Break the iron wall and block the siege by the mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was nearly noon, the sun warmed people's hearts, and the battlefield was a mess, full of gunsmoke, strange and bloody.

After half a day of fierce fighting, the advance team successfully broke through the defense line of the little devils, occupied the Shanbao front, and was stationed on the spot to wait for the enemy.

The little devil also changed his sex, and for some reason stopped the attack, and camped three miles away from the mountain to be on guard.

"Report No. 0, according to preliminary estimates, our troops have destroyed five brigades and regiments of the enemy, about 50,000 people."

"One-third of the advance team was wounded, and there were 5,784 soldiers who could fight, except for female soldiers."

"There were 312 seriously wounded, and the lightly wounded were all in the line of fire without taking half a step back."

Yang Guan's face was full of sadness, and he was the most reluctant to summarize the results of the battle, this was a pain, every time it touched his heart, it hurt like a knife.

The results of the battle were gratifying, countless enemies were annihilated, and it was worth sacrificing some of his brothers, but he hoped that all his countrymen would live freely.

It's a pity that the little devils infiltrated the Chinese nation and slaughtered civilians inhumanely.

The soldiers had no choice but to fight bloody battles, expel the invasion, and fight for the country.

The War of Resistance is the mission of every Chinese person, there is no way to avoid it, I wish the brothers all the way!

He wished in his heart, and then inspected the wounded area at the foot of the mountain and said: "Order the seriously wounded to be transferred and evacuate to the defense area of the national army, and tell the brothers to recuperate from their wounds and strive to return to the team as soon as possible."

"Yes, retreat and recuperate, and the war of resistance will not stop for a breath!"

"Report No. 0, our department has captured countless pieces, including two heavy artillery pieces, 15 mountain guns, and more than 30,000 shells, and has now withdrawn from the original artillery position."

Yang Guan nodded slightly, and said with a thought: "Order the artillery to move the artillery, and after arriving in the mountain bag, launch a fixed-point bombardment against the little devil, and shoot all the shells for Lao Tzu."

The casualties of the odd army were the heaviest, with only two hundred and thirteen remaining of more than 1,000 people, all of whom were wounded.

The blood of the brothers cannot be shed in vain, they robbed the little devil's cannon with their lives, so they used the cannon fire to send them a sacrifice.

The little devils gathered three miles away, although they did not gather in groups, but there was always a time to gather, and there were also headquarters and ammunition piles to strike.

Prepare for war, the little devils are also moving, and Lao Tzu will break their layout and prevent the little devils from having a chance to breathe.

Qi Zhenbang's face was abrupt, as if he realized something, and said: "Zero, this is your way of withdrawing from the reserve troops, but we have too many supplies!"

Running out of shells is just a drop in the bucket, and countless guns and ammunition have become a burden to the advance team.

It would be a pity to destroy them on the spot, and it would not be possible to take them all away.

Li Tao nodded in approval and analyzed: "The little devil will never let us go, and he will definitely plan the siege again, and the advance team will not have a chance to break through at that time."

"Retreat is the only way out for the advance team, but where do we retreat? The chairman of the committee has never said anything, he is trying to coerce us into submission. ”

"That's a dream!" Pan Yunfeng roared angrily, stared sideways at Yang Guan and said, "Brother, I suggest that once again support a batch of supplies to go north to resist Japan, so that those who daydream will have nightmares."

"Okay, I'll raise my hands in approval!" Monk Wei shouted loudly, accidentally touching the wound on his right arm, and he didn't care if he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ah, senior brother, why are you injured?" Pan Yunfeng eagerly redressed his wounds, and asked while bandaging, "Senior brother, what's the matter?" How can you get hurt? ”

In her opinion, there is not much danger in following her brother-in-law, and being injured means that it is not normal.

Not only was she puzzled and worried, everyone was surprised, looking at Yang Guan in confusion, worried.

"What do you see?" Yang Guan was looked at by everyone, and said angrily: "Can this ring scar head be remembered for a long time if it is not injured?" You deserve it, you shout to kill devils all day long, and you will kill them again? ”

As everyone knows, impulse is the devil, this monk is too active on the battlefield with his martial arts, and he is lucky not to be killed by the little devil.

The little devil's marksmanship is not blown out, otherwise the advance team would not have suffered such a large casualty.

Everyone in the advance team adhered to the principle of protecting themselves and resisting the war, basically did not show their heads, waited for three seconds for a shot, or changed their firing positions.

Killing devils lies in treacherous and changeable, and the strength of the enemy is not the style of the advance team, even if it occupies an absolute advantage, it will not blindly participate in the war.

Monk Wei was eager to kill the enemy, and when he found his brothers trapped, he rushed up, and when he saw a group of little devils, he stood up and burst with a machine gun.

The war is very fatal, but he died quickly, and he didn't die, so he could only say that God opened his eyes and picked up a life.

"Report Zero, the artillery has arrived at the foot of the mountain, but the artillery does not know how to fight, and it is very cumbersome to dismantle the heavy artillery, you see?"

"See what?" Yang Guan glanced at him, and then said: "The two heavy guns are waiting on both wings separately, ready to fire at the artillery positions of the little devils, and the observation post is closely watching."

"The mountain artillery launched an artillery bombardment in a maneuver, and found that the little devil's heavy artillery attack, and then hid under the mountain bag, and found that the fighter plane surfaced again to cover the little devil."

"Yes, heavy artillery standby, mountain artillery movement warfare!"

Li Tao blinked his eyelids when he heard this, and then laughed and said: "Zero, you are a fishing tactic, which can not only induce the little devil's heavy artillery to be fooled but also eliminate the devil soldiers, but the mountain artillery is too heavy, and the speed of transfer?"

Yang Guan glanced sideways at everyone and reproached: "Our tanks have been repaired, isn't this batch of iron lumps ornamental, is it very laborious to use tanks to tow two mountain guns?"

The shell of the tank was pitted, but it was not completely scrapped, and it was used as usual after replacing the tracks.

This is the time to take advantage of it, who has stipulated that tanks are just machines that kill enemies?

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and there was absolutely no problem in using a tank to pull the mountain cannon to avoid the artillery fire of the little devils, and their hearts brightened.

After Pan Yunfeng finished bandaging Monk Wei, he raised his head and said, "Brother, what should we do now?" It's a pity that this batch of supplies was destroyed! ”

"Hmm!" Yang Guan nodded, looked around at the piles of materials at the bottom of the mountain, and said: "Order all departments to select seriously injured soldiers to form a transport team and transport two hundred truckloads of supplies to the north to resist the war."

"Two hundred cars?" Qi Zhenbang was very surprised, and asked puzzledly: "Is it too much, we also need to keep some of it, right?"

"What's the use of us keeping?" Pan Yunfeng retorted, pointed to the materials under the mountain and said: "We have captured such a huge convoy, we can transport all the materials, but the fuel is insufficient."

Yang Guan nodded, and said with a headache: "The little devil is pressing, we can only return the total fuel, destroy some trucks, and try to support the war of resistance on the northern front!"

People eat food, cars eat oil, all are indispensable, and hundreds of trucks seized are just a pile of scrap metal.

Just as everyone was discussing countermeasures, the mountain artillery group at the bottom of the mountain opened fire, and the shells rose into the air, kicking off the artillery battle.