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Chapter 409 Chapter 408, God helps me
"No, let us be the reserve team?" Li Yuexuan was confused. Is this how the commander arranged it?

"Yes, there are less than 100 of you in total. You have already fought two battles. It's time to take a break! By the way, I'll give you our artillery platoon. There are three mortars and eight shells. You can do whatever you want!"

"I'll take care of it. In my previous bombing, I fired 70 shells I brought with me. Now I have 10 shells left, a total of 18 shells. Isn't this too difficult?" Li Yuexuan said.

"Um... Captain, we just found a small warehouse at the Japanese train station. Inside is a warehouse full of mortar shells, or 82 mortar shells. I don't know where the Japanese got them from? I counted them, 4 shells in a box, a total of 200 boxes." At this time, Tianchuan reported to Li Yuexuan in a low voice.

Swish... As soon as Tianchuan finished speaking, everyone looked at him at once, making Tianchuan a little stunned.

"God help me! Haha, I don't care where the Japanese captured the mortar shells from!" Captain Kong grinned happily: "Now they are all ours!"

"Maybe it was captured by the Japanese from the battlefield, or contributed by some surrendered Central Army! But the Japanese can't use this type of artillery shells, so they can only be used for 82 mortars. Well, no matter what, with the artillery shells in this warehouse, even if the Japanese come with another 1000 people, two battalions, I can blow them all up!" Li Yuexuan was happy.

"Third Battalion Commander, don't rush to dig trenches. Take your battalion to the train station, find that small warehouse, and carry all the mortar shells inside! I now have 5 mortars, more than 800 shells, and a talented artillery commander. This is our confidence! Hurry up, it's less than an hour before dark, and the Japanese will be here soon!" Captain Kong roared.

"I'll go right away! People from the third battalion, put down your weapons, put on your guns, and follow me!" The commander of the third battalion ran away, followed by a group of soldiers, walking on the sticky ground, heading straight for the train station.

Time was going slowly, everyone was running fast, the sun was setting in the west, and finally fell below the horizon. At this moment, the sound of a truck starting up came from the south, and the headlights were shaking and trembling. Seeing this scene, everyone knew that the Japanese reinforcements had arrived.

Probably because it had rained in the three southern counties, the Japanese soldiers did not arrive until this time. Their feet and bodies were covered with mud, and the trucks were also covered with mud.

At the foot of Wangmu Ridge Mountain, in the damp trenches, the soldiers of the 14rd Battalion of the th Regiment squatted quietly, rifles in their hands, waiting for the battle to come.

Because time was tight and the artillery shells had to be carried back, the trenches of the 3rd Battalion were very shallow, about 40 centimeters deep, not enough for one person to squat. Fortunately, the excavated soil was piled up to form a wall on the south side, which barely formed a barrier. In the better conditions, someone brought a lot of sleepers from the train station and built a wooden wall at the front of the position.

The wooden wall is made by smashing the sleepers vertically into the trench under your feet, and then piling up mud on the outside to make it solid, so that it can better protect against bullets!

Of course, these are not the key points at this time. The key is whether the city has been taken and whether the mortar can exert its power.

In the city, the two battalions of the 14th Regiment had suffered more than 70 casualties, which were caused by the Japanese counterattack and the sudden attack by traitors disguised as civilians. However, these casualties were meaningful because they had eliminated all resistance in the city and surrounded the Japanese in the large courtyard of the brigade headquarters.

Now, we just need to take down this large courtyard, and Yangquan will be completely liberated! Of course, the brigade headquarters is not so easy to attack, and everyone knows this. In the courtyard of the brigade headquarters, Brigade Commander Katayama knelt on the ground with a gloomy face, with a sanitary napkin wrapped around his head, his hair open, and a saber in his hand, which he was wiping carefully.

"General, why do it have to be like this? Our reinforcements have arrived, and we still have a chance!" His brigade chief of staff persuaded him from the side.

"Oh, I understand! Tell all our soldiers now, although there are only 51 of us left, 12 of whom are full-time clerks, our great locust army cannot be easily defeated by anyone! Tell them that I am here, and when our headquarters is broken, that's when I will commit seppuku! I will coexist with them!" said Katayama Shotaro.

"Ha Yi, I will tell every soldier your intention! Also, should the farewell telegram be sent out now?" asked the chief of staff.

"Send it out, send it to the First Army, send it to the Front Army! As a lieutenant general of the Empire, I was beaten to my death by the Eighth Route Army. This is my shame! If I am killed by the Eighth Route Army like Abe Nobuhide, I will be the sinner of my family! I will never let the Eighth Route Army kill me! Go ahead, I hope my seppuku can wash away this shame!"

Boom boom boom... At this time, Katayama Shotaro and others heard explosions coming from outside the city.

"Well, is it our troops attacking?" the chief of staff asked hopefully.

"Probably, right! Tell the soldiers that our reinforcements are bombarding the Eighth Route Army attacking the city with artillery fire. We will wipe out all of them!" said Katayama Shotaro.

"Hey, I'll go right away..." After the chief of staff left, Katayama Shotaro showed a self-deprecating smile. How could he not hear that this was the sound of a 82 mortar shell exploding?
Outside the city, on Wangmu Ridge, on the top of the mountain, Li Yuexuan forcibly occupied a mortar of the 14th Regiment, and next to him were Shi Peican and Zhao Erwa, each operating a mortar. Looking at the fire of the Japanese convoy in the distance, it was clear that this matter was probably done by them.

"Okay, don't look at me, find the target yourself, set the coordinates yourself, and bomb yourself! Although visibility is very low, with the burning truck as the target, the rest of the things are easy, right?" Li Yuexuan said, and without raising his head, he adjusted the parameters and said to the person beside him: "Xiong Da, fire!"

When Xiong Wen heard this, he loosened the mortar shell in his hand, letting it fall freely and then bounce back from the bottom.

Boom... The shell flew up, then fell, and exploded with a bang, hitting a Japanese truck. In the fierce explosion, the truck basically disintegrated, and the gasoline leaked from the fuel tank ignited a large area of ​​fire. In the light of the fire, the figures of the Japanese soldiers scattered around like ghosts.

At this time, the Japanese were still 800 meters away from the foot of Wangmu Mountain; at this time, three trucks in the Japanese truck convoy had been blown up, and the rest had stopped, and the Japanese scattered.

At this time, it was time for the devils to attack frantically! This time, there were about 1000 devils, which was by no means a weak force!
At this time, the main forces of the independent regiment and the guerrillas were slowly approaching along the railway line. Although they were still four or five miles away, the lights of torches and flashlights had already appeared in the sight of Li Yuexuan and his men.

(End of this chapter)