6 a.m. on November 7, Baotou.

Dozens of military vehicles filed out of the city gate with their lights on. Behind the convoy was a thick cavalry formation. Under the dim lights, only people and horses could be seen moving.

In the darkness about 300 meters away from the road outside the city, Chen Zhengyue, Tan Pei and several soldiers from the Hunter Squadron quietly observed the actions of the Japanese army.

About 5 minutes later, Chen Zhengyue whispered to Tan Pei:

"This should be the total of the Japanese reinforcements. Have you counted them clearly? How many people are there?"

Tan Pei chatted quietly with the two soldiers beside him for a while, then crawled over and said to Chen Zhengyue:

"3,000 cavalry, about 1,000 infantry, and about a squadron of mountain artillery."

Chen Zhengyue nodded and looked away from the direction where the Japanese reinforcements left.

"Immediately report the information to the legion commander, and,

Let the brothers along the way check carefully and report the location of the Japanese reinforcements to the headquarters every 15 minutes!"

"clear!"

…

Almost at the same time that Chen Zhengyue sent a telegram to the general headquarters, Huang Gaoyi, captain of the second squadron of the Hunter Brigade, also saw reinforcements from the Japanese 26th Division outside Guyang County.

Jiangdong pushed his frontline headquarters to the edge of Yihe Canal, which was less than ten miles away from Wuyuan County.

"Commander of the Army, the situation is similar to what we estimated before. 3,000 cavalry and 1,000 infantry have arrived from the direction of Baotou."

Lu Zhuoran took the telegram and said to Jiang Dong:

"There are two infantry regiments on the other side of Guyang. They have all left the city and are on their way in the dark."

"Transmit the information to all the troops on the front line."

"The staff office is already doing it!"

"Yeah." Jiang Dong nodded, and pressed his index and middle fingers on the map of Guyang and Baotou.

"So there is at most one regiment of Japanese soldiers in Guyang now, and there are even fewer in Baotou, probably about 2,000."

"Yes, but there are also puppet troops such as the Puppet Mongolian Army, with numbers ranging from one or two thousand to tens of thousands!" Lu Zhuoran guessed what Jiang Dong was thinking.

"Without the Japanese to rely on, the puppet army formed by these bandits and hooligans will not last long." Jiang Dong shook his head gently.

"The Japanese troops in Mongolia, Suiyuan, Chahar and other places are actually not very large. Their main force in maintaining local security is the puppet Mongolian army, the Suiyuan Autonomous Army, the Xing'an Army and other puppet troops!

This time, in addition to defending the oil fields and coordinating the southern battlefield, we also have to find ways to completely dig out the big cancer among these tens of thousands of people."

"Wang Ying is in Wuyuan County, and there are 6 divisions of puppet Mongolian troops outside the city." Ye Qingshan hated Wang Ying's Suixi Autonomous Army, so he continued:

"If we want to completely eliminate this big cancer, traitors like Wang Ying must not let it escape!"

Jiangdong had heard about the evil things done by the Suixi Autonomous Army to the Daqingshan base area. He could feel Ye Qingshan's anger and said after thinking for a while:

"Let Ma Hongkui control the major transportation nodes, and at the same time send cavalry to roam around the battlefield to prevent any fish from slipping through the net!"

"yes!"

…

In the headquarters of the Second Division, Li Zhaoying, Han Mo, and Gao Quan were sitting opposite each other. There were still 10 minutes left before the final attack time. All units were in position and everything they could do had been done. Now they are in

Waiting for daybreak, waiting for the attack time to arrive.

From time to time, the radio stations and walkie-talkies in the headquarters could be heard reporting the movements of the Japanese troops from various units on the front line.

"Before we even showed our heads, the little Japanese on the opposite side were already ready. It seems that the wind here in Suiyuan is quite strong, blowing a hole in the tent of the general headquarters."

Han Mo said teasingly.

Li Zhaoying and Gao Quan understood what he meant. The latter did not answer. The former looked at the busy staff and said:

"Standing up for an hour in such a cold weather, Io Mizukawa treated his soldiers as iron men!

No matter what preparations they have made, they are nothing compared to their absolute strength!"

"Yes, my cannon will teach them how to behave!" Gao Quan said concisely.

"Ha ha……"

Han Mo laughed and stroked the sword in front of him.

Although he is now the deputy division commander, his sword team has never been disbanded. Han Mo always wants to personally lead the sword team to kill the little devils, but Li Zhaoying and other staff will never allow such a thing.

of.

When his hands felt itchy, he would touch the big blade and miss the scene of heads flying and blood spurting out.

Han Mo was born in China, and he was the most excited person in the Second Division when the Northwest Army returned to Suiyuan to fight the war.

"Commander, there are only three minutes left before the scheduled attack time!" the combat staff officer came over and reminded in a low voice.

The three of them looked at each other and stood up at the same time, holding binoculars and other equipment and walking out of the 2nd Division headquarters.

The sky has begun to lighten, and Wuyuan County, six or seven miles away, can only be seen in outline in the gray sky and earth.

When the needle pointed at 7:30 a.m. on December 7, Li Zhaoying turned his head and said to Gao Quan in a calm tone:

"It's time to begin!"

Gao Quan nodded expressionlessly, then took the walkie-talkie microphone handed over by the correspondent on the side and spoke two words easily:

"fire!"

…

The artillery of the four battalions of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment had already been calibrated to shoot at Zhu Yuan.

Thanks to the assistance of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Hunter Brigade, the important positions and stronghold artillery regiments of the Japanese army inside and outside Wuyuan County were clearly known.

The two high-power officials clearly communicated to each artillery position. At the same time, 36 105mm howitzers and 12 150mm large-caliber howitzers roared simultaneously.

The huge recoil when the artillery was ejected from the chamber shook the fine snow on the edge of the artillery position flying high. The flying snowflakes were melted by the heat wave emitted during the second reloading before they fell to the ground.

Flags and passwords intertwined in the snow-covered sky, and a thunder barrier seemed to appear out of thin air around Wuyuan County. The roar of thunder made the Japanese and puppet soldiers who had been nervous for a long time tremble.

Lieutenant General Mizukawa Ifo, Captain Oike Regiment, Chief Kuwahara, and Wang Ying stood at the top of the city in the cold wind and looked south, their hands and feet shivering from the north wind.

Wang Ying stamped his feet on the spot and put his palms to his mouth to breathe. As the waiting time lengthened, the tension in his heart subsided a lot.

At 7:30, the sun in the east had just exposed half of the ears, and suddenly there was the sound of shells piercing the sky. The sound collided with the whistling of the north wind, and there seemed to be layers of invisible air waves spreading between the sky and the earth like water waves.

Spreading, countless people raised their stiff heads at this moment.

It was difficult for the naked eye to keep up with the falling speed of the cannonball, and only a few blurry black spots were printed on Wang Ying's eyeballs.

The next moment, the sound of explosions shook the surrounding areas, air waves rolled, and the earth trembled.

Red fireworks were printed in the eyes of every Japanese on the city wall. Whether they were officers or soldiers, they all subconsciously took a step back.

Wang Ying's body was already a little stiff due to the cold wind, and the slight trembling of the earth made him fall to the ground with a bump on his butt.

His body and mind were filled with fear at the same time, and he wanted to escape, but his legs could not use the strength.

Having walked on the edge of life and death many times, Wang Ying's body has always been very alert to threats.

One round of shelling by Jiangdong made him realize that this was a big shot he could never afford to offend.

Lieutenant General Io Mizukawa seemed to be too old. When the red fireworks bloomed in his eyeballs, his feet took a few steps back uncontrollably.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, this is a heavy artillery!" Captain Weichi's voice was trembling. "The artillery fire will soon extend, and the city wall is not safe. Let's withdraw quickly!"

"Yoshi...Yoshi...withdraw..."

What Io Mizukawa usually dealt with the most was the harassment of guerrillas. The 35th Army, which he had fought several times with, did not have such strong firepower. The old Japanese had never seen such a shocking scene since he joined the army, and he was already frightened.

The words are incoherent.

…

The first to be bombarded were the Meiling Temple and Xingong Middle School located outside the city.

The Japanese army built more than a dozen gun towers and bunkers in these two places, with dense barbed wire fences stretched around them. There were also several minefields scattered outside the barbed wire fences.

This line of defense will be a huge trouble for Fu Zuoyi and the Red Party guerrillas.

The little Japs in the turrets and bunkers held heavy machine guns in their hands, staring intently at the wires toward the outside.

In the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, their position was absolutely safe.

When the Chinese show up, they just need to pull the trigger and shoot out a barrage of bullets.

Compared with the soldiers who were kissed by the cold wind outside, the little Japanese in the gun towers and bunkers were not cold physically or nervous.

At 7:30, the Japanese soldiers on the top floor of the gun tower finally saw the shadow of the Chinese.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips, he opened his mouth and shouted downwards,

"Warriors, support...the man is here!"

There was more excitement than nervousness in his voice.

The little Japs in more than a dozen gun towers looked out from the firing ports at the same time, but very few of them saw the figures of the running Chinese.

The moment before their consciousness dissipated, what they heard was a continuous whistling sound.

The whistling shells hit the turret like meteorites from the sky, and the huge power of the high-explosive grenade directly blew the turret more than ten meters high into pieces.

"Boom boom boom..."

There seemed to be a cord of gunpowder connected between all the turrets. The first turret turned into rubble all over the sky like a big firecracker. The Japanese soldiers in the turret were killed directly by the high temperature, pressure and shock wave.

Then came the second turret and the third turret...

Some of them bloomed in the center, some collapsed from the middle, and some fell down like wooden figures.

Even if the first artillery shell did not smash the turret into pieces, the second and third artillery shells that followed would blow the turret into pieces.

The Japanese warriors who were determined to make great achievements and open up territory for His Majesty the Emperor didn't even have time to fire their guns, and they all went to see Amaterasu without even seeing the enemy.

Meiling Temple and Xingong Middle School were bombarded by heavy artillery for 10 minutes. Most of the turrets and bunkers were demolished, and the barbed wire fences and minefields also disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!