Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 110 Explosion is Art
As far as the eye can see, a huge fireball soars into the sky, and the light produced by the explosion illuminates several miles around like daylight.

boom--! !

An earth-shattering loud noise pierced the night sky.

Then there were violent explosions, and pieces of soil and rubble were thrown into the air, and a few human-shaped objects could be seen faintly flying in the air, and then a large number of stones fell like a meteor shower.

The shock wave swept past like ripples, and the four people hiding in the trench lay dead on the ground, not daring to raise their heads for a long time, for fear that they would be blown away by the violent shock wave if they were not careful.

After a while, Shen Chunliang raised his head, shook his head, shook off the soil scattered on his head, took out his binoculars, and looked towards the explosion area.

In the binoculars, the original neat arsenal has disappeared, replaced by devastated, dilapidated, warehouses, barracks, kennels, devils, these things have all disappeared without a trace.

Seeing such a scene, Shen Chunliang was terrified for a while, thinking, just now I brought this kind of thing, and crawled under the car to touch it.

If it exploded halfway, I'm afraid I can't even find the scum now.

"Is the devil's bomb so powerful?" Shen Chunliang asked.

"Impossible. If the devil's explosives are so powerful, then let's just throw a few big bombs at random, and our entire battalion will be scrapped. By the way, Ryoko, where did you put the bombs?"

Shen Chunliang squeezed his chin and thought about it, it was indeed the case, and then thought about the scene when the bomb was planted, "I didn't have time to take a closer look, anyway, it was hidden under several boxes of gunpowder." Shen Chunliang said.

"A few boxes, dozens of boxes, right? With such power, there are only a few tons of gunpowder that can't explode like this."

"It's either foreign language or bird writing. I don't know it either. I just opened the lid and looked at it. When I saw it was gunpowder, I stuffed it underneath."

After listening to Shen Chunliang's words, Dong Jinbao stretched out his thumb, "Liangzi, cow! I didn't expect you to play with gunpowder better than me. If I knew this was the case, I would follow you in. Maybe the power of the explosion It can be bigger."

"Come on, it's just your lump, lying under the car, I guess you haven't walked very far, your butt will have to wear off a layer, if you don't lose five catties, you will lose three catties." Er Gouzi beat him mercilessly Dong Jinbao's lust.

Dong Jinbao disdained it, anyway, he made the explosives, and based on this alone, he could blow it up for the rest of his life.

After taking a look through the binoculars, Tu Hanqing asked, "Shall we still fight in an ambush?"

"Stop fighting, run quickly. With such a big commotion, the devils in the surrounding counties may be alarmed. If we run late, we may not be able to go back. According to this situation, the mission assigned to us by the regiment leader It should be considered complete.”

Dong Jinbao shook his head, he really wanted to watch such a beautiful scene, but unfortunately the situation did not allow it.

Just as they were about to leave, Dong Jinbao suddenly stopped in front of a big tree, "We made such a big fuss, please leave a name!"

"Leave it to yourself, don't take me with you!" Shen Chunliang didn't show much, she was the kind of character who did good deeds without leaving a name.

"How about thinking of a mighty nickname for me?" Dong Jinbao asked.

"Grasshopper with a big belly!" Er Gouzi rushed to answer.

"No level, well, let's call it [Bomb Maniac]. It's as simple and rude as a bomb."

"You can call it whatever you want, do it quickly, and we'll leave when we're done!" Shen Chunliang urged, because time was running out, and the devils would come to support at any time.

"Soil mouse, do me a favor and hang up the bark of this tree for me."

Tu Hanqing didn't talk nonsense, he pulled out his dagger and began to scratch the bark, "What are you going to carve?"

"Explosion is art, and Dong Jinbao, a new group of bomb maniacs, is here to visit."
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duck dock.

The first rays of dawn shone on a blood-stained trench.

Seeing this ray of sunshine, Shi Zhijian, who had barely closed his eyes all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Get over it, it's dawn!

Although the Eighth Route Army is good at fighting at night, it is also afraid of fighting at night, especially in this kind of dark night where you can hardly see your fingers.

Night blindness is also a problem that has plagued the Eighth Route Army for many years.

Many soldiers suffered from night blindness due to long-term lack of food and malnutrition.

The so-called night blindness literally means that when it gets dark, you can't see anything clearly, because this also caused a lot of non-combat attrition to the Second Battalion.

Kurosawa's prudent style of play hardly gave the second battalion the chance to fight again, which also caused the second battalion to suffer a lot.

And this kid didn't know where he got the skill, he would secretly attack at night. Fortunately, the little devil is not very familiar with night raids, so he stepped on a mine laid by the second company, otherwise the position would have been lost.

After that sneak attack, Shi Zhijian hardly slept at night.

After counting the number of people, there were more than 260 people, and everyone was injured.

The most important thing is the ammunition, which can no longer last for a day.

He took out the telescope with only one tube left, and looked at the devil's position. It seemed to be relatively stable, and there was no movement.

Breathe out a mouthful of turbid air, and arrange several important firepower points.

The heavy machine gun was gone, and it was destroyed by the Devil's [-] Artillery.

Touching the only heavy machine gun in the regiment, Shi Zhijian felt distressed.

Hope it gets fixed!

After looking around, he took out half of the cornbread in his arms, wiped it out in two mouthfuls, and took another sip of cold water to replenish his strength.

With a sunny smile on his face, the communications soldier trotted to Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian saw his virtue, and quickly asked: "What's the good thing, tell me!"

"Report, the regiment leader said that fifty soldiers will be sent over for reinforcements soon!"

"The leader is so generous? Are there so many idlers in the regiment?"

"It's unblocked. They are the first batch of soldiers who were quarantined. Now they have been released. There will be another batch tomorrow, and there will be more of them." The communication soldier said excitedly.

Shi Zhijian clenched his fists and was overjoyed. Although the fighters who were quarantined belonged to the third battalion and were not the main force, there were many veterans. With the addition of these veterans, Shi Zhijian felt that he could persist for two more days.

The sun had risen, and it was warm on the body, making people feel drowsy. Shi Zhijian took out a few cigarettes and handed them to the communications soldier, "Give it to the brothers, each of you will take a puff to refresh yourself, and then take turns squinting for a while."

The messenger left, and Shi Zhijian began to patrol the front again. The soldiers could take turns to take a nap, but he, the battalion commander, did not have this right. He had to stay awake at all times and be ready to command the battle.

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

Several mortars flew over and landed on a false fire point.

"Damn, the son of a bitch doesn't want money for the shells?" Shi Zhijian cursed, and then continued to patrol.

Shells landed on the position from time to time, sparsely and weakly, as if they were testing.

The Second Battalion has also gotten used to it in the past few days. If you want to shoot, just shoot. I have dug well. Your shells are basically useless to me. You can shoot if you are not afraid of exhaustion.

It was past ten o'clock, and Shi Zhijian was struck by sleepiness. He staggered and carried him over without taking a few steps. The orderly beside him quickly reached out to help him, "Battle Commander, take a rest, you haven't slept for two days."

He took out his binoculars again, observed the enemy's situation, and confirmed that the devils and the puppet army did not make any major moves. Then he said to the messenger: "I'll squint for a while, remember to call me in half an hour." Shi Zhijian ordered , They leaned against the trenches and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Zhijian had a cold war, then quickly woke up, raised his wrist to check the time, 11:03
Shi Zhijian, who had just woken up, immediately yelled at the orderly next to him, "Xiao Zhao! Why didn't you fucking call me, isn't half an hour too early?"

Communication soldier Xiao Zhao said aggrievedly: "Battle Commander, there is really no movement in the enemy's position!"

"Are you the battalion commander, or am I the battalion commander? If you can understand that you are here to be the battalion commander." After speaking, he took out his binoculars and looked at the enemy's position.

After looking at it for a while, it seems to be the same as before, nothing has changed.

Looking at the communication soldier who bowed his head and said nothing, Shi Zhijian also knew that his temper just now was a little too big, "Okay, let's not take it as an example, an order is an order, no discount is allowed, the battlefield is changing rapidly, maybe you missed the opportunity because of your soft heart!"

"Yes!"

"Go and see what's going on in the first battalion. The devils on our side have been quiet for too long. I'm afraid they're holding back some bad tricks."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhao, the messenger, agreed and went to contact the first battalion.

The position of the first battalion is about five kilometers away from the second battalion, which is not far away, but because of the terrain, the pressure there is far less than that of the second battalion.

But if Kurosawa concentrates its forces, the first battalion will not be able to bear it.

Time passed bit by bit, and the devils on the opposite side began to shrink their formation, and faintly began to move back.

Is this going to be withdrawn?

Or should we transfer troops to the first battalion?
Shi Zhijian couldn't figure it out for a while because of the devil's abnormal movements.

Pass down an order to get the whole battalion to cheer up and prevent the devil's tricks.

After a while, it was discovered that the devil's line was really moving backwards, and judging from the deployment of troops, was this defending against the first battalion to charge?

It shouldn't be, Kuisawa just replenished the strength of a squadron yesterday, and now he is in an advantage in any aspect, so he shouldn't be so cautious.

After a while, the messenger came back, "Report!"

"Tell me, what's going on in the First Battalion?"

"The first battalion repelled a charge of the devils in the morning, and then there was no movement."

It seems to be similar to the situation here.

After noon, the devils were still extremely quiet, and the heavy weapons hidden in the bunkers were also evacuated from the battlefield.

Is this kid going to withdraw?

Shi Zhijian rubbed his eyes to confirm again.

That's right!

No matter how you look at it, the devil is the rhythm of retreating.

Pressing the joy in his heart, he sent a few clever soldiers to touch the devil to check the specific situation of the devil.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the devils and puppet troops had all withdrawn from the position, leaving an empty area.

So far, the battle in Yaziwu has come to an end, and Kurosawa has also returned home because his hometown was stolen.

　Celebrate the clearing and unblocking.

　　The end of this chapter can also be regarded as the end of the battle in Yanziwu, and there are still some small holes, which will be filled in later.

　　The main character disappeared again for almost [-] words, and the next chapter will appear.

　　The Anti-Japanese War is not a story of one person, but a hymn performed by many characters.

　　Although the characters in the story are all fictitious, try to write these characters with flesh and blood and soul.

　　Having said that, writing this kind of all-round battle is really tiring, and there are so many things to consider. If there is something badly written, please forgive me, readers.

　　Let's talk about the comments again. The author has depression, which is moderate. He is emotionally unstable, so he basically doesn't read comments, even the writer's assistant on his mobile phone.

　　Wait until the condition improves and you can control your emotions, then read it, and then say sorry to the readers.

　　
　
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