"Yo Xi, Li Jun, yours, it's good." Xi Yiyi, who came to Li Shoushan's front-line headquarters to personally observe the battle situation because he was concerned about the front-line war, put down the binoculars in his hand and patted Li Shoushan's shoulder with a happy face.

As a native of the Northeast, Li Shoushan, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, seems to have a few bones removed in an instant, and his legs are slightly half-squatting, so that Xi Yiyi, who is only 1.6 meters tall, can pat his shoulder effortlessly.

As if he had forgotten that he was still in his command headquarters last night, he secretly scolded Xi Yiyi for not taking himself seriously, with an extremely humble smile on his face, and said: "Thanks to your tactical guidance, Your Excellency, the commander of the division, the First Tank Brigade of the Imperial Army is brave and invincible, and the Fengtian Independent Brigade will repay the high hopes of the division commander with victory." ”

"Haha, Li Jun's loyalty, I will definitely report to His Excellency Commander Muto, please Li Jun must continue to maintain pressure on the Chinese defenders, and firmly occupy the No. 1 position at Luoguoding to wait for the main force of the Imperial Army, if this battle is won, Li Jun's Fengtian Independent Brigade will be the first merit, and the Empire will not be stingy with rewards." Xi Yiyi, who enjoyed Li Shoushan's extremely charming face and a heavy sycophant, laughed.

As long as they can occupy the position on the top of the mountain, no matter how many Chinese troops hide in the tunnel, it can only be a turtle in the urn, and Nishi Yiyi also knows the importance of the ridge position on the top of the mountain for mountain anticline operations. And now, the tanks and hundreds of soldiers approaching the position are about to achieve this strategic goal.

At least in Xiyi's mind at this time, there is nothing that can stop the empire's chariots, and the Chinese's sharpest super-fire machine gun can only tickle the empire's steel behemoths.

Xiyi didn't know that weapons are always for people to use, and when people's courage overcomes the shadow of death, the energy that weapons can burst out will far exceed the power that the designer himself has limited to him.

It is always people, not weapons, that determine the victory of war.

Even in the future, there will be more and more weapons that can destroy opponents thousands of kilometers apart, but there has never been an instance of being able to conquer a nation with long-range strikes, and the frequent dispatch of American GIs has well confirmed this.

As the puppet troops who were 50 meters in front of the defender's position gradually calmed down at this time, although the artillery fire of the Chinese army would still explode around them, and some would even take the lives of several colleagues, the vast majority of them still exploded dozens of meters away, and the casualties they suffered were also within the range of bearability.

As long as they step into the position and take out the Chinese defenders whose resistance is getting weaker and weaker, they will not only survive, but also receive meritorious service awards.

"Regimental deputy, we need reinforcements." The young lieutenant asked Tang Yongming with an anxious face.

"We must insist that the artillery battery of the Independent Regiment will open fire on this place immediately, and we cannot pull the brethren in." Tang Yongming's face was as pale as iron, and he rejected the lieutenant's request.

"But, but I have less than fifty brothers, and the rest are gone, and the little devil, and there are eight tanks, what can I do?" The young lieutenant cried out with a cry.

"Then take your life and mine, Li Guobin, you tell me if you are a bad seed? If it is, you will take your Lian to go back and change to someone else now, if not, then give Lao Tzu to go back and continue to fight, you must hold on to Lao Tzu for at least ten minutes. Tang Yongming roared angrily.

"Yes." The young lieutenant raised his hand and saluted, turned and left.

"Wait, except for the death squad left, the rest of the people, retreat to the second trench first." Tang Yongming called out to the young lieutenant.

"Yes." The young lieutenant paused for a moment and accelerated away from the command.

Li Guobin's eyes were red when he walked out of the headquarters, and this military order meant that the last move was finally going to be used, and he only had fifty brothers left, and he had to go twelve less.

In any case, the twelve people in this death squad will never come back.

"Turn the ruler down 0532 and shoot at Area One." Zhao Ergou's voice was like a broken saw that had lost its serrations, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, his eyes were full of blood, and he suddenly shouted: "Open the cannon." ”

Area 1, 100 meters ahead of the Black Cauldron Position, has included the Black Cauldron Position, and there, there is a whole company of defenders. This is the second time that Zhao Ergou has fired at his comrades, and every time he pulls the bolt, Zhao Ergou's heart will throb violently.

If he could, he would rather choose not to be the commander of this artillery company again, and order the artillery to be fired at the position of his comrades, he would never want to come back for a third time, the pain is really very understandable.

Compared to this pain, the frantic retaliatory attack of the Japanese artillery destroyed his artillery company and a mountain cannon was nothing.

In fact, Zhao Ergou's eyes were bloodshot, and the captain of the Japanese artillery wing more than ten miles away was also thunderous.

The enemy artillery fired at the friendly troops without stopping was simply the greatest insult to the 8th Artillery Wing, and 24 of the 36 guns under his command were now firing at the artillery positions of the Chinese, firing more than 200 rounds without showing any signs of weakening the opponent's shelling, that is to say, not only did he not destroy the enemy's artillery, but even the simplest suppression.

Even, the Chinese simply regarded his artillery wing as nothing, and did not see any retaliation, just a vigorous and frantically firing at friendly troops.

"The Chinese are really crazy." The commander of the 8th Artillery Wing, Nakao Inoue, could only sigh and shake his head.

"Baga, the Chinese are really crazy." Katsuji Watanabe, who was sitting in tank No. 3 and commanding eight tanks, let out the same lament as his compatriots, and at the same time his eyes widened.

HE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH HIS HAND A LARGE BAG THAT KNOCKED OUT OF HIS HEAD BECAUSE OF THE TANK'S VIOLENT SHAKE, THE MASTERPIECE OF A 75MM MOUNTAIN GUN THAT EXPLODED FIVE METERS AWAY FROM THE TANK. In the lookout hole, dozens of meters away, the turret of an unlucky egg directly hit by a mountain artillery shell was directly blown into parts, not only now, but even in the future, the most fragile tank with the top armor is most afraid of an attack from the sky.

"All accelerated." Katsuji Watanabe roared hoarsely.

The determination of the Chinese to brazenly ignore the fierce shelling of their own soldiers even on the position made the Japanese nobleman Watanabe Nakasa feel fear for the first time, he didn't want to be the unlucky guy who was blown up and the turret was all blown up and killed in the tank, although the probability was small and pitiful, but there was also a chance that it was not? He wants to become an imperial general, and it is not impossible to become a marshal, how can he die in this obscure little place in China?

If Watanabe Katsuji knows a Chinese saying: there are some things that you can't be afraid of, and the more you are afraid, the more something will come. Then he would definitely take the idea back, preferring never thought about it. 210[.]