Deng Jianguo summoned dozens of soldiers and happily prepared to carry ammunition. When he heard a sudden roar from the sky, everyone's faces changed suddenly. Those who were a little smarter had already begun to look for hidden points. Several voices shouted at the same time: "Lying down, bombard..."

Only Zhao Hu, who had already heard that the shell landing point was not behind, immediately shouted: "What are you panic? Don't be confused, everyone quickly move the ammunition into the trenches. Platoon Commander Deng, hurry up and let the machine gun retreat to the second line. Oh no, the artillery position!"

After saying that, he ran to the artillery position without looking back. Halfway through, he heard a scream in the sky again. The next second, an earth-shaking explosion came from the artillery position!

"Xiao Yu!"

Zhao Hu's eyes were red and his steps were as fast as the autumn wind, climbing up the rocks quickly and climbing a small highland.

I saw several smoke rising in front of me, and the bombed barrels and parts were flying everywhere. The only thing I felt relieved was that I didn’t see the soldiers sacrificed, and my heart was relieved half of it!

"Brother Huzi!"

When Zhao Hu appeared behind the mountain wall, a petite body rushed into his arms with smoke from the body: "Brother Huzi, I almost couldn't see you!"

In front of everyone, Zhao Hu didn't know where to go with his hands and comforted him repeatedly: "The cannon has been gone, are there any casualties?"

"We don't have one here. The Japanese positioning bullets were first aimed at the machine gun. I told everyone not to care about the cannons and retreat first. I know you have great magical powers and as long as there are people, you can get as many weapons!"

Zhao Hu patted Xiao Yu's back and said, "It's fine if you're fine, it's fine if you're fine! I'll find a way if the cannon is gone."

"By the way, the first few positioning bombs hit the front trenches, and there may be casualties. I am still a 92 artillery here. I will avenge the soldiers later!"

The Japanese artillery shells were still bombing. Perhaps seeing the results of the artillery positions, they became more and more arrogant. They even moved the 92 artillery positions forward, trying to aim straight at the frontline positions!

Zhao Hu came to the second-line trenches, and the soldiers in front had withdrawn. However, two 92nd-level soldiers were blown up by the Japanese, and more than a dozen soldiers were killed and killed, including six machine gunners! Zhao Hu was so angry that he punched the stone wall: "I will not give up if I will not avenge this revenge, I will wipe out all these beasts!"

The abandonment of the front-line positions made Miura very pleased. He hurriedly crossed the river and personally commanded the troops to press forward. At the same time, he moved the mountain cannons and the 92 cannons forward to the best shooting point. This was how the Eighth Route Army, which had bullied the Eighth Route Army without cannons, did it, but he had never been so happy today.

"Sauga, the Eighth Route Army is the Eighth Route Army. It flew into the sky with a few cannons. You must know that only the artillery soldiers of the empire are the real kings. Today, I will laugh to the end! Hahahaha!"

Accompanied by Miura's clamor, the remaining Japanese army also showed all their fighting spirit. They lined up the scattered soldiers and slowly pressed forward. Despite being accidentally injured by their own shells, they actually made dangerous infringement coordination!

It has to be said that although the Japanese army's troops are gradually increasing, their lower-level non-commissioned officers are still dedicated. With the leadership of these backbones, they are very careful in fighting, and at least they will not make those low-level mistakes of crowding together. In addition, the light and heavy machine guns on both wings and the grenadiers in the crowd cooperate well. After several months of training, young soldiers, led by veterans, ran sideways, lying down, and covered and shot, making a group of new recruits in the Eighth Route Army furious. Even though they were aiming well, the Japanese still jumped around and sometimes took the opportunity to counterattack. If they weren't for their poor shooting skills, many soldiers would have to open the ball!

Seeing that two more soldiers were blown down by small cannons, the machine gunner next to them was furious. He stood up half straight and looked at the two transfer grenades with a longer length!

"Danger!"

The squad leader roared and reached out to pull it. Unfortunately, he was still one step late. Several seven-point seven bullets "puff puff puff" passed through his body, and suddenly hit the chest with blood mist!

The machine gunner fell to the trench behind and was held back by the squad leader: "Tiezhu, why are you so stupid? Medical soldiers, medical soldiers, where did you die? Tiezhu, hold on, hold on!"

Tiezhu grabbed the squad leader's right hand, and his eyes began to be confused: "Don't, squad leader, no need, fortunately, I killed two of them, I'm enough, remember, Qingming, Qingming..."

Before he finished speaking, his bloody hands were no longer able to hang down, and the squad leader's eyes were wide open. The brothers who depended on each other for life and death just left. In the years of war, his only request for death was so insignificant!

"Don't worry, as long as my brother doesn't die, I will burn paper for you every Qingming Festival!"

The medical soldier came in a hurry. When he saw this scene, he could only silently straighten the hero's military cap and clear the blood, without tears, because this was the battlefield, and he was used to life and death, and all he left was anger!

Zhao Hu saw all this from afar, and he had no impulse or anger. As a general, he had to have a heart of heart. Sometimes, even though he knew it was a dead mission, the soldiers sent out would definitely go but never return, but he had to do it. Therefore, after becoming the leader of the first battalion or the first regiment, these heart-wrenching pains must be endured, and he had to maintain a completely calm mind in the process of enduring it!

"Xiao Shitou, call Captain Yu and ask how she is preparing. As soon as they open the fire, I will start here, so I'd rather not be confused!"

After hearing this, the correspondent quickly shaking the phone. In close combat, wired phones are always safer than wireless. Of course, when the phone line is blocked, you can also use a walkie-phone as a backup.

The phone was quickly connected, and Commander Yu’s pleasant voice came from the other end: “Report to the commander, you are 70% sure you can fight now!”

"Then wait a little longer, at least 90%!"

"But then, our casualties will be..."

"If you want to fight this time, beat the Japanese to death. Don't talk to me about casualties!"

After throwing the phone down, Zhao Hu's eyes closed. What was coming finally came. He saw this plot in the movie before and thought it was cool. Why did he feel so heartbroken when he issued an order?

Faced with the Eighth Route Army that kept showing weakness, Miura seemed to be natural, because no Chinese army had such a rich ammunition reserve. It would be great that these gangs of Eighth Route Army could last until now, so he made a desperate decision: "The 92 artillery cannons are covered, and the mountain cannons are approaching, and bayonets are placed on my cannons!"

The deputy next to him was a little worried: "Will this be dangerous?"

"Haha, dangerous? Does the Eighth Route Army have artillery? With these rookies, they have artillery, which has been pulled out long ago. No commander dares to take such a big risk and ignore the safety of the front line. Don't worry!"

The extension of Japanese artillery fire also gave Company Commander Deng a little breathing opportunity in the trenches. It was too slow. There were only a few people. If it weren't for the more automatic firearms, they would have been broken through by the Japanese. Now, taking advantage of the pause of the artillery fire, they finally had time to replenish ammunition and water supply, and lift the wounded down. Otherwise, the trenches would be in chaos!

The compaction and assisting hoe were finally supported, and the light and flexible 92 cannon also aimed directly. When the Japanese artillery did all this in an orderly manner, the third gunner was about to stuff the shell into the barrel, a very familiar sound suddenly came from the top of his head!

“Wow……………”

Miura's command knife fell to the ground with a clang, muttering to herself: "You can really bear it!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
Chapter completed!