"They even have artillery?" Tetsujiro Yamada exclaimed. The staff officer next to him, Noheijiro, hurriedly tore him down, and a bullet grazed his ear, and the wind blew off half a piece of minced meat. Xiao Hefei on the hillside put down his gun, closed his eyes and shook his head, secretly screaming in his heart that it was a pity.

"They really have quite a few artillery!" Noboru Kunisaki, who heard the report from a distance, was also surprised.

Kunizaki Noboru didn't care too much, and the Central Army also had a lot of artillery, but it was finally routed. He had seen the shells they had discarded, and when he saw the inferior quality of the stuffed goods, he knew that the cannon might not be good.

But at this time, Tetsujiro Yamada felt a big headache, and on the mountains on both sides, there were at least three mountain guns bombarding. There were even five cannon muzzle flames in front of him. In the narrow clearing between the two mountains, there are not many places to hide. The rubble that had been washed down on the flat ground flew everywhere with the shock wave of the shells, denser than shrapnel, and it broke off when it hit the body.

Compared to artillery shells, machine gun bullets are more threatening.

On the battlefield, the vanguard's ammunition has never been economized. The high rate of fire of the MG-34 is just right for this extremely wasteful super-firepower.

The production of artillery made the tank factory very strained, and it took more than two days for the train guns alone to occupy a production line. The same logistics supply center has been running intensively, with a large number of machine guns and submachine guns constantly coming off the assembly line, but at the same time, the supply of ammunition has also accounted for half of the production capacity.

The speed at which the machine gun devoured the bullet made Huang Huamin, who was used to it, feel painful. But the effect is also exceptionally good. Under the barrage blockade, I want to rush over, unless it is steel and iron. A devil who leaned forward was shaken by the machine gun, and it took more than 20 bullets before he fell backwards, which made Huang Huamin, who happened to see it, break out in a cold sweat. Thinking of Meng Xiang's remarks that he would rather exchange a thousand shells for one person, he couldn't help but start thinking in his heart about how many bullets and shells it would take to destroy a wing.

The result of a simple calculation surprised him, when he was in the Central Army, not a single division had such fire support.

Looking at the piles of corpses falling in front of the barrage woven by a dozen machine guns, he still shouted: "Intensify the fire!" ”

As a result, more unprovoked firepower began to slaughter with all its might after the 41st Wing had entered the encirclement.

"No, there's too much firepower over there! Yamada has encountered a strong enemy, could it be that the main force of the 41st Division has moved here? Kunisaki listened for a long time, and hurriedly beckoned the men and horses to speed up, "Order, the Reading Mountain Artillery Wing behind you hurry up." ”

"Over there!" Tetsujiro Yamada pointed to the place where the machine guns were dense, and shouted with his teeth in amazement, the huge loss made him crazy for a moment. He also heard about the ambush of the 1st Brigade, but he didn't care about the final result. The firepower of the people of China is not good, this is what the people of the 21 Brigade said personally. But now, the intensity of firepower on the opposite side made him think of World War I Europe at once. How many heavy machine guns would it take to sweep through such a large rain of bullets?

Due to the fact that the march was too fast, the mountain artillery fell to the rear, along with the brigade. Fortunately, he also carried six 70-mm 92 infantry guns, as well as six 37-mm anti-tank guns of the anti-tank squadron. Although, two infantry guns and one anti-tank gun were damaged in the attack just now, the remaining firepower was also enough to suppress the machine guns on the opposite side.

The anti-tank guns were the first to speak, and after three cannon shots, the place with the most concentrated fire on the left was suddenly deserted.

"Over there!" Yamada was very satisfied, and it could be seen from the bombardment just now that the losses on the opposite side were not small.

"Be careful!" Jiro Nohira, who was wrapped in bandages next to him, shouted. In the sky, the screaming sound had already reminded Yamada to hurriedly lie down on the ground, and the guards hurriedly protected him.

The continuous roar of "boom boom" continued to set off in my ears for a long time. When it calmed down a little, Yamada got up in a daze, the bloody corpses of the guards protecting him had already been swept aside by the shock wave, and the two legs of the unconscious Noheira Jiro beside him had been blown off by Saigen, and seeing his body twitching in the pool of blood, I was afraid that it would not be possible.

Someone hurriedly ran over to bandage his still bleeding forehead, but he was rudely pushed away, and looked at the artillery positions not far away, five artillery positions, only two were still cleaning and carrying undamaged artillery, and the other three were already quiet.

"Ahh Yamada drew his command knife and shouted as he pointed forward. The snowy blade glittered in the sunlight, piercing Xiao Hefei's eye, which was constantly observing.

After shouting, Yamada waved his command knife, calmed his rising chest, and shouted: "Retreat......"

"Bah" "Bah" "Bah! Before he could finish speaking, three bullets in three different directions in a row hit his body almost simultaneously, and the impact that canceled each other did not make Tetsujiro Yamada fall immediately, and he stared forward, his face full of incredulity.

"Dazuo!" The shouts of the soldiers next to him were like a gust of wind blowing, and Yamada's body fell heavily to the ground, even if a bluestone on the ground hit the bridge of his nose, he didn't react at all, only blood covered half of his eyes staring at the hills in the distance, and there was still some unwillingness.

Huang Huamin looked at the 12 75 mountain guns and 24 80mm mortars in front of him with regret. With the mass production of heavy artillery, the pace of production of 75 mountain guns slowed down. Only 18 were initially mobilized to the Eastern Front. Other large-caliber artillery was inconvenient to transport, and was only arranged on the east side for external defense, so only these mountain guns were placed in the ambush circle.

Although the collective bombardment under the unified command by telephone just now knocked out most of the devil's artillery, it could not cover and kill the enemy on a large scale, otherwise with only those artillery pieces in hand, the devils would be directly blown up into the sky.

"Retreat! Fall back! Wing Chief of Staff Gu Xiong shouted loudly. Although he didn't hear Yamada's order, he saw Yamada's fall and the cripple of the artillery team, and he couldn't get a response to the distress signal, so he could only take matters into his own hands and save his strength first.

Unbeknownst to him, the radar station on the nearby hill was jamming the transmission of radio waves, and Noboru Kunisaki was also annoyed by the messy signal that he couldn't contact the 41st Wing. The technician next to him had to explain that there was magnetite near the mountain, which interfered with the signal.

"Order Nagano, go faster!" He could only order the 11th Wing to speed up again.

"Retreating?" Captain Toyoha Ikeda ran over and asked with a grim face. The other two group leaders had already fallen in the dead grass, and their superb bayonets and accurate shooting could not directly confront the never-ending machine-gun bullets.

"Yamada Dazuo has been shattered, and we can't contact the brigade again. Judging by the dense firepower around them, this is not something that one of our wings can deal with, they have at least two divisions! Haseo cowered behind an old crooked-necked willow tree, the warhead of a bullet just now still stuck on it, almost piercing. If he hadn't been lucky, I'm afraid he would have ended up like Yamada.

"Okay, I'll organize the evacuation!" Ikeda doesn't drag his feet either, and staying here in such a situation is only the end of the total annihilation.

If Meng Xiang saw it, he would definitely sigh at the exaggeration of film and television works, who said that this devil is a tendon, and he only knows how to charge in line. Under the dense barrage of bullets, those who charged fell, and the rest hid in various hidden places with lonely, sporadic gunfire. Even next to the corpse, there were people who hid, and they didn't move even though the bullets splashed their flesh and blood smeared their heads and faces.

Ikeda gave the signal to retreat, and immediately a number of disgraced living people were drilled out of various hidden places. Huang Huamin, who was constantly observing with a telescope, was also lamenting the tenacity of the devil's vitality, surviving for so long under such a dense rain of bullets. In fact, in the mountains, the terrain is uneven, and there are many places to dodge. If you had been prepared, I was afraid that these well-trained devils would have survived more.

But that's about it.

"Order the Ninth Regiment to plug the leak, don't let a devil go!"

"Phew!" With the outcropping, the rifles in the hands of the snipers immediately fired. Looking at a fallen soldier, Huang Huamin was also sighing at the skills of these marksmen. He didn't know how much hard it would take to train a sniper in a group of two, but he knew that not every soldier could finish killing an enemy with a single bullet.

At first, he was not familiar with the role of a sniper in the regiment, but after a few battles he realized the value of a sniper. With them, it is directly possible to suppress the morale of the enemy by ten or even a hundred times the number of enemies. Meng Xiang repeatedly stressed to the sniper that he must get a headshot to deal with him. The horror of being shot in the head by a bullet flying out of nowhere can definitely make a hot-blooded soldier sober up all at once.

"Phew!" Another brain burst, blue and red. One of the soldiers next to him couldn't stand the horror of his head being blown open, and jumped to the side with a scream, but then a bullet pierced his chest as he jumped up, and the impact of the bullet caused him to fall to the ground covered with rubble like a cloth bag.

When the silence was ruled by the monotonous sound of sniper rifles, the morale of the enemy on the opposite side had already been almost lost. There is no way in, no way back, no one's legs and feet can run past the bullets. There were only thirty elite snipers around, but it was these people who directly suppressed the activities of the devils.

Several devils gathered together, hiding behind a large rock, and warned in several other directions back to back. It's a pity that they have forgotten that the shelling just now has been mixed with the whistling of mortar shells.

"Three people together, it's a good deal to use cannonballs!" Huang Huamin didn't know who said this, but that's what the vanguard army did now, as long as there were devils together, more than two or three people, there would be shells whistling in the air.

The machine guns of the 41st Wing had long ceased firing, and behind each intact machine gun were the bodies of at least three soldiers, but more were scattered parts. All that remained was the sporadic sound of 38-style return fire, but a return fire was either the sound of a sniper rifle or the roar of artillery.

"Isn't it a bit too much of a bully!" Huang Huamin teased so much in his mouth, but his heart was already happy. It's a wing! The wing that could once defeat a division of the Central Army was beaten by him with three regiments of nearly 10,000 people.

Although it has the geographical advantage of ambush, there are many people, and the advantage of excellent weapons and equipment. But this result still made Huang Huamin unable to close his mouth.

The roar of airplanes was heard in the sky, and two reconnaissance planes flew straight from the east. The smoke from the dead grass on the ground made them run straight here.

"Our plane!" One soldier got up from the ground and shouted, but was immediately knocked down by a sniper's headshot.

"The people of the 41st Wing were found, they were attacked! The situation is bad! The pilot shouted into the communicator, but there was only an echo of the slightest pull, "I forgot, they mentioned that there seems to be a magnetic field interference here......"

Before he finished his words, he saw the accompanying flight next to him suddenly explode in the air, and then bursts of dense anti-aircraft artillery sound reached his ears. Dense firelight continued to shine in the air, and 16 40 anti-aircraft guns arranged nearby were aimed at the lone reconnaissance plane.

When he saw the plane dragging thick smoke and falling down, Hase-Xiong directly lamented: "It's over! ”

"Get out!" Toyoha Ikeda gritted his teeth and threw down the bandage that wrapped around his left arm and shouted, "One last fight, life or death!" As he spoke, he took the lead and rushed out the way he came.

The shouting stimulated the soldiers who were hiding everywhere, they no longer cared about bullets and shells, and the end of staying here was a terrible death, it was better to rush to a happy death.

There were people merging into the fleeing procession, and people falling in bullets and shells, and finally the remaining 300 people saw the last hillside.

"Keep rushing, we'll be able to go home after here!" Ikeda agitated the word home. Sure enough, hundreds of people ran even harder.

"Da Da Da!" The familiar sound of machine guns rang out in front of them again, and the barrage of barrages stopped them directly on their way back.

"It's over! 41 Wing, it's over! Seeing Ikeda, who was rushing in front of him, fall like a log, Hase-yu couldn't help but let out a long scream.