The cannonball slashed through a low-stretch trajectory visible to the naked eye and flew towards the devil's turret.

In a flash.

Boom...

On the outer wall of the turret, black gunpowder smoke burst out with an explosive fireball, and then, the sand and gravel and broken bricks fell, and the gunpowder smoke quickly dissipated.

The muzzle velocity of the shells of the 92 infantry artillery is not fast, and the power of the 70 mm low-pressure grenade is not even as good as that of the 82 mortar, but the penetration is exceeded, so this gun only destroys part of the outer wall of the turret.

"Hahaha, it's so fucking exciting..."

Staring at the big defect of the devil's turret in the distance, Iwamori laughed heartily.

In the past, if it was necessary to carry out the explosives bag and repeatedly impact it to do it, it would have cost the lives of at least several soldiers, but now it is 800 meters away, and it is easy to shoot a single shot.

"Again."

He ripped off his hat and took another cannonball.

Pulling open the bolt, exiting the cartridge, glancing at the barrel to confirm that there were no foreign objects remaining, Iwamori stuffed a shell again, closed the bolt, aimed the gun with reference to the error of the previous gun, aimed the muzzle at the center of the turret more accurately, and then pulled the firing rope.

Boom!

The scorching wind swept through the muzzle, and the soldiers of the artillery squad craned their necks to look at the flying shell.

Boom...

In the explosion, another burst of swishing brick and stone debris fell, and the devil's turret was missing a large piece again, this time even penetrating the turret, and a hole appeared, and through the hole, you could see the panicked devils and puppet soldiers in the turret.

In front of the turret, more than 100 commando soldiers led by Zhang Dabiao were also prostrate on the ground, looking at the devil turret that seemed to have been gnawed, and the excitement in his eyes was unbearable.

The devil finally couldn't help it, a machine gun popped out of the machine gun hole, and there was a clatter of clicks at the artillery position, and suddenly, a series of bullets fired at the artillery position.

However, the distance of 800 meters was too far, even the 7.7 mm bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun were greatly reduced, the accuracy fell sharply, and only a few bullets hit the target, and all of them were covered by the preset bunkers of the artillery position.

"Again."

The tragic situation of the devil's turret, as well as the devil's helplessness, made Iwamori and the people in the artillery squad feel extremely happy, full of energy, and another shell was handed over.

This time, Iwamori aimed the muzzle of the gun at the devil's machine gun firing hole.

Boom ····· The first shot went down, hit crooked, hit the wall on one side, and collapsed a large piece of masonry, but the power of the explosion also made the shooting hole also expand several times alive, and then adjusted the muzzle, continued, the second gun, the devil machine gun was dumb fire, and the shooting hole was expanded into a door alive. Immediately afterwards, the high and low shelves were fine-tuned, and then another shot, this one just hit the gap in the devil's turret, and the shell exploded in the turret.

Rumble!

Thick smoke poured out from all parts of the turret.

At the same time, outside the turret, Zhang Dabiao also seized the opportunity:

"While the little devil is blown up, let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Dabiao led more than 100 people from the commando team to the devil's turret.

The remnants of the devils reacted quickly, and several crooked handles popped out from the shooting holes everywhere, da-da-da-da, a burst of muzzle fireworks flashed, and the dense firepower network made Zhang Dabiao have to order the troops to crawl and hide again.

However, at this time, Zhang Dabiao had already broken through and was only two hundred meters away from the turret.

"Come on, hurry up and push the cannon up."

Seeing that the devil was dealing with Zhang Dabiao, Iwasheng screamed and pushed the infantry cannon and rushed forward.

The light weight of the Type 92 infantry gun and the steel wheels made it comparable to a mortar for its short-distance maneuvering, and by the time the devil found out and reacted, the gun had been pushed to a place less than 400 meters away from the devil's turret.

"Again."

In Iwamori's hearty roar, a few more shells flew towards the devil's turret.

Boom Boom!

Smoke and rubble fell.

After fifteen consecutive shots, the devil's turret was already full of holes, billowing gunpowder smoke diffused from the inside of the turret, and there was no movement of the devil in the turret for a long time.

At this time, only one person from the attacking assault team was injured and was hit by a stray bullet from the devil's machine gun.

There was enough stock in his pocket, and Grand Master Li also let go of his hands and feet, and formulated an atmospheric shooting discipline.

The small turret, which is less than a dozen artillery towers where the devil puppet army is stationed, can shoot three cannons, at most five cannons. In the middle artillery tower, ten to twenty devils and puppet troops are stationed, ten to fifteen shells. The cannon tower, where half a squad of devils is stationed, and the turret equipped with heavy machine guns is less than fifteen to thirty rounds. As for the reinforced concrete turret, let's talk about it next time!

The turret in front of me is a cannon tower, and there are more than 30 devils in it.

"Okay, save the shells, the devil has fallen."

Holding a telescope and looking at the smoke-billowing devil turret, the last few shells just now all drilled into the turret, as if it ignited the things in the turret, and also killed a lot of devils, Iwamori stopped continuing the shelling.

"Rush!"

Outside the turret, Zhang Dabiao led the assault team to charge.

Behind him, there was a ····· of bullets, a dense rain of bullets shot at the devil's turret, and the machine gun crew's firepower firmly suppressed the devil's sporadic counterattacks.

In the turret, the leader of the devil squad who was overturned by the shock wave of the cannonball struggled to get up, his eyes were full of tears, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, he opened his eyes, looked around, and under the red vision, he could see the situation inside the turret.

There were blood stains all over the ground, there were wailing wounded everywhere, and the enclosed environment of the turret made the explosion more powerful, and before the enemy could attack, the garrison team had already suffered more than half of the casualties, and only less than ten people could barely form a counterattack.

Through the wide open outer wall, he looked outside, and at this time, an Eighth Route Army had broken through to the outside of the turret, and a grenade was thrown along the wide open turret and landed at the feet of the devil squad leader.

The severe injuries caused by the shells prevented the Devil Squad Leader from fleeing in time.

Boom...

'Baga, how can the Eighth Route Army have infantry artillery, and it seems to be more powerful than the Empire. 'At the last moment of the grenade explosion, the leader of the devil squad did not understand to death why the enemy had artillery.

At the beginning of the design, the turrets in the base area were not envisaged to protect against artillery bombardment. On the contrary, the top has been strengthened to withstand continuous mortar hits.

After all, in the past few years, I have never seen the Eighth Route Army have a barreled cannon, and there are few mortars.

"Report to the captain, five brothers were injured and three were killed."

Ten minutes later, outside the completely collapsed devil turret, Zhang Dabiao's thick black brows stretched out with a big blade:

"Clean up the battlefield, send a few people to send the wounded back to Yang Village, and we will continue to the next devil turret."

For this battle, Zhang Dabiao was very satisfied.

The effectiveness of the infantry artillery was much better than he had imagined.

Thirty devils were eliminated, only eight of them were injured on their side, and only three were sacrificed, and they fought against the devil's turret, which was an unprecedented victory.

As for the eight casualties, three casualties...

Even if we are willing to spend a lot of shells to completely collapse the devil's turret, it is impossible to completely avoid it, although the devil is extremely vicious, but in terms of combat will, it is not inferior to the independent regiment at all.

Zhang Dabiao also had to admit this in his heart.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go to the Ducun Turret."

Iwamori had also disassembled the infantry cannon and was eager to try the next turret.

There were more than a dozen shots just now, and he didn't hit it at all.

······

It was late in the evening, and it was getting dark.

"Your Excellency Zhongzuo, within one day today, five artillery towers including Du Village, Xiaoma Village, Dutou, and Dongyang Village were attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and all the imperial troops in these artillery towers were shattered."

"According to the information of the imperial army in these turrets, the enemy used two Type 92 infantry guns to bombard continuously, which caused the turrets to be easily broken by the enemy."

In Shou County, a staff officer reported to many people on Kuroshima the news that made his scalp tingle.

In one day and one night, five major artillery towers were pulled out in a row near Shou County, and nearly 100 imperial soldiers were killed.

"Any news from the other turrets?" Many people on the black island hurriedly asked.

After Koizumi Tazawa was ambushed and annihilated, he rationally carried out a contraction defense, withdrew several unimportant and low-defense turrets, leaving only twelve turrets on major communication arteries, and strengthened the defenses.

I thought that it could resist the attack of the Eighth Route Army, or at least it could block the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

Unexpectedly, not only did the speed of the people not slow down, but also accelerated greatly, and they pulled out five of his turrets in just one day.

Also, how could the Eighth Route Army have a Type 92 infantry gun.

If you have a cannon, forget it! Since the beginning of the war, although there are not many Type 92 infantry guns that have been captured, there are still a few.

But isn't the continuous shelling a little too much?

How could they have so many shells?

So many shells from where they came?

That idiot allowed the Eighth Route Army to capture so many shells?

Don't tell me that the Eighth Route Army can make its own shells!

Many people on the Black Island were so angry that they were smoking.

"The five main road turrets were intact and were not attacked, but they reported during the day that they had spotted long-range observation posts of the Eighth Route Army." The staff officer responded.

Every day, the Shou County Staff Headquarters will summarize the intelligence of each artillery tower.

The main road turrets are all reinforced concrete structures, with strong defense and many garrisons.

"Xiao Luozhuang, where are the two turrets in Shangbao?" The Black Isle asked.

His tone was a little nervous.

The power of the Type 92 infantry artillery is not enough to destroy the reinforced concrete turrets, and he can understand and think that the Eighth Route Army will not attack these five turrets, and these turrets have recently deepened and widened the surrounding trenches to a width of five meters, and barbed wire has also been added.

However, the two turrets of Xiaoluozhuang and Shangbao were built with mortar and masonry because of insufficient materials, and their defensive power was not enough to resist the continuous bombardment of Type 92 infantry guns.

"The contact is still there."

The staff officer's first words made many people on Heidao breathe a sigh of relief, and just when he was surprised that the Eighth Route Army did not continue to attack because of the lack of shells, the next words of the staff officer made him feel bored in his heart.

"However, a large number of Eighth Route Army scouts have appeared near these two turrets today, and judging from the signs, the Eighth Route Army is about to attack these two turrets."

"Coming to attack..."

"Eight Ga Ya Road."

The underworld people glanced at the staff officer in front of the table, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the boredom in their hearts.

He suddenly understood why those officers liked to slap their subordinates.

In the absence of reinforcements, he did not dare to go out to support, otherwise Koizumi Tazawa Nakasa would be a lesson for him. And watching the turrets being pulled out by the Eighth Route Army one by one, but he was helpless and powerless, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

This kind of pressure, hitting someone is indeed a good vent.

Suddenly I want to hit someone.

"Let's go down."

The Kuroshima duo waved their hands, and before he wanted to try the slap decompression method, he hurriedly asked the staff officer to leave.

"Someone."

Subsequently, he called the newspaper staff officer: "Send a telegram to the Taiyuan headquarters." ”

The night was already dark, and the scorching heat in Shanxi at the beginning of July was unbearable, and the devils who were forced to hide in the turret were even more extremely uncomfortable.

Today, five consecutive turrets have been pulled out, and the news that the Eighth Route Army has artillery has been transferred to each turret, the devils in the turrets are terrified, and the turrets have hurriedly strengthened their defenses, and even the doors are closed to death, and the lack of ventilation is naturally unbearable.

"Hmph."

At night, Grand Master Li personally dispatched, and he came to the outside of a devil's artillery tower with the second Type 92 infantry gun. This is a large artillery tower, more than ten meters high, and half a squad of devil puppet soldiers is stationed in it.

Seeing that the devil was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go out of the door, Grand Master Li sneered.

Then his face changed from disdain to happiness.

Grand Master Li smiled:

"Haha, do little devils have times when they are afraid?"

"Fuck me." Grand Master Li, who was already itching his hands, personally operated the cannon this time, aiming at the devil's turret at a distance of 800 meters, and happily pulled the firing rope.

"This dog thing is happier than marrying a daughter-in-law." On the side, Zhao Gang, who came over together, pouted.

······

Taiyuan.

Inside the headquarters of the 1st Army.

Yoshio Shinozuka has been in a good mood lately.

Very good.

Since ignoring Li Yunlong, the good news from all over the world every day has made him eat and sleep well, and his whole spirit has improved a lot, so that this old thing actually has the illusion that his sword is not old, and he plans to find a day to go to the battlefield in person to try whether his sword skills are still worthy of the katana given by the emperor.

In the evening, a glass of cold wine was served, and Yoshio Shinozuka was in a happy mood.

The cage tactics were implemented very smoothly, and around the Zhengtai Railway, the Eighth Route Army, which lacked heavy weapons, was completely powerless to blockade the artillery towers and highways, and could only choose to retreat when they saw their so-called bases being divided.

Every day, the iron-locked cage is extended, and it won't be long before the so-called base area behind enemy lines in North China...

Hum!

will be locked in the fine steel chains of the Great Japanese Empire.

"Report to the general, Shou County emergency call..."

Suddenly, outside the headquarters, a devil staff officer ran in in a hurry.

Rise from the Bright Sword /book/96399/