After Kitashima Yasuhira returned, he immediately organized a second attack.

This time, he concentrated the most violent artillery fire and used all the 92 infantry cannons and grenade launchers.

The dense artillery fire covered the Longwan military camp.

Katsuhira Kitashima felt that such fierce artillery fire should have killed all the Eighth Route Army in the Longwan Army. As long as the infantry rushed up to clean the battlefield, they could get the victory.

In the past, he had commanded troops to fight like this. The Chinese army could not bear it at all and was basically collapsed at once.

However, he did not expect that there were not many Eighth Route Army Road in the front slope.

Most of the Eighth Route Army soldiers hid in the trenches behind the hillside, waiting leisurely for orders.

This is the benefit of the back-sloping fortification.

You can blow it up anyway.

Just blow up the front of the hillside.

After you have almost bombed, I will attack from behind the hillside.

"Political Commissar!" Li Yunlong accidentally saw Zhao Gang, "How is the situation of those Jinsui Army?"

"There are more than 200 people who are willing to join our team," said Zhao Gang. "The remaining 300 people are also interested. But they still need to continue to do their work."

"Okay! I've left it to you!"

"You're welcome. This is my job."

"The enemy is coming!"

The two came to the front of the hillside.

Sure enough, two more squadrons of Japanese attacked.

This time, the Japanese were completely lightweight. They had no other weapons except for one 38-piece cover.

Oh, there must be bullets, grenades and so on.

They charged.

They hit very quickly.

They tried to pass through the open land as fast as possible and then engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army.

All the Japanese were full of confidence in hand-to-hand combat. They all believed that as long as they were engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army, they could eliminate all the Eighth Route Army.

Zhao Gang raised the Mosinnagan rifle.

"Bang!"

A shot passed.

A Japanese man fell down in response.

Skilled pulling gun bolts.

Removal shell.

Reload.

"Bang!"

The second shot.

Another Japanese fell down.

Li Yunlong looked at him squintedly, his eyes gradually narrowed.

OK, the political commissar did it on purpose.

This is deliberately telling him that Lao Li is actually good at shooting. Moreover, I have good marksmanship.

Li Yunlong had to admit that Zhao Gang was indeed good at shooting skills.

The shooting distance is more than 150 meters.

This is probably what Li Yunlong’s shooting level is.

Maybe it's a bit backward...

After all, he hasn't used a rifle for a long time.

Most of the time, he goes to the battlefield with a big blade.

On the one hand, it is a need to lead by example.

On the other hand, the large blade can save bullets.

Another aspect is that the big blade cuts the Japanese, which is particularly exciting and passionate.

"Political Commissar, the shooting skills are good." Li Yunlong said.

"It's far worse than Yang Yue." Zhao Gang shook his head modestly.

"Okay, at this time, let's not mention that boy. Otherwise, it's all meaningless. We won't compete with him, okay?"

"good!"

"Political Commissar, it's not my old Li that I, Lao Li, boasted that when I was in Hubei, Henan and Anhui, my marksmanship was also good. But later I became the regiment commander and I haven't touched the rifle for a long time. Now I'm a little deteriorating."

"The marksmanship will not be unfamiliar."

"Okay! I'll shoot two more!"

"Give!"

Zhao Gang handed the Mosinnagan rifle in his hand to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong took it, skillfully pulled the bolt and stuffed the bullet into it. He was not unfamiliar with his actions.

aim.

"Bang!"

A Japanese fell down.

Zhao Gang nodded thoughtfully.

Sure enough, Li Yunlong's skills are also very solid.

It is said that he hasn't touched a rifle for a long time, so it should be true. As the regiment commander, he uses a wrench gun or a large blade.

Now I pick up the rifle again, and it's quite good.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Li Yunlong shot five consecutive shots and hit five Japanese devils.

It seemed that he was almost the same as Zhao Gang. However, he admitted defeat with ease.

There is no way, the distance cannot be achieved.

Zhao Gang shot all over 150 meters.

And the ones he shot were about one hundred meters, and the farthest was about one hundred and thirty meters.

"If Yang Yue is there..." Zhao Gang suddenly said.

"Then we'll have nothing to do." Li Yunlong sneered.

Zhao Gang nodded.

Indeed, Yang Yue is not here...

If it were Yang Yue, he would probably have killed one-third of these hundreds of Japanese devils.

That little guy's marksmanship was fast, accurate and ruthless.

One shot at one.

One shot at one.

There is no pause in the middle.

Others need to pause when shooting with heavy machine guns. But he doesn't need it.

It's almost a Japanese man in a second!

There are more than 400 Japanese devils, probably only a few minutes.

Unless the Japanese were lying on the ground and dared not move.

"Captain!"

"political commissar!"

Suddenly, Yang Xiuqin's voice came.

Li Yunlong felt guilty for no reason and did not dare to look back at her. He always felt that she was seeing her rubbing her eyes.

"Comrade Xiuqin." Zhao Gang said, "Why are you here? There is danger ahead."
To be continued...