Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

Chapter 270: Gather me artillery shells for bombing.

"Sir, I think we only have two options now." The Japanese officer Noda Shun stood up.

"Which two roads? Tell me about them."

"First, we must fight to the death with the Tubalu at all costs.

This group of local guerrillas was small in number, and the only thing they relied on for victory was their weapons and equipment.

We dug trenches on the road that the tanks had to take to reach Fengtian.

, build cement section.

We're going to make it so that these tanks and armored vehicles can't move an inch.

What we have to do is to destroy the roads and prevent their tanks and armored vehicles from approaching our city of Erbin."

"Sir, these local guerrillas like to play guerrilla warfare, so we have to play games too.

Let's take advantage of the night to launch a surprise attack on them.

We can no longer use large troop groups to fight. Using large troop groups to fight against the Eighth Route Army is simply ineffective.

According to Emperor Wu of Han, the situation between us and them has now become one of attack and defense.

These local Eighth Route Army troops became a powerful main force.

As for us, no matter in terms of weapons and equipment, we have no advantage over these Eighth Route Army soldiers.

We can only break them up into smaller units and use multiple rounds of surprise attacks by using our bone-chopping troops to attack them."

After hearing this, Nantaro clicked on it repeatedly.

But these little Japanese devils said nice things, but in reality they couldn't do it at all.

The Japanese used a single tactic to fight.

We are engaged in combat. It is nothing more than artillery bombardment followed by infantry charge, infantry charge, and then artillery bombardment.

This kind of fighting style that has remained unchanged for a century was already formed before World War I, during the Napoleonic era.

These little Japanese devils were dogmatic when they were fighting, and their brains were not smart at all.

The Japanese have fought for so many years, and apart from being shameless and despicable, they simply do not have the ability to fight flexibly and diversely.

These Japs had a good plan, but they simply couldn't pull it off.

"Everyone, is there anything else you want to say?"

Nantaro instantly felt like he was back to normal.

At this moment, the Japanese devils have decided to dig the road. In addition, they will build concrete piers on the main traffic arteries.

These Japanese also knew that only these two methods could stop the speed of tanks and armored vehicles.

Soon, another Japanese soldier stood up.

These Japanese officers offered suggestions one after another.

But when they offered suggestions, there were no good ideas at all.

The Japs' meeting lasted four or five hours.

Forty or fifty hours later, these people lazily walked out of the meeting room.

These guys were talking in low voices as they walked.

"If we follow the method we discussed today, will the Tubalu have no chance of occupying our place?"

"We are not completely helpless in dealing with the tanks and armored vehicles of the Tubalu. As long as we master certain methods, these Tubalu will be unable to move forward in the future."

"No matter what methods the Tubalu use, they will never reach Fengtian. As long as we cut off their route of action, they will have no way to deal with us."

until the next morning.

These little devils just sent out their troops.

This team of more than 10,000 people had to build anti-tank concrete piers on the road.

These people also need to dig up the road.

But these little Japs are lazy.

It was frozen everywhere.

This little Japanese guy had no way of getting the cement cone.

The wind was blowing coldly and the ground was covered with ice and snow.

Just sweep all the snow off the ground.

All that remained underneath was a layer of hard ice mixed with mud.

This ice mixed with mud is extremely solid.

Even if they use artillery fire, they may not be able to blow it open.

In that era, the Japanese did not have any advanced construction equipment.

They all counted on digging by manpower.

After one shovelful of water, the ice surface remained motionless.

After one blow with a pickaxe, there was only a white spot on the road surface.

Besides this, there is nothing else.

The Japanese soldiers started working in the cold wind. They worked for a long time and were almost frozen.

But not even a ten-centimeter-long hole was dug out.

Many Japanese soldiers started cursing.

"Let's dig in this frozen hard place, how do we dig?"

"The officers were just imagining things. They naively thought that this place could be dug out. Now look at what could be dug out."

"Now we should let the officers dig here and see what these guys can actually come up with. They can only talk, and other than that, we can't see what they can do."

Many of the Japanese soldiers did not dare to curse out loud and could only curse in their hearts.

These little Japanese devils are almost frozen to death.

However, the Japanese officers who led the team knew that if they didn't find a way to dig up the road quickly, the consequences would be disastrous.

These Japanese officers gathered together.

"Everyone, tell me how we can dig up the road."

"At this point, I think there is only one way, and that is to use artillery fire."

After hearing this, several other Japanese officers nodded repeatedly. Apart from bombarding, there was no other feasible solution.

The Japanese devils hesitated for several hours before a few cannons and dozens of shells fell out of the barracks.

The Japanese artillery aimed at the road and adjusted the muzzle.

Soon, rumbling sounds were heard and the shells exploded accurately on the road.

The Japanese soldiers nearby scattered and waited for the shells to explode, then they moved closer again.

The ice on the road was blasted away to less than one centimeter.

The crater on the ground was also pitifully small, with a diameter of less than two meters.

The Japanese officers quickly gathered around to check it out.

It doesn’t matter if they don’t look, but if they do, they will be so angry that their noses will be crooked.

"Keep bombing and make sure to loosen the road surface."

"We have to quickly build the anti-tank cement team, otherwise if the Eighth Route Army attacks us, we'll all be finished."

Soon, the Japanese concentrated their artillery and bombarded one place.

There was a loud rumbling sound of explosions.

After dozens of shells were used up, the Japanese soldiers gathered around again.

Dozens of craters of varying sizes appeared on the ground.

However, the largest diameter of these craters is only three or four meters, and the depth is less than 20 centimeters.

All the Japanese soldiers had reached level seven. They were frantically digging with shovels at the places that had been exploded.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the hard ground remained motionless.

The Japanese soldiers had no way to deal with the ground for a while. They dug until their backs ached, their legs cramped, and their whole bodies were cold.

But the roads were still there, solid as always, and there was nothing they could do.

"Tell me what we should do now."

"What can we do? Keep mobilizing artillery shells to bomb them."