Chapter 433

Fan Guowen and the five sharpshooters had cold-proof leather inside their military uniforms, and they were covered with a white cloak that was exactly the same as the snow. The entire gun was pressed into the snow. In order to be inconspicuous in the snow, the gun body was specially painted with white paint.

"Sixth Wind Power!"

"Revised value...!"

Fan Guowen slowly reported shooting reference parameters to nearby sharpshooters. Almost every elite sharpshooter has modern high school level mathematical ability, but it is limited to just a few formulas for shooting.

On the artillery position, there were five soldiers in each cannon, responsible for sorting, loading, clearing the chamber, scheduling the cannon and firing the artillery. The Japanese artillery textbook style pressed the small flag raised by the artillery flag bearer, loading the bullets neatly. The small flag was waved, and a volley was fired, and six 75mm caliber high-explosion cannons were shot out of the chamber and whistled away.

"Preparation!" The artillery flag bearer raised the small flag again, and the loader neatly loaded the shells.

"Open fire!"

Bang!

The artillery flag bearer did not wait for the expected firing to roar, but heard a gunshot. When he turned his head, he saw six artillery soldiers in charge of firing, staggering, and stumbled beside the 92 infantry cannon in almost the same posture, with red and white liquid gushing from his forehead.

The six gunshots were neatly like a gun, and the bullet hit the spot was almost exactly the same. Each bullet was specially made, with very little smoke and fire. This is the strongest manifestation of the elite magic shooter combination of the 12th District Team.

The commander of the Japanese artillery reflexively pulled out his pistol and shouted: "Enemy attack!" His heart was chilling. The one who fired the cold gun was definitely the master of the master. The most terrifying thing was that there was more than one.

Could this be the real strength of the Eighth Route Army? It's so terrible. It's almost easy to think about the fate that his artillery is about to face today. The Japanese artillery commander was ready for a shattered slap, but Fan Guowen did not give him any chance. A bullet from the barrel hit a shell near him.

The sharp warhead penetrates directly into the bullet body, and the hot warhead triggers a terrible chain reaction.

Bang!~ The 75 mm caliber high-explosion shell exploded on the ground and immediately tore the Japanese artillery commander next to him into a fog of flesh and blood.

The gunshot sounded almost the same time again, and five bullets hit the high-explosive shells on the ammunition box next to the Japanese Type 92 infantry artillery.

"Which mud?" Ono Nio stood up from the stool, his face was gloomy and the unusual explosion from the artillery position made him feel uneasy.

"Kill!" On the fourth company's position, the soldiers from the fourth company attacked again after a full meal, holding bayonets and fighting with the security brigade that rushed up with the sound of killing.

However, the six-type 92 infantry artillery of the Japanese and puppet troops, which pose the greatest threat to the fourth company, was gone.

The puppet army of the security brigade was even worse than the ordinary Imperial Army. It was even more disgusted as a mob. When they met the elite 12th District Team of the Eighth Route Army in the 11th Division, they were like a tide hitting a rock, only touching countless blood flowers, but they could not move forward any further. The shiny bayonets and dark gun bodies in the hands of the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Company were immediately stained with blood.

The number of personnel of the security brigade is not enough to replace quality with quantity. The soldiers of the fourth company, with relatively few people, were like tigers and sheep, killing the security brigade so hard that they could overturn the horses. The machine guns at the fire points on the position crossed left and right, scattering the rain of bullets into the enemy group.

Captain Chen did not see the artillery fire that Ono Nio had promised to open the way. The artillery position in the rear was completely exposed, but the security brigade he led was completely exposed under the crazy attack of the 12th District Team, and was almost slaughtered by a chicken and dog. Captain Chen was furious. His eyes were about to break apart, and he shouted wildly: "Japanese, where is the Japanese gun?! Where is the cannon?! Damn, we were deceived! Damn Japanese, I fuck your grandma!" Captain Chen felt a deep humiliation of being betrayed. The Eighth Route Army mingled with his subordinates was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The trust between the Japanese and puppet troops was not very strong. The Japanese artillery position was attacked, which led to Captain Chen thinking that he was betrayed by the Japanese. The so-called artillery was covering the attack, but there was no movement after firing a few shots in front. This was clearly a poisonous plan for Ono to kill people with a knife, eliminate dissidents, and treat all the teams he had worked hard to kill as cannon fodder.

He did not hear Captain Chen, the security brigade in front of the Fourth Company's position, cursing the Japanese brigade of Renqiu County. He did not care about the life or death of the security brigade soldiers who were gradually wiped out during the fight. What he was concerned about was why the artillery positions stopped shooting.

"Baga! Send someone to see the artillery position!" Ono Nioyu found that the artillery did not provide the firepower support he deserved, and watched helplessly as the security brigade ahead was divided and annihilated by the soldiers of the Fourth Company in the process of rushing.

"Ono! I am irreconcilable with you! Let my team die! I fuck your ancestor!" A man covered in blood stumbled back on the front position, rushing straight to the Japanese command center and cursed loudly.

"Baga! Captain Chen! You actually escaped at the last minute. You dare to insult the Imperial Army. You are dead." Several Japanese squadron captains jumped out and intercepted the security captain who was like a mad tiger.

The nearby Japanese army looked at Captain Chen as if he was looking at a dead person. Even if he was a captain, anyone knew that he had touched the Japanese's bad luck and would not have lived long.

"Baga! You are working to disrupt the morale of the army! Come on! Drag this deserter out quickly." Ono Nio was furious. From the bloody and embarrassment of Captain Chen of the security brigade, you can see that the security brigade is completely finished. Unexpectedly, this guy still has the life to run back and talk nonsense.

"Ono! Where is your artillery! You don't know how to kill someone with a knife!" Captain Chen pointed at Ono Nio, with unwillingness and anger in his eyes. All the soldiers under his hands were finished. They were swept over by the machine guns on the left and right wings of the fourth company's position and swept over 30% of the soldiers. The remaining ones were knocked out by gunfires in a few times in the trench. In addition, they were blown to pieces by landmines and were crushed to pieces. At most, only half of the soldiers in the security brigade could rush up to fight for bayonets.

The security captain's howling like a wounded beast made Ono Nio step back. Unexpectedly, a small security captain dared to point at his nose and roar loudly in front of him.

The abnormality of the artillery position caused the security brigade to be unable to obtain any cover and the entire army was destroyed. It was completely beyond the expectations of Ono Nioyu. After being criticized by Captain Chen of the security brigade, Ono Nioyu couldn't help but feel angry and furious: "Bagayaru! You dare to despise the Great Japanese Imperial Army." Ono pulled out the samurai sword with fierce eyes.

A cold and cold light wiped the neck of Captain Chen of the security brigade, "My God...ah!" Captain Chen's head fell to the ground and rolled a few times, still dying with his eyes open. He had no head, and the blood spurted out from his neck, and his body fell on the snow and twitched.

The captain and squadron leader of another Royal Army brigade showed a complex look of sadness in his eyes.

"I'm so angry!" Ono Nio kicked Captain Chen's head with a heavy breath.

"Report! The artillery squadron position was attacked, and all the cannons were destroyed." The soldiers who went to check the artillery position ran back in a hurry. When he arrived, he just saw a few people wearing white cloaks destroying the infantry artillery with grenades. The scene of the artillery position being exploded by artillery shells and the figures scared the soldier almost collapsed to the ground, and ran back with his legs trembling.

"Where?!" Hearing the news that the artillery was destroyed, Ono Nio's three souls immediately lost six souls. A samurai sword flashed and appeared on the soldier's neck and stopped forcibly. These eighth routes are too elusive.

The soldier was sweating coldly behind his back and secretly rejoiced that he was in danger. Fortunately, Ono Nio stopped in time, otherwise he would have been the one who had left his family and had to be the one who had left his family.

Killing one's own people indiscriminately may affect the morale of the army. Ono Nio barely restrained his anger, took back the samurai sword, and roared: "The 12th District Team?! I'm going to see who is from the 12th District Team. I dare to challenge the power of the Japanese Imperial Army, Kimura Jun!"

"Hi!" A Japanese officer stood out from the line and stood at attention.

"I will leave the task of avenging the artillery squadron Captain Fujino Squadron." Ono Niuzuo was so angry that he was very angry. The artillery squadron borrowed this time took a lot of effort. Now, the eighth Route Army was knocked out before the final battle even began, which made him extremely annoyed. He didn't know how the eighth Route Army got in.

"Yes!" The squadron leader of Kimura personally ordered dozens of elite soldiers and pulled hundreds of Japanese and puppet troops to rush towards the Japanese artillery positions. More than a dozen military dogs were also released from their reins and barked in front of the team.

"Retreat!" Hearing the barking of dogs in the distance, Fan Guowen jumped up and ran without hesitation. Almost all around him were enemies. Even if he was hidden secretly, he could not escape the dog's nose.

Several soldiers picked up their rifles and followed Fan Guowen in the snow, running wildly. The tunnel entrance that just came out could no longer be used, otherwise there would be danger of exposing the tunnel network of the Twelve District Team. They could only get rid of the enemy and find a farther tunnel entrance to escape.

After all, the four-legged military dogs ran faster than people. The gunshots of the Japanese were still far behind. More than a dozen military dogs had already pounced behind Fan Guowen. In normal times, Fan Guowen wanted these dogs to pounce on them, and then they smashed them to stew the dog meat. However, one second later, the enemy would chase more steps. Just because they were not enough for a few nearby enemies to shoot a few random guns, the opponent's strength advantage was no longer something that any tactic could fight against. Fan Guowen brought out all the elites of the 12th District Team. The role of the battlefield could almost be one hundred, and the loss of one, and the 12th District Team would be in pain.
Chapter completed!