Commander Cheng stood behind a half-depressed wall, just half of his body exposed, and he could see the situation of the Japanese Command in the distance.

His guard Xiao Shitou looked around nervously, hoping to press his regiment commander to the ground. Although it is a little far from the Japanese headquarters, bullets can still be fired here. If the Japanese find it, the regiment commander will be in danger.

However, he knows Captain Cheng's temper and has no choice. The commander of his own is not afraid of death and is very brave in combat. It is already very good not to take the commando up in person. What else do you want?

Commander Cheng didn't know where his guard was thinking. He just waited there, waiting for the commando to take it down for the Japanese headquarters.

No matter what, as long as the commando can take down the headquarters, even if the Japanese soldiers in Licheng are all wiped out! Licheng will be back in our hands!

"Stone, our flags have been put up?" Captain Cheng suddenly asked the highly nervous stone.

"Report to the leader of the group, the four flags we brought have been hung on the four city gates!" Xiao Shitou shouted loudly.

"Well, that's good, that's good!" Captain Cheng was also a little worried about the battle of the commando. He was looking for topics to calm down.

As for hanging flags at the city gate, it was actually just a blatant reminder to the Japanese who could see this: Licheng is our world now!

Just as Captain Cheng was talking, Licheng's underground was very active.

The Japanese dug a deep ditches outside Licheng, found all the tunnels and blocked the entrance of the cave. However, there were still tunnels in the city. The Japanese didn't have the patience and could not afford too much casualties to go to the tunnel to investigate.

Although the security team used directional thunder in the city to evacuate some of the tunnels, there were still many tunnels intact.

So now, the soldiers who participated in the digging of tunnels took advantage of the time of conducting propaganda wars for the Japanese, found the original tunnel, and then determined the location of the outer wall of the Japanese headquarters, and quickly dug an exit inside.

Now, it depends on their performance.

At the intersection not far from the headquarters, Battalion Commander Shen raised his wrist and looked at it, then nodded to the soldiers beside him.

"Swish..." A fuse with white smoke began to burn quickly, and then drilled into the ground at a corner of the wall and continued to burn forward...

"Boom..." With a huge explosion, a heavy machine gun bunker that was originally guarding outside the commander's department was blown up.

"Boom..." Another explosion was heard, and another bunker was blown away.

"Boom..." The third explosion broke out, and the originally intact section of the courtyard wall also collapsed.

"Comrades, rush!" Battalion Commander Shen waved his hand, and the commando team, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed across the street and rushed towards the Japanese headquarters along the street.

"Cece Ce...haga..." In the headquarters, several firepower points of the Japanese began to shoot at the commando.

Without the obstacles from the courtyard wall, these firepower points have sufficient shooting range.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." Suddenly, several grenades were thrown out of the horse-raising shed.

"Nani? Boom..." As the unique explosion of Jiuzhai military grenades, countless pieces of steel balls began to fly, taking away everything they encountered.

"Roar... dada..." A platoon leader holding Hu's submachine gun shouted, jumped directly over the collapsed bricks and stones in the courtyard wall, entered the yard and shot at a door in the main house.

"Bao...bao...bao..." The soldiers who followed him also shot at the rooms with all kinds of weapons.

"Bang hook...bang bang..." The Japanese guarding the house fought back from time to time, but the effect was no longer great.

The main firepower of the Japanese defense is the machine gun firepower points guarding the yard. Now that this side has been broken, the machine gun firepower in other places is not very effective.

The key is that on the surrounding streets, there are also Eighth Route Army groups that are restraining the Japanese firepower points, making it impossible for them to support the yard.

The Japanese headquarters selected the home of a former landlord in the local area, and was transformed by the Japanese, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. The yard is independent, with no neighbors around, and the rooms are all built in a large yard, which looks like they are not to bend or lean against each other.

A wooden corridor connects a few-shaped building complex, which faces north and south, with dozens of rooms.

Now, the yard in the outer room has suddenly entered, and only those rooms are left. By the time these rooms are taken down, the Japanese will be gone.

"Firepower cover! Light machine gun, suppress the room!" Captain Shen also followed into the yard and directed the machine gunners to suppress the doors and windows of the room, pressing any Japanese who dared to resist in the room.

"Grenade, get on!" Captain Shen was not idle. While ordering the machine gun to suppress it, he also asked the bomb dropper to go on.

"Swish...swish...swish..." Military grenades were accurately thrown into the room where the Japanese were in the bombardmentists across more than 30 meters.

"Boom boom boom..." A series of explosions sounded in the room. The air waves produced by the explosion blew the windows covered with peach paper and flew outwards, and many pieces of paper were flying in the air.

Accompanied by the window and paper, there were fire and smoke. From a distance, the window looked like a giant dragon hiding in the room and spit out a mouthful of dragon breath...

"Roar in and kill!" Captain Shen waved his hand, holding a submachine gun, carrying a fast and slow machine, and holding a shotgun commando rushed up.

The commandos rushed into a room, and soon there was a bang of gunfire.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

With the safety of the sound, the headquarters' rooms were taken down one by one, and the Japanese city defense headquarters were gradually taken down by the Eighth Route Army.

"Go up!duang..." A closed door was kicked open by the soldier.

"Swoosh..." Several soldiers rushed into the house quickly, but no gunshots came.

"What's wrong?" The commando leader who kicked the door also entered the room.

"Hiss... so cruel! You can get rid of the knife... you haven't died yet, are you still trembling?" The commando captain sighed with his lips.

"Hiss...hiss..." Colonel Bei knelt in the room, lowering his head, his body twitching constantly, and there was already a large piece of blood under his body.

This looked like a suicide by separatism. The blade of a bright red commander knife was poking behind his back.

But the person was not dead yet, and he was hissing and breathing.

In other words, those who came in were all elite veterans, otherwise the edge of the well would have been sieved long ago.

"Squad Leader, this is the last room. Should we report it to the battalion commander?" asked a soldier.

"Well, go and tell the battalion commander, the last house was taken down!" said the commando leader.

"Okay!" The soldier nodded and went out.

"This is your Japanese's septum? Tsk tsk, this is piercing? Didn't it mean to use a short knife? There are also people responsible for cutting their heads? What about your wrong person?"

"Oh, I understand. This is a septile in a hurry. I can't find it? Why don't I help you? Oh... why bother! How good is it to be alive... Oh... you devils deserve it. Why do you have nothing to do to invade us? You have been retribution..."

The squad leader was wandering around the well and talking strange words, not caring about the blood all over the soles of his shoes.

"Hiss...dong..." With the squad leader's whine, the colonel by the well finally finished his last breath of life, fell head-on in his pool of blood, and never moved again.

"Diet? Why did you say you're going to die so early? I still have a lot of things to say here! Oh, what a pity, how difficult it is to catch a dying colonel."

Well, this comrade in comrade's words are really straightforward, it would be a pity not to speak crosstalk... Is his surname the same as the author's?

If the Colonel by the Well died, then Li Cheng would be taken down.

In order to take over the location of this headquarters, the Eighth Route Army paid dozens of casualties.

If Hu Yizhou had definitely not done this, but it would be normal for the Eighth Route Army to...

After all, the Eighth Route Army members are used to being poor and have not become rich yet. They are just a little more bullets than in history and have more guns...

"Take it down? OK! Confidentialist, hurry up and report it to your superiors and ask if there are any new instructions?"

Commander Cheng quickly got the battle report here, and then sent the battle report to his superiors as soon as possible. This is very important and facilitates the superiors to make the best dispatch.

After giving the order, Commander Cheng suddenly looked to the west, as if he wanted to see Zhaodian Muqiao across the numerous streets and rooms.

"I don't know how the progress of Captain Hu is?" Captain Cheng turned around and said to himself.

"parking!"

"Crill..." As Gundam said, three trucks parked a few kilometers west of Licheng, bringing up a burst of dust.

"Okay, get out of the car!" Gundam rushed out of the cab first, and two soldiers jumped out together.

"No. 1? Where is No. 1?" Gundam shouted after getting off the bus.

"Here, Company Commander Gao!" No. 1 appeared quietly behind Gundam.

"I said No. 1, can we do some movement? This is scary enough in broad daylight!" said Gundam.

"Company Commander Gao, don't care about these details! Since the day we became the experimenter, we have only half of our lives left!" No. 1 said slowly.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore! Look... here is not far from Zhaodian, look there is being bombarded by the Japanese artillery fire..."

"And according to my estimate, the distance between us and the Japanese mountain cannon position is only six kilometers... Look, look at the traces of the shells flying... let's calculate..." Gundam said to the soldiers following him.

"I understand!" The two soldiers began to take out paper and pen to calculate the position of the Japanese artillery positions.

"You also understand the meaning of the regiment commander. It is to go to a rocket launcher's maximum range precision shooting experiment, and to scare the Japanese artillery! So, we are here, what do you think?" Gundam said to No. 1.

"No problem, you have the final say!" Number One grinned and looked very honest.

"Okay, you guys will command the driver and ask them to park the car in the right position. Then, after we push forward the Japanese's fear of artillery positions, you guys will come to the Japanese for a while?" Gundam said.

"No problem, you have the final say!" No. 1 still had the expression and words before.

"Okay, now you command the vehicles and set up positions, and we can calculate it soon!" Gundam said.

"Brother, drive forward about 40 meters and just park the car horizontally..." No. 1 and the others were not polite and went directly to command the truck to start.

And here, Gundam and his team began to use their brains to calculate the Japanese ballistics, and the results were soon obtained.

Well, the two who followed Gundam were the student soldiers brought from Nanjing at the time, all of them were college students, so it was still easy to be considered as a ballistic for a mountain cannon.

That's right, the thousands of students Hu Yizhou brought out from Nanjing were both men and women, and all subjects involved in various schools. Except for some of them he trained as artillery, the others were either technicians and workers in the arsenal, or he "trades" to the Eighth Route Army through various means.

Actually, if you think about it, Hu Yizhou thinks this is one of the most meaningful things he has done when traveling over. Instead of letting these passionate young students be tragically buried in the hands of the Japanese or wasted in vain under the principal, it would be better to come to Jiuzhai or enter the Eighth Route Army.

Also, Buddhism says that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you count it, you can become a Tallinn...
To be continued...