Taiyuan.

Today's weather is sunny and the eyes are bright.

At half past eight in the morning, the devil Taiyuan Bank wow.

"Let's go."

Looking at his watch, Kazuo Ohno, dressed in a Shaosa uniform, waved his white-gloved right hand forward.

With the hum of car engines, the creaking of horse-drawn carriages, and the sound of iron military boots stepping on masonry, a huge convoy of transports drove towards the railway station, two kilometers away, in front of the bank.

Three Douding small trucks, twelve bank guards, and more than 30 Taiyuan defenders, this is all the configuration of the transportation team.

In order to ensure the safety of the property he had worked so hard to loot, Kazuo Ohno, the leader of the first group of Yamamoto's special team, chose to escort him personally, and he even brought a few reserve members of the special team with him.

It's not that I'm afraid of being robbed.

This is Taiyuan City, the headquarters of the First Army of the Imperial North China Front.

Who would dare to rob it?

Don't want to live anymore?

Even if the main force has left now, there are more than a thousand imperial warriors guarding the city, and there is an air force airfield on the side, Taiyuan City is also a high wall and a deep city, even if that guy eats leopard gall, it is impossible to have the courage to enter the city and rob the imperial property.

He was worried about the rest of the empire.

The wealth he and his younger brother collected, but many people know about it, and naturally many people are jealous.

However, as long as he escorts himself in person, no one will dare to do it.

"Brother..."

Behind him, his brother stooped over and climbed into the driver's seat of the truck in the front row.

"Very good, Yamao, you did a good job."

Kazuo Ohno nodded, his tone satisfied.

Although his younger brother has no hard skills and can't join the army, he can get property, which is indeed a must, and in one year, he has obtained enough wealth for the two of them to be carefree for half of their lives.

He climbed into another seat in the cab.

Because there was infantry marching around, the convoy was slow.

Just as the team was leaving, two hundred meters behind the convoy, several men dressed as peasants in shabby clothes with bulging waists also followed. On the body, behind the convoy, the devils who followed did not notice at all.

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To the west of Taiyuan City, behind the woods at 2.1 kilometers outside the airport.

The six 82 mortars were slapped away, and after running, they were stacked neatly, like a mountain-high shell.

Because of the shelter of the woods, and because of the long-term stability, there has never been a guerrilla attack on the airport, and the devil patrols around the airport have no intention of spreading reconnaissance and vigilance, and through the gap in the woods, you can even see the devils in the sentry tower yawning.

"The head of the regiment is ready."

After Yan Sheng adjusted the pitch of the last cannon, he reported to Li Yunlong on the side.

"One minute left."

Li Yunlong looked at his watch: "Fire on time after a minute." ”

According to the information provided by Chen Fan, the devil plane began to prepare for war at half past eight, stuffing explosives and bullets into the plane and taking off, so Grand Master Li chose an appropriate time.

By this time, the bombs and bullets had not yet been loaded onto the plane, but they had already left the warehouse.

Moreover, except for a few reconnaissance planes, there is no fuel in the devil planes!

The devils never thought that the airfield would be attacked, and the combat readiness level was extremely low.

After giving the order, Grand Master Li couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The enemy's intelligence is really a good thing, it is cool to fight with this thing, it seems that in the future, I will have to find Brother Chen to squeeze some devil information.

"The first round of shelling is the most important."

"The airfield target is large, and this time there is no need for precise shelling. What we have to do is cover the artillery fire and try to fire as many shells as possible in the shortest possible time. ”

At a distance of two kilometers, it is a mortar, which is relatively poorly accurate, and in the absence of a forward observation post, it is almost impossible to achieve accurate shelling through a barbed wire fence several meters high, and without time to adjust the right aiming.

No matter how good the technology is!

Unless it is replaced with a Type 92 infantry gun with higher accuracy. However, because of poor mobility, this time the artillery company did not carry the Type 92 infantry gun.

But the accuracy is not enough to make up the quantity.

"All guns are shelling at full speed, there is no need to save shells, the first round of eight minutes of shelling, a total of 700 shells must be completed, the shorter the time, the better."

"This time, our team's devil airfield is covered by artillery fire."

In Iwamori's rough voice, the eyes of the soldiers of the artillery company seemed to be burning with fire.

Since the formation of the artillery company, the emphasis has always been on accurate shelling, and it is best to hit the enemy and target with every shell, and the artillery company has always taken this requirement as a training program.

After all, although there are more than enough shells in the regiment, they can't be wasted. And the shells that can't hit the enemy can only be heard.

And this time, they didn't need to rack their brains to find a way to hit the target, they just needed to fire the most shells in the shortest time.

It's called artillery cover!

Real artillery coverage!

The maximum rate of fire of the 82 mortar was twenty rounds per minute, and this rate could only be maintained for three minutes, after which the barrel overheated and the rate of fire had to be reduced. And six guns have 700 shells in eight minutes, and each gun has more than 100 rounds in seven minutes, which is already close to the design limit rate of fire.

In the expectant eyes of the soldiers of the company, Iwamori slowly raised his right hand:

"Ready!"

As soon as the word "ready" sounded, behind the six mortar positions, the gunners slowly approached the black barrels, and behind the gunners, there were five ammunition men holding a shell in their hands.

"It's time!" This is Li Yunlong's voice.

"Put!"

Iwamori's right hand fell hard.

At the same time, the six gunners also put down the nearly five-kilogram 82 mortar shells in their hands at the same time, and when the shells slipped and fell, the gunners knelt on one knee and bent down to cover their ears.

Boom·····

Six cannon fires erupted, and a scorching wave of air swept by, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose around the gun mount.

"Go on..."

Iwamori shouted wildly.

The gunner stood up, took the shell handed by the ammunition hand behind him and stuffed it into the chamber again, and then bent down to avoid the muzzle explosion.

Boom... Another round of fierce cannon flame wind swept by, and the smoke and dust around the gun mount rose again, mixed with the dust that had not yet fallen, forming a beautiful cloud.

At this time, because of the low muzzle velocity of the mortar, the first round of running shells was still in mid-air.

"Go on!"

Iwamori's shouts were still rough.

The gunner got up again to take the shells, and behind the gun emplacement, five ammunition men delivered the shells in turn, like a conveyor belt, delivering the shells to the gunners in a steady stream.

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"Hurry up..."

"The front line is urging, we must set off quickly."

In Taiyuan Airport, hundreds of devils are busy.

Hang eggs, refuel, overhaul, and prepare for the new day that is about to begin... Since the beginning of the great counterattack, Taiyuan Airport has been busy providing support everywhere every day, with more than 50 planes dispatching more than 30 reconnaissance sorties and nearly 100 attack sorties every day.

"Bring more machine-gun bullets, the partisans don't have anti-aircraft weapons, I can strafe them through the treetops."

"Give me more bullets, too."

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At the airport, the devil pilots in flight suits spoke in an arrogant tone, asking for more machine gun bullets to facilitate strafing.

In the dozens of consecutive days of attacks, they rarely encountered any counterattacks, and the sporadic machine gun fire did not pose any threat to them, which fueled the arrogance of this group of devil pilots, so this group of guys also flew lower and lower, and flew slower and slower.

The condescending attack made them enjoy it very much.

"What sound?"

Suddenly, several ghost pilots who were previewing today's flight plan looked to the left at the same time... They heard what seemed to be a whistling sound on the left, something familiar.

Mortar shells travel much slower than the speed of sound, so the shells will arrive about a second faster than the sound.

"It seems to be..."

A devil felt that the voice was very familiar, and just as he was carefully recalling, suddenly, he cried out in horror, and at this time, black spots visible to the naked eye had appeared in the sky in the distance:

"Mortar, that's a mortar..."

This devil finally remembered that it was the sound of a mortar, he had heard it on the training ground, and the other devil pilots had also seen the black dots flying at high speed in the distance, but unfortunately, it was too late.

What is enough time in less than a second?

Boom Boom...

Six 82 mortar shells exploded inside the airport, accompanied by six blasts of gunpowder smoke as waves swept across the airfield.

One of them was even more fortunate to hit a plane that was about to take off, hundreds of kilograms of gasoline and hundreds of kilograms of explosives exploded at the same time, and a magnificent explosion fireball rose up.

The starter hits.

Before the personnel of the Devil's Airport could react from this round of shelling, the second round of shelling had already arrived.

Boom Boom Boom ·

The smoke of the explosion once again enveloped the entire airport.

"What's going on?"

Around the airport, the devil in charge of guarding, Nakasai Gohideji, rushed out of the headquarters suddenly, and there were still oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Your Excellency Nakasa, we are under enemy shelling."

The squad leader rushed over in a panic, his face covered with shrapnel wounds, blood gushing out.

"Enemy position!"

Shuiji Iwago shouted.

Although the long-term comfort made this group of devils unguarded, although it was not a front-line division and regiment, it was also an elite unit that could guard the airport, and the observer of the sentry tower quickly discovered the location of the artillery company of the independent regiment:

"Southeast, two kilometers away."

The observer even quickly measured the distance of the artillery positions of the Separate Regiment.

"It's the Eighth Route Army."

The high-powered telescopes could see clearly the clothes of the soldiers who were shelling in full swing.

"Eighth Route Army?!"

Even at this moment of crisis, after hearing the news, Shuiji Iwago was stunned when he heard this.

He subconsciously looked at the airport that was being shelled in front of him.

Dense shells rained down, one after the other, often before the smoke of the previous explosion began to dissipate, the latter had already arrived, and almost every second there were multiple shells exploding.

Almost a hundred shells fell every minute.

The battle-hardened Shuiji Iwago easily calculated the density of the shelling.

It is precisely because of this that he is stunned.

Such intensive shelling, was it the Eighth Route Army?

Is it the Eighth Route Army, which is not even equipped with guns, no more than ten bullets per person, and the entire army does not have a few cannons? Did the Eighth Route Army, known as the Hanako Army, do it?

"Your Excellency Nakasa?"

The team leader on the side shouted anxiously.

You can't be stunned, right?

Yaga, are you mistaken?···· Swallowing back the curse words that he almost uttered, Iwago Shuji took a deep breath and concentrated, no matter who did it, now he must first eliminate this group of attackers as soon as possible.

Otherwise...

He glanced at the airport again, at this time there were already six planes blown to pieces, as for the planes scratched by shrapnel, I am afraid that there are even more, and the runway has also been blown up with thousands of holes, but fortunately, the airport here has a large space, and the planes are placed at a wide interval, so there will be no chain explosion.

He was afraid that he would have to commit suicide.

No one can protect him.

"The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd squadrons set off and destroy the enemy."

"The rest of the people, spread the planes as far as possible, bombs and."

"Let the planes that can take off take off quickly."

Quickly issuing three orders, Iwago Shuji strode towards the headquarters, picked up the phone and asked the garrison in Taiyuan City for help: "The airfield is under intensive enemy shelling, and immediately send troops to attack the enemy's artillery position. ”

Judging by the density of the enemy's shelling, this time it must have been a large army, I'm afraid of several thousands.

Although Iwago Shuji didn't think that his troops could defeat these attackers, for the sake of his own life, he needed to destroy the enemy's artillery as soon as possible and save the remaining planes at the airfield, so he did not hesitate to ask for help.

With his order, the chaotic airport devils were given unified command, and the devils gave full play to the spirit of bushido, braving the endless falling shells to rescue planes, transport bombs, and from time to time devils were blown to pieces, realizing the supreme dream of loyalty to the Japanese Empire.

"Kill to give..."

Just a few minutes later, outside the airport, hundreds of devils rushed out and frantically rushed to the artillery position of the independent regiment.

These devils are just over a kilometer from the artillery position.

Under the pressure of artillery fire, the devils had an unprecedented performance, and they completed the assembly of all the members in just a few minutes, but because of the hurry, the devils who rushed towards the independent regiment at this time had almost no time to care about the formation.

"Commander, the devil is out."

"About five hundred."

As soon as the devil came out, the scouts of the independent regiment found out.

At this time, the artillery battery had also completed the scheduled 600 shells.

"Are the mines ready?"

Li Yunlong looked at the distance and shouted, and rushed towards the devil here in a frenzy, his tone calm.

"Three hundred large lumps, and a hundred earth-made mines, all of them have been buried." A platoon commander replied.

"Okay."

"The spy company has all entered the position, let's entertain the devils here."

Grand Master Li took out his shell gun, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer.

The devil was in a hurry, and the dense formation of such a hurry rushed out, completely looking for death.

"Transfer the position, to the predetermined second position."

At the same time, Iwamori glanced at the smoke-filled devil airfield, as well as the large number of devils rushing out of the gate of Taiyuan City on the other side, and began to organize the transfer of the artillery company.

So far, everything is being planned.

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"Nakasa, the shelling has stopped, and the other side is moving."

The airport watchtower survived and quickly reported to Iwago Shuiji.

Shuiji Iwago suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"What about the losses?" He asked the staff officer beside him.

"There are no specific statistics, but I have seen 12 planes that have been directly hit, more planes have been injured by shrapnel, and the runways have all been destroyed, and they will not be able to take off for two days."

Although the propeller aircraft have low requirements for the airfield, they must be flat at worst, and now they are bombed by 700 shells loaded with black sorkin, and it is impossible to take off.

How can there be so many?

It's over, I'm going to die, and when the general learns about it, I'm afraid I'll kill myself.

The staff officer's words made Iwago Shuji's heartbeat almost stop.

"Telegraph to Lieutenant General Shinozuka and inform His Excellency the lieutenant general of the situation at the airport."

Gritting his teeth, Iwago Shuiji still decided to report immediately, otherwise he would really die.

"Hey!" The staff officer immediately ran to the radio station.

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