Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Erdaohezi artillery tower.

The Japanese had a hard time during this period.

Because the guerrillas were equipped with cast iron cannons produced by Yu Ye, their firepower level was greatly improved.

The guerrillas now have a way to attack the artillery tower that they had been unable to attack before. After dark, they would ambush at a distance of four to five hundred meters from the artillery tower and suddenly fire a cannon at it.

Maybe the Japanese artillery tower would be destroyed on the spot.

During these two months, the guerrillas used artillery to attack the Japanese artillery towers no less than forty or fifty times. Four or five towers were captured, and seven or eight were half-collapsed.

In the past, it was often a good job for the Japanese soldiers stationed in the artillery tower, because they could bully the Chinese people passing by, but now they live in fear every day.

Maybe that night a powerful homemade cannon would hit the turret where he was stationed.

Because the Japanese in the Erdaohe stronghold were relatively close to the independent regiment, they became targets for the guerrillas' daily training and were often bombarded with artillery shells for no reason.

So they got used to it.

Tonight they specially replaced the lights with high-power spotlights, so they could see clearly within a distance of four to five hundred meters, and did not find any traces of guerrillas.

All the devils breathed a sigh of relief and could sleep well tonight.

But they didn't expect that just after ten o'clock, when these devils had just laid down, they heard an extremely shrill sound coming from outside the artillery tower. The sound came from far away and was like an evil ghost demanding his life.

The Japanese soldiers who had fallen asleep quickly stood up, grabbed their guns in their hands, and cursed at the same time. It was obvious that they were very angry about the attack by the Eighth Route Army.

No one saw the expected large cast iron pot, but only saw a cannonball with a shining tail flame shooting towards the artillery tower in the distance.

boom!

The impact fuse of the shell hit the outer wall of the second floor of the artillery tower, and the 1.5 kilograms of explosives inside the shell were detonated instantly.

A big hole was blown out in the brick and stone turret in an instant.

Some unlucky Japanese soldiers were sprayed with debris from the explosion, and were bruised and scratched in many places.

5 km away.

In the darkness, the soldiers of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment saw an explosion in the direction of the artillery tower, followed by a loud noise and the angry gunshots of the Japanese devils, and they immediately cheered.

Anyone can guess that this guy hit the Japanese artillery tower.

"Captain, it looks like you won't be able to drink for the next month." Yu Ye joked.

Li Yunlong's old face turned red. He had just seen the scene of the artillery shell hitting the artillery tower through the telescope. This was something he could not deny in any way.

He muttered, "It's just that I can't drink for a month. Old Li can still bear it."

Yu Ye did not argue with Li Yunlong, and then placed another shell on the ground on the launch pad built with mud and stones according to the angle just now.

He was not just firing at this time, he called Zhao Gang over and asked him to squat beside him and explained to him how he aimed and how the various scales on the gun were aligned.

Yu Ye hopes to train Zhao Gang into a second talent who can perform rough aiming, so that Zhao Gang can teach more people.

Zhao Gang graduated from Yan University, had a good academic foundation, and learned things quickly.

Li Yunlong squatted beside and watched Yu Ye's explanation. After watching for a long time, he didn't understand a single word. He sighed: "If only Zhuzi was here, he could also learn how to use this new type of shell.

I shouldn’t have been stingy with those two pounds of sweet potatoes.”

After more than ten minutes of explanation, Zhao Gang has basically understood the principle of artillery aiming and can start debugging it himself.

If the Japanese in the artillery tower knew what Yu Ye was doing, he would be angered to death if he was not beaten to death. In this case, we Japanese would be your living targets.

Just as Yu Ye was about to take out four batteries to fire the shell, he suddenly seemed to remember something.

In front of everyone, he pried open the back cover of the shell, revealing the firing fuse at the back, and asked other soldiers nearby to gather a bunch of pine needles for him, as he wanted to use the pine needles to ignite the shell.

This series of operations confused the soldiers watching around. They had never thought that a shell could be fired just by lighting a fire.

However, now that Minister Yu has spoken, who dares to question it?

Soon a pile of pine needles were collected and put behind the shells.

"Lao Zhao, Lao Li, fellow comrades, please watch carefully."

Yu Ye struck a match and ignited the pile of pine needles at the tail of the shell. The pine needles were full of oil and soon began to burn with a crackling sound.

Everyone retreated to a safe distance, and a few minutes later they saw that a very strong airflow and tail flame spurted out from behind the rocket launcher again.

The shell took off into the air again!

Everyone present in the Independent Regiment, except Yu Ye, was stunned.

How the hell is this possible?

It can be launched with a launch pad, it can be launched with batteries without a launch pad, and it can even be launched by lighting a fire when there is no battery?

This is simply a magical artifact!

Li Yunlong was already imagining that if during a war, each person in the independent regiment carried a shell, and as long as they aimed at the Japanese position, everyone would draw a fire, and more than a thousand shells would hit the Japanese position at the same time, what a spectacular scene that would be.

Zhao Gang thought further. Now the firepower of his guerrilla comrades was not sufficient. If each of these guerrillas was given a few artillery shells, they would take advantage of any opportunity to suddenly fire a few shells at the Japanese.

Then the Japanese would be unable to resist. All they would have to do was not think about fighting against our regular army. It would be difficult for them to even organize an effective team.

The 107 rocket launcher ignited by fire once again flew towards the Erdaohezi artillery tower five kilometers away with Yu Ye's expectations.

To be honest, these devils are really unlucky.

The first 107 rocket blew a big hole in the second floor of the Japanese turret, but did not cause any structural damage to the turret. However, the second rocket happened to go right through the hole created by the first rocket and entered the turret.

boom!

The shell exploded on the roof in the middle of the second floor of the artillery tower, and countless shell fragments were shot in all directions by the powerful force generated by the explosion.

The Japanese soldiers on the second floor were either squatting or lying on the ground, guarding against the Eighth Route Army guerrillas that might appear around the artillery tower.

These fragments penetrated their bodies with great force, reaping their sinful lives.

Three or four Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot without even a snort.