The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

Huang Yu has won many victories through long-distance artillery strikes, but Major General Ikeda has not experienced it himself.

After listening to the artillery lieutenant's report, he still didn't pay attention to the sudden artillery attack in front of him. He took it for granted that the artillerymen under his command were too slow to react and did not try their best.

He opened his mouth and scolded: "Ba Ge Ya Lu, you are a bunch of stupid pigs. You are no match for the artillery of the Eighth Route Army. I am so disappointed."

"I have seen the combat effectiveness of the artillerymen of the Eighth Route Army during the day. Although there are a lot of mortars equipped, their accuracy is extremely poor, and the level of gunners is less than half of yours."

"Facing such a group of opponents, you can't even win. What do I want you to do?"

The artillery lieutenant was so scolded that his face was ashen. In order to restore the artillery squadron's impression in the brigade commander's heart, he had to bite the bullet and say: "General, calm down, things are not as you imagined."

"The artillery of the Eighth Route Army is very cunning. They operate independently in platoons. Each artillery position only fires four to five rounds of shells before moving. When we lock their specific positions and prepare to counterattack, they have moved a hundred meters away."

"The terrain around the station is complicated, and people can hide everywhere. We don't even know where our opponents are moving, let alone chase them and bomb them."

"Their shelling accuracy is indeed poor, but our garrison is very large, and there are soldiers moving everywhere. As long as they shoot shells into the quasi-garrison, and they are not particularly lucky, they will definitely achieve results."

"They also have a lot of mortars. We assembled three mortars to attack an artillery position, and they immediately assembled nine mortars to fight back against us."

"No matter how we move, we are still inside the garrison, and we can't move too far. The Eighth Route Army dispatched nine mortars to fire at the same time, which can cover a large area in an instant. Even if we move our position in time, it will be difficult to rush out of their artillery coverage."

"If the general provides us with double the number of mortars, we can use the same method to fight back, suppress them, and slowly consume their strength until we wipe them all out."

Major General Ikeda understood, but the anger on his face did not calm down. He stared at the artillery lieutenant and continued to curse: "If I have so many mortars and still use them here to talk nonsense with you, I would have given them to you."

"There are only two squadrons of mortars in the entire garrison, and if one is damaged, one will be lost. I don't care how much you pay, I must repel the Eighth Route Army artillery within 10 minutes."

"Otherwise they can hit us hard with shells."

Without any advantage, it is very difficult for the artillery squadron to complete this task, and there is almost no possibility of success.

The artillery lieutenant wanted to refuse, but when he looked up, he saw the red eyes of the brigade commander.

If eyes could kill, he would have died several times by now. He was so frightened that he quickly took back the words that had come to his lips, turned his head and ran towards the artillery position not far away.

"General, we must prepare for the worst..."

Shao Zuo Ishii saw the change in the face of the artillery lieutenant before he left, and guessed that the artillery squadron would be difficult to complete the task. In order to reduce the losses of the sweeping troops, he had to stand up and remind the brigade commander to consider the way forward.

"If the artillery squadron is not the opponent, we can't keep guarding Po Ridge to be bombed."

"The eighth route artillery attacked the third brigade's garrison and seized a large number of shells, and the mopping up troops on the middle route must have also seized a lot of shells."

"If they shoot all these shells into our garrison, the mopping up troops will suffer heavy losses, lose the ability to continue to attack Mao'er Mountain, and even have problems with self-protection."

Major General Ikeda suppressed the anger rising from his heart, raised his head and swept around.

Explosions sounded one after another in the garrison, and flames continued to rise from the ground within the field of vision, and several soldiers could be seen being blown away from time to time.

Several camps covered by artillery fire were full of bomb craters, and there were many dead soldiers lying around. According to visual inspection, there were at least [-] soldiers, most of whom were from the imperial army.

This is what you can see with your own eyes. If you don't see it, there must be a lot of corpses.

Shao Zuo Ishii seemed to see what the brigade commander was thinking, and immediately answered: "General, the mopping up troops have suffered more than 300 casualties in the shelling. If the Eighth Route Army continues to bomb, the casualties will double in at most 10 minutes."

"You must make a decision immediately, otherwise the mopping up troops will lose their ability to protect themselves due to heavy casualties."

"We are the only mobile unit in the Beiping garrison. There must be no accidents. Please consider carefully the brigade commander."

"5 minutes..." Major General Ikeda was moved by the persuasion, and ordered with a calm face.

"Give the artillery squadron another 5 minutes to counterattack. If the artillery of the Eighth Route Army cannot be defeated, the troops will immediately withdraw from Poling, and the whole army will retreat five kilometers, leaving the coverage area of ​​the Eighth Route Army's artillery first."

Shao Zuo Ishii sighed at the same time, fearing that the head of the brigade would return, he hurriedly took orders: "The general is wise, I will arrange it now."

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In order to fulfill Major General Ikeda's death order to the artillery squadron, more than 100 little devil gunners also worked hard.

Follow the gourd drawing, gather two mortar squadrons together, and counterattack a certain artillery position of the Eighth Route Army at the same time, so as to increase the coverage of artillery fire, reduce the probability of successful transfer of the Eighth Route Army gunners, and strive to kill more opponents.

Only in this way, the other artillerymen of the Eighth Route Army who were not attacked were relaxed, and they had enough time to aim and shoot at places where there were many people stationed.

"Captain, the devil seems to be running away..." Zhang Xuan analyzed while observing the Japanese puppet army station.

Huang Yu laughed at the same time: "Although we were bombed with mortars by the devils, they lost even more."

"The head of this brigade is very smart. He didn't let the troops disperse and move. Otherwise, our troops lurking around the garrison could take advantage of them and kill many people, and fight another big victory in Pingyang Town."

"They dare not divide up their troops..." The corners of Zhang Xuan's mouth curled up confidently.

"In the eyes of the devils, we have two regiments of troops. Dividing up our troops now is tantamount to throwing ourselves into a trap. Only by concentrating our forces and evacuating Poling in a group can they have a chance to survive."

"I didn't expect that there would be such a day for the little devil. He was played around by us, and his hands and feet were tied up on the battlefield. He didn't dare to do this, and he didn't dare to do that. I haven't had such a good time in front of the devil for a long time."

Speaking of this, a sneer quickly flashed across Zhang Xuan's face, staring at the retreating Japanese and puppet army camps and continued: "However, even if they don't divide their troops, we can still bite off a piece of fat from them."

"Captain, I'm going to inform the artillery company to prepare for combat. Infantry artillery and mountain artillery are much more powerful than mortars. It's a devil to kill one artillery. We can also kill half a squadron."

Huang Yu nodded: "Tell them to grasp the timing of firing, not only to continue to consume their troops, but also to damage their morale, and destroy their will to continue to sweep us."

"The troops lurking around the garrison immediately shifted to the only way the Japanese and puppet troops retreated."

"The artillery can't take all the benefits, let them also take advantage of it, and try to intercept one or two rear troops to expand the results of the battle."

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Major General Ikeda's expression was even more serious than the destruction of the entire mopping up force in the middle.

At that time, he still had two sweeping troops in his hands, and it was very possible to conquer Mao'er Mountain and wipe out the Eighth Route Army.

At this moment, the two mopping forces were also defeated, like a group of bereaved dogs, evacuated from the station in embarrassment.

When passing through the garrison, he saw a large number of subordinates who were killed and injured by the bombing.

These people all had their own hopes of attacking Mao'er Mountain, but a sudden artillery attack shattered their hopes.

Once the left and right sweeping troops suffered heavy losses in this shelling, in order to keep the last mobile force in Beiping, he could only withdraw from the mountains with the remaining troops, declaring that the sweeping ended in failure.

When Major General Ikeda was thinking about his tragic ending, two explosions suddenly sounded behind him, which not only brought him back to reality, but also made him tremble with fright.

Looking back, I saw two puffs of black smoke rising from the gate of the station, and five or six soldiers fell around.

"General, it's a mountain cannon... It's facing the gate of the garrison. The Eighth Route Army wants to use the mountain cannon to further consume our troops."

Major General Ikeda seemed to have found a punching bag, and immediately ordered: "The mountain artillery is not a mortar, and there is no way to move it immediately."

"Let the artillery squadron immediately lock on the Eighth Route Army's mountain artillery position, and quickly counterattack."

"If you can't kill the mortar positions of the Eighth Route Army, you can kill their mountain artillery positions."

Shao Zuo Ishii also thought that this was a good opportunity to save the defeat, so he immediately passed on the order.

"Boom..."

Two more explosions reached Major General Ikeda's ears, and the impact point was 60 meters away from before. But both shells hit the side of the mountain road, the flames splashed, and another soldier was killed and injured.

Major General Ikeda didn't notice anything wrong, and felt that the two shells were still fired by two mountain cannons.

As long as they stay where they are, the artillery under their command can turn defeat into victory and destroy it.

"General, something is wrong..." The artillery staff officer frowned suddenly, reminding with a worried face.

"It was two infantry artillery shells that exploded just now, not mountain artillery shells. The Eighth Route Army also set up infantry artillery shells around us...boom..."

Two more explosions sounded on the mountain road. The artillery staff frowned deeper than before, and continued to remind: "These two shells were also fired by infantry artillery, but these two artillery shells are not with the infantry artillery just now. The Eighth Route Army at least Around us are two mountain artillery pieces and four infantry artillery pieces belonging to three artillery positions."

After finishing speaking, the second round of mountain artillery shells still did not fly over, the artillery staff's face became more worried, and his brows became more and more wrinkled: "General, the troops must withdraw from the battlefield immediately, we can't stay here any longer, and don't fight back .”

"There is no second round of artillery shells fired from the two mountain artillery paths. It should be that the Eighth Route Army is shifting artillery positions."

"No matter how powerful our gunners are, it is impossible to lock the opponent's artillery position through a round of shelling."

"The Eighth Route Army set up several artillery positions around us, and they fired in turn to confuse us. The artillery moved their positions after firing a round of shells. Unless we sent infantry to attack, the chances of us destroying them with artillery were almost zero."

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