Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

The one-kilometer radius allowed artillery units to construct and build defensive fortifications.

The entire Independent Regiment was on edge.

They could only watch helplessly as the Japanese soldiers rushed towards them.

However, they dared not act rashly before Ye Bai gave the order.

1,000 meters, 900 meters, 800 meters...

As they moved forward, their mood became somewhat uneasy.

"This time, we will gather new forces in the underworld—an army of 100,000—to kill Yama!"

Ye Bai's eyes were completely cold, devoid of any emotion.

It's like a sharp knife.

Indestructible!

Ye Bai's cold words sent a shiver down the spines of the Independent Corps soldiers, and a surge of warmth rose within them.

Even if it's just over four hundred people, we'll still beat the Japanese to a pulp.

"Kill!" Li Tianming shouted.

Without any preamble, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle. The Japanese were the first to strike.

They were even building siege ladders.

The first batch of suicide squad members were the first to rush towards Ping'an County.

Ta-ta-ta.

A gunshot rang out.

The Japanese soldiers immediately let out shrill screams and fell to the ground.

However, these people, like machines, showed no reaction whatsoever.

Even the fall of their companions could not stop them.

Groups of people rushed forward.

This is how you attack a city wall.

Their artillery is not ready.

He has no choice.

Fortunately, the Independent Regiment held an absolute advantage at this time.

In just a short time, hundreds of Japanese soldiers were killed.

However, the commander's gaze remained unchanged.

This time, he brought more than 10,000 people, and it was an easy matter for hundreds of them to die.

If we can bring the entire Pingding Prefecture under control, then all the sacrifices of the soldiers will have been worthwhile.

boom!

That's how he threw the bomb.

The Japanese soldiers watched as bombs rained down on them, one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The two immediately found a place to hide.

Don't let yourself get hurt by the bomb.

The commander in the distance sneered, "Do they really think we're pushovers?"

A silver-white grenade traced a graceful arc in mid-air.

What exactly is this thing?

How can such a pretty little thing have such destructive power?

However, when they landed...

The Japanese soldiers finally realized the devastating power of that grenade.

By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.

This is not a joke.

The things in this world taught the Japanese a profound lesson.

His body was like the most fragile piece of paper.

In an instant, it shattered into pieces.

Instantly, hundreds of people collapsed to the ground.

A clearing suddenly appeared in front of them, and no one dared to rush forward rashly. Facing this high-explosive grenade, going up would be suicide.

There wasn't a single living person within a radius of more than ten miles.

If you encounter it, it's death.

Even the most audacious soldiers were terrified; it was a pointless death.

"What kind of bomb was that, to possess such terrifying power!"

100th Banner Regiment

The officer stared blankly at the huge crater in the ground, his eyes still bulging out.

A high-explosive bomb brought their steps to an abrupt halt.

Before they could recover from the shock of the high-explosive bombs, rows of neatly arranged gun barrels appeared before their eyes.

Indifference, carrying an inexplicable chill.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it shimmered with a faint reddish hue.

Extraordinary momentum!

This is a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

But these Japanese people didn't think it was anything special.

Something immediately came to mind.

"Retreat!" Regner shouted.

This cannon is no joke.

The captain's face was a little pale. He roughly counted about twenty.

If the fighting really starts, these 907 cities will probably become a wasteland.

No one dared to enter that area; it was a death trap, and no one could survive there.

The clothes and armor they wore.

Their defenses were far too weak under the massive explosion.

"Damn it, where did these guys get their heavy machine guns from?"

The commander looked utterly incredulous.

Isn't it said that the Eighth Route Army has always been known for its poverty?

He had fought against the Eighth Route Army before and only felt that they were poorly equipped and their soldiers were of poor quality.

They were almost powerless to resist.

Compared to these rigorously trained Japanese soldiers, the gap was simply too large.

And this group of people is incredibly wealthy.

There were more than twenty Type 92 cannons alone, which made their superiors suspicious.

Whether it was the Japanese soldiers, relying on their own weapons, or these Japanese soldiers, relying on their own weapons, that allowed them to sweep away everything.

Even if they had tens of thousands of people, they would be no match for such an attack.

This was the first time he had felt that his mission had become so difficult.

He, who was originally full of confidence, was now dumbfounded by the dense barrage of Type 92 infantry guns.

With these sturdy city walls, they have gained an absolute advantage.

Looking down at them.

This is a very brutal war, so the commander has made mental preparations for battle.

However, this time, the Japanese soldiers lost nearly a thousand men, but none of them were killed.

Even he couldn't endure such a drain.

The Japanese soldiers immediately turned around, wanting to escape; such an attack was simply courting death.

We can only wait until the troops in the rear begin to build trenches and artillery.

Another round of attacks.

"He's really a tough nut to crack."