Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

"What are you waiting for, Comrade Li Bao? When will we fire the first shot?"

    Yuchi Baoqi took out a pocket watch from his arms and said: "It's almost time for the Japanese to eat. Wait until they start to smoke."

    "Let the brothers set up the barrel first. Everything should be done strictly according to our training instructions. Everything should go according to plan."

    Lao Li called several battalion commanders to come over and give orders. Yuchi Baoqi took out a telescope from the space and began to measure the distance: "The main fortifications and military camps are about five kilometers away, and the main bombing target is over there."

    "Leave the scattered sentry posts to me, and just blow up the rest of the sentry tower posts to hell. For the record..."

    Lao Li was very embarrassed. Yuchi Baoqi took out a pocket watch from his arms. The watch chains were entangled with each other and threw it directly to Lao Li: "Commander, give one point to each battalion commander. Check the watch. Twenty The plan will officially start in a few minutes.”

    Lao Li held up this large pile of pocket watches. Each one was brand new and exquisite. They were much better than those worn by the little Japanese officer. He quickly shook them over to share them.

    "Captain, this...this is..."

    "There are so many words, just take them and check your watch! The attack on Sakata United will officially begin in twenty minutes. Let all the gunners follow my training!"

    Smoke began to rise from the Sakata Regiment's military camp. There wasn't much smoke. It was probably just used to heat some canned rice and make some stew. Yuchi Baoqi saw it through the telescope and kept waiting, waiting for an opportunity to hand over patrols and sentry posts. .

    This means that the Japanese soldiers who came to take over have already finished their meals. They change their posts and the patrol soldiers go back to eat. This is the time when the entire Sakata Regiment is most defenseless.

    Li Wenlong walked to the pillar of the artillery camp and gently patted the pillar on the shoulder: "How about the new artillery?"

    The pillar who was debugging the mortar barrel looked back and saw the regiment leader smiling brightly: "Captain, this is a good thing. The accuracy is much better than those of our local cannons. Look at these shells, they are so fat. There’s no limit to what’s good!”

    Li Wenlong nodded with satisfaction: "Fight well and kill these stupid little devils. If you win, I will reward you with half a catty of burning knives. How about it?"

    Zhuzi agreed: "Hey! Okay, just watch, Commander, this time I have to blow the little devil to pieces!"

    The agreed twenty minutes were about to come. Yuchi Baoqi was holding a red flag in his hand. All the battalion-level cadres of the independent regiment looked towards the red flag, waiting for Yuchi Baoqi to give the order to open fire on these stupid gangsters. Devil.

    In Yuchi Baoqi's telescope, many well-fed and drunk Japanese soldiers were wearing only loincloths, dog-ear hats on their heads, and holding regimental fans with plaster flags printed on them.

    These Japanese soldiers were singing and dancing in the military camp, doing their unique Japanese dance, which made Yuchi Baoqi very sick.

    Li Wenlong also looked over there with an old-fashioned telescope, still cursing: "These little devils are still dancing when they are about to die. They are really taking advantage of them."

    Yuchi Baoqi finally waited for the time to hand over the shift, and the red flag on his right hand was waved down in an instant.

    "Ting, Ting, Ting..."

    The mortar shell was put into the muzzle, and the sound of the shell primer hitting the firing pin at the rear of the barrel was heard one after another, like a piece of music, which kicked off the bombing of the Sakata Regiment.

    "Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom."

    After the primer of the artillery shell was struck by the firing pin, each shell quickly came out of the barrel and shot toward the intended target, the barracks and fortifications of the Sakata Regiment.

    Many soldiers of the independent regiment stopped firing and looked up at the artillery shells in the sky. They never thought that the independent regiment could possess so many high-precision, high-destruction large-caliber mortars.

    "Rapidly fire! Rapidly fire! Don't worry about ammunition! Pay attention to tactical movements and ensure the gunner's own safety! Keep loading and firing!"

    "Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom."

    Li Wenlong and Zhao Qiang were both stunned when they saw the shells pouring out of the barrel. The amount of these shells used may be enough for the original independent regiment to fight ten to twenty blocking battles and hundreds of guerrilla battles.

    Yuchi Baoqi's voice echoed in every artillery position: "Keep firing! Keep firing! Look back at the shell box behind you. There are so many shells in it, keep firing!"

    Fifteen thousand high-charge mortar shells were dumped into the barracks of the Sakata Regiment. The so-called permanent fortifications were no different from paper under the firepower of the fully charged 120-millimeter mortars. .

    There were not even screams of injured Japanese soldiers in the barracks where the Sakata Regiment was stationed. The shock waves and explosion fragments brought by the mortars easily harvested every Japanese soldier.

    Yuchi Baoqi held up the red flag: "Take it! Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao comes out and leads your battalion's light infantry to replenish the battlefield to ensure that all Japanese soldiers are dead."

    "Yes!"

    Li Wenlong inserted the magazine into the body of the 56-charge gun, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, and was about to follow him when Zhao Qiang stopped in front of him.

    "Just wait here. You, the leader, can't have any accidents."

    Li Wenlong pulled Zhao Qiang away at once, turned to Yuchi Baoqi and shouted: "Comrade Li Bao, why don't we go to the Japanese camp together?"

    Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "Go ahead. The remaining brothers will maintain the barrels, disassemble the mortar barrels, and report the remaining shells and ammunition statistics to each battalion commander."

    When we arrived at the station of the Bantian Alliance, well, we couldn't say it was a station anymore. It should be said to be a ruin. There were ruins and Japanese debris everywhere.

    Yuchi Baoqi kicked away a severed arm that was blocking him. Seeing the Japanese soldier whose legs were blown to pieces and a piece of shrapnel embedded in his chest, Yuchi Baoqi jumped over and walked over.

    "Kill me privately..." (Kill me)

    Yuchi Baoqi stopped: "Oh, 楽しみましょう." (Enjoy it)

    Zhang Dabiao led people dragging several corpses over: "Comrade! Comrade Li Bao! The colonel of Sakata Regiment, Sakata Nobutetsu, two lieutenants and a major were all killed by mortars. We can only use the command knife to get up. The patterns and characters are used to identify who they are.”

    Li Wenlong pulled out Sakata Nobutetsu's command sword: "This Japanese soldier's saber is really well made."

    Yuchi Baoqi glanced at it and said: "Oh, that's it. Armor can't be broken, but it's okay to cut through those without armor. It's just a knife used to bully the weak."

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    The division commander's phone was almost buzzing with calls. The news he received from each regiment was that the Japanese army was bombing a large area. It was unknown where the bombing was, but the sound of the bombing was loud.

    The division commander had no choice but to call Li Wenlong, but either the call from the independent regiment could not be reached, or when it was connected, it said that Li Wenlong was not there.