Meng Shaoyuan finally waited for his secret weapon:

Italian Brixia M3545MM mortar!

Called the "best designed", or "the most intricately designed", and a fucking light mortar with a seat specially designed for the gunner!

A real Italian cannon.

Although Italy is a very strange international country and some of the weapons are also very strangely designed, before the war, they were a proper arms exporter.

Especially in China, there are many Italian weapons, mainly artillery.

"Second battalion commander, pull up the Italian cannon!"

That famous line blurted out.

Song Deng was stunned.

Second battalion commander?

Where is the second battalion commander here?

"Song Deng, what are you doing stupidly? Cannon, Lao Tzu's Italian cannon! ”

Meng Shaoyuan was almost yelling there.

"Understood!" Song Deng reacted at this time.

This Brixia M3545MM mortar weighs 15.4 kg, has a maximum firing range of 535 meters, and a theoretical maximum rate of fire of 25 to 30 minutes per minute.

Appearing here is definitely a "weapon of mass destruction".

It was also the Makawa plainclothes team and those Japanese soldiers who were unlucky.

Who would have thought that a group of spies would actually have a real mortar?

Where does this make sense?

Some of the local miscellaneous units of the Chinese army may not be able to have one division at all.

That is, he met the unreasonable Meng Shaoyuan.

Young Master Meng, who had long known that the war would definitely break out, how much effort did he spend before the war to prepare weapons and ammunition?

Now, it's time to use them.

The gun carriage is a swinging gun carriage in the shape of a "well", although this design makes the gun carriage structure very complex and increases the difficulty of production, but it gives the M35 good shooting stability and flexible firing angle, with a maximum firing angle of 85 degrees.

Another feature of the gun carriage was the chest pad on which the shooter could lie down. Due to the low overall height of the M35, the shooter usually lies on the ground and operates, so the chest pad allows the shooter to operate for a long time without getting tired, and it can also be operated while sitting on the mat.

On the other hand, the weight of the shooter also played a role in stabilizing the artillery, which was definitely an ingenious design.

The chest pad is also the back pad when carrying the mortar, which improves the comfort of the carry, and as long as the gun carriage and the chest pad are folded to the middle, you can easily carry it.

However, no matter which angle Meng Shaoyuan appreciated, he felt that this mortar was more like a work of art.

The mortars were quickly installed.

"Report to Director Meng, complete the shooting preparations, please instruct!"

"No instructions!" Meng Shaoyuan roared: "Target, Old Ancestor Temple, blow up Lao Tzu!" ”

"Yaga!"

The Japanese soldier Cao with the binoculars let out a desperate call: "Mortar, the people actually have mortars!" ”

No matter how cleverly the position is arranged, there is only such a large area, and most of the ancestral temple is a wooden structure.

Under the fire of shells, the Japanese simply had no room for resistance.

"Whew"!

With a sharp whistling, cannonballs swept in like a scythe-wielding grim reaper......

"Boom" - "Boom" - "Boom"!

Cannonballs fell one after another on the ancestral temple.

In the violent explosion, the flames rose into the sky with a terrible scream.

The Makawa plainclothes team and those Japanese soldiers died unjustly.

They considered everything possible on the battlefield, but they didn't take into account one thing:

These Chinese agents actually have a mortar!

This is unreasonable!

On the opposite side, the Japanese position of the Old Ancestral Temple was completely plunged into a sea of fire.

Meng Shaoyuan was triumphant.

What combat deployment, what firepower suppression, all of them are less than one of your Young Master Meng's cannons!

"Xiang Shounong!" Meng Shaoyuan shouted loudly: "Rush to Lao Tzu, don't kill him!" ”

"Brethren." Xiang Shounong, who was completely stimulated by the sound of cannong, had blood-red eyes: "Chong, kill all the little Japan, there is no one left, rush!" ”

All the agents rushed out of their hideouts, roared with all kinds of weapons in their hands, organized dense firepower, and rushed towards the Old Ancestral Temple one by one.

"Don't!"

On the roof, Wei Yunzhe, who commanded the machine gun and mortar to fire frantically, yelled.

Damn, the Japanese army hasn't been completely wiped out.

At this time, it should be the mortars that continue to bombard, the machine guns on the roof, and the grenades on the ground, take turns to cooperate with the attack, and give as many casualties to the Japanese troops as possible within a safe range.

Instead of charging when the remnants of the enemy are still there and there is room for resistance.

Unfortunately, no one could hear his cries.

He's a professional soldier, but the vast majority of agents aren't.

They are trained, but not tactically.

All they know is that now the shells have crippled the enemy.

It's time to clean up these little Japans!

"Machine gun, press, press!"

Now, the only thing Wei Yunzhe can do is this.

When the troops on the ground rushed to the front of the old ancestral temple, several Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared half-kneeling with their guns raised.

A volley of bullets, shot out!

The agents who rushed to the front fell to the ground.

Although the Japanese were killed and wounded in the shelling, and the rest were blown up, they still survived.

The high level of literacy allows them to devote themselves to the counterattack at the first time!

The agents who thought that the Japanese army had been disabled and would not encounter a counterattack at all suffered casualties in an instant.

It's tuition, high tuition.

Even if the position is bombed to pieces, even if it is at a disadvantage, these Japanese troops will never give up resistance so easily.

Not to mention the agents, China's regular army also paid a bloody lesson in the war.

In the Battle of Songhu, the 87th Division, which took the lead in the attack, thought that the enemy had given up resistance and the battle was over when it conquered a position of the Japanese army.

But no one thought that those seriously wounded Japanese soldiers would actually open the safety of the grenade, knock it on the head, and die with the Chinese soldiers who rushed to their side!

Bloody lesson!

The same is true for the agents.

Fortunately, the two machine guns on the roof, under the command of Wei Yunzhe, roared furiously and with whirlwind bullets, they quickly knocked down several Japanese soldiers.

Xiang Shounong, who roared and rushed into the Japanese position, did not stop the roar of the submachine gun in his hand for a moment.

Alive, dead, half-dead Japanese, none of them ran past the baptism of his bullets.

"Bang"!

Makawa, the captain of the plainclothes team, had one arm and one leg blown off, but he still fired a shot with the remaining arm.

But then his entire body was beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Xiang Shounong roared like a beast: "Kill all these grandsons!" ”

It was 8 o'clock in the night, and the battle between agents and agents that took place in the Old Ancestral Temple of Gongzhi Lane was over.

Using the mortars that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the Japanese Zhenchuan plainclothes team and 8 Japanese soldiers did not survive.

Meng Shaoyuan successfully completed the task assigned to him by his superiors, and eliminated the hidden dangers behind the 201 Brigade before they launched a general attack.

However, his secret service team also paid a heavy price.

Thirteen agents were killed.

Look, pay a price far less than the Japanese.

However, this is when the firepower is completely superior, and even with the help of mortars.

The Japanese army was in a desperate situation, and the right time, place, and people were on the side of the military commander's agents.

Thirteen agents were still dead.

If they can be more cautious and make full use of the advantages of artillery fire, they can be under the cover of mortars and machine guns......

There is never an if.

Meng Shaoyuan was distressed.

These are elite agents who have been trained by themselves.

They were originally active on the intelligence front.

However, they died on the battlefield.

Thirteen to twenty-three.

Are you proud of the results?

Maybe.

Maybe it will appear in the newspapers that my heroic agents have completely annihilated the plainclothes squad and main force of the Japanese army.

But who can know the truth behind such a "good news"?

It has been checked, and it is confirmed that the captain of the Japanese plainclothes team, Makawa, and the Japanese squad Guncao were all killed, and no one escaped.

Meng Shaoyuan squeezed out a smile on his face: "Old Xiang, well done, I'll give you credit." ”

"Thank you, Young Master Meng."

Xiang Shounong turned around and smiled.

In an instant, a smile froze on Meng Shaoyuan's face.

On Xiang Shounong's body, blood was constantly bubbling out of the two blood holes.

"Young Master Meng, Japanese, hit it well." Xiang Shounong threw away the submachine gun in his hand, and propped one hand on the half-blown wall so that he would not fall:

"I fucking thought they were going to surrender...... Young Master Meng, I hurt so much...... Help me, help me, don't let me die. ”

"Come on, save people!"

Meng Shaoyuan's mournful cry sounded in the night......

Xiang Shounong is not successful.

Everyone can see that Xiang Shounong is not successful.

He lay there with a hollow look in his eyes: "Can't die...... I don't want to die, I'm scared ......."

"Old Xiang, if you don't die, none of us will die." Meng Shaoyuan held his hand tightly: "Live well, young master, I will take you to make a fortune." ”

"Young Master Meng, don't lie to me." Xiang Shounong, who had played morphine, looked at him and seemed to be in good spirits: "I have saved a lot of money, a lot, all of which you took us to earn...... We old brothers, thank you for your great blessings...... I don't want the money, find a doctor, save me, give him all my money......"

A tear flowed down the corner of Meng Shaoyuan's eye.

This is the first time he has shed tears when he came to this era.

"Young Master Meng, you are a pervert, you are really a pervert."

Xiang Shounong suddenly smiled, and then he let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes......

"Endless heroic deeds, heroic blood that can't be shed......

The farmer is one of the seven tigers of the military command, and he is nicknamed 'Climbing Tiger', making good use of a machine gun, and the machine gun is together, and there is no survivor within a hundred steps......

The Japanese Zhenchuan Brigade was killed by Xiang Shounong with a machine gun, and there was no armor left, and Makawa Dazuo was beaten like a sieve...... But that day, the comet passed through the fire position, and the creeper had an accident, a dying Japanese soldier, a bullet actually pierced the heart of the creeper, and the military commander of the seven tigers, the creeper Xiang Shounong Xiangye, and the 3,500 Japanese troops died together......

That wisp of loyal soul returned to the throne of God. It is still the position of the Southern Three Qi Fire Dexing Jun Zhengshen.

Predict what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown! ”