The Japanese would never have thought that the high-walled power grid that was built for safety has now become an obstacle to their escape from the ascension and an insurmountable cage.

Although there is no electricity on the so-called power grid, the 50-cm thick wall with a height of three and a half meters and a net of one and two meters is too tall for the Japanese to be 1.5 meters tall...

If there is time, the Japanese can still use explosives to break out of the wall. However, from the beginning of the bombing to the present, only one minute has passed!

In just one minute, the Japanese were driven into the stronghold by mortar shells like a flock of sheep. Even if there were grenade launchers and grenades exploded in the stronghold, the Japanese would rather face the grenade launchers than face the mortars!

As for those who dare to run out, they will either be killed on the spot or become special forces soldiers who snatch the dead souls.

Don't run away? Death, die...

Now, the security regiment's shells finally landed into the Japanese stronghold. The Japanese desperately squeezed into the two concrete bunkers at the entrance of the stronghold. This was the only place that could protect against mortar shells.

But, just a few places, how many people can I ride? Even if the Japanese experienced the feeling of canned subway sardines decades before their descendants, they couldn't hold many people!

So, when the Japanese outside found in despair that there was no place to hide, they either ran into the barracks where they could not resist mortar shells or ran into corners. Some simply jumped into the well in the store...

Of course, all this happened in an instant, because the shells in the sky never stopped.

"Boom boom boom...boom boom boom..." Mortar shells exploded in the stronghold.

The barracks were blown up, and then two more shells fell on the ruins of the barracks...

The temporary tent has long turned into a burning torch...

The Japanese hiding in the machine gun bunker only felt that the bunker had been blown up for a long time. The explosion made their heads buzzing, and the crowds being squeezed felt that they were having difficulty breathing...

"One...two...one hundred and eleven..."

In the reed marsh where the guerrillas were hiding, the guerrillas began to count one by one, and then counted and checked. They didn't know how many shells the security team fired...

"Report to the regiment commander, all the 82 forced grenades have been fired! The sheep driving plan has been completed! Now there are 20 white shells and 20 red shells left!" Gundam reported to Hu Yizhou.

"Well, how effective is the bombing ahead?" Hu Yizhou asked.

"Observer report: The Japanese stronghold in front, whether outside or inside, is already a ruin! The intact building is the wall of the Japanese stronghold, but the two machine gun bunkers guarding the door inside the stronghold."

"As for other buildings, they have turned into ruins! Even the observation posts at four corners of the stronghold were blown up! The cars parked in the stronghold were also hit by shells..."

"Very good! Order: Slap all the red shells into the Japanese stronghold! Special war reconnaissance even pressed them up, and any escaped Japanese killed me on the spot! When the smoke concentration reaches a tolerable level, enter the stronghold to search and annihilate any living forces! Go!"

"yes!"

"Communication Soldier..."

"arrive!"

"Go to the reed marsh in the southwest and contact the friendly guerrillas! Tell them, come and move things quickly! They said that a large group of Japanese devils and the garrisoned Japanese devils in the former Guanglu stronghold have been wiped out! There are many good things in the stronghold, so ask them if they want it?"

"yes!"

"Oh... It's a pity for those cars!" The Japanese were wiped out, and Hu Yizhou felt sorry for the blown-up car again...

"Baga! When did the Chinese have so many mortars? Didn't it mean that the troops of a brigade?" Just as Gundam reported and asked for instructions, the Japanese soldiers who squeezed into the two machine gun bunkers heard no shells exploding, and dared to talk to each other. They were trembling before.

"Their shelling stopped, right?"

"Who? Who is on me? I can't breathe..."

"Who is out there? How do we get out? I'm almost crushed..."

"Puzzle..." The outsider tried his best to push the body of the Japanese who was blown out of the door.

"Huh... I'm suffocating..."

"Jiujiu...boom boom boom..." The red shells exploded in the yard.

"Baga! There are still shells, hide quickly!" The Japanese soldiers who had just breathed a sigh of relief quickly squeezed into the machine gun bunker.

"Ahem, what is this? Chinese people use poison gas! Baga!" The chili smoke concentration was too high, and the Japanese who were already a little hypoxia felt the power.

"Hurry, gas mask! Don't squeeze me!" Well, this guy was squeezed and couldn't move.

"I can't stand it anymore! Click, click... Touch..." This was a weak willpower. The fourteenth small pistol in the south hit his head twice before it started.

Finally, an unbearable Japanese soldier squeezed out of the machine gun bunker desperately. Some Japanese soldiers who hid in the ruins and saved their lives also hugged their heads and grabbed the gate from the stronghold gate because they could not bear the choke.

Then...bag...dadada...the special forces waiting outside to practice shooting skills...

"Swish...boom..."

The special forces members were all approaching the gate of the stronghold, and the Japanese were killed, injured and fled, and some were still dying in the machine gun bunker...

Therefore, in order to alleviate the pain of the devils, the special forces members decisively fired two rockets...

Half an hour later, the moon was westward, and the Japanese in the Guanglu stronghold had been wiped out. The special forces team members were not injured or killed, but the guerrillas who came to help were disgusting.

Fortunately, because I didn’t eat much for a day, no one of the guerrillas vomited it out...

With the help of the light of the torch and the burning fragments, the special forces team commanded the logistics platoons and guerrillas who were rushing over to start cleaning the battlefield.

"Boom...boom..." Several grenades were thrown into the well and exploded.

Then, the corpses of the Japanese were thrown into the water well one by one. The guerrillas found a cart that was intact to transport soil from the field outside the stronghold and prepared to fill the well...

As for whether this well can ride more than a thousand Japanese soldiers, this is a mathematical problem, but this does not require calculation, just do it, it's not enough...

At the same time, the logistics platoon and guerrillas picked up the weapons and ammunition dropped by the Japanese, and took them away, whether good or bad, and they also took them away.

Even if there is only a small half of the equipment left, there is still a lot of it!

When several soldiers found two intact infantry cannons and more than a dozen boxes of shells from the ruins, the weapons in this stronghold were completely cleaned...
Chapter completed!