Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, all the personnel in Division 1 had entered their respective positions and hidden themselves, waiting for Lin Tian's order.

Lin Tian lay in the grass, observing the Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp with the Mauser 98k sniper rifle in his hand.

It is a cloudy day today. The moon is covered by clouds and it is pitch black between the sky and the earth.

The cold winter wind blew like a knife, and the dry grass fell down with the wind...

As the saying goes, on a dark and windy night, it is the time to kill and rob.

The cold winter night could not stop the passion in the soldiers' hearts. They were full of energy and ready to chop off the enemy's heads.

On the sentry tower of the prisoner-of-war camp, four huge searchlights were scanning the surrounding environment back and forth.

Seeing the searchlight beam coming towards him, Lin Tian hurriedly put down the gun in his hand and buried his head in the haystack.

After the light went out, Lin Tian stuck his head out again to observe.

Lin Tian and others were hiding at the back door of the prisoner-of-war camp. The Japanese firepower here was relatively less, and the defense was not as tight as the front gate.

The Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp was built on the mountain, with the mountain and the built artillery towers and city walls connected as one. A Japanese infantry battalion was stationed inside.

The back door of the prisoner-of-war camp was only a wooden door reinforced with iron sheets. There were two bunkers made of sandbags under the wall, equipped with a total of two Type 92 heavy machine guns, four Type 99 light machine guns, and four grenade launchers.

In front of the bunker and the gate is a blockade network consisting of barbed wire, trenches and chevaux de frise to prevent the enemy from sneaking in under the cover of night.

There are four shooting holes on the wall five meters and ten meters above the ground, each equipped with a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

The design of the Japanese shooting hole is very exquisite, small inside and large outside.

This allows for a wide shooting angle, while making it difficult for attacking enemies to shoot bullets into the shooting hole.

Further up the city wall, there were four Type 92 heavy machine guns and four Type 92 rifles.

There are also four searchlights.

Such a configuration, coupled with the terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, can be said to be difficult for even gods to enter.

However, this kind of lineup is definitely more than enough to deal with the Central Army or the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. The Japs can just use machine guns to fire at them while chatting and laughing.

But to meet Lin Tian, ​​it can only be said that the Japanese were unlucky.

For things like the Japs, only by beating them to pieces can we make them fear and submit from the bottom of their hearts...

Humph! Others can’t do that…

I want to attack from behind...

To blossom from the center is to attack from the inside.

Lin Tian knew this, after all, he still had 50T of data stored in his hard drive and he couldn't just look at it for nothing.

With the weapons and equipment in my hands.

107mm rocket launcher, Type 90 infantry gun, and mm mortar.

Needless to say, Lin Tian didn't even look at the grenade launcher.

As long as my artillery skills are good enough, after a round of firing, won’t the Japanese chrysanthemums bloom?

Such artillery fire was enough to blow down the Japanese city walls, especially the 107mm rocket launcher and Type infantry gun, which were both powerful weapons for sieges.

After observing for a while, Lin Tian called Fang Zheng and Dahai, and took out the terrain map of the prisoner-of-war camp drawn by the monk and Wang Erhu.

"After the sharpshooter platoon has cleared a round of enemy fire points, concentrate your artillery fire on the main gate to attract the enemy's attention."

"I will lead the men, blow up the back door, and then quickly advance into the prisoner-of-war camp with superior firepower."

"We will work together inside and outside to attack the enemy's center."

Dahai and Fangzheng nodded and returned to their seats.

At this time, at the main gate on the north side of the prisoner-of-war camp, Shunliu was leading half of the sharpshooter platoon and hiding on a high ground not far away.

There were two teams of Japanese soldiers patrolling at the door. A Japanese lieutenant was leaning on a sandbag and lighting a cigarette.

"Captain Kameda is too cautious."

"We were ordered to stand guard all night."

"Does the Chinese army dare to take the initiative to attack our prisoner-of-war camp?"

"They dare, they are just a bunch of rabble."

"Captain Kameda really insults the prestige of the Imperial Locust Army."

The Japanese lieutenant complained dissatisfiedly.

The Japanese soldiers on the side nodded and flattered him.

"Lieutenant Ono is right."

"How dare you, an elite officer of the Empire, be sent here to stand guard."

"We really feel it's unfair to you."

Then he rolled his eyes around, narrowed them into slits, and asked in a lewd tone, "I heard that the commander recently sent ten geishas from the empire to the prisoner-of-war camp to comfort the soldiers."

"I don't know when we'll have the chance to meet again."

"I really envy Lieutenant Ono."

"You must have tasted it. It must be delicious."

Hearing this, Ono lowered his head with a lewd smile on his face, sweeping away the tiredness from most of the night and becoming full of energy.

"Yes, the geishas in the empire can really make people feel like they are in heaven."

“It’s wonderful~”

"Sbarasi~"

“It’s so intoxicating…”

Ono had just finished speaking.

"Oh!"

He pulled the trigger smoothly, and Ono's head exploded into a ball of bloody mist.

The warm brain matter and blood sprayed onto the face of the devil.

The Japanese were listening excitedly, but this sudden attack made their legs tremble.

He immediately fell into the bunker next to him, the turbid substance flowed down his legs and out of his trouser legs. His face twitched, and after a few shakes, he collapsed to the ground.

The Japanese soldier looked terrified, and resisted the urge to vomit, and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Lieutenant Ono has died!"

"eight…"

Before he could finish his words, Shunliu fired another shot, piercing the Japanese soldier's head.

Then the Japanese searchlights all turned and quickly shone in the direction where the gunshots came from.

All firing points opened fire at the same time, and the bullets whistled onto the distant hillside.

But Shunliu is the only one here...

Just as the Japanese opened fire, the sharpshooter platoon soldiers in other directions also fired continuously at the place where the fire flashed.

A minute later, only half of the Japanese's firepower points were still operational, and the soldiers of the sharpshooter platoon continued to shoot at the places where there were flames.

Soon, many fire points went silent.

A squad leader on the prisoner-of-war camp wall screamed.

"What the hell!"

"Bagya Road!"

"Are all the enemies snipers?"

"Defense!"

"Defense!"

The gunshots alarmed the captain of the Kameda Battalion, Ichiro Kameda.

At this time, Ichiro Kameda was sleeping soundly on the stomachs of the two geishas.

The dense gunfire scared Ichiro Kameda sober immediately.

He pushed the geisha away, put on his clothes in a panic, and climbed up the city wall with his command knife and pistol.

Looking at the more than ten firing points that had been silenced, Ichiro Kameda cursed angrily.

"Pa pa pa! Several slaps landed on the captain's face.

The team leader was dizzy from the beating. He quickly leaned on the pillar next to him, stood still, straightened his hat, and kept bowing to Kameda Ichiro.

"Hai!"

"Hai!"

Kameda Ichiro was beating and scolding.

"Bagya Road!"

"Who told you to fire together?"

"If you expose your firing points, you will be hit accurately by the enemy."

"idiot!"

"idiot!"

Ichiro Kameda drew out his command knife and waved it wildly.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As more than half of the firing points were destroyed by the sharpshooter platoon, Wang Chengzhu's artillery company also began their artillery bombardment.

Huge roars and explosions rang out one after another. The prisoner-of-war camp was suddenly engulfed in flames and the screams and wails of the devils were heard everywhere.

Even three large holes were blasted in the city wall, and mortar shells were directly fired into the prisoner-of-war camp.

For a time, the Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp was more lively than the Chinese New Year.

Half an hour after the sound of gunfire at the main gate, half of the Japanese soldiers on Lin Tian's side had been transferred away.

Lin Tian ordered two soldiers to get under the wooden door and detonate two explosive packs.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

With two loud bangs, the wooden door was blown apart, and even part of the wall next to it collapsed.

Lin Tian waved his hand, and six mortars began to bombard the back door.

Fang Zheng led the infantry company, using twenty light machine guns to clear the way, and charged towards the gate under the cover of six mortars and four heavy machine guns.

They quickly rushed to the gate, removed the barbed wire and chevaux de frise, and the infantry company shouted loudly as they rushed into the prisoner-of-war camp.

And Ichiro Kameda was hiding under the protection of his men, shouting.

"Send a message to the brigade commander and the commander-in-chief!"

"Let's say we are under siege by at least two enemy divisions, and the enemy has already penetrated the prisoner-of-war camp!"

"The enemy has a lot of heavy firepower!"

"Request for reinforcements, request for reinforcements!"