Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Report to the commander! Weiguo sent the devil's coordinates!"

"Weiguo said that the Japanese vanguard of more than 8,000 troops are heading towards their position!"

"Let the artillery battalion fire first. After killing these devils, we can eliminate the rest!"

Liu Wu held a telegram and said to Lin Tian.

"The Japs are pretty fast this time. Give the coordinates to the artillery battalion and let them prepare their artillery fire for an hour!"

"Also, tell the regiment commander and the others to tie their pockets tightly and don't let the devils escape!"

Lin Tian looked at the telegram and said.

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"Battalion Commander, these are the enemy's coordinates. The commander asked us to prepare the artillery fire for an hour!"

A company commander of the artillery battalion ran up to Wang Chengzhu excitedly with the coordinates of the Japanese.

"It's only been an hour. It looks like there aren't many devils coming!"

"Comrades, prepare to fire!"

"Target - Hill 115 on the north side of Liujia Mountain! 7 kilometers away!"

"fire!!"

Wang Chengzhu commanded the soldiers to adjust the shooting angle, waved the red flag in his hand vigorously and shouted.

In an instant, the remaining hundreds of artillery pieces in the artillery battalion opened fire at the same time, and the sound of the cannons shook the earth.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the Liujiashan side, the Japanese were still searching carefully and finally occupied an uninhabited high ground.

The Japs were busy digging trenches at this time.

"Hahaha, it seems there are no traces of the Eighth Route Army here in Liujiashan."

"It is truly the blessing of His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

"Kuroshima-kun, order the troops to speed up the construction of fortifications! We should proceed step by step, and wait until the fortifications here are completed before sending troops forward to search!"

"This way, we can attack or defend. This is our bridgehead!"

Chief of Staff Ye Fengyong looked through the telescope for a long time, and there was not even a trace of the Eighth Route Army here, so he gave orders happily.

"Hai!"

"This time, we will definitely be able to show the power of the Locust Army!"

The commander of the 18th Brigade, Daisuke Kuroshima, quickly offered his flattery.

Ye Fengyong benefited greatly from it.

Just when the Japanese were relaxing their vigilance, suddenly, they heard the rumbling sound of artillery fire in the distance.

The Japanese soldiers looked for cover in fear. Some of them lay directly in the trenches that had not been dug yet, and some just lay on the ground.

"Eight Road!"

"The Eighth Route Army has started firing again!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

The Chief of Staff of the 36th Division, Ye Fengyong, was hiding in a dug trench under the protection of his men, shouting in fear.

At the same time, Zhou Weiguo also took out a Mauser 98k sniper rifle with an eight-fold scope and observed the movements on the battlefield.

The soldiers of Shunliu Sharpshooter Platoon also held 98k sniper rifles and found their prey.

Shunliu was lying on a pile of rocks, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth with the corners of his mouth raised.

In his sight, it was Ye Fengyong who was lying in the trench with half of his head exposed...

It happened very quickly... within a few seconds, we saw artillery shells covering the sky, whistling and carrying the laughter of death, flying over the heads of the Japanese.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!!"

Various artillery shells exploded on the Japanese positions, and Zhou Weiguo, Shunliu and others pulled the trigger under the cover of the artillery fire.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Save me!! Darth should be brought!!"

"My arm! My brain!"

"My thighs! My waist!"

"Bagayalu! The damn Eighth Route Army?"

As the shells fell, a burst of tragic pig-killing sounds suddenly broke out on the Japanese position, and the Japanese soldiers wailed and screamed.

They fled in all directions. Since there were few naturally formed shelters on Ground 115, the Japanese only dug a few trenches, but most places had not been dug yet.

The Japanese had nowhere to hide and could only watch helplessly as the shells blew them and their companions into the sky.

Some unlucky Japanese soldiers had shells hit them directly on the head, and were blown into balls of blood.

However, all the Japs were busy escaping and did not notice that their chief of staff and some officers had been shot dead.

"Hahaha, fire coverage is still useful."

"If all our Chinese troops had weapons and equipment like ours, the Japanese wouldn't dare to run rampant in front of us!"

"Mad! What the hell!"

Zhou Weiguo spat, feeling extremely relieved at this moment.

Think about when he first joined the Central Army, their army of more than 100,000 people was chased by only a few hundred Japanese soldiers. He felt so helpless!

Especially... He was obviously a soldier, but he had to watch his beloved woman fall in front of him.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the Japanese position in front of him which was a sea of ​​fire, listened to the earth-shaking explosions, and with tears in his eyes, he raised his head to look at the sky.

When will he be able to let those beastly troops that captured Jinling City taste the power of the Chinese army?

When will we be able to avenge the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who died tragically in Jinling City?

Not far away... This time won't be far away...

An hour later, the shelling ended.

The Japanese positions were littered with broken limbs and bodies.

Almost all the Japanese who survived were seriously injured. Some had their intestines scattered all over the ground, some had lost their legs, and some had their arms blown off.

Only less than 500 Japanese soldiers were slightly injured.

At this time, the wailing and screaming of the devils could even be heard by Inujiro Yamagami not far away.

"Bakayaloo! Ye Fengyong, you idiot! I knew there was an ambush by the Eighth Route Army ahead!"

"idiot!"

"Quick! Let's retreat!"

"Retreat to the north! Damn! There are Eighth Route Army troops in front and behind us! We must be surrounded!"

"Send a telegram to General Shinozuka! Just say... just say that our 36th Division encountered that mysterious Eighth Route Army at Liujiashan!"

"We are fighting a bloody battle with the enemy, killing...killing 2000 enemies!"

"But our troops suffered heavy casualties! Requesting support!"

"Go quickly!!"

The commander of the 36th Division, Inujiro Yamagami, now felt his scalp tingling.

Just now, when he heard the same cannon sound as yesterday, he couldn't stop feeling fear in his heart.

Now I heard the heart-wrenching screams of the Japanese soldiers in front of me, and my legs began to tremble.

But if they run back like this, their 36th Division will definitely be punished.

Especially as the division commander, he neither recovered the prince's body nor destroyed the Eighth Route Army.

He hadn't completed any of the headquarters' orders, and when he returned he would surely be asked by Yoshio Shinozuka to commit suicide by seppuku.

They could only bite the bullet and make up a few nonsense words to highlight the bravery of their 36th Division and the strength of the Eighth Route Army.

In this way, there will be a glimmer of hope in the future.