Lieutenant Yoshino, the leader of the devil's squadron, requested artillery support and was quickly sent outside the town, and Captain Ueno Murafu, although very unhappy that the attack was progressing so slowly, finally nodded and allowed the artillery fire. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two Type 92 infantry guns were fed into the chamber with the metal friction of the shells, and with two toms, the recoil generated by the shells stirred up a puff of smoke and dust, enveloping the artillery operators, and they began to load new shells.

The cannonball crossed the sky in a graceful arc and fell into the river bridge, and then the earth began to tremble again, rising a huge column of smoke, and the gray tiles on the house fell down with a clatter, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

The old king's head leaned against the corner of the wall, and the dust above his head fell in a pour, covering his body layer after layer, and finally turned into the same earthy color as the wall.

The rest of the soldiers were holding their guns and looked at the shaking tiles above their heads from time to time, fearing that they would hit their heads.

"Why do you think the little devil is such a loser? If you say that you will bombard, you will not know that you are a diligent and thrifty housekeeper. The old king dusted off his hat while scolding the little devil for being a loser.

In fact, the devils have a complete industrial system, and the assembly line manufactures weapons and ammunition, and they don't need to be diligent and thrifty at all, they only care about their soldiers, not these shells.

Yang Ling didn't care about the old king's complaints, unscrewed the kettle, and poured cold water into his throat with a grunt, cherishing this short rest.

The devils only stopped after hitting half of the base number of shells, not that they were unwilling to continue fighting, but that after three months of fierce fighting, their ammunition consumption was too great, and they couldn't keep up with it for a while.

Lieutenant Yoshino transferred another infantry squad of his squadron to the town of Jiangqiao to increase the strength of the Chinese defenders.

This time, Lieutenant Yoshino learned to be obedient, and did not rush forward to pursue the guerrilla group of the Chinese defenders as he had done before, but took his subordinates as the combat unit, starting from South Street, and carried out a dragnet sweep street by street, house by house, and their machine guns were set up on the streets and commanding heights, as long as the defenders showed up, they would definitely not be pleased.

Several guerrilla groups continued to fight the devils as they had just done, but as soon as they emerged, the devil's machine guns that occupied the commanding heights came at them, forcing them to retreat and hide.

However, the devils are clearing street by street and house by house, and the living space of the defenders is constantly compressed, and it will not be long before the devils will force them into a corner, and there will be no resistance.

Liu Yidao led several soldiers with large knives over a wall and landed in a ruined courtyard, when suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the window, and he was so frightened that he died.

"Platoon Commander Liu?" The old king's head sticked out of the window, looking at Liu Yidao, who was hiding behind the water tank, and shouted.

Liu Yidao heard the familiar voice, raised his head and saw the dusty face of the old king, and scolded: "The old king, why are you hiding in this pimple, scared Lao Tzu to death, I thought it was a devil."

Liu Yidao and a few brothers hurriedly entered the house where Yang Ling was hiding, and the two guerrilla groups turned.

"Didn't you fight in the east, and came this way?" Lao Wang looked at the embarrassed few people and approached him to ask.

"It's not that they were forced by the little devils, they cleaned up house by house, and the machine guns were set up on the upper floors over there, as long as we showed up, we had to be shot, and there was no way to fight over there."

Yang Ling frowned when he heard Liu Yidao's narration, no wonder they had no devils moving in this ambush for half a day, and they felt that they had learned to be obedient and began to pull the net to clean up.

A strong sense of crisis shrouded Yang Ling's heart, if the situation really develops, they will be forced out by the devil sooner or later, and then it will be really more auspicious.

Yang Ling stood up with a gun: "We must break the devil's game, otherwise we won't survive."

"There are devils everywhere, we can't get out, how can we break it?"

Yang Ling's gaze swept over the roof of the broken hole, and pointed in the direction to the east: "The dragnet type of cleanup must have come up with the devil commander, as long as we kill the devil commander, then this situation will naturally be broken, as long as we hold on until dark, I estimate that the order to retreat will come down, and we don't need to fight the devil here, as long as we hold on until dark."

Liu Yidao scratched his dusty head: "It's easier said than done, now the streets are full of devil soldiers, how do we know where the devil commander is."

Yang Ling pondered for a moment and then analyzed: "The devils are from the east, and their infantry artillery is also east of the town, I estimate that their commander is east of the town."

"But there must be a large number of devils around the devil commander, and it's useless for us to go."

"How do you know if you don't try." Yang Ling said and walked out of the gate with a gun.

"Damn, just try it!" Seeing Yang Ling and them rushing out, Liu Yidao gritted his teeth and followed with his brothers.

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Devil Lieutenant Yoshino led a large number of devils to search unhurriedly, and he was not in a hurry at all, the outside of the town had been surrounded by the friendly Takahashi squadron, and the Chinese defenders in the town were grasshoppers after the autumn, and the trapped beasts were still fighting.

The devil infantry took the squad as the combat unit, covering each other to clear the streets, and did not let go of every house, street corner, and firewood pile, making a mess everywhere.

According to Lieutenant Yoshino's words, not to mention that the Shina army is hiding, not even a single mouse will try to hide in their carpet search.

In the face of the devils' obscene advance and compression of living space, the various guerrilla groups hiding in the town felt more and more restricted, although they beat the devils coldly, but if they were not careful, they would capsize in the gutter, because the devil soldiers reacted quickly and their marksmanship was accurate.

Just as Liu Ming, the deputy of the supplementary regiment, was frowning because of the devil's carpet search, a soldier with a dark face rushed to Liu Ming with a gun.

"Deputy regiment, Company Commander Yang took people to the headquarters of the devil soldiers, and he asked us to contain the devils with firepower and cover them."

"The surname Yang is crazy, he still wants to go to the headquarters of the devil soldiers, I think he was almost taken by the devil." The grizzled Li Tiezhu suddenly shouted.

Liu Ming stood up with the shell gun in his hand: "Order all guerrilla groups to take action, take the initiative to attack the devils, and attract firepower."

Li Tiezhu grabbed Liu Ming: "Deputy of the regiment, do you really listen to the fool surnamed Yang?"

"How do you know if you don't try, what if he succeeds."

Liu Ming now has an inexplicable trust in Yang Ling, mainly because he led people to destroy the devil's advance detachment, and the street fighting guerrilla proposed was not bad, so he habitually chose to believe in Yang Ling.