijiazhuang Railway Station as the center.

It really was like a flower exploded.

The surrounding lands looked like they had been plowed by iron plows, almost turning the entire land upside down. If crops were grown here next year, it would definitely be extremely fertile. Not only was the soil very loose and breathable, but there were also a large number of Japanese corpses buried underneath as organic fertilizer.

I have to say that Lao Li has a sharp eye and he really chose the right place to attack from.

During the first siege, a large number of Japanese soldiers were killed in the bombing near the train station, and they certainly did not have time to collect the bodies. This time, this wave of Japanese soldiers reoccupied the city of Shijiazhuang. If they want to stay there, they must deal with so many Japanese corpses properly. Even if they have to be cremated on the spot, there must be a centralized collection process.

This is the opportunity that Old Li has been waiting for. Since you are here to collect the bodies, don't leave. Just stay here with those beasts who died in the battle before.

The dense corpses and the gathered Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces again.

Many of the Japanese corpses that were only mutilated by the explosions during the first siege were blown into pieces in this siege, and the fragments flew everywhere. The whole city was filled with the stench of rotting corpses.

It can be said that this city is simply a purgatory for the surviving Japanese devils who are now in it.

Yang Xing quickly fired all the howitzers in one go, and then began to retreat using trucks towed by artillery without even looking at the damage.

It was a quick and clean process without any delay.

Only a distant back figure was left to the Japanese in the city.

The sound of artillery fire had just stopped when dense gunfire began. Judging from the density of the gunfire, it was not just on the outskirts of the city, but had penetrated deep into the city.

Some Japanese grassroots commanders then realized why there were no shelters at all when they retook Shijiazhuang City, or why all the sturdy buildings that could serve as shelters were blown to pieces and could not be used at all. It turned out that when the Eighth Route Army withdrew from the last wave of siege, they had already made plans for another attack.

This is exactly the sudden counterattack in the opera!

The Japanese are very familiar with various Chinese allusions. It is precisely because of this understanding that they feel aggrieved. Many Japanese grassroots commanders have the habit of saying "damn it" on their lips, not knowing whether to say it or not.

The monk didn't care what these little Japanese soldiers wanted to say or what they were thinking in their hearts. All he thought about was how to send these little Japanese soldiers to meet their locusts as quickly and easily as possible.

Da da da!

The Gatling gun in the monk's hand kept emitting blue flames, and a dense stream of bullets shot out from the monk's hand, reaping the lives of the Japanese devils one by one.

Since there were no buildings that could be used as shelters, the Japanese had almost no ability to fight back. Even if they hid behind ordinary blue brick walls or temporary shelters made of sandbags, in the face of the metal storm-like firepower, these Japanese soldiers were as ridiculous as their shelters.

Kill to protect life, kill karma and also kill people!

If this unhindered siege was like a river tide rushing toward the beach, then the monk holding the Gatling gun would be the highest and most powerful crest of the tide.

The monk held the Gatling gun and broke through the Japanese defense lines built with flesh and blood. He was the sharpest tip of the spear.

The most peerless warrior in the world is probably just like this.