"No, we're playing on a low slope here, it's too far away."

The mortars had not yet been assembled, the ammunition men were preparing to load the shells from the mules and horses, several fighters were digging temporary positions with large sapper shovels, and the deputy commander of the artillery company with binoculars noticed the problem.

He touched a pair of round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his tone was solemn.

The situation was somewhat unexpected.

The artillery position chosen by the little devil is on the top of the mountain, and it is one of the highest peaks in the surrounding area, dozens of meters higher than the highest point of Yang Village, they shoot at the foot of the mountain, they can neither see the position of the devil's cannon, nor observe the landing point of the shell, it is too difficult to hit the cannon.

And·····

At a distance of almost three and a half kilometers, this is somewhat far for the 82 mortar.

Although the 82 mortar has an ultimate firing range of about four kilometers on paper, after more than three kilometers, the accuracy of the shelling will drop significantly, not to mention hitting high slopes on low ground, and it will be more difficult to calculate the trajectory.

"What then?"

The commander of the fire company stopped the shovel that was digging a bunker in his hand and looked at the deputy commander of the artillery company.

Although he also played mortars, and also trained in the artillery company for a period of time, but the 82 mortar and the 60 mortar are very different, without training, it is difficult to master in a short time, he came to the main deputy commander, and the actual operation is still the gunner of the artillery company.

Moreover, the main commander in charge of this operation was the deputy commander of the artillery company.

The two of them went separately before, but they were just afraid that they would encounter a devil halfway and intercept them halfway.

Spread out the map and looked around, and then held the binoculars and looked around, and the deputy commander of the artillery company quickly made a decision: "We divide the troops, you bring one 82 guns, I bring two, let's cooperate with each other and shell in turn." ”

"You're here, I'm here ·····"

The deputy commander of the artillery company pointed to two points on the map and detailed his battle plan.

The deputy company commander is also a high-achieving student, who has studied in college for a year, although he did not graduate because of the war, but in this era, those who can go to university are all top talents, and the level of knowledge is very thick.

Moreover, a long time ago, Iwamori began to prepare for the expansion of the artillery battalion, and deliberately cultivated the ability of the artillery company officers to fight alone.

"Good idea."

The fire company commander's eyes lit up.

As a college student, there are many good ideas for fighting this war

After looking at the map and remembering the location, the commander of the fire company also took out his map, marked the point he was going to with a pencil, and then took the artillery squad and led the big mule that carried the cannonballs, and quickly rushed to the predetermined place along the mountain road.

"Stay safe."

Before leaving, the deputy company commander of the platoon company reminded: "The devils will definitely send troops to protect the artillery positions, and the warning circle should spread to a kilometer away, be careful not to let the devils catch up." ”

"Yes."

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Boom Boom Boom ·····

On the No. 4 height, the cannon fireworks were still flickering, and one after another shells crossed the sky and fell towards Yang Village.

On the position in front of Yang Village, waves of little devils appeared in the shape of wavy lines, surging towards the position of the first battalion, like waves, never stopping to beat the shore, vowing to smash the rocks to pieces.

After the third wave of attack was repulsed, Oshima Kan was ruthless, with the squadron as a unit, five squadrons attacked in turn, continuously launched an attack on the position of the first battalion, and the artillery did not stop, when the devils attacked, they bombarded the rear of Yang Village, blocked reinforcements, and when they retreated, they bombarded the forward positions and destroyed the bunkers.

The battle was torturous for both sides.

In the face of the almost non-stop roulette attack of the devils, Zhang Dabiao had to repeatedly change the forward troops to avoid being broken by the little devils, and even had to give up the first line of positions in order to shorten the distance.

And the Japanese army was not comfortable, and every time they attacked, dozens of devils were left in the position in front of Yang Village forever.

Suddenly.

Boom······

With an unprecedented violent explosion, a huge explosion smoke rose in the middle of Yang Village, and several houses were violently blown up, forming a large open space.

"What's going on?"

Shaking off the falling dust on his head, Zhang Dabiao in the Yang Village Underground Command Headquarters asked.

Soon, the message came:

"It's a fire company."

"The devil's shell hit the exit of the artillery transport of the fire company, more than seventy mortar shells were detonated, three fighters transporting the shells were sacrificed, and several fighters around were injured, but fortunately there were no other losses."

"The little devil raised by the son of a bitch."

Zhang Dabiao was so angry that he scolded.

There is no problem with the front-line position, although the first battalion has suffered huge losses, but it can still hold on, and the losses of the little devils are only greater than the first battalion, after the first battalion adapts to the offensive rhythm of the devils, with the fortifications of the front-line positions, as well as the strong civil and wooden fortresses that the devils cannot break, as well as sufficient weapons and ammunition, the casualty ratio of the double anti-anti has almost reached two to one.

The 60 mortar, in particular, was the mainstay, and almost a third of the devils died under the shells.

For every battalion of soldiers sacrificed, two devils went to accompany the burial.

However, the little devil artillery is still a huge problem.

The mountain artillery shells that fell from time to time made the battalion helpless, and the artillery shells could indeed be avoided in the tunnel, but the artillery and infantry always had to deal with the devils in the outside positions, and the reinforcements behind also had to constantly support the positions, and the tunnels could not connect to the frontline positions, and these exposed soldiers could only let the devils bombard.

As a result, not only the positional fortifications were destroyed, but also losses in the rear after a long time.

Like this one.

Fortunately, now the first battalion is rich, more than seventy mortar shells, which is nothing.

"Go inform the fire company."

Zhang Dabiao still decided to make some changes, and every time there is a problem, he must learn a lesson and avoid making the same mistakes in the future, which is what the political commissar said: "In the future, the artillery shell transport will be carried out alone, and the amount of one-time transportation will be less, and there will be more trips." ”

"Yes."

The warrior nodded and ran down.

"Battalion commander."

Another soldier ran over, and his tone was hurried: "We have found devil troops on both wings, but we have already driven down with two platoons of three companies guarding the two wings, and in addition, a small group of devils have also been found behind the village, and they have been driven back without approaching." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Zhang Dabiao nodded, his tone calm.

The devil will definitely be interspersed from the flanks or even the rear, which he has thought about for a long time, after all, this is the proud tactic of the little devil, but the terrain of Yangcun, there are only small roads on both sides, and it is destined that the devils interspersed on the two wings cannot exceed a small team, and it is not fearful to deploy a platoon.

As for the back of the village, the twenty-meter cliff, and the rugged rocky terrain, the large army did not even want to pass, let alone a mine array, and the last reserve of more than a hundred people was guarding the retreat route of the first battalion.

Moreover, under the cliff behind the village, where are the four M2 heavy machine guns!

After the soldier left, listening to the explosions that still sounded, Zhang Dabiao turned over the watch on his wrist, looked at the time, and was very anxious: 'What's the matter, why haven't they done it yet?' ’

Zhang Dabiao was waiting for the fire company and artillery company to suppress the enemy's artillery position.

If you don't solve the devil's artillery, I'm afraid that it won't last until it gets dark, and the devil will attack Yang Village, and he doesn't want to fight with the devil in the streets.

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Zhang Dabiao was very anxious, and Oshima Kan's mood was not much better, or even worse.

"Attack."

"Attack."

"Don't stop."

Wielding a katana, he shouted, howling madly, and ordered the squadron to attack in turn, without stopping for a moment, thanks to the large number of troops he had, otherwise there really would be no way to do this.

Looking at the imperial warriors who were carried down, and looking at the wounded who were wailing one by one, Oshima Suga was extremely upset.

"How's it going on the flanks?"

Oshima asked the staff officer on the side.

"Report to the captain."

The staff officer swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult tone: "There is only one narrow mountain road on the flank route, which makes it difficult for the troops to deploy, and the Eighth Route Army has also planted mines on the mountain road, and the two squads of the attacking Fifth Squadron have been repulsed. ”

"What about the rear?"

Oshima Kan's tone couldn't make out any tone.

"Behind is rocky terrain."

Cold sweat fell from the staff officer's forehead: "The large army is impassable, and there are also mine formations, and the attacking troops have returned in vain." ”

"Yaga..."

With a roar, Oshima Kan rarely slapped out, but only roared.

As the captain of the first division, his personal ability is naturally very good, and after such a long time of fighting, he also knows more clearly that the independent regiment he is attacking at this time is an organized army, the soldiers have rich experience in actual combat, and the officers also have good command ability, which is not weaker than the ordinary imperial army of the empire.

And this place, as its nest of several years of operation, is bound to have a big loophole.

It is normal for the flanks and rear to not attack.

"Order the 5th Squadron to continue attacking from the flanks and attract enemy forces."

Oshima Kan ordered.

His tone was a little helpless.

The attack of one squadron after another is a bit like a refueling tactic, but the forward position of Yangcun is so large, only enough for a squadron to spread out, and the enemy's firepower is very strong, although it is suppressed by its own artillery fire, but the opponent's mortar is concealed with the help of solid bunkers in the village, and it can still continue to provide covering firepower, and he does not dare to invest too many troops at one time.

If the attacking force is too dense, it can only be killed by the enemy's artillery in a group, and mortars are much more lethal to infantry than grenadiers.

Suddenly...

Rumble!

A violent explosion came, this explosion was a little different, as if dozens of explosions appeared at the same time, raised the binoculars, and looked at the sudden rise of a large area of gunpowder smoke in Yang Village, Oshima Kan finally smiled:

"Yo Si."

"It's an enemy shell that was detonated."

He couldn't stop nodding, and his tone had an unconcealed joy: "The artillery squadron did a good job, although the process was difficult, but the victory will eventually belong to the Imperial Army." ”

It's just that he hadn't laughed for a few minutes, when the endless shelling suddenly stopped, and Yang Village suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of machine guns, and the occasional sound of small-caliber shells, and the sound of Type 92 infantry guns.

The roar of mountain artillery shells disappeared.

"What's going on?"

Puzzled, Oshima Kan looked back at the artillery position.

When he turned his head, a distinctive explosion flashed in his ears, very dense, but not like the explosion of mountain artillery, and in confusion, his vision extended through the telescope, and he found that around the fourth height, a puff of explosion smoke rose up.

It was his artillery positions that were shelled.

Oshima's eyes widened suddenly.

"What's the situation?"

"What's going on?"

Who, attacking his artillery positions? Reinforcements from the Eighth Route Army? The Eighth Route Army dared to send reinforcements? Also, what about the two squadrons that garrisoned artillery positions? What are you eating? It's all rubbish!