The assault team was like a bamboo, advancing all the way, and the artillery company led by Grand Master Li was also progressing smoothly.

"Right here"

On an open earth platform 500 meters away from the forward position of the new regiment, Li Yunlong slashed over a devil with a knife, and when he saw that the little devil was still fluttering and not dying, he gave a shot with his backhand, and then pointed to the open space on the ground and said:

"Pillars, prepare for shelling, move quickly, others set up blocking positions, light machine gunners, pay attention to suppressing the devils around you, don't save bullets, open to fight"

After saying that, he took a new Czech from a machine gun beside him, inserted a new magazine, and began to rush towards the devils in the distance.

"Yes"

Wang Chengzhu, who followed behind the team, moved quickly, put down the base, plugged in the barrel, set up the bracket, adjusted the high and low machine, and a set of actions were done in one go, and in less than thirty seconds, a 60 mortar was erected.

Squatting behind the gun position, Wang Chengzhu gave a thumbs up, squinted an eye, quietly observed and measured the range, ignoring the scolding and urging tone of the regiment commander on the side, and after a few seconds, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the excitement and said:

"Cannonball"

The ammunition handman, who had already prepared it on the side, immediately handed over a cone-shaped mortar shell.

"It's not like this, I want new shells" Looking at the self-made mortar of the Eighth Route Army Arsenal in his hand, Wang Chengzhu frowned, threw the shell to the ammunition man, and asked to replace the new shell in his hand.

Because of the 50 caliber grenadiers, the devils were not equipped with 60 mortars, so the 60 mortar shells of the new regiment could only be received from the Eighth Route Army Arsenal. Of course, occasionally a little bit can be captured from the former friendly troops who defected to the puppet army, that is, the Central Army, the Jin Sui Army and the like, or from other so-called friendly forces, but the number is extremely limited.

Due to the limitations of materials and machinery and equipment, the power and accuracy of the mortar shells currently made by the Eighth Route Army Arsenal have been reduced.

To be on the safe side, Wang Chengzhu chose the shells provided by Chen Fan.

Holding the new shell handed over by the ammunition hand, Wang Chengzhu looked at the shell, and the tension in his heart suddenly decreased a lot.

The cylindrical conical projectile body is brand new and smooth, the tail has six tail fins, and on the thin neck between the projectile body and the tail, there are six pure white horseshoe propellant packets, and there is a circle of thread anti-slip on the surface of the thickest part of the projectile body, which is not manufactured by its own arsenal anyway, and the thread cutting is too costly.

Despite their similar appearances, the two shells do not look the same thing at all, one resembles a lump of dirt and the other resembles a work of art used by a high-ranking official.

Dada··

Raising his hand to shoot a point shot to kill the devil who was about to shoot in the distance, Li Yunlong anxiously urged: "Pillar, you fucking hurry up"

The tail of the cannon was aimed at the muzzle, let go, the shell fell, Wang Chengzhu lowered his head and hugged his ears, with a bang, the muzzle of the cannon rose a burst of flames, and a cannonball flew in an arc to the Sakata command post in the distance.

"Pillar, you're fucking crooked, you've all flown to the next hill"

Seeing that the mortar shells fell at a distance of at least several hundred meters from the Sakata command post, Li Yunlong was almost so angry that he beat people.

"This cannonball, the real evil door..."

Looking at the shells at least two hundred meters away from the target point, Wang Chengzhu was stunned and quickly understood the reason.

The propellant of this cannonball is much better than that of his own production, so the power of the cannonball is also greater, and it flies farther, and he finally glanced at the rising smoke, which is twice as powerful as his own.

Holding the direction machine, Wang Chengzhu adjusted the gun position according to the landing point of the first shell...

Two seconds later, after the calibration was completed, Wang Chengzhu stretched out his right hand: "Cannonball"

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"This group of Eighth Route Army..."

Inside the command post, Sakata held up the binoculars, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

Sakata, who had been looking at the map and thinking about the follow-up offensive of the troops, turned his attention to the front line again after hearing the explosion of the big tumor, which was louder than the sound of a grenade.

At this glance, his face was distorted at that time.

He happened to see the second wave of grenade rain, just happened to see more than a dozen devils flying up on all fours, and saw dozens of grenades scattered in the blocking cluster that had been finally formed.

The devils are very casual in concealment, the first wave of big tumors stun them, the second wave blows them up, and the two are down, and the loss is not small.

"It seems that this is the original German M24 grenade, which was deliberately reserved for use in the offensive, but why is it so powerful?" Sakata frowned in confusion.

German grenades, because the Central Army had imported a batch of grenades, and Japan, which was the opponent of the Republic of China, also bought a batch of research materials by the way. Sakata has naturally seen the original, and even seen live-fire drills and detailed data.

However, the smoke of the explosion in front of him was far more powerful than the Tokuzao that Sakata had seen before.

The system is too high, does not take scientific principles, and completely ignores economic and manufacturing factors, but in World War II, black sokin was invented, and the technology is mature, but how can any company or country stuff high-purity black sokin into a grenade, and this nearly 100-fold price difference cannot be supported even by the money bags of the US imperialists.

"This, the shape and size are indeed M24 grenades, but the explosion power is almost half of the power" Staff Officer Nakasa also looked puzzled: "Is it a new batch from abroad?"

"What a cunning and arrogant opponent"

Seeing the assault team continuing to attack his position with great momentum, and the machine guns that were still firing, Sakata was a little distressed.

Although he is not in the lives of ordinary soldiers, he cares about the combat effectiveness of the wing, the Eighth Route Army's attack this time, the casualties of his subordinates are really not small, and the people who participated in the attack are all elite veterans, and too many deaths will affect the combat effectiveness of the wing.

But deep down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Eighth Route Army gives full play to its positional advantages and cannot hold out with these weapons, then it will really be tricky for him.

Light machine guns, high-powered grenades, ample ammunition, combined with a sturdy and reasonable positional bunker, as well as the opposing commander's extremely excellent tactical command ability and strong morale, may be able to stop him for several days, and even cause a lot of casualties.

However, it is simply wishful thinking that he did not use a good positional advantage, but actually concealed firepower, launched a surprise attack, and tried to crush his wing head-on. Sakata snorted coldly.

Although the Eighth Route Army caught his attacking troops off guard, lost hundreds of soldiers at once, and even fell into chaos, after all, the superiority in strength and firepower was here in his wing, and he would definitely regain the initiative on the battlefield with superior forces in the future.

Sakata didn't panic at all.

At this moment, the rear team of the devils, who had the advantage in strength, had completed the assembly, and a team of more than 500 people met the assault team and a battalion, and the two sides launched a bayonet white-edged battle.

"How is it possible..."

Sakata, who was expecting his elite to use white-knuckle combat to defeat the Eighth Route Army in one fell swoop, suddenly widened his eyes, and he almost rushed out of the command post in shock.

I saw that the first battalion and the commando team had been mixed with the cluster of devils, the knife was bloody, stained the loess red, and the imaginary Eighth Route Army collapsed at the touch of a button without happening, and the battle between the two sides was fierce, and it fell in an instant.

The Japanese army's bayonet battle is a necessary training item, and the devils of the Sakata United are all old devils, and they use the flesh and blood of the Chinese people to grind out excellent bayonet fighting skills, but the new regiment is not muddy, and the big blade fights the devil's bayonet, and it does not fall behind at all.

The other party actually had an advantage in the white-knuckle battle that the imperial army was proud of.

Gradually, the Japanese attack group was repulsed...

"Baga, shame, the shame of the Imperial Army·····"

Seeing his subordinates being repelled by the white-knuckle battle, Sakata was furious, grabbed the phone and ordered to continue the attack.

At this time, about two hundred meters behind his command post, there was an explosion...