Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

In the Nanming River Valley, as rounds of artillery shells exploded, both the Japanese mountain artillery positions and the frontline positions were filled with huge shock waves and countless fragments brought about by the shock waves!
Splash... several heavy bullets ran over and fell into the river, directly blasting a huge water column into the river, and then there were splashes of water everywhere, and even a few unlucky fish were blown out.

On the other hand, at the mountain artillery position on the river bank, the shock wave from the explosion of the heavy mortar shells spread rapidly in all directions, blowing the mountain artillery that had just been deployed and was about to be fired into pieces, and turning the artillerymen into a bloody mist!
Li Yunlong finally realized the benefits of a rich war! Just 15 heavy mortars bombarded, and there was such a devastating effect! It is hard to imagine what the effect would be if there were more such heavy mortars? Although this artilleryman did not carry a gun, his efficiency in killing the devils was simply too high!

At this time, Li Yunlong wanted to call Zhang Dabiao over and yell at him to release his suppressed emotions, but Zhang Dabiao had already gone to the ridge south of Baicaoping to command the battle. So, Li Yunlong turned around and said to the person beside him: "Monk, go and get me a bottle of wine!"

"Commander, the political commissar said that you cannot drink during a war!" Monk Wei looked embarrassed.

"Then tell the political commissar that we are at war now and you have to obey me! Look, look at the river valley, do you see that little black dot? That's the butt of the Japanese soldier that was blown apart... Tell me, how many times can you encounter such a scene in your life, coupled with the sake seized from the Japanese? Why don't you hurry up and go?"

"Hey, commander, other people eat dumplings with wine, the more they drink, the more they have; but in your case, it's like the devils eat wine with wine, the more they drink, the more they have!" The monk reluctantly took out a bottle of wine from the box next to him and gave it to Li Yunlong, without forgetting to make a witty remark.

"Why is there so much less? Monk, did you drink it secretly? Never mind, I'm happy!" As Li Yunlong spoke, he poured two taels of wine into the teacup, and then tilted his head back and drank it all. Then, he returned the bottle to Monk Wei, and resisted the urge to drink. Instead, he came to the artillery telescope and continued to watch the battle through the telescope.

For Li Yunlong's alcohol tolerance, two liang is just right! He is addicted, but not drunk, and even more sober!
Seeing that Li Yunlong's attention was focused on the battlefield, Monk Wei quickly put away the wine bottle and stood beside Li Yunlong.

Their interaction here only lasted a few minutes. At this time, the heavy bombing had been completed, and even the dust and smoke from the explosion were dissipating. Li Yunlong needed to re-examine the battlefield and then make the next arrangements. Of course, the heavy bombing had stopped, but the bombing of the grenade launcher had not stopped. On the southern hilltop, Zhang Dabiao was still directing the grenade launchers to bomb the devils.

Compared with heavy mortar shells, the explosive power of grenade launchers is simply unbearable! But for the soldiers of the Japanese puppet army, the power of grenade launchers is enough to kill them!

In the flames of grenade bombings, both the Japanese and the puppet soldiers were left with irregular wounds from large and small shrapnel, or their bodies were torn apart.

Of course, Li Yunlong was not looking at the enemy puppet troops being bombed, he was looking at the mountain artillery position in the rear! Looking from north to south, point by point, he found that there was a group of people gathered around a mountain artillery, but now the mountain artillery was blown to pieces, and the artillerymen disappeared, and only some human-shaped objects could be distinguished scattered in the valley.

After confirming that the Japanese mountain artillery had been blown up, Li Yunlong left the artillery telescope with satisfaction, and then picked up the telescope to look at the Japanese front-line positions. "Very good, very good, just using heavy mortars and grenade launchers, the Japanese mountain artillery positions were blown up, and many of the Japanese attack teams were also blown up! It's a pity that the Japanese have been dispersed, and the bombing effect is already very poor, otherwise the heavy mortars can come again!" Li Yunlong put down the telescope with satisfaction, and then thought about what to do next.

Li Yunlong did not give orders to Zhang Dabiao, but was considering whether to continue to defend or take the initiative to attack. Continuing to defend was the safest way, but once the devils stopped attacking, they could only watch. But if they attacked, the devils still had a lot of troops in Guantao, and they were under great pressure to take the initiative to attack.

Li Yunlong is a brave man, but now it concerns the safety of the headquarters and the entire battle situation, so he can't help but be careful.

Just as Li Yunlong was thinking about the next countermeasure, Zhang Dabiao's bombing also stopped. The Japanese were not stupid. They knew they would be bombed if they stayed where they were, but they stayed there stupidly. So at the beginning of the bombing, when 12 consecutive 120mm heavy mortars overturned their frontier positions and took away the lives of hundreds of puppet soldiers and Japanese, the Japanese fled in all directions.

Fortunately, Zhang Dabiao's side was relatively close, about four or five hundred meters away, and had the advantage of height, so Zhang Dabiao commanded more than 50 grenade launcher groups to launch indiscriminate bombing on the Japanese, and bombed in the direction where the Japanese fled.

However, the instinct of survival still allowed more than 300 Japanese soldiers to escape from the front line, most of whom were puppet soldiers, and there were also dozens of Japanese soldiers among them. At this time, these Japanese puppet soldiers had exceeded the range of the grenade launcher and hid under the cliff on the eastern hilltop, so they could not be hit by the first battalion.

Because of their position, Li Yunlong couldn't see the position of the Japanese, but Zhang Dabiao and his men could see it clearly. So Zhang Dabiao arranged a few people to keep an eye on the Japanese's movements, then decisively returned to the village and picked up the phone to contact the command post: "Hello, commander, we need artillery support! What? Didn't some of the Japanese escape? About 300 of them gathered on the southern slope of the eastern mountain."

"Okay, you finally know how to call for artillery fire, haha... wait, keep a close eye on those devils, I'll call Xiao Qi!" Li Yunlong put down the phone and picked up the one that went straight to the artillery position.

Soon, Captain Qi determined the position of the Japanese and even got permission to use four guns and bombard them with two shells in succession.

"Sure enough, this is a rich war, it's exciting!" Zhang Dabiao shouted loudly as he watched the Japanese puppet soldiers being blown into pieces by eight consecutive shells on the top of the southern hill of Baicaoping. (End of this chapter)