At six o'clock in the morning, the explosions that had been ringing all night finally stopped.

Looking at the stronghold strewn with bomb craters around him, the commander wanted to cry without tears.

The most striking thing in this was the artillery position, where more than a dozen corpses fell to the ground in various postures, the blood had dried up, and they were motionless.

"Sir, the losses of the stronghold have been counted."

"Last night, the Eighth Route Army brought in a total of 45 explosives packages, judging from the size of the crater: there were ordinary explosives bags with a charge of 20 catties, and there were also large explosive bags with a charge of 40 catties."

"Because it is filled with black powder, ordinary explosive packs have limited power, and it is difficult to cause damage to the bunker."

"But the explosives pack with a charge of forty pounds is very powerful, especially when it explodes on the edge of the bunker."

"There was a bunker that was completely destroyed by two enlarged explosives packets that exploded at close range in a row, and the imperial army stationed inside, the Imperial Army, were all killed, and the other bunkers were intact."

"But 19 people were killed by the shock wave, and 12 people were shocked out of internal injuries and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness."

"In addition, the artillery squad also lost 15 people, including three seriously wounded, plus the losses in the destroyed bunker, we lost a total of 45 killed last night, and 14 were seriously wounded and incapacitated."

"There are 21 Imperial Armies and 38 Imperial Allies in it."

The commander clenched his fists, his muscles exposed, his face full of anger, and his eyes turned red.

This loss was too great, equivalent to more than 10% of the strength of the stronghold garrison being wiped out in one night.

If the Eighth Route Army continues to attack the stronghold with flying thunder artillery tonight, the garrison will definitely have casualties, and it will not be much smaller.

If it continues like this, without the Imperial Army killing the stronghold, the Eighth Route Army can inflict heavy casualties on the stronghold garrison just by bombarding it with flying thunder artillery.

The commander didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and cried out through gritted teeth.

"We must find a way to kill the flying thunder cannon equipped by the Eighth Route Army!"

The subordinate replied: "Sir, judging from the results of last night's battle, it seems that the artillery counterattack is useless. ”

"Not only did it not destroy the flying thunder artillery, but it attracted a retaliatory strike from the artillery of the Eighth Route Army."

"It must have been the Eighth Route Army that transferred the Flying Thunder Cannon before our shelling."

The commander kept his face calm and did not speak.

Although I don't want to admit it, it is.

After thinking for a long time, he spoke: "If the artillery counterattack is useless, we can only kill it, if we can destroy the flying thunder cannon, we will destroy it, and if we can't, we will destroy the blockade ditch that the Eighth Route Army repaired under our noses." ”

The subordinate reminded: "Doesn't this give the Eighth Route Army a chance to consume us with guerrilla warfare?" ”

The commander was angry and asked, "Then can you think of other ways to destroy the Flying Thunder Cannon?" ”

Seeing his subordinates shaking their heads, the commander continued.

"Let the flying thunder cannon continue to blow up, as long as they have enough black powder, we will die dozens of people every night, and the rest of the garrison will not be able to last even half a month."

"Although killing the stronghold will kill people, as long as the speed is fast enough, and destroy those flying thunder cannons in one operation, it will be once and for all, and the stronghold will never die because of the flying thunder cannons in a short period of time."

"Compared to being bombed every night, the casualties of the troops are definitely much smaller."

"Take 10,000 steps back, even if we fail to destroy those flying thunder cannons and only blow up the blockade ditch, it will last longer than being bombed every day."

"It will take time for the Eighth Route Army to dig the blockade trench again, and when digging into the trenches, their flying thunder cannons will not threaten us."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the thunder cannon sounded outside the stronghold on time.

The company commander, who had slept all night, was in good spirits, holding a telescope and staring at the stronghold motionlessly.

"Instructor, order the troops to prepare for battle, I have a feeling: it is impossible for the Japanese army to let the flying thunder artillery continue to blow up, last night's artillery counterattack did not work, and it is very likely that it will come out tonight and destroy our flying thunder artillery."

"Inform the artillery platoon, aim at the gate of the stronghold, if there is a Japanese puppet army rushing out, five rapid fires per gun, transfer after the battle, don't be targeted by the artillery in the stronghold. We can't afford to lose this little bit of money. ”

"Flying Thunder Cannon ready to retreat."

"If the Japanese puppet army kills it, the target will definitely be them."

"When you see the devils rushing out, you retreat along the communication trenches, and the infantry is responsible for covering, taking the opportunity to kill a few more enemies."

At ten o'clock in the evening, when the company commander wanted to think that he had made a mistake in judgment, the stronghold finally reacted.

In less than a minute, ten rounds of shells were fired at the main entrance of the stronghold.

Several fighters were killed, and the trenches were blown up in a large gap.

"Company commander, the gate of the stronghold is open, and the Japanese puppet army has come out!" The instructor stood next to him and reminded.

"Infantry cover, flying thunder artillery retreat immediately!" The company commander stared at the gate of the stronghold and ordered.

Seeing that there were more and more Japanese puppet troops rushing out, he continued to order: "Artillery fire, this is an excellent opportunity to kill and injure a large number of Japanese puppet troops." ”

The shells smashed at the door of the stronghold in four rounds, and the moment the flames splashed, the Japanese puppet army next to them was blown away together, or blown up and fell to the ground.

Every shell smashed down, and the Japanese puppet army within five meters around the impact point would be swept away.

The shelling was over, and the corpses and wounded had fallen to the ground at the entrance of the stronghold.

The commander stood on the roof of the turret, clenched his fists, and his face ached.

But he had no choice.

If the stronghold cannot be killed, the thunder cannon and the blockade ditch cannot be destroyed, and the casualties of the stronghold garrison will be even greater.

After more than two hours, the sound of gunfire began to weaken, and the attacking troops returned to their strongholds one after another.

Looking at the corpses left outside, the commander was sure: the casualties today are greater than the original.

"Sir, the damage has been counted!" The subordinate climbed up the turret and reported with his head down.

"We lost a total of 53 people in the sortie just now, of which 42 were killed, and all the bodies were left outside the stronghold. Eleven serious injuries were saved, almost all of which were caused by shelling at the entrance of the stronghold. ”

The anger that the commander pressed in his heart rushed out, and he wanted to curse.

But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't scold, the order to attack was given by himself, and he had no choice, he had nothing to do with his subordinates, and he couldn't find a target to vent his anger.

Finally, with a long sigh, he ordered: "Order the troops to rest well, and in the next two days, the stronghold will definitely not be attacked again." ”

"In addition, the stronghold will have an extra meal tomorrow night, whether it is the Imperial Army or the Imperial Army, there will be meat to eat."

"The morale of the troops is too low, and we must find a way to raise it, otherwise the stronghold will not be able to continue to hold."

Outside the stronghold, the company commander was smiling and arranging for the troops to count the corpses left outside by the devils one by one, and count the combat losses of the troops just now.

At this moment, he is already full of confidence, full of confidence in blocking the stronghold and finally taking the stronghold.

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