Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

But he didn't know that danger was slowly approaching.

General Yuan led the artillery and pushed all six mortars and shells forward.

Hide the gun among the trees.

"Master Yuan, isn't it too far? Should we push forward one more hill?"

Black Wolf looked at him with worry on his face.

Because this place is far away from the Japanese camp, some of the Japanese camps are not within the maximum range of the infantry artillery.

He wanted to push the artillery forward to another hill to ensure that all the Japanese camps were within the maximum range of the infantry artillery so that the infantry artillery could exert its maximum power.

Yuan Shuai said as he adjusted the infantry artillery.

"The woods here are relatively dense, so it's not easy for the Japanese sentries to spot us from a distance. The hills ahead are relatively low, with poor visibility, and we are easily spotted by the Japanese sentries! You take two guns to take charge of the Japanese tanks, aim at the place where the Japanese store oil barrels and bomb them! I will use three guns to aim at the Japanese artillery shell boxes and bomb them!"

"it is good!"

Black Wolf had no other choice but to adjust the direction of the gun barrel.

The two of them are considered to have the best artillery skills in the team.

In order to ensure the hit rate, Yuan Shuai and Heilang were each responsible for adjusting three infantry guns.

After making adjustments, Yuan Shuai pulled the firing rope.

"Ready, fire!"

"Boom bang bang..."

Six consecutive artillery shells, trailing flames, drew beautiful arcs in the darkness and whistled towards the Japanese camp.

"Bagayalu, it's an infantry gun, hide!"

The Japs were eating and drinking beside the fire.

Hearing the sound of artillery shells whistling in the air, they were so scared that they quickly looked for a place to hide.

"Boom boom boom..."

Three shells flew towards the place where the Japanese piled up the shell boxes as if they had eyes.

One of the shells hit the shell box directly.

Boxes of shells exploded, one after another.

The entire field artillery battalion camp was instantly covered in flames from the exploding artillery shells.

The dark night was illuminated by the red light of the fire.

"Nice fight!"

Everyone cheered excitedly.

Especially Zhang Dewu was dumbfounded.

"Damn, this, this, this is too amazing. Just three shells destroyed an entire field artillery battalion!"

"No wonder they say Yuan Shuai is a cannon god, his reputation is well-deserved!"

"You damned little Japs, blow me up! Now that I have no field artillery, let's see what you can use to blow me up!"

However, the other three guns did not hit the Japanese fuel tanks.

Not far from the Japanese tanks, the fuel tanks that had just been delivered were piled up.

The three shells were only a dozen meters away from hitting the target.

"Damn it, keep firing!"

Black Wolf continued firing with a gloomy face.

Sure enough, in the second round, his shells landed directly on the Japanese fuel tank and exploded.

The fuel tank exploded, and the surrounding fuel tanks were blown open and rolled everywhere. Diesel flowed out and was immediately ignited by the scorching flames, spreading rapidly on the ground.

Soon, some of the burning diesel spread to the tanks and set them on fire.

"I hit it, I finally hit it, keep firing, keep firing!"

Black Wolf was extremely excited and continued firing, making sure to destroy as many of the Japanese tanks as possible with his artillery fire.

However, Yuan Shuai's artillery had already adjusted the angle and was bombarding the Japanese infantry camp.

Each camp is more than two hundred meters apart.

But at the very back was the Japanese captain's camp, which was beyond the maximum range of the infantry artillery.

But one of the infantry camps was within the maximum range.

Shells fell on the Japanese infantry camp, making the Japanese cry for their parents.

The detachment was in a small boat by the Yangtze River and was so angry that he patted his chest and almost vomited blood.

"Bagayalu, my field artillery battalion, my tank squadron!"

"Baka, this must be General Yuan's Black Wolf Army! Charge forward, kill them, kill the Black Wolf Army!"

After the order was given, many Japanese infantrymen rushed towards the direction of the artillery fire.

Some infantry guns have also begun to adjust the direction of their gun barrels and fire towards Yuan Shuai.

However, the distance was too far and beyond their maximum range.

The shells exploded on the hill in front of them, but did not have much impact on Yuan Shuai.

But this made Black Wolf break out in a cold sweat.

He had wanted to push the infantry artillery forward a hill, but fortunately General Yuan stopped him, otherwise they would definitely be bombed by the Japanese infantry artillery.

Only then did he remember that the Japanese also had infantry artillery in their infantry ranks.

Even if the 75 field artillery position was bombed, the Japanese infantry artillery would quickly counterattack them.

Damn, it’s okay, it’s okay!

Black Wolf couldn't help but swallow several times.

"Intercept the Japanese infantry, intercept the Japanese infantry, use up all the shells for me, use up all of them!"

Yuan Shuai quickly adjusted the direction of the gun barrel while providing him with instructions for adjusting the shooting parameters.

Gu Dayong and Monkey beside him quickly followed his lead and adjusted their positions, using infantry artillery to bombard the charging infantry, ensuring that the Japanese infantry were intercepted as soon as possible to buy them more time for an ambush.

But they didn't have enough shells, and after fighting for a while, they ran out of shells.

"Handsome guy has run out of ammunition!"

"No more shells!"

"Damn it, use the grenade to blow up the infantry gun!"

"What a pity! If we can find the Japanese artillery shells, we can use them!"

"Nonsense, there are so many devils, we don't even have time to escape, why are we still bringing infantry artillery? Explode! Prepare grenades!"

Yuan Shuai simply took out a grenade and stuffed it into the barrel of the gun.

The others also quickly took out their grenades and stuffed them into the barrel.

"Boom boom boom..."

The barrels of six infantry guns were blown up in succession.

In fact, General Yuan didn't want to abandon these infantry artillery.

You have to know that a Japanese battalion only has two infantry guns.

These are 6 infantry guns.

If you want to grab six infantry guns, you have to kill three battalions in a row and make sure the infantry guns are not damaged during the battle.

Otherwise, they would directly attack the infantry artillery squadron of the Japanese regiment.

But he had no other choice.

The infantry gun is too heavy and requires at least two people to drag it.

The route they took for evacuation was full of hillsides and woods, making it inconvenient to carry.

Moreover, infantry artillery without shells is of little use to them.

However, Yuan Shuai and the monkey Fatty were at the end of the team.

The three men ordered the team to lay mines on the road.

Their land mines had been used up long ago, so they could only use the Japanese's hand grenades as mines!

After burying a minefield, everyone retreated forward again.

After a Japanese squad behind them entered their minefield, many Japanese soldiers stepped on grenades.

The grenade exploded with a delayed explosion and exploded right in the middle of their team.

More than thirty Japanese soldiers were killed by a dozen grenades.

Although only seven or eight Japanese soldiers were killed in the explosion, more than a dozen were seriously injured and more than a dozen were lightly injured.

The Japanese squadron leader had no choice but to let the team stay behind to treat the wounded and wait for the people behind to move forward.

After all, he is afraid of death.

Landmines are difficult to guard against, let alone those in the mountains and forests, which are even more difficult to deal with.

Far ahead, Madaha was leading his men in an ambush.

Hearing the sporadic gunshots coming towards here, Madaha kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.