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The roaring salute of heavy artillery kicked off the battle, and the originally peaceful front in the north boiled in response, and the explosions were continuous.

"Withdraw the shells, reload the shells, and prepare for the ......" No. 72 stood in front of the heavy artillery, surrounded by six torches, giving the command to cheer and waving the flag to direct the artillery bombardment.

The air waves were surging, the sand and dust were flying, and six torches were swaying in the turbulence, the east side was crooked and ready to extinguish, and the west side crackled and burned, setting off his resolute countenance, sweating like rain.

Ten meters and five meters in front of him, the artillerymen were busy correcting the elevation angle of the shelling, groveling and serious: "Daughter-in-law, look at your power this time, my baby is a thunderbolt, a devil who blew up a dog."

The artilleryman was chattering, the assistant held the cannonball and stuffed it into the barrel, clicked the cannon cover, turned back to the artilleryman and said: "Hehe, it's our thunderbolt baby, and the daughter-in-law has a common ......."

"Roll the calf, just your water gun fantasy to please your daughter-in-law, far away, learn more, stay there!" The artilleryman reprimanded with a black face and feigned anger.

Preparations were ready, the artillerymen stood side by side with their assistants, waiting for the order to shell.

"Hit!" No. 72 violently waved down the flag held high in his right hand and gave the signal for shelling.

I saw the artilleryman step back, pull the rope loop with both hands, bend slightly and pull back, triggering a roaring cannonball.

The air waves around the heavy artillery surged, and the rumbling thunder was heard in the distance, which was the echo of thunderbolts, prompting the artillerymen to busy preparing for the next round of shelling.

One by one, figures ran in the sand waves and smoke, sweating like rain, tireless, and bloody resistance.

Suddenly, next to the observation post twenty meters behind the heavy artillery, the flashlight in the hand of a lantern soldier turned on and off, which alarmed the nerves of No. 72.

Left turned and shouted: "A group of guns is lowered by one degree, and the target is the little devil's trench fortress."

Turning right, he shouted: "The muzzle of the four groups is one degree to the left, and the lower direction is three degrees, and the target is the barracks of the little devil."

One order after another was conveyed from his mouth, and when the artillery was ready, he waved the flag to supervise the battle.

Yang Guan nodded again and again, and his heart was flooded with a tide of victory, the national army stood on a high place and guided by a strong light, and the observation post conveyed the direction of the artillery bombardment, and the Japanese army on the north bank of the Huai River would be vulnerable.

The heavy artillery position was unerrated, rigorous and busy, and he turned and walked towards the herringbone fortifications with confidence.

Stepping on the soft sandy land, he felt an inexplicable touch in his heart, and then stopped and stared sideways at the herald and said: "The advance team on the north bank of the Huai River is ordered to dig a shallow ditch behind the herringbone fortifications to prevent little devils from infiltrating from the ground!"

"Yes!" The herald was not confident enough, his face was tangled, his crumpled military uniform was whirring in the air waves, and he stood stupidly without moving.

Yang Guan glared at him and said, "You kid don't clean up, the little devil may dig a hole and infiltrate the position, prepare the second line of defense, be prepared!"

The herald stood solemnly, raised his hand and shook a military salute, and shouted loudly: "Yes, build two lines of defense!" The voice fell sharply and turned and ran towards the telecommunications office.

No. 18 saw that the herald was submerged in the smoke before he came back to his senses, looked at the instructor in surprise and asked, "Zero, can the devil soldiers really dig holes and infiltrate?"

"You don't think so?" Yang Guan glanced at him, walked as he spoke, patrolling the position along the road, the more he looked at it, the more he felt uncomfortable, and his face gradually became solemn.

The eighteenth accompanied him on the right side, and when he saw the instructor's embarrassed face, he vaguely felt that something was going to happen, could it be that the little devil was a rat and a dog beast, how could he make a hole?

According to the situation of digging wells, the groundwater is sufficient, and the deep hole will be flooded, and it is almost impossible to dig shallow and easy to collapse.

After all, the sandy soil has experienced the baptism of artillery fire and grenades, and the soil layer about two meters deep has become loose sand, and it is absolutely impossible to dig a hole.

Just as he was about to deny it, Yang Guan stared at the herald and shouted: "The lantern language spreads the herald fortifications, order the wounded soldiers to guard the ground, and strictly prevent the devil soldiers from digging holes in the soil layer and loading their guns with live ammunition!"

The herald was startled, and came back to his senses from thinking about the chances of the little devil making a hole, and responded in surprise: "Yes, strictly prevent rats from infiltrating!"

After the salute, he pulled out the flashlight on his waist and sent a message to the herringbone fortifications, and the ticking of the button was drowned out by the sound of artillery fire, but the lights were shining.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the flashing lights flashed on the entire battlefield, flashing a ghostly light in the smoke of gunpowder, which was quite grotesque.

The police message was moving, the wounded soldiers acted quickly, armed with guns, uneasy, both suspicious and nervous, the instructor's speculation would never be wrong, Lao Tzu was going to catch rats today!

Some of the wounded soldiers with nimble hands and feet pierced the sandy ground with bayonets, acting as lightning detectors, stabbing one by one.

Yang Guan pulled out the rotary knife in No. 18's hand, waved his finger forward with the tip of the knife and shouted: "Order the wounded soldiers to focus on guarding the area between the herringbone fortifications, and rely on the shield line wind barrier to be on strict guard."

"Yes!" When the herald heard the instructor's stern tone, he directly ignored the etiquette, hurriedly held a flashlight to transmit the message, his hands trembled slightly, and his whole body became nervous.

It seems that the little devil really came back, and suddenly came out of the soil, and then came back for a while?

Once the herringbone fortifications collapsed in one place, the entire front was finished, and according to the strength of the Japanese army, it was ......

At this time, the herringbone fortification on the left came out and shouted: "There are rats, brothers shoulder to shoulder, catch mice......"

"Kill him, drag him out and chop ...... alive"

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There was a problem in one place, and loopholes broke out in five places, and the devil soldiers broke through the ground one after another, like throwing grenades on the front.

However, Yang Guan's order was issued in a timely manner, prompting the wounded soldiers to snipe the emerging devil soldiers at the first time.

Hiding in a hole in the ground and throwing a grenade outward, it has no purpose at all, and it doesn't even blow up a single hair.

On the contrary, the ghost soldiers were blocked by the snipered corpses at the entrance of the cave, prompting the ghost soldiers in the cave to advance and retreat, and they were pinched in the cave and could not move.

A few powerful devil soldiers pushed out the devil's corpse, and as soon as they stretched out their heads to catch a breath of fresh air, they were shot in the head and blocked the hole again.

Yang Guan strode towards the herringbone fortifications, and said as he walked: "Order the brothers not to play around, throw a few grenades to blow up the hole, and the observation post will pay attention to the situation on the periphery, and find that the exit of the tunnel leads the mortar to blow up the hole."

"Yes!" The herald came back to his senses and gave the order in time, sweeping away the sorrow just now and revealing joy.

No. 18 was stunned by the repeated changes, his thinking couldn't keep up, and he muttered in surprise: "The little devil raised by the dog is still a sperm, how can he become a mouse?"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The muffled thunder rolled, accompanied by a puff of smoke and dust, destroying the illusions of the little devils and filling the laughter of the wounded soldiers.

"Haha, let a string of rats suffocate to death!"

"You deserve it, the little devil raised by the dog never dreamed that the instructor had the ability to pinch and calculate......"

"Roll the calf, let the instructor hear that he peeled your skin, is that called reasoning?"

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