At this time, we can see how tenacious the Japanese's combat power is coming.

Just now, Hu Yizhou took the man to run away after he had a pass. Even if he killed the Japanese mountain cannon later, it would have been a long time since then.

Now, an hour has passed since the attack just now, and the Japanese have also responded seriously and arranged a squadron of troops to guard the troops in Hedong. The remaining ones quickly packed up the bodies and treated the wounded.

Now, as soon as the Eighth Route Army went, the alert Japanese squadron fought with the Eighth Route Army, and the two sides began to shoot at each other across the river.

Not only was the squadron opening fire, but the Japanese who had just carried the corpses were also opening fire. Two or three hundred meters away from the river, the Japanese heavy machine gun positions were also exerting long-distance fire suppression.

Although the number of people on the Eighth Route Army is superior, the weapons are not bad, and there are even mortars to suppress the Japanese.

But even so, Hu Yizhou saw at least five or six soldiers being shot and falling to the ground in just over ten seconds, which made him feel distressed. These were all elite Eighth Route Army, spy regiment, and elite, just to seize those broken guns...

"Damn it, Fang Hao, Du Wei, Sun Xiaobao, Xiaozi Song Lai, come and set up a cannon for me, let's help the Eighth Route Gang!" Hu Yizhou shouted loudly, then walked to a mortar to adjust the coordinates.

This mortar was the one he sniped the Japanese mountain cannon at the foot of the mountain. There was also a box of shells in front of the cannon. Now the entire artillery company has gone to carry shells, and only the two artillery groups he brought with him and cannon shells are available.

Of course, the soldiers of the artillery team also went to carry the shells.

"No. 4 loading!" Hu Yizhou shouted again.

"Ah...yes!" Fang Hao first came to his senses. He ran to the mortar excitedly, opened the ammunition box next to him, and skillfully installed the information and fired the medicine bag.

"Lao Fang, leave it to me here, you can load it!" Du Wei also came over and excitedly replaced Fang Hao's position.

"Okay, how long has it been? Since Baoshan came out to the present, we have been shooting fire with the regiment commander again!" Fang Hao had already packed the launch medicine bag and squatted in front of the mortar.

"I'm here too!" Sun Xiaobao carried a box of shells from a distance and placed them in front of Du Wei, with an excited look on his face.

"I...what am I doing?" Xiaomozi Song Lai found that if he didn't move the cannon, he seemed to have nothing to do. So he reached out and pulled out two small flags from his waist, thought about it and put them back, picked up the telescope and observed the enemy situation on the opposite side.

Well, Hu Yizhou called out the old subordinates of Baoshan City. These people now have grown up as company commanders and platoon commanders.

But at this moment, these veterans returned to the way they were when they followed Hu Yizhou to fight Ying Senxiao. And they all seemed to miss it very much?

"Song Lai, please look at the previous position opposite, the northernmost group! One shot, release!" Hu Yizhou shouted.

"Bang..." Fang Hao let go, and the shell fell into the barrel and fired.

"Give it!" Fang Hao reached out and Du Wei gave Fang Hao a shell with a fuse and a pack of medicine. Next to Du Wei, Sun Xiaobao was fuseing the shell, and a temporary artillery group was running in an orderly manner.

"One send, release!"

Hu Yizhou tilted his head and looked at it, and found that several people were all in their place, so he adjusted the coordinates and continued to buzz.

"Bang..." Another shell went out of Peking University.

"Let it..." Hu Yizhou quickly adjusted the coordinates, and Fang Hao and Du Wei cooperated tacitly.

"Chir...boom..." At this time, the first shell had completed its flight and exploded in front of the Japanese heavy machine gun team.

"The starting lineup hit!" Xiao Mozi shouted.

"The second shot, hit! The third shot, offset the target by 10 meters at seven o'clock..."

Not to mention that Song Lai has been an observer and accurate snatcher for so long, and his observation ability is very good.

At the foot of the mountain, the Eighth Route Army was fighting against the Japanese by the river. The heavy machine guns here were also playing suppression with the Japanese. During this period, there were several sharpshooters who used Type 97 sniper rifles to snipe the Japanese heavy machine gunners, and two mortar groups fired at the Japanese heavy machine gun positions.

This secret service regiment is a secret service regiment of the division headquarters. Although its equipment is not as good as the special service regiment at the headquarters, it is also better than the ordinary main force regiment.

Suddenly, the Eighth Route Army who were shooting against the Japanese heard the shells flying over their heads, and then saw the Japanese heavy machine gun being hit by the shells flying over, and then another one...

"Who fought this?" asked an old soldier.

"It must not be Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao is with the division headquarters!" said another soldier.

"I know who it was from the mountain behind!" a squad leader shouted.

"Although they are helping the situation, we should not let it down. We must aim this time!" shouted the leader of the Eighth Route Artillery Group.

"Yes!" the soldiers responded.

"Jiujiu...boombo..."

Perhaps because of the excitement of Hu Yizhou, the artillery soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were able to fight accurately. However, after two rounds of bombing, the Japanese heavy machine gun positions were completely stopped.

Then, the mortars on the Eighth Route Army began to bombard the places where the Japanese gathered, and then stopped. Hu Yizhou continued to bomb the Japanese. As long as one shot was taken, he could kill more than three Japanese soldiers, Hu Yizhou would never give up firing.

"Retreat, retreat quickly..." Soon, the Japanese could not hold on. The Japanese commanders waved their command swords and commanded the Japanese to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Stop shooting, stop, hurry up and clean the battlefield and carry the injured comrades down!" When the Eighth Route Army saw that the Japanese had retreated, they no longer waste their ammunition, but instead went to clean the battlefield, because this was their purpose.

"Chir...boom..." Well, Hu Yizhou would not think so, and bombing the Japanese team was also providing firepower protection to the Eighth Route Army.

"Okay, finish the work!" Finally, the last shell fell, and Hu Yizhou also stopped bombing.

Of course, it was not that there were no shells, but because the Japanese had already run out of the range of the mortar with their short legs.

Hu Yizhou stopped shelling here, picked up the telescope and looked at the situation by the river. Fang Hao and the others also followed suit and watched with the telescope.

"I'm afraid of poverty! So many people have fallen down for these weapons!" Hu Yizhou sighed at the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were either dead or injured on a stretcher.

"But the leader, I think their commander seems very happy?" Fang Hao asked.
Chapter completed!