Between the paths deep in the mountains south of Yangquan, all the members of the assault company marched in a single row at full speed, and every four soldiers were separated by a large mule, pulling out a team hundreds of meters long in front and behind.

Wang Gensheng found a stick and followed up at the end of the team, his eyes swept to all the commandos in front of him from time to time, checking at any time if there were any soldiers left behind.

After crossing the chain bridge, the assault company rested for less than three hours, especially the soldiers who collected and bought food for the mules and horses, and barely closed their eyes, in which case they could fall asleep directly into the grass on the side of the road.

They must always be on the lookout if anyone is left behind.

As for the original pre-reconnaissance position of Wang Gensheng, he handed over this job to Monk Wei.

In addition to the monk's experience is slightly insufficient, the inexhaustible brute strength and the terrifying kung fu are simply natural spies.

The team moved forward silently, no one spoke, only heavy wheezing, and when passing through a flat road, Zhang Dabiao walked from the front of the team to the side of the road and stopped, let the commando pass in front of him, and counted the heads from beginning to end, and counted the number of soldiers again to see if any soldiers were left behind.

In the end, he followed to the end of the team and walked with Wang Gensheng.

Wang Gensheng came up, looked at the broken document bag on Zhang Dabiao's body, and said in a puzzled tone:

"I remember, you still have a few papers that you haven't picked up, right?"

"Why don't you pick it up, there is only one devil plane, it should be in time, right?"

The other soldiers didn't find it, and Monk Wei didn't find it when he went to collect and dispose of the bodies of the fallen soldiers, they were inexperienced, but who was Wang Gensheng? A veteran of more than four years, and an elite veteran who has survived the death commando many times.

Listening to the six directions and seeing the eight directions, he has engraved this maxim into his habits.

With a sweep of his eyes, he can accurately determine how many enemies there are in the distance, who they are, what weapons they are holding, and what they plan to do...

Naturally, he found the few documents left behind by Zhang Dabiao.

Glancing at the file bag tied with rope, Zhang Dabiao grinned:

"There's no need to take risks, it's something that's a devil, it's all some information about Yangquan devils, and it's not a secret document, and that Chen Fan said when he gave it to us, this thing can be printed."

In Cangyunling, both of them had seen Chen Fan.

Wang Gensheng nodded knowingly.

Then, Zhang Dabiao accelerated to the front of the team, he and Wang Gensheng were one in front of the other, and jointly ensured that no one was left behind, before leaving, he patted his chest with his hand, and there was a sound of books being slapped.

"Mission maps, mission requirements, these confidential things are all here!"

Ten years of military experience, from the Northwest Army all the way to the Eighth Route Army, from a small soldier to the position of battalion commander, and deeply trusted by Li Yunlong, Zhang Dabiao would not make such a mistake as losing confidential documents.

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"Hey, hey, hey·····"

Outside a town twenty kilometers north of Yangquan, Li Yunlong held a telescope and looked at a devil's stronghold on the edge of the town, grinning, with an eerie tone:

"It's rare, hahaha, the devils have run out of the stronghold one by one..."

"This is called a pig slaughter..."

Among the woods behind him were five hundred soldiers of the Independent Regiment, including Shen Quan, the commander of the first battalion, and Fang Yuanshan, the commander of the third battalion.

"Commander, are you planning to surround Wei to save Zhao? Attacking the devil's stronghold to force the devils in Yangquan to divide their troops and reduce the pressure on the assault company to break through? Shen Quan asked.

The assault company broke through in the south, while the regiment commander led the main force of the receiving force to the north, and Shen Quan and Fang Yuanshan, who were the battalion commanders, quickly understood what their regiment commander meant.

"Wai Wei to save Zhao?"

Recently, I have talked a lot with Zhao Gang, and Li Yunlong's cultural foundation has also come up a little, and he quickly understood the meaning of this idiom:

"Yes, that's what it means"

Li Yunlong stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Yangquan, and his tone was disdainful:

"The devil doesn't weigh himself, he wants to block all the intersections, and he is not afraid to kill himself, this Yangquan is surrounded by a radius of fifty miles, there are thirty-seven winding mountain roads, he has more than 3,000 devils, block a fart"

"There are up to more than twenty devils at each intersection, which is also called a blockade?"

"Humph!"

"Look for death!"

"In the past, the little devils were hiding in the turret stronghold, the walls of the stronghold turret were too thick, and the labor and management could not move without heavy weapons, but now these little devils are all out, and they are not entertained by the labor and management..."

Putting down the binoculars, he looked behind him:

"The fourth company is here as a reserve, and the rest of the people follow me from the left."

Li Yunlong temporarily organized the 500 men he led into five companies, divided into four infantry companies and one artillery company.

Each company was divided into ten squads, each with ten people.

This time, Li Yunlong brought almost all his belongings. The infantry company was equipped with machine guns, and even a special machine gun squad was formed, with a company of 100 people with a total of 13 machine guns.

With Li Yunlong's order, the soldiers of one company were on covert and guard, and the remaining four companies detoured to the hillside on the left to touch the blocked intersection of the devils.

Walking all the way to a position five hundred meters away from the intersection, Li Yunlong waved his hand and asked the team to stop:

"Artillery battery preparation"

At the sound of an order, an artillery company of 100 men immediately dispersed, and each company was divided into five artillery platoons, each of which was equipped with one gun, and the five mortars were quickly assembled, and after adjusting their aiming, the muzzles of the guns were all pointed at the intersection 500 meters away.

"The rest of the men continued to advance, and the artillery company was waiting for my order to open fire"

Breaking the head of the barge gun in his hand, Li Yunlong continued to lead the three infantry companies forward.

They quietly touched the intersection for more than 200 meters before they stopped and hid behind a slope, at a distance, even without a telescope, they could see the situation of the devils in the distance.

There are a total of thirty-two devils and puppet soldiers at the intersection, of which there are more than 20 devils, and there are less than ten puppet soldiers. Because of the Japanese troops stationed in a wing, there were not many puppet troops in Yangquan.

On the right side of the road, more than a dozen sandbags were piled up to form a bunker, and behind the sandbag bunkers were three Type 96 machine guns.

With total martial law and other checkpoints ahead, no one is passing through the intersection at all. So the devils and puppet soldiers here don't look the slightest bit vigilant, they are bored smoking cigarettes or lying down to rest, and even the machine gunners are leaning on sandbag bunkers, and the machine guns are placed on one side.

"Two hundred and thirty meters, it's a pity..."

Looking at the unwary devil in the distance, Li Yunlong smiled.

If he didn't keep moving forward, he would definitely be discovered by the devil, and Li Yunlong even planned to touch within thirty meters of the devil.

"Ready, a salvo of machine guns, and then the whole team immediately charges..."

With his order, on the slope, the machine gun groups of the three companies were all spread out, and more than 30 machine guns were fired neatly, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the devils in the distance.

"Hit"

Smack... The shell gun in Li Yunlong's hand was a gunshot in the sky.

Thirty-six machine guns and more than a hundred rifles around him fired at the same time, and like the sound of fried beans, hundreds of Mauser military rifle bullets pierced the intersection where the devils were stationed at a speed of 800 meters per second.

Puff puff... The rain of bullets hit the intersections, and on the sandbags, a cloud of dirt and debris was splashed, mixed with the screams of a large number of devils and puppet soldiers.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, the Czech-style produced by the system is highly accurate and terrifying, and the previous live-fire training effect has also achieved remarkable results.

The first wave of the rain of machine gun bullets had not yet fallen, and the devils were still in a hurry to find cover, or when they were running towards the machine guns, with a sharp whistling sound, the mortars fired by the artillery company crashed vertically into the proposed position of the devils at the intersection.

The 60 mortar is a light force, only 1.5 kg of shells is not very powerful, which is equivalent to two German-made grenades, but the mortar rate of fire is very fast, and the rapid fire can reach 30 rounds per minute, and even elite gunners can be faster.

Even if the gunners of the independent regiment were not skilled, the five rapid shots were still fired within ten seconds, and the high rate of fire completely avoided the problem of poor shooting accuracy of the gunners of the independent regiment.

It's called artillery covering!

Boom Boom Boom ·····

The dense explosion was at the position of the devil's intersection, the smoke of gunpowder was covered with mud and splashed, and the rapid mortar that lasted for half a minute hit the sandbags at the intersection was blown away, and the machine guns were scattered all over the place, and even a few unlucky devils were directly hit by shells·····

At least thirty machine guns strafed, covered by dense artillery fire!

Although the devils of Yangquan belong to the second-line division, they have a strong will to fight, and they have a thorough understanding of the spirit of bushido, but no matter how much they are headed, they also know that resisting in this situation is looking for death, and the living devils have run into the distance······

"A bunch of waste..."

Looking at the fleeing devil, Li Yunlong was so angry that he yelled.

Before the labor and management charged, why did you run away?

But looking at the five or six devils in the distance, he didn't bother to charge.

The devils are gone, and they are still charging a fart!

However, Wang Xikui was very happy, ninety percent of the new 38 big covers in his hand shot a ghost who escaped, even those devils who had reached 400 meters away, they were not empty, and the new soldiers on the side were dumbfounded.

The battle ended quickly, from the beginning to the end, which lasted only two minutes, during which the four hundred men of the separate regiment fired eighty 60 mortar shells and five thousand Mauser pointed rounds.

None of the poor thirty-two devils at the intersection ran away, and at the flat intersection, there was no cover, and in the face of ten times the number of people, and even a mortar independent regiment approached and raided, there was not even a chance to resist.

Ignoring the battlefield, Li Yunlong continued to head south with his five companies······