The crescent moon hangs high in the starry sky, with undulating mountains on one side and dark plains on the other.

A dark stronghold stood alone on the plain beside the mountains.

Dim lights were revealed from the shooting holes in the stronghold's turret, and three beams of strong light were constantly searching the surroundings.

Behind the low hill on the outskirts of the stronghold was a crowd of dark heads.

"Zhuzi, have you set up your damn mortar?"

Li Yunlong held a shell gun in his hand and crouched, trotting all the way to the mortar position.

"Captain, it will be ready soon!"

All ten mortars have been set up, and Wang Chengzhu is using his thumbs to visually measure the distance and adjust the firing parameters for each mortar.

Although the Independent Regiment has a mortar company, there are not many who can fire artillery. The only one who can fire accurately is Wang Chengzhu.

Wang Chengzhu temporarily took over the command of the artillery company.

Although it was dark, it was easy to aim with the searchlight as a reference.

Seven Type 97 81mm mortars and three Type 31 60mm mortars, a total of ten mortars are used as fire support.

Just a little less shells.

The total number of shells for the ten mortars is only one hundred.

However, such firepower would have been unthinkable for the previous independent regiments.

"Sharpshooter, enter!"

When all ten mortars were ready, Li Yunlong shouted.

The sharpshooters of three independent regiments hunched out from behind the low hill and moved quietly towards the stronghold.

The shooting skills of these three sharpshooters are only slightly inferior to Wang Xikui's, and they are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.

The sharpshooters lurked in three directions of the stronghold, which... is also where the searchlight is located.

They used the searchlight's scanning gap and the blind spot to crawl forward, and soon arrived at a position three hundred meters away from the stronghold.

If you go further, you will be easily spotted by the searchlight.

When the searchlight swept away, the sharpshooter stood up and knelt on the ground, put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, pulled the bolt, and took aim.

Bah!

A sudden gunshot broke the tranquility of the night sky.

The searchlight on the Japanese turret exploded with a bang, and the place where the searchlight illuminated instantly became dark.

Bah!

Bah!

Within a few seconds, the searchlights in the other two directions also exploded, accompanied by the sound of gunfire from the 38-gun.

"idiot!"

"Baga crushes the road!"

The angry and low curses of the Japanese were faintly heard from the gun towers and bunkers.

Then there was another flurry of excitement.

After more than ten seconds, more than a dozen tongues of flame extended outward from the gun towers and bunkers almost simultaneously.

Da da da da da——

The sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, crooked handle, and Czech light machine gun suddenly sounded.

Bullets were sprayed out as if they were free of charge.

Whoosh whoop whoosh… crackling…

The three sharpshooters lay motionless on the ground, bullets falling like raindrops not far away.

The Japanese couldn't tell where the gunfire came from. Without the searchlight, they couldn't see clearly what was going on outside.

After all the machine gun bullets were fired, the Japanese and puppet troops stopped shooting when they saw that there was no movement outside.

call out--

A white flare flew high into the night sky, and the night sky instantly became like day.

The Japs looked out through the machine gun holes, but saw nothing.

After a brief period of light, the night sky returned to darkness again.

"Commander, can you go up?" Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion, asked.

Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a fox-like cunning expression on his face. He held the shell gun in his hand and whispered: "Don't be anxious, wait a little longer!"

Hearing this, the soldiers all waited in silence.

About ten minutes later, another white flare was launched into the air. The Japanese glanced outside and still found nothing.

Only then did the Japanese and puppet troops feel completely relieved.

It must have been the damn Tubal guerrillas who did it again. They couldn't defeat the imperial army head-on, and they would come to harass outside the stronghold after a while.

They are like flies that cannot be hit, and will fly back soon after being chased away.

Sometimes they came several times a night, making the imperial army unable to sleep well.

The turret opposite fell completely silent, and Li Yunlong shouted in a low voice: "Monk, bring your damn flying thunder cannon up to me!"

Then, he said to Zhang Dabiao beside him: "Come on!"

The soldiers of the 1st Battalion and the Special Operations Company quietly crawled out from behind the low hill, then hunched their bodies and headed towards the Huting stronghold.

More than four hundred figures, like a stream of water, silently merged into a pool, slowly soaking towards the stronghold.

About three hundred meters away, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, and all the soldiers stopped and crawled forward instead.

The three sharpshooters from before also merged into the current.

Although there is moonlight, the sentry's field of vision on the top of the turret is still severely limited. Within ten meters, there are no distinctions between men and women, within twenty meters there is no distinction between humans and animals, and within thirty meters it is pitch black.

Arriving at a distance of about 160 meters from the stronghold, Zhang Dabiao and Wei Dayong ordered to stop respectively.

Several soldiers took the ordnance shovel and began to dig gently on the spot in three places to build the flying thunder artillery position.

Projecting a ten-kilogram explosive package more than 150 meters away will undoubtedly produce a huge recoil.

It is necessary to bury part of the launch tube in the ground to offset the recoil of the thunder cannon and to fix the elevation angle of the launch tube.

About half an hour later, Wei Dayong aimed the launch tube at the two bunkers and one gun tower in the stronghold according to the amount of gunpowder fired.

The dim light from the machine gun eyes of the bunkers and turrets provided Wei Dayong with a good coordinate reference.

The two bunkers are outside and the gun towers are inside, forming an angle with each other.

No matter which position the enemy attacks from, he will be exposed to the firing range of the other two fire points.

With such a configuration of bunkers and gun towers, there are two more Huting strongholds, one in the direction of the 2nd Battalion and the 3rd Battalion's feint attack.

Zhang Dabiao carried a ghost-head knife on his back and a shell gun in his hand. He crept beside Wei Dayong and asked in a low voice: "Captain Wei, are you ready?"

"Already ready!" Wei Dayong nodded.

"Then let's start attacking!" Zhang Dabiao couldn't wait any longer, "Fuck you little devil."

"Okay!" Wei Dayong nodded lightly.

Click - the cover of the pocket watch jumped up briskly, and the cold moonlight shone on the crystal dial.

One fifty in the morning.

"Light the fire!" Wei Dayong ordered in a low voice.

"ignition!"

"ignition!"

"ignition!"

"..."

Wei Dayong's orders were passed down orally by the soldiers lying in the front row.

After receiving the order, the soldiers of the special operations company first pulled the fuse of the explosive package, placed it in the launch tube, and then ignited the fuse of the gunpowder.

The sudden light of fire in the night sky attracted the attention of the Japanese sentry on the gun tower.

The sentry hurriedly fired a warning shot, but three balls of fire suddenly burst out in the dark night.

Three bundles of ten kilograms of explosives suddenly rose into the sky under the thrust of the gunpowder and flew towards the Japanese bunkers and gun towers.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Immediately afterwards, three violent explosions like thunder caused the entire Huting stronghold to shake violently.
Chapter completed!