What Yang Zhen has always been puzzled about is why the Japanese puppet army is always circling outside the mountains one after another, looking at the mountains close at hand, the reason why they don't go in is very simple. Yang Zhen's amazing shot shocked not only Dong Ping, but also the supreme commander of the Japanese puppet army, which, in the words of later generations, was the usual lightning and impotence at the critical moment.

When Yang Zhen killed the shell of the Type 38 bullet that Yamada had opened was brought to him after the searchers sent by Kitano Takatsu who hesitated for a long time to pick it up from the location where he shot it, the young man who had been lying on the ground for more than half an hour was almost not frightened.

He's a bit high-handed, low-eyed, but that doesn't mean he's a fool. At night, shooting accurately from a distance of 200 meters, what it means to kill the target with one shot, Kitano Takatsu naturally knows very well.

Since the anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements in the mountains are equipped with a full set of captured Japanese-style equipment, there should be no high-end equipment such as sniper rifles. Because as far as Kitano Takatsu knows, among the Japanese troops whose marksmanship is generally good, and even can occupy 30 or 40 percent of the rifleman establishment as a sharpshooter, only a very small number of regular field divisions have a small number of specialized snipers.

Moreover, most of these snipers use ordinary 38-type rifles, and special sniper rifles like those in Europe and the United States are not equipped at all. Even the Type 97 sniper rifle, which was specially developed for the China Battlefield, although the design had been completed as early as three or seven years, did not begin mass production, and only a small amount of production was distributed to the China Battlefield.

Equipping a rifle with a scope was too luxurious for the Japanese army. Moreover, the trajectory of the 38-type rifle is stabilized, and the excellent ballistic performance of the 38-type Tomosaka rifle bullet is also suspected of being a little suspicious of Lang Fei when equipped with a special scope. So as to whether the opponent has a special sniper rifle in his hand, Kitano Takatsu does not believe it at all.

Since it is not a specialized sniper rifle, then the marksmanship of this shooter? Thinking of this, Kitano Takatsu was frightened. You know, even if there is a special sniper rifle, it is not possible for ordinary snipers to shoot so accurately at a distance of 200 meters at night without any lighting. Kitano was sure that at the time of that gunshot, he didn't find any suspicious light around him.

Kitano Takatsu Shozo stubbornly believes that Yamada's death should be an accident. This shot should definitely be aimed at himself, not the Captain Yamada Kai.

Because he was the only person in this team who wore a high-ranking officer's coat that only officers of the Japanese army could wear, he was naturally the first target of snipers. And the reason why I was able to escape was because I was in a good position. Most of the body was blocked by Yamada's opening.

As for the unlucky Yamada who spoke, he was just lucky for a moment and made a substitute for himself. Otherwise, as he was only a captain, he would not be qualified to be greeted by such a sharpshooter.

The thought of the threat of this ubiquitous sharpshooter after entering the mountain made Kitano Takatsu's neck burst into a cool breeze. Because as the supreme commander of the entire army, he will undoubtedly be the first target of this sharpshooter.

No, he is the second son of the second largest bank consortium in Osaka, and he has a huge amount of property to inherit because of the huge loans made by the government and the various arsenals that have seized the time to produce in this war against China, and he can't die in the barren mountains and mountains of North Manchuria.

Kitano Takatsu, who figured it out, immediately took off his well-made general's coat, and asked the guards to find himself a cotton coat that looked a little bulky for ordinary non-commissioned officers to change into. Then all the troops were shrunk together as fast as they could, and the cordon was even released for only fifty meters. He used all his subordinates to get himself a big meat shield.

In addition to urging the mortar squadrons that lagged behind to speed up and gather all the troops around him, in order to protect his absolute safety, this Kitano Shaozo also formed several fire teams on duty with most of the light and heavy machine guns. As soon as there is a stir, they will fire violently. As for what he could hit, that wasn't his concern.

If it weren't for the fear of punishment from his superiors, he really didn't dare to drop the adjutant command knife in his hand, I am afraid that Kitano Takatsu, who was almost not frightened by Yang Zhen's shot, would take off all the symbols on his body that represented him as an officer.

And if it weren't for the fact that it was too heavy, his wine-colored hollowed out body couldn't be lifted, and Kitano Shaosa, who was made a little grassy, almost didn't put the cauldron for cooking on his head to protect his own safety. In any case, Kitano Takatsu had made up his mind that he would never enter the mountains until a mortar squadron that could provide adequate fire cover arrived.

Kitano Takatsu is not in a hurry to enter the mountain, and his subordinates who have similar thoughts to him are naturally not in a hurry. The master is not in a hurry, and those puppet Manchu troops who are fighting together and being used as coolies will naturally not be in a hurry. I didn't go into the mountains, just to rest, I was carrying these heavy supplies and ammunition on my back these days, and I was forced to sweep away thousands of meters of snow and my body was exhausted.

Yang Zhen knew that Kitano Takatsu was frightened by his own shot, for fear that he would find an opportunity to give him another shot if he had escaped by luck, and he didn't dare to enter the mountain. But the devil who was shrunk into a ball was just right to give full play to the firepower advantage of the artillery that he had taken a lot of effort to bring out from the secret camp, and Yang Zhen had already seen it.

After arriving near the Japanese garrison outside the mouth of the ditch, Yang Zhen looked at his watch, and there were still three hours before dawn.

After carefully looking at the Japanese positions where the turtles were huddled into a ball and the light and heavy machine guns in the position were firing blindly from time to time, trying to startle the snakes and drive away the anti-Japanese elements who might be hiding around him, Yang Zhen waved his hand, and Wang Guangyu, who led the team to carry out the hidden mission in front of the enemy, took three companies wearing cotton coats and cautiously crawled towards the Japanese camp.

Watching the backs of the lurking troops walking into the thick night before dawn one by one, Yang Zhen was more worried about the severe cold of minus 40 degrees Celsius than only caring about whether the bushes on the side of the mountain 200 meters away would ambush killers who were fatal to him, and focusing his fire reconnaissance on the sight distance of about 200 meters from his main position. At least hold on to the enemy's nose for more than two hours, whether the latent troops can hold out as they demand.

Although the temperature in the mountains of Beiman is extremely low, during the day, as long as the wind is not blowing, the temperature is between 389 degrees and 40 degrees.

But at night, especially in the coldest morning of the day, Yang Zhen did not have much confidence in whether the troops could hold on motionless for two hours under the nose of the enemy. The weather is so cold that no matter how much you wear, the north wind will be cold all over your body. After two hours of lurking, whether the troops can not be frozen, Yang Zhen really doesn't know.

Although before leaving, Yang Zhen managed to cut all the ginger stored in the army into slices and distributed a slice to the people in charge of the latent unit, so that when the body was too cold, he could take a small bite to ward off the cold.

But after all, the troops have been training in the secret camp for nearly three months, and they have not received supplies from the outside world, and the amount of ginger they got in Weihe County before is limited, and everyone can only send a little. Letting the troops rely on just such a little ginger and hold on for more than two hours under the nose of the enemy can be said to be a bit cruel in Yang Zhen's opinion.

But the reason why he chose to attack at six o'clock was also a helpless move. In the mountainous areas of northern Manchurian winter, the sky has just begun to light up at 6 o'clock in the morning, and although the visibility is still a little lacking, it is still much better than the darkness at night.

I don't have any flares, and in this era, there are no infrared, starlight and other night vision devices. If you use a flashlight and hold a torch to fight with the Japanese army at night, with the marksmanship of a Japanese veteran, you will be afraid that you will die slowly.

What's more, in the case of a single and simple way of identification such as a white towel wrapped around the arm, according to the situation that the uniforms of the two sides are almost identical, it is very easy to cause large-scale accidental injuries in night scuffles.

Therefore, Yang Zhen hesitated for a long time and set the time for the battle to start at six o'clock in the morning. At this time, the sky is just dawning, and the visibility should be enough. Attacking at this time has a much smaller chance of accidental injury than in a night fight.

Looking at the dark wilderness except for the bonfires lit in the Japanese camp, Yang Zhen sighed slightly in his heart and called Liu Changshun over. Worry is worry, but the plan needs to be continued. Now that the action has begun, there is no turning back.

After Liu Changshun received the order to rush over, Yang Zhen pointed to the Japanese camp and said, "You take your two heavy machine guns and set off immediately to return to the back of the Japanese camp." About a hundred meters from the devil's campsite, there is a bush, and when you arrive, you will hide there and wait. ”

"Twenty minutes after Deputy Chief of Staff Wang launched the attack, you launched an attack from the rear of the Japanese flank. Remember, after the attack, you have to give me a sharp knife to the core of the Japanese position. ”

"I'll give you a flare gun, and after you capture the devil's core position, shoot three red flares, and I'll attack on all fronts. And you have to nail me firmly to the core position of the devil like a nail. ”

After giving the order, Yang Zhen looked at Liu Changshun with a solemn expression and said, "When you attack, there will be no fire cover. All the artillery fire of the main force had to hit the first-line defense of the devils and cover Deputy Chief of Staff Wang. ”

"That is, you have to get as close as possible to the enemy. As long as the enemy does not spot you and does not shoot first, do not shoot. But once the gun is fired, don't have any scruples. If Deputy Chief of Staff Wang's offensive is blocked, your actions behind the devil will be the deadliest blow to the Japanese puppet army. Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Understood, I'll do it right away. Please rest assured, I will definitely get as close as possible to the enemy before launching an attack. As long as you capture the core position of the devil, you will be nailed to the core position of the devil like a nail. Yang Zhen's words, Liu Changshun repeated them almost word for word.

After repeating the order, Liu Changshun saluted Yang Zhen and then gathered his troops and set off. Looking at Liu Changshun's somewhat hazy back in the night, Yang Zhen was silent for a moment, then raised his binoculars and carefully observed the approach of the lurking troops to the Japanese puppet army camp.

Although in the thick of the night, without any means of lighting and without any means of lighting, even if Yang Zhen's chosen observation point was in the bushes only 200 meters away from the Japanese camp, where he had sniped Captain Yamada Kaikou, he could not see the movements of the lurking troops clearly.

However, although it is impossible to see the movement of the troops, the impact point of the bullets fired by the light and heavy machine guns that served as guards in the camp of the Japanese puppet army can clearly tell him whether the actions of the lurking troops have been exposed.

From the time he approached the camp of the Japanese puppet army to the time before the attack, it almost became the most difficult few hours for Yang Zhen since he returned to this era.

Even half an hour after the departure of the latent troops, receiving a report from the communicator sent back earlier that the latent troops had successfully approached the best lurking position less than 100 meters away from the Japanese camp, Yang Zhen's heart that had been hanging was slightly relieved. But next, under the eyes of the enemy, under the ice and snow, whether the troops can hold out for two hours is still the thing that Yang Zhen is most worried about.

In addition to the artillery, the rest of the firepower, the skills and tactics of the troops, and even the number of people did not have an advantage compared with the Japanese puppet army in front of him, Yang Zhen did not want to fight a tough battle. Because even if such a battle is won, successfully defeating the Japanese puppet army in front of him will outweigh the losses for himself.

Because the price that needs to be paid for such a battle is something that Yang Zhen simply can't afford now. Although he has a certain amount of confidence in his training in the past three months, Yang Zhen's heart is still up and down, and he is a little unstable.

Fortunately, the whole training in these three months was not in vain, and in the whole nearly two hours, under the severe cold of more than minus 40 degrees, Tong Guò's good discipline and physical fitness under the three months of fighting in the secret camp did not move at all, and did not make a single movement.

Watching the time on the watch approaching the scheduled time little by little, Yang Zhen, who had a feeling of living like a year in his heart, almost mentioned that his heart began to fall slowly. The lurking troops in front did not disappoint him, and within two hours, under the noses of the Japanese puppet army, they did not let the Japanese puppet army close at hand feel anything abnormal.

When the scheduled time for the attack to be launched, at six o'clock in the morning, finally came, when Xiaohuzi, who had been following Yang Zhen, heard the word "start" from Yang Zhen, who had been holding a telescope to observe, after these two heavy words, he had already raised the signal gun in his hand and hit the two red signal flares into the sky that had just begun to shine. This is the signal for the start of shelling.

Qiu Jintang, who was lying in ambush on the preset artillery position less than 300 meters behind Yang Zhen, did not hesitate to give the order to open fire after seeing the two red signal flares rising into the sky. As Qiu Jintang's voice fell, the artillery behind him, who had already been prepared, didn't even have time to move his almost frozen hands and feet, so he quickly filled the shell in his hand into the barrel.

Accompanied by the sound of mortar firing from the artillery position, a whizzing sound of the cannon being discharged, a series of Japanese-made 90-mm mortar shells smashed into their original owners.

Since the artillery position was no more than 1,000 meters away from the set target in a straight line, and there was an extremely accurate firing calibration marked by Yang Zhen himself, the first batch of mortar shells that were discharged almost did not use any corrections, and they accurately landed in the camp of the Japanese puppet army, blowing up one person who had just gotten up and turned over on his back.

It is different from the subordinates who were covered in artillery fire as soon as they got up, and because they were completely defenseless, they suffered heavy casualties. Kitano Shaosa, who was still asleep when the shelling was launched, was not blown up from his bed until the shells exploded, and fortunately escaped the first round of artillery fire, after hearing the dense rain of mortar shells falling on his head, his first reaction was not whether there were anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements sneaking up on him, but whether the friendly neighbor force had taken the wrong medicine and thought that he was one of the bandits who wanted to be exterminated.

In Kitano Shaoza's impression, there is no anti-coalition force with such powerful firepower. Although before he set off, he had already received a notice of the enemy situation that the Fourth Division had been transferred from the regimental headquarters to the target he intended to destroy, because he had attacked a train of the Kwantung Army transporting munitions in Weihe County, and some of the artillery carried on the vehicle was very likely to fall into the hands of the unit, and asked the troops entering the mountains to pay more attention to the enemy situation.

But for this enemy announcement, Kitano Shaoza did not take it to heart. Because in his opinion, with extreme contempt for all the armed forces of China, operating artillery, even mortars, is a difficult job. Those poorly equipped Shina people would not have used these powerful weapons even if they had captured them.

Even if I use some occasionally, there won't be so much. These mortars on their heads are enough to have a squadron even according to the Japanese army. Those bandit armies who did not have an arsenal and relied on all supplies to fight against the Manchukuo army or the imperial army, where could they get so many artillery and shells?

Although during the clean-up in the Xiajiang area, a large number of clean-up troops were more or less subjected to mortar shells from the Anti-Japanese Union. But those who claim to be a division, or even an army, are armed with a mortar, which is already very good. There will be so many like there are today?

Another important reason why this Kitano Shaozo thought that the mortar shell that fell on his head was a mistake was that he knew that the Japanese troops on the southern route who had set out from Lao Emu Town had already arrived at the line of Pipa Dingzi. It is only a few dozen miles away from his location in a straight line. According to the predetermined plan, this force was to eventually move closer to itself at the Alzhansi ditch.

In the eyes of Kitano Shaosa, who did not believe that his opponent would have so many artillery and mortars, these mortar shells that fell on the top of his head were probably the friendly forces that were about to be wiped out by himself when they were moving in their direction.

But when Kitano Shaosa, who took it for granted that the mortar shells that fell on his head were the friendly forces, ordered his subordinates to hang up a large plaster flag used to identify them, the density of the shells that fell on the top of his head was not reduced, but increased a lot, only to realize that he was very wrong.