Gao Jianguo looked at the wildly raging mountain fire in the distance, turned around and issued an order to the commanders of various departments behind him: "The artillery detachment chooses its own location to establish an artillery firing position. The other detachments cordoned off the tribe, and when the artillery was ready, they pushed me up and didn't let one go. The Death Army Brigade and the Mountain Guerrillas are ready to surprise at any time and strictly clean up the battlefield. ”

Hearing Gao Jianguo's order, everyone responded with a bang. Everyone left separately and began to make final preparations for battle.

Fujita and Kenji stood in front of the daredevils, their eyes coldly looking at the soaring flames in the distance, and their eyes flashed with a crazy look. The daredevils behind them, they exuded a solemn atmosphere, although they were all wearing grimace masks, and their expressions could not be seen clearly, but they felt like a group of evil ghosts from hell.

Most of the local natives of the mountain guerrillas had experienced such a battle for the first time, and they all had excited expressions. Ben Lalan stood in the queue, although he had been fighting wild beasts in the mountains and forests for many years, and although he had just experienced a hard battle, his mood was still very excited. Being in such an environment will always make you unconsciously integrate into it and make your blood boil.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the artillery positions are ready......"

Gao Jianguo's earphones came from the voice of the artillery chief Shang Ming, he sneered, and then said gloomily into the earphones: "Shang Ming, shoot all the shells for me, after the shelling is over, if the Urgu tribe still has a complete house, you, the director of the artillery department, don't do anything." ”

"Yes! Guaranteed completion of the task ......"

Shang Ming received Gao Jianguo's order, turned around and shouted loudly at the various artillery positions: "Cheer me up, give me all the shells." At such a close distance, if you still can't play well. You're all going to die headbutting. I usually brag to me every day, but now that it's true, everyone is staring at us, don't embarrass us with artillery. Listen to my command, launch ......"

The people in the artillery department heard Shang Ming's words. The eyes were also red, and the artillery observation team quickly calculated the shooting yuan, and even saved the test firing, and directly issued the order to shoot. Six 120-mm mortars, ten 82-mm mortars, roared almost simultaneously.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

A dull cannon shot rang out. Mortar shells shot out in an instant, cutting a curved curve in the sky, whistling and smashing into the Urgu tribe in the distance, and there were bursts of piercing whistling sounds.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

Mortar shells fell with a bang and exploded violently in the Urgu tribe. A 120-mm mortar shell landed right on top of the large house in the middle of the tribe. The house was blown apart in an instant. Countless scattered pieces of wood, mixed with human flesh and corpses, were crumbled and flipped in all directions in the blink of an eye.

The tribe was in complete chaos, and more than a thousand of the tribe's strongest warriors were gathering in front of the tribe's gates, preparing to attack the enemy outside the tribe, but after a round of fierce artillery fire, they saw their homes being wantonly destroyed by the other side. Their eyes immediately turned red.

They opened the gate and frantically rushed towards the steel monsters on the opposite beach. Seeing the home behind him, he is being ravaged by the enemy in front of him. The bravery left in their bloodline by their ancestors has also been completely stimulated.

Facing the huge steel monsters on the opposite side, they were undaunted, holding harpoons, bows and arrows, and rushed forward with a loud roar.

But even the most brave wild female real natives can't shake the rain of bullets fired by modern firearms. With Gao Jianguo's order, more than 100 light and heavy machine guns. Nearly at the same time, scorching flames erupted.

As bullets spilled into the crowd opposite, those heroic wild Jurchen natives were hit by countless bullets and flew away one after another. But the ones behind still roared loudly and rushed up, and fell on the way to the charge. All of them were beaten to the ground.

In just an instant, more than a thousand wild Jurchen natives fell in front of the river beach, corpses everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

As the shells continued to fall, the entire Urgu tribe was filled with bloody rain, with cries, screams, and violent explosions of shells one after another. The ruins and ruins of the walls were also lit up with raging flames, and the smell of human flesh was burning everywhere.

Fujita and Kenji were stunned by the sight in front of them at this time. Although they knew that the main family was extremely powerful, they did not know until today that the strength of the main family was unfathomable, and it was not something they could guess at all.

The warriors of the Death Army behind them were even more completely shocked, and they watched a huge tribe as vulnerable as paper paste in the face of the powerful artillery fire of the main family. In an instant, it was bombarded and annihilated.

Almost all of these samurai from Japan are samurai with family traditions. Growing up in the ears and eyes of their parents, every time they listen to their fathers talk about the tragic battles of the year, they will be passionate.

But today, they knew that even if the most powerful cavalry of the Takeda clan and the standing army of the Oda family arrived here, under such artillery fire, they would also be turned into powder in an instant, and they would be vulnerable.

The local natives of the mountain guerrillas trembled all over their bodies and turned pale. Such a scenario is beyond their comprehension. Aside from the power of the gods, they really couldn't think of a more powerful being than this.

The soldiers of the Far Eastern Company were also flushed, and their hearts were surging. Soldiers in peacetime may have eternal regrets throughout their lives, they have not experienced the baptism of gunpowder smoke and the roar of artillery fire, so they can only silently stick to their own perseverance. Only in the war-torn battlefield can the true value of soldiers be realized, and only there is a stage for them to dominate.

Although many of them have participated in exercises in the past, the artillery fire prepared by the firepower at that time was even a thousand times more fierce than now, but the exercise is an exercise, how can it be compared with a scene like today.

The frenzied artillery fire finally ended, and the valley that had been noisy just now became unusually quiet. The smoke cleared, and a scene like the end of the world was presented in front of everyone's eyes. The rows of wooden houses of the tribe had disappeared, as if the entire valley had been turned over.

Gao Jianguo said in a deep voice: "The daredevils assault in small squads, enter the Urgu tribe to clean up the battlefield, and the mountain guerrillas cooperate with the daredevils to fight. The sniper occupies favorable terrain and provides precise fire support to the assault force. ”

Fujita received Gao Jianguo's order, and did not look back, but waved his hand very forcefully. He drew his katana from behind him and walked out first. Kenji behind him and all the daredevils also drew their katanas and followed closely behind Fujita.

A group of daredevils walked very slowly, but the murderous aura they released was like a dark cloud pressing down, slowly pressing towards the Urgu tribe. Even the mountain guerrillas who followed them could feel the eerie aura in front of them, which made their scalps tingle.

Carrying a wire crossbow, Ben Laden nervously followed behind the daredevils and samurai, his eyes fixed on the tribe in front of him, which was filled with gunsmoke. It wasn't until they set foot in this tribe that they really appreciated the damage caused by the shelling just now.

A wild Jurchen native crawled out of the pile of rubble, and he was lucky to survive the dense artillery fire just now. But he was almost knocked unconscious, and stood there staggeringly, looking around.

It took a long time for him to react. His home had been completely destroyed, but before he could grieve, he saw a group of short people walking in front of him, and these people gave him the feeling that they were like a group of humanoid beasts, full of violent murderous aura.

"Ahh

Fujita roared, rushed over in a few steps, raised his knife in his hand, and cut this wild girl real native in half. Other daredevils also walked into the tribe, stepping on the corpses of the natives, and constantly searching for the living wild Jurchen natives in the ruins.

Although the shelling just now was extremely fierce, some people were lucky to survive. But what awaits them is the katana in the hands of the daredevils, and even if anyone escapes the slaughter of the daredevils, they will die under the crossbow arrows of the mountain guerrillas. Occasionally, a person who slipped through the net and just wanted to escape, and the blockers placed on the perimeter would shoot him in the head.

For a whole afternoon, under the dragnet search of the Death Army and the mountain guerrillas, the only surviving natives of the entire Urgu tribe also died under the butcher's knife of the Death Army. There are men and women, old people and children, but in the eyes of the daredevils, there is no difference.

At night, a Jingguan made of thousands of human heads appeared on the river beach, and the Urgu tribe in the valley also ignited a raging fire, and the Urgu tribe, which was originally extremely powerful within a radius of hundreds of miles, was wiped out in just one day.

Beginning the next day, the reinforced battalion was divided into independent detachments and began to sweep through the surrounding tribes, large and small. Many tribes lived along the river or near its tributaries. No one expected that the Urgu tribe would be wiped out in one day.

It wasn't until the tribe was surrounded that they reacted, and in the face of a sudden attack, how could they, the small tribes, stand it. Except for the tribal indigenous women in their teens and twenties, the rest of the chickens and dogs are not left.

The eyes of the Death Army samurai were red, and with the fire support of modern weapons, the Death Army samurai and mountain guerrillas had only a few dozen lightly wounded, and most of them did not affect the next battle.

For a few days, the air within a radius of hundreds of miles was covered with blood, and many years later, there were few people here, like a ghost. (To be continued)

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