I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 484: The 8th Route Army bombards Huting

The people of Songkou Battalion waited until dawn but still did not see any sign of the Eighth Route Army.

Only then did he order the troops of the Imperial Army to continue watching from the top of the wall.

Several sentries were arranged on duty on the artillery tower.

The other Japanese soldiers returned to the barracks to sleep for the time being.

Captain Songkou thought very clearly that they couldn't go on like this.

Otherwise, there would be no need for the Eighth Route Army to attack, they would have to outlast themselves.

The situation of their Huting stronghold was rather special, although it was only separated from the Eighth Route Army's base by a mountain range.

But whether it was them or the Eighth Route Army, they rarely entered or left here.

The Japanese blocked the mountain pass and dug three trenches.

It's not like the Eighth Route Army has no exit, so they won't fight to the death with the Japanese in such a place.

And the Japanese would not easily attack the Eighth Route Army's base from this place.

The main reason is that the terrain in the mountains is complex, which is very suitable for the Eighth Route Army to set up an ambush, so the Japanese naturally would not risk this opportunity.

A standard battalion of Japanese troops is stationed in the Huting stronghold all year round.

There were three infantry squadrons, one artillery squadron, and one cavalry search squadron.

Including a regiment of the Imperial Army, there are more than 2,000 armed people in this stronghold.

The Japanese troops were usually stationed behind their strongholds.

The Imperial Army naturally had a harder time, as they were stationed on the side facing the Liulang Temple.

When it was afternoon, Captain Songkou, who was still sleepy, was awakened by a phone call.

He received an order from the Taiyuan Command to fire two shots at the Liulang Temple opposite.

The main purpose was to test whether there were any Eighth Route Army troops lying in ambush in the mountains opposite.

Songkou then ordered the Japanese artillery squadron to push out a Type 92 cannon and fire a few shots to see the situation first.

The artillery was pushed into position, set to the maximum elevation angle, and ready to fire at Liulang Temple.

The loader has already loaded the shells and is waiting for the gunner to give the order to fire.

The gunner was a Japanese sergeant. He first looked up and observed the situation in the mountains.

After the bombardment, we were prepared to make a judgment on whether there were Eighth Route Army troops in the mountains based on the various changes in the mountains before and after the bombardment.

He raised one arm high, about to give the order to fire.

Suddenly, more than thirty puffs of smoke appeared in the woods on the opposite mountain.

This smoke and dust gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Along with densely packed small black dots, they flew towards them.

The sergeant was finally able to confirm that the smoke was naturally the smoke produced by the muzzle after the artillery shells were fired.

Then those small black dots that gradually grew larger must be the shells...

What? Cannonball? Whoosh…

With the Japanese sergeant's last fantasy, he and his Type 92 infantry gun left.

Completely submerged in the violent explosion of the shells.

The torn body seemed to be burned by karmic fire.

With the countless sins he has committed, he is about to be suppressed under the Nine Netherworlds.

Wang Chengzhu's aim this time was as accurate as ever.

In addition to one of the five artillery towers being hit by a shell, other important targets in the stronghold were also bombed one after another.

Especially the positions where the Japanese artillery were located were bombed into chaos.

Song Wenwan has always believed that weapons like artillery are the most uncontrollable and most likely to cause casualties among soldiers.

Therefore, every time a battle begins, the Gansu Army’s artillery will take action at the first moment.

Directly destroyed the Japanese artillery units, as well as other heavy weapons such as tanks and heavy machine guns.

The effect of the Eighth Route Army's first wave of artillery fire was very good because the tops of the five artillery towers were not capped.

After the shells fell, they overturned the heavy machine gun positions on the artillery tower.

At the same time, a skylight was opened in each of the Japanese's artillery towers.

Then all the Japanese barracks were hit one by one by the Eighth Route Army's artillery shells.

As for the barracks of the Imperial Army, Wang Chengzhu automatically avoided them at Wu Changfeng's instruction.

With the first round of artillery bombardment, there was an unexpected effect.

The Type 92 infantry gun that was prepared to bombard Liulang Temple was hit by a shell and turned sideways.

The Japanese soldiers who are always ready to pull the gun cord have extremely high military literacy.

Before losing consciousness, he managed to pull the trigger of the infantry gun.

In the smoky and burning Huting stronghold, no one noticed anything unusual about the Japanese infantry artillery.

A shell from the Type 92 infantry gun happened to hit the outer gate of the Huting stronghold.

Amid the explosions of all the shells, the gate of the stronghold was blown to pieces.

The Imperial Army who were secretly sleeping on the wall immediately became panicked when they saw the broken gate of the stronghold below.

Some people with poor mental quality have already started shouting and yelling.

"Oh no! Our stronghold has been breached by the Eighth Route Army. We are surrounded. Should we surrender...?"

He didn't dare shout anymore. He found that the Japanese squad leader was staring at him in confusion.

At first, the Japanese squad at the door thought that the Eighth Route Army had finally come to attack them.

But what was strange was that their barracks at the back had been blown up by the Eighth Route Army.

Especially the five sturdy artillery towers, which were being ravaged layer by layer by the Eighth Route Army's artillery shells.

The fighting style of these Eighth Route Army artillerymen is so professional.

They first used the Type 92 infantry gun to blast the tower horizontally to loosen the soil.

Use mortar shells to blow up the top of the turret to help it remove its "makeup".

Just like this, layer by layer, after three rounds of artillery fire, the five artillery towers were reduced to the ground.

The Japanese mortar positions were destroyed in the first round.

The Type 92 infantry guns that were returned early were not able to be pushed out because the surface ammunition depots were bombed.

Not to mention the barracks, the Japanese soldiers who were sleeping soundly inside without even having lunch have all turned into wandering ghosts in the grave.

The Imperial Army is already in such a miserable state, but what about these Imperial Auxiliary Army before them?

Although everyone was making a lot of noise, no one was injured.

Why do I say Nani? Why can't I understand Chinese?

He pulled the translator next to him over, pointed at the Imperial Army soldier, and glared at him fiercely.

"Translator, what did that Imperial Army soldier shout just now? Tell me quickly."

The translator was so scared by the look in the eyes of the Japanese squad leader that he actually wet his pants.

There was another reason, besides the Japanese, there were people watching him now.

Beside the shouting soldier, there was a large group of Imperial Army soldiers, also looking at them.

"Miya, Miyamoto, Captain, he just said...

We have been surrounded by the Eighth Route Army, and he wants to surrender to the Eighth Route Army."

Although he was speaking Japanese now, Captain Miyamoto's eyes were red when he looked at the Imperial Army.

The Imperial Army immediately understood that the translator probably hadn't said anything nice.

Captain Miyamoto kept muttering "Damn Chinese".

He pointed the Type 14 Nambu pistol in his hand at the interpreter.

"Since you want to rebel, then let's start with you, the translator! You are a bunch of traitors to the empire!"

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes and while the interpreter continued to explain, Miyamoto shot the interpreter.

With a "click" sound, the Type 14 Nambu pistol in Miyamoto's hand failed to fire for the first time.