After the artillery fire stopped, the Japanese devils began to attack again. However, they were even more miserable this time. The originally narrow road was half broken by half a box of grenades, and they were bombarded by the devils, almost cutting off.

It was just a small hole that could only pass by one person, and only one gun was needed to block it, and the Japanese could not pass it even if they died.

However, the Japanese were also ghostly spirits. They continued to send puppet troops to find their way, and the mortar at the foot of the mountain stared at the location where the possible shooting was possible.

Zhou Wen had just fired a shot and several shells flew up.

Fortunately, Wang Wencheng was also an expert among them and kept staring at the artillery soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this, he shouted: "Brother Zhou, hurry up and fall down."

After saying that, he jumped on Zhou Wen who was shooting.

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~bang~"

Three shells rang out one after another, which showed how much the Japanese hated them.

Zhou Wen was fine, but the stones that were blown away by the shells hit Wang Wencheng's forehead.

He suddenly felt his eyes turn black, he fell to the rock, and blood flowed from his forehead.

Zhou Wen was so scared that he quickly took out his first aid kit and bandaged his wound. He kept asking: "Old Wang, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

Wang Wencheng opened his eyes with difficulty and smiled reluctantly. However, as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked down and several enemies leaned forward again.

He quickly pushed Zhou Wen away and said, "Go and defend the position quickly, and don't let the enemy climb up."

After saying that, he picked up the grenade and pulled the string out, stayed in his hand for three seconds, and threw it at the puppet army below.

A "bang" sounded, and several puppet troops who had just come up were scattered by shrapnel sputtering everywhere. Two Japanese who had just squeezed onto the trail accidentally fell off the cliff after screaming.

Zhou Wen looked at the dim sky and said excitedly: "Brothers, shoot a shot and change the place, and hold on for a while. When it gets late, the Japanese have no choice but to do anything to us."

Li Hei Niu Weng said in a muffled voice: "Squad leader, the dark night is our world. Should I go down and get cold and give the Japanese a cruel thing?"

Zhou Wen looked at the hesitant puppet army below and said with a smile: "You stupid cow, you really think the Japanese are made of mud!

There are more than a thousand Japanese and puppet troops below! If it weren’t for the fact that this mountain was really difficult to climb, the Japanese would have been fighting. If you and I go down, they would be delivering vegetables to the Japanese!”

Li Heiniu touched his head and smiled embarrassedly. He is a typical person with a well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He can enter the reconnaissance squad all rely on his hands, and it has nothing to do with his brain.

Gradually, it was already dark, and the Japanese could not fight during the day, making it even more impossible at night. So they could only stop and wait for tomorrow.

Zhou Wen and others on the mountain were not in a hurry to leave. Although the blocking mission was completed, they still wanted to avenge the innocent killed villagers in the base area.

"Old Wang, there is the last box of grenades. Before leaving, it is best to make them sigh and even if they want to chase them," Zhou Wen suggested.

"No problem, please take a look!" Wang Wencheng said confidently.

He and Zhou Wen are both Yuan Pengfei's most optimistic subordinates, and both of them have learned a lot of strange theories.

Zhou Wen learned a lot of classic battle examples and preferred to command. He learned from the battle examples.

Wang Wencheng specializes in artillery. Wherever the shells explode, it can produce the greatest effect, which is his specialty.

The half box of grenades, plus the one he fired, directly caused more than a dozen casualties to the enemy, and also changed the terrain, increasing the difficulty of the enemy's attack several times, which made great contributions.

During the day, although the Japanese did not blow up a few of them, Hutou Mountain was ravaged and bombed beyond recognition, looking miserable.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, Wang Wencheng surveyed the terrain and found an excellent location.

"Brother Zhou, the Japanese are great people, and they have created an excellent position for us. This box of grenades is scattered at these three points. When all the enemy teams come up, the three strings will be touched by the enemies who are walking in the front.

When it comes to that moment, there is a loud bang, and many enemies on this road will have to be sent down to see the King of Hell. Moreover, the section of the road will be covered with stones on the mountain, and it is absolutely impossible to get through without spending a lot of time to clean it up."

Zhou Wen was still suspicious of this, but looking at Wang Wencheng's confident face, he had no choice but to agree.

That night, after the grenade was buried, Zhou Wen took them to move. But he didn't get much farther. On the one hand, it was not easy to walk on the mountain road by the moonlight. On the other hand, they wanted to hear the earth-shaking explosion.

After all, this is not a bombing by the Japanese, but a bombing of the Japanese. Everyone wants to listen to gloating.

As soon as the fish belly was revealed in the east, the morning mist slowly dissipated. The colorful morning glow sprinkled on the distant mountains and nearby ridges, making Hutou Mountain even more majestic.

Under the mountain, the puppet army commander Zhao Xingwang's cheeks were red and swollen. He smiled and said no, but he almost knelt down to be his grandson.

Ichita Terada also looked angry. This mountain had become a place where he broke the sword and sank the sand.

Yesterday, the attack lasted for one day, and there were not many casualties in the Eighth Route Army, but the Japanese soldiers under his command were injured and killed more than 100 times, accounting for one-fifth of his brigade.

He could even imagine that if he didn't make some achievements, he would face severe punishment when he went back.

It would not be possible to commit suicide by committing suicide by cesarean section, but it would be fine if he was removed from his post and he was placed on the bench.

And the ignorant puppet army commander in front of him, didn’t he just contribute to the Great Japanese Imperial Army and dared to push back and forth?

If it weren't for the time being to hire people, he would have wanted to take it out and shoot this guy.

Zhao Xingwang was slapped, which was considered to be aware of his status in the eyes of "Taijun".

If it is a dog, then it is like a dog meat if it is not needed.

He must show his value, otherwise he will have to cook the lackey before the cunning rabbit dies.

Who made many guys want to be dogs? Without this one, there are more people who are rushing to come!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he conveyed the order, the three battalion commanders under him were about to rebel.

"Captain, our first battalion was killed more than 100 times yesterday. Brothers are unwilling to do this kind of life plan to die."

"Captain, our second battalion was killed 100 times yesterday, and he has made a lot of contributions to the Taijun. You can't choose us again, right?"

"Captain, how many casualties have been made in our third battalion! It's better to do some fairness, it's better to draw lots!"

It still seems fair to draw lots, and the three battalion commanders agreed unanimously.

Zhao Xingwang found two long and one short, three notes. The third battalion commander got his hint and pulled one.

The other two battalion commanders took away the remaining two, and compared the three and one by one, the unlucky battalion commander was the first battalion commander.

"Damn, this is so unfair. The Third Battalion suffered more than 50 casualties yesterday. They should be allowed to go first. This is another one battalion, so I quit."

"Okay, if you don't want to do it, just take off your skin. Some people are willing to do it!" Zhao Xingwang said indifferently.

That battalion commander was just talking, so how could he really not do it? He was the big-headed soldier under his command, and it had nothing to do with him. He just felt that others were better than him and he felt that he was at a loss.

The two of them left. The third battalion commander, who had just looked calm, immediately became a traitor, handing Zhao Xingwang cigarettes and igniting fires.

"Brother-in-law, this first battalion commander is too disrespectful! Isn't it just that the big-headed soldiers under his command die? As for this? As long as there are guns and food, the big-headed soldiers will have as much as they want."

Zhao Xingwang looked at him: "You kid, learn more, don't be so ignorant. Why didn't this first battalion leader withdraw him? Isn't it because he has two tricks to lead troops to fight? Who should I take to take over if I retreat?"

The Japanese don't care about the struggles within the puppet army, as long as they can achieve their goals.

Soon, a platoon of puppet troops explored the way, followed by a small team of Japanese soldiers attacking at any time. At the end, four or five hundred Japanese puppet troops followed him without any hurry.

The Japanese devils Temple Tian Ichita still believed that there was the main force of the Eighth Route Army on the mountain, otherwise they would not have stopped them here and would not be able to make progress every day and night.

The first puppet army that led the way was as beautiful as the earth, and its heart was almost popping out.

Since yesterday's first attack, no one in the lead has survived.

If his superior hadn't forced him with his family, he would rather die than come up and be the leader.

The journey was quite stable, and gradually I came to the place where the most dead people were yesterday, the narrow path that only allowed one person to pass through.

As soon as he walked there, he fell to the ground without saying a word, waiting for the bullet to pass by him.

Unexpectedly, his lying was fine, which scared the people behind him. A timid puppet army shivered and accidentally fell off the cliff, leaving only a scream in their ears.

After a while, I saw no bullets coming and no grenades hit them.

The puppet army, who was leading the way, slowly stood up and continued to move forward under the constant urging of the people behind him.

He thought to himself: The Eighth Route Army has left? Are you not fighting anymore? Then can I survive?

When he was thinking about something in his mind, he could not help but slow down. He didn't notice anything he pulled under his feet. Then he heard a loud "rumbling" sound, and he knew nothing.

The effect of a box of grenades exploded was amazing. More than 30 puppet troops and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers on that road were all in trouble.

Some people fell off the cliff, some were killed by explosion debris, and some were buried by soil and rocks. There are all kinds of ways to die.

At the bottom of the mountain, Ichita Tetsuda, who was hiding behind the rocks, was as deep as water after hearing the explosion.

"Mortar, shoot me!"

Another violent bombardment, and some parts of Hutou Mountain were flattened.

However, the Japanese gunfire was destined to be a glamorous shot for the blind man - in vain.

After hearing the explosion, Zhou Wen and others knew that the box of grenades was not in vain, so they chased the large army with joy.

Their record this time is enough to make a big fuss, but they have to go back earlier and share the good news with other comrades.
Chapter completed!