It didn't take long for a rumbling cannon sound to sound on the position of the Eighth Route Army, and the mortar shells quickly fell into the crowd of devils with a piercing whistling sound.

"Boom~! Rumble~! Violent explosions sounded one after another, and the little devils fell under the artillery fire of the Eighth Route Army in pieces.

The machine gun positions of the devils were destroyed one by one by the artillery fire of the Eighth Route Army, and the grenadier teams could not avoid the priority of the shells, and they were bombed into the sky one after another.

Several mortar squads were scattered, with one artillery as a group, scattered on the positions of the Eighth Route Army, and selected a suitable place to open artillery to bombard the little devils, only firing three artillery pieces at a time, and after the three artillery pieces were fired, they immediately retreated and shifted their positions. Due to the extremely fast rate of fire of the mortar, the third artillery only takes about ten seconds, so it will not give the devil's artillery any chance to counteract at all.

The machine guns of the little devils, as well as the grenadiers and the places where the personnel are relatively dense, have become the priority objects of the artillery squad of the military engineering team.

Violent explosions continued to sound, and pieces of fire continued to rise in the crowd of devils, and the attacking little devils were turned on their backs by the bombers, and they suffered heavy casualties. Due to the large number of grenadiers and machine guns blown up, the devil's firepower soon weakened.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are becoming more and more courageous, and they continue to shoot desperately at the little devils, the firepower is getting more and more fierce, and the dense rain of bullets has formed an impenetrable fire blockade net, blocking the little devils from the outside, and any little devils who dare to approach the position, without exception, all fell under the rain of bullets and bullets of the Eighth Route Army, and became a gradually cold corpse on the ground.

watched his men fall one after another on the way to charge, while the position of the Eighth Route Army was still as stable as Mount Tai, standing still.

Takeda Shaosa was so angry that he almost vomited blood, raised his command knife again, and roared loudly: "Warriors of the Empire! Your Majesty's Majesty the Emperor has come to be loyal to you, so keep charging! Kill and give~! ”

Takeda Shaozo roared angrily, and rushed out directly with a command knife, maybe this old devil was completely mad, and he rushed up without hesitation.

However, this move somewhat inspired some little devils and aroused the last trace of courage in the hearts of these little devils, and these stupid forks also roared angrily and rushed up viciously.

"Da Da Da Da~!" The machine gun let out a dull roar, and a blazing rain of bullets swept over quickly.

In the terrible screams, the little devils fell down one by one. Takeda Shaoza turned a blind eye to this, still brandishing his command knife, roaring loudly, and continued to rush forward.

"Kill and give~!" Takeda Shaozo let out a final roar, at this time a string of dense bullets swept over, Takeda Shaoza's two arms were knocked out one after another, several bullets left blood holes in Takeda Shaoza's body, blood was like a fountain, and it couldn't stop gushing out, the old devil's body was almost deformed, and he didn't even snort before he died, his eyes rolled, he raised his head and fell to the ground, and he couldn't die anymore.

The little devils desperately launched an attack, and the martial arts team also tried their best, and the three infantry squadrons were all engaged in the battle, and this time the battle lasted for more than an hour.

The little devils tried their best, but in the end they failed to break through the defense line of the Eighth Route Army, and on the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, hundreds of devil corpses were added again, and Takeda Shaoza's third brigade was almost wiped out.

After this battle, the Japanese army was hit hard again, seeing this scene in front of him, the muscles on Mano Goro's face couldn't help twitching, and his little heart twitched suddenly, Mano Goro's face turned pale and he almost turned his back on his back.

It's no wonder that Mano Goro is so sad, when the Eighth Route Army attacked Dingzhou Station and Dingzhou City, it had already disabled a brigade of the independent second mixed brigade, and then the second brigade crossed the Tang River Bridge to reinforce Dingzhou, and was ambushed by the Wugong team, suffered heavy losses, and was basically scrapped, and the rest of the people were incorporated into Takeda Shaoza's third brigade, but now Mano Goro is watching Takeda Shaoza's third brigade be wiped out.

As a result, Goro Mano's 2nd Independent Mixed Brigade has lost three infantry brigades one after another. The 2nd Independent Mixed Brigade has only five infantry brigades and one artillery brigade, and other logistical baggage units, although there are still some people, but these people have no combat effectiveness at all.

In other words, Mano Goro's combat troops have lost more than half, and they have not even broken through the defense line of the Eighth Route Army, and there is still a distance of more than ten miles from Dingzhou.

"Bagaya Road~!" Mano Goro finally took a breath and gritted his teeth and scolded: "These hateful dirt eight roads, I will break them into ten thousand pieces!" ”

"Your Excellency the General's anger!" A devil officer next to him hurriedly comforted.

Anger? Mano Goro was angry at this time, how to swallow this evil breath. The old devil gritted his teeth and roared loudly: "Give me the order artillery position, and concentrate all the artillery fire to bomb me~!" Raze the Dirt Eight Road positions on the opposite side to the ground for me, and blow up all these hateful Earth Eight Roads! ”

"Hello!" A devil officer hurriedly answered, turned around and ran to deliver the order.

With Mano Goro's order, not long after, the devil's artillery position sounded again with a rumbling cannon, and the shells with a piercing whistling sound, like hail, continued to smash on the position of the Eighth Route Army, and exploded violently.

In the blink of an eye, the position of the Wugong Brigade was once again plunged into a cloud of artillery fire, and in an anti-artillery hole, Liu Hong summoned all the squadron leaders of the three infantry squadrons under the Wugong Team.

Liu Hong frowned and asked, "What is the loss of each army?" Liu Hong said and glanced at Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei lowered his head and said dejectedly: "Our first squadron has lost more than half, and there are only about 200 people left to fight. ”

Before this expedition, three infantry squadrons were replenished, each with about five hundred men.

Liu Hong sighed slightly, nodded and turned to look at Bai Ling next to him.

Bai Ling glanced up at Liu Hong, shook his head and said, "The losses of our second squadron are not small, and now there are only about three hundred people who can fight. ”

Liu Hong nodded, turned to Zhou Wenxuan and asked, "What about your three squadrons?" ”

Zhou Wenxuan lowered his head and replied, "We are about the same as the first squadron, there are only about two hundred people left. ”

Liu Hong closed his eyes in pain, the three infantry squadrons lost more than half, and there were only about 700 people left in the three squadrons, so many excellent soldiers sacrificed, how could Liu Hong not be sad.

(End of chapter)