Compared with Lin Dabazuo, who gave up his only chance, Liu Lang, who was eyeing him there, was looking for his own opportunity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know if it's because of the arrogance of the devils, or because I'm very tired after a few days of fierce fighting, there are surprisingly few patrols of the devils near the headquarters.

Two full hours passed, and Liu Lang and more than 20 remnants not only did not reveal their tracks, but even found an abandoned tunnel position about 1,500 meters away from the headquarters.

Liu Lang did not hesitate to take the soldiers away from the Japanese command headquarters that he had finally found, and entered the tunnel.

The brightly lit farmhouse courtyard in the distance became a small bright spot in everyone's field of vision, and it was once again out of reach.

This move seemed to most soldiers to be even more incomprehensible than a moth to a fire attacking the enemy headquarters. In contrast to the former, which can be called suicide by cutting the neck, the latter is a slow way of suicide that is simply desperate to lose all courage.

How much nerve tenacity does it take to build a position in the encirclement of tens of thousands of enemies?

But Liu Lang just did it.

Liu Lang's plan was originally very simple, just before the Nationalist army launched an attack, the remnants of the group with rudimentary positions would shoot to attract the attention of the guards, and he himself would infiltrate the Japanese headquarters alone and carry out the decapitation operation.

The Japanese army, which was defeated by a sudden attack in history, will be even more defeated after suddenly losing its command, that is Liu Lang's chance to survive in death, and he can't win the morale of the little devil, but it should not be too difficult to escape from the little Japanese who have lost their fighting spirit.

If he rushed towards the headquarters with a gun as Chi Dakui and the soldiers thought, Liu Lang would not be so two, not to mention anything else, just the two machine guns at the gate of the farmhouse courtyard could make these more than 20 people hate all the way to the charge.

However, this does not mean that there is no risk, even if they are holding their positions, but with this crooked light machine gun and a dozen rifles, it is still a big question whether they can hold out for twenty minutes under the onslaught of a squadron.

Hold on for twenty minutes, and those who are lucky enough not to die can live, and if they can't hold it, it will be the end of the group's annihilation, and the risk is also huge.

Looking at the pocket watch, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Liu Lang was gathering Chi Dakui and Zhao Ergou to prepare to tell them his decision, when there was a sudden rumbling sound of a car engine in his ears.

Liu Lang turned his head in horror, two snow-bright lights were shining towards this side in the dark night, although it was still far away, but subconsciously, all the soldiers fell to the ground.

Liu Lang squinted his eyes, and as the roar of the car engine gradually approached, Liu Lang's pupils gradually adapted to the brightness that was no longer pitch black.

Out of the night, two hundred meters away from them was a six-wheeled truck, traveling in the same direction as they were. Maybe it's because there are too many potholes on the battlefield, and the truck is moving very slowly, estimating the time, Liu Lang can't help but want to scold his mother a little, why is this little devil so cautious when driving a car, seventy years later, in China, an eighty-year-old lady can throw them ten streets on a bicycle.

Soon, Liu Lang knew why the truck was moving so slowly.

Only heard the sound of "bang", the car stopped, only to hear the little devil in the car screaming angrily, although it was too far away Liu Lang couldn't hear what they were shouting, but the light of the flashlight carried by the seven or eight figures who jumped out of the truck finally made Liu Lang see what was hindering their speed.

The dark shadow behind the truck was a cannon.

It may have encountered a big pit, and the black but not very huge cannon turned over in the pit, and seven or eight little devils were trying to straighten the cannon body.

A huge burst of joy suddenly filled Liu Lang's chest, he was really sleepy and met the pillow, it was a surprise attack with a casualty rate of 99%, but there was a long-range killing weapon.

The Japanese army really lived up to the title of the captain of the transportation brigade in the drama of the Anti-Japanese War, and even sent this thing to the door when he needed it most.

As the most elite special forces of the Republic, all kinds of things in the navy, land and air force have been trained, and the latest Jian-10 fighter Liu Lang has nearly 400 hours of flight time, and he naturally has no shortage of artillery work. Liu Lang once had a record of 100% hit by five consecutive shots of the PP89 100mm mortar, even the professional artillerymen shook their heads at Liu Lang and admired that this guy was born with the talent to fight artillery.

However, there is a big difference between the cannon of seventy years ago and the high-tech integrated cannon of later generations, out of caution, of course, with the intention of a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, Liu Lang asked in a low voice: "Which of you has ever shot a cannon?" ”

Liu Lang didn't have much hope that he could find the technical arm of artillery in the middle of a group of infantry, it was a big deal, it would be good to put him a few more cannons, and as for whether he could kill the commander of the little devil, it could only depend on luck.

"Sir, I used to be an artilleryman." Zhao Ergou suddenly raised his hand.

"You?" Not only Liu Lang was puzzled, but even Chi Dakui and the others were a little dumbfounded.

If Liu Lang is not mistaken, Zhao Ergou's previous rank on his shoulders shows that he is just a first-class soldier, in other words, he is the legendary cannon fodder. If you don't engage in artillery that is still high-tech at the moment, but come to the front line as cannon fodder, it's no wonder that everyone, including Liu Lang, finds it hard to believe.

"Really, sir, I'm not lying." Zhao Ergou's face turned red and argued in a low voice.

"I used to be an artillery squad leader at Major Marshal Zhang in the Northeast, and then the Japanese came。。。。。。" Seeing that there were still doubts on everyone's faces, Zhao Ergou looked ashamed and explained weakly.

It turned out that he was a deserter, a deserter who fled from the white mountains and black soil of the northeast to the hinterland of China, and a year ago he became a deserter from the leader to the soldier.

Liu Lang somewhat understood that the former deserters were so emotionally out of shape after killing the Japanese, retreating again and again, and the despair of escaping could almost make normal people collapse.

"How's the level?" Liu Lang was happy in his heart, but his face was silent.

"Hehe, sir, it's not me who blows, I'm born to shoot artillery, whether it's a little devil's grenadier, a 92 infantry gun, or a Western war defense artillery, I will make it, within a thousand meters, I dare not say that ten shots and ten hits, ten shots and nine hits are absolutely fine!" As soon as he talked about his professional skills, Zhao Ergou's face was full of confidence, as if he was afraid that Liu Lang would not believe it, squinted and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were still busy not far away, and said with certainty: "Sir, the little devil is pulling the Type 41 75mm mountain gun." ”

"Okay, that's you." Liu Lang nodded happily, "Now let's go kill the little devils and rob their guns." ”

Finally able to do it with the devil, the soldiers who had been suppressed for half the night did not have much fear on their faces, more excitement, as for what to do after alarming the devil, that is what the commander should think.

A gunshot rang out, kicking off the prelude to the official start of Liu Lang's beheading operation.