Eighth Battalion Artillery VS Offensive Brigade Infantry Artillery: Eighth Battalion wins!

However, the eighth battalion commander was not happy. After all, five or six of his brothers who had been with him for many years had just died in front of his eyes, and some were seriously injured. He didn't feel very good.

But this is war, you can’t just take advantage and not suffer losses!

"Bring up the second squad!" the eighth battalion commander ordered more troops.

"Yes! The messenger ran away!"

In a corner of the city wall, Hu Yizhou saw the Japanese infantry cannon being killed and hurriedly adjusted the coordinates. This time, he aimed the muzzle at the Japanese 92-heavy machine gun position.

The Japanese's 92-heavy machine gun, nicknamed Pheasant Neck, is a machine gun with obvious advantages and disadvantages.

The advantages are: high shooting accuracy, small muzzle flash, fast heat dissipation, and can be fired all day without stopping.

The shortcomings are not very obvious: the gun body is too heavy and the rate of fire is too slow!

Compared with the Civilian 24, the Japanese's 92 heavy machine gun has one biggest advantage - more bullets! A heavy machine gun has 9960 rounds of ammunition! How many bullets does the Civilian 24 have?

Therefore, after Hu Yizhou defeated the Japanese's 92 Infantry Cannon, he chose the 92 Heavy Machine Gun as his target.

"What a pity! There are too few cannon shells, not enough!" After adjusting the coordinates, Hu Yizhou looked at the pitiful few cannon shells and sighed.

The Eighth Battalion had a total of 43 mortar shells. He shot down 3 during the test, used 3 while helping the second company to block, and used 5 against the heavy machine gun squadron, leaving 32 shells left.

When we went up the city wall, a young man carried 4 shells, plus the 2 shells carried by Fang Hao, a total of 22 shells were on the city wall. As a result, we just bombed the headquarters and the infantry cannon, and half of them were used up.

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Looking at the 11 remaining artillery shells, Hu Yizhou missed the days of training in the Army Rabbit very much. Did he feel like throwing up after shooting the artillery shells? But now the Army Rabbits are even more pitiful, not to mention a cannon with 43 shells.

Cannonballs. It would be great to have 10 cannonballs!

"As the saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth less than a hundred birds in the forest! Done! Fang Hao, prepare the No. 1 charge! Ten of them!" Hu Yizhou hesitated for a tenth of a second and decided to give the Japanese's 92nd charge first.

Throw it all away!

"Yes..." Fang Hao agreed and began to wrap the propellant pack around the tail tube of the mortar shell.

"put!"

"put!"

"Put more! Two more!"

"..." Following Hu Yizhou's order, Fang Hao put mortar shells into the muzzle one by one.

"Tum...thump...tum..."

One by one, the 82 mortar shells flew slowly away from the barrel, passed through the void, and accurately landed on the heavy machine gun position behind the Japanese attacking troops.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

A series of explosions sounded on the main machine gun position, and heavy machine guns were blown off the ground one after another, blown to one side, or directly blown into pieces of scrap metal.

Hu Yizhou used 10 artillery shells in exchange for the annihilation of a Japanese heavy machine gun squadron, leaving only one in Fang Hao's hand.

"Hit me! Beat me hard! Hurry up!"

The battlefield is constantly changing like this. If you don't miss the opportunity, it won't come again! Taking advantage of the gap where the Japanese heavy machine gun position was severely damaged and the suppressive firepower was knocked out, the eighth battalion commander on the city wall and the first company commander commanding the battle below the city shouted in unison.

The suppressed soldiers, unable to raise their heads, fought back.

"Da da da..." Czech breathed out flames again.

"Bang...bang..." Han Yangzao continued to shoot.

For a moment, the two sides exchanged fire again.

However, the Japs are not vegetarians either. Even though their captain was killed, the infantry artillery was destroyed, and the heavy machine gun positions were no longer active, they still could not stop the Japs' determination to attack.

"Boom..." The Japanese grenade soldiers hit a grenade on the city gate tower. A soldier who had no time to change his shooting position was killed.

"Ah..." As soon as a soldier stepped forward to shoot, the Japanese soldier who also raised his gun took the lead and focused his arm, rolling there in pain.

"Keep fighting, carry the wounded down!" The eighth battalion commander has been directing the battle on the city gate tower, not afraid of the danger at all.

"Damn it! Let me go!" On the machine gun position in the city gate, Li Dongsheng, who had just been promoted to the first company commander, pulled away a recruit's egg and became a machine gunner himself.

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"The last one!" Hu Yizhou adjusted the coordinates and ignored the battle for the city gate.

"put!"

"Boom...chirp...boom..." The last cannonball was fired into the moat by Hu Yizhou, exploding a high column of water.

This is not because he missed the target, but...

"Ah...Baga...my legs..."

A Japanese team that was trying to wade across the southeast corner of the moat was unlucky.

Don't think that the cannonball has no power when it hits the water. It is more powerful in the water! Of course, it does not mean that the shrapnel is powerful, but that the shock wave is powerful.

The 82-force artillery shell landed right in the middle of this small group of Japanese soldiers. The shock wave generated by the explosion, with the addition of water pressure, was many times greater than that in the air, and there was also secondary damage.

Therefore, the Japanese soldiers in this team were in tragedy. All the limbs and tissues soaked in the water were severely impacted. Fractures are inevitable, death is inevitable, and it is possible to live a life without being able to take care of oneself...

"My singing turtle! So powerful!" The moat was not far away, and Fang Hao could clearly see the miserable situation of the Japanese.

"Remember, the shock wave generated by explosives exploding in water is more powerful than in air!" Hu Yizhou shouted loudly.

"yes……"

"Hiss..." The whistling sound of artillery shells came from the air.

"No! Jump over the city wall!" Hu Yizhou reacted first. He picked up the mortar weighing dozens of kilograms and walked to the female wall on the west side of the city wall.

"Huh...bang..." He smashed the mortar onto the roof of a residence built under the city wall.

"Boom..." He followed the mortar to the west and jumped off the city wall. He used his strength on the roof of a residential house and then descended to the street.

"Quick!" Fang Hao, who had completely regarded Hu Yizhou as his idol, jumped down second, followed closely by the two veterans.

However, not everyone reacted as quickly as they did. Before the five young recruits understood what was going on, a violent explosion sounded on the city wall.

"Boom...boom..."

This was a retaliatory fire from the Japanese Type 41 Mountain Cannon. Just now, Hu Yizhou and the others stayed at one point for too long, and were finally caught by the Japanese mountain artillery squadron.

In the violent explosion, five young men were overturned by the shells, and their bodies were hit countless times by shrapnel and splashed gravel, and finally fell on the houses and streets to the west of the city wall.

"Liu Laosan, Li Laoyao..." Fang Hao limped to a few young adults and looked through them one by one.

As a result, there was no one alive...

"Okay, don't be sad! Are you okay? Just collect the weapons and ammunition from them and let's go up the city wall!" Hu Yizhou knew that those five people were out of luck without even looking at them, so he just asked about the status of the three veterans.

The city wall here is not very high, only about three to four meters, and with the help of the residential buildings under the wall, the three people did not receive any serious injuries, but Fang Hao twisted his foot.

Hu Yizhou took advantage of his strength and climbed up to the roof of the house, pulled down the mortar, picked it up and avoided this section of the city wall.

"Boom, boom, boom..." After a pause of dozens of seconds, this section of the city wall received another bombardment, and two artillery shells fell into the city. It seemed that the little devil was angry with Hu Yizhou and the others.

But at this time, Hu Yizhou and the others had already ran out dozens of meters and avoided this distance.

"Signal soldier, go see if the experts and the others are alright? Hurry!"

Just when Hu Yizhou and others were being bombed in retaliation, the Eighth Battalion Commander on the city gate building happened to see this scene and quickly asked his communications troops to check the situation.

"Fang Hao, the three of you put the mortars at our No. 2 gun position. When you get there, rest on the spot! I'll go take a look at the city wall!"

Although the mortar was knocked down, it was still usable. Hu Yizhou asked Fang Hao and others to put the mortar into the second predetermined gun position, where there were still ten shells available.

"Yes, sir!" Fang Hao and the others ran away with the mortar, and Hu Yizhou continued to move forward.

"Sir, are you okay?" The signal soldier shouted from the city wall.

"It's okay, you can't see it! Go tell the battalion commander that the cannon is okay, the three veterans are okay, and all the young men have died for their country!" Hu Yizhou shouted.

"Yes!" the signal soldier agreed, turned around and ran away.

"Dare to blow me up? You're tired of living! I can't reach your artillery, nor your infantry? You little devil, just wait for me!" Hu Yizhou is also a man with anger! He is the master of guns in the mercenary world.

With his dignity, how could he be bombed in vain and not take revenge?

Hu Yizhou broke into a trot, swung the Ma Sihuan he was carrying behind him, pulled the bolt of the gun, took out a magazine from the bullet bag, filled it with bullets, and then pulled the bolt to load the gun.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

Arriving at the stairs leading up to the city wall, Hu Yizhou ran a few steps up the city wall.

He didn't say hello to Yuan Yuanzhu and the others, but walked straight against the western wall, running for more than a hundred meters before finding a suitable sniping position.

The sniper position chosen by Hu Yizhou was half of the city wall that had been blown down in the massive bombing. It was also littered with rotten wood and rags that had flown up from the city.

Hu Yizhou bent down and got into the narrow space under some logs, and pulled a rag to cover himself.

After a simple disguise, Hu Yizhou picked up the Ma Sihuan in his hand, placed the barrel of the gun on a broken brick, and aimed at the Japanese troops attacking outside the city.

"Little devils, it's time for you to see the majesty of the legendary gunsmith in the mercenary world!"

Hu Yizhou said calmly and aimed the sight at a machine gunner with a crooked handle 200 meters away.
Chapter completed!