Lost and Spy

Chapter 310
Meng Shaoyuan finally got his secret weapon:

Italian BrixiaM35 45MM mortar!
Known as "the best designed", or "the most complicated design", it is also a fucking light mortar with a seat specially designed for the gunner!
A real Italian cannon.

Although Italy is a very strange world, and some weapons are also very strangely designed, but before the war, they were a big exporter of weapons.

Especially in China, there are many Italian weapons active, mainly guns.

"Second Battalion Commander, bring up the Italian guns!"

That famous line blurted out.

Song Deng was taken aback.

Second Battalion Commander?
Where is the second battalion commander here?
"Song Deng, what are you doing in a daze? Cannon, my Italian cannon!"

Meng Shaoyuan almost yelled there.

"Understood!" Song Deng finally realized.

这门BrixiaM35 45MM迫击炮，炮重15.4公斤，最大射程535米，理论最大射速每分钟25到30分。

Appearing here is definitely a "weapon of mass destruction".

It was also unlucky for the Zhenchuan plainclothes team and those Japanese troops.

Who would have thought that a group of spies would own a genuine mortar?
Where does this make sense?
Some local miscellaneous troops of the Chinese army may not even have a division.

That is to say, he met the unreasonable Meng Shaoyuan.

Young master Meng, who had known for a long time that war would definitely break out, spent how much effort to prepare weapons and ammunition before the war?
Now, it's time to use them.

The gun mount is a "well"-shaped swinging gun mount. Although this design makes the structure of the gun mount very complicated and increases the difficulty of production, it endows the M35 with good shooting stability and flexible shooting angle. The maximum shooting angle up to 85 degrees.

Another feature of the gun mount was a chest pad for the shooter to lie on.Since the overall height of the M35 is very low, the shooter usually operates lying on the ground, so the chest pad allows the shooter to operate the gun for a long time without feeling tired, and it can also be operated while sitting on the cushion.

On the other hand, the weight of the shooter also plays a role in stabilizing the artillery, which is definitely a clever design.

The chest pad is also the back pad when carrying the mortar, which improves the comfort of the carrying. When carrying the mortar, you only need to fold the gun mount and the chest pad in the middle, and you can carry it easily.

However, Meng Shaoyuan felt that this mortar was more like a work of art no matter from which angle he appreciated it.

The mortars were quickly installed.

"Report to Director Meng, complete the shooting preparations, please give instructions!"

"No instructions!" Meng Shaoyuan roared: "The target, the old ancestral temple, let me blow it up hard!"

……

"idiot!"

The Japanese army sergeant with binoculars uttered a desperate call: "Mortars, the Chinese actually have mortars!"

No matter how ingeniously the position is arranged, there is only such a large area, and most of the old ancestral temple is made of wood.

Under the attack of shells, the Japanese had no room to resist.

"call out"!
Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the shells swept in like a god of death wielding a sickle...

……

"Boom" - "Boom" - "Boom"!
The shells landed on the old ancestral temple one after another.

Amidst the violent explosion, the flames shot up into the sky accompanied by screams.

The Zhenchuan plainclothes team and those Japanese soldiers died unjustly.

They considered all possibilities on the battlefield, except for one thing:

These Chinese agents actually have a mortar!

This is unreasonable!
On the opposite side, the Japanese army position in Laozumiao was completely engulfed in flames.

Meng Shaoyuan was triumphant.

What kind of combat deployment, what kind of fire suppression, are all inferior to a cannon of your young master Meng!

"Xiang Shounong!" Meng Shaoyuan yelled loudly, "Let me fight, shoot and kill!"

"Brothers." Xiang Shounong, who was completely stimulated by the sound of the guns, his eyes were bloodshot: "Come on, kill all the little Japanese, there is no one left, go on!"

All the agents rushed out of their hiding places, roaring with all kinds of weapons in their hands, organized intensive firepower, and rushed towards the Ancestral Temple one by one like a race.

"do not want!"

On the roof, Wei Yunzhe, commanding machine guns and mortars to fire wildly, roared.

Damn it, the Japanese army wasn't completely wiped out.

At this time, the mortars should continue to bomb, and the machine guns on the roof and the grenades on the ground should take turns to cooperate with the attack, killing as many Japanese troops as possible within a safe range.

Instead of launching a charge when the remnants of the enemy are still there and there is still room for resistance.

Unfortunately, no one could hear his cry.

He's a professional soldier, but most agents aren't.

They are trained, but not tactically trained.

They only know that the shells have disabled the enemy now.

It's time to clean up these little Japans!

"Machine gun, hold it down, hold it down!"

Now, the only thing Wei Yunzhe can do is these.

When the troops on the ground rushed to the front of the Ancestral Temple, several Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared half kneeling and raising their guns.

A row of bullets, shot out!

The few agents who rushed to the front fell to the ground.

Although half of the Japanese soldiers were killed and wounded in the bombardment, and the rest were knocked out, they still survived.

High quality, let them invest in the counterattack in the first time!

The agents who thought that the Japanese army had been disabled and would never encounter counterattacks suffered casualties in an instant.

It's tuition, high tuition.

Even if the position is blown to pieces, even if they are at a disadvantage, these Japanese troops will never give up resistance so easily.

Not to mention the secret agents, China's regular army also paid bloody lessons in the war.

In the Battle of Songhu, the 87th Division, which took the lead in attacking, believed that the enemy had given up resistance when they captured a position of the Japanese army, and the battle was over.

But no one thought that those Japanese soldiers who were seriously injured would pull the safety of the grenade, hit their heads, and die together with the Chinese soldiers who rushed to their side!
Bloody lesson!
The same goes for agents.

Fortunately, under the command of Wei Yunzhe, the two machine guns on the roof roared furiously, and the bullets like a whirlwind quickly knocked down several Japanese soldiers.

Xiang Shounong, who rushed into the Japanese position with a roar, never stopped roaring with the submachine gun in his hand.

No Japanese, living, dead, or half-dead, escaped the baptism of his bullets.

"boom"!
Zhen Chuan, the captain of the Zhen Chuan plainclothes team, had one arm and one leg broken, but he still fired with the remaining arm.

But then his whole body was beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Xiang Shounong roared like a beast: "Kill all these grandchildren!"

……

It was 8 o'clock in the evening, and the agent-to-agent battle that took place in the Ancestral Temple of Gongzhi Lane was over.

Using the mortar that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, none of the Japanese Zhenchuan plainclothes team and eight Japanese soldiers survived.

Meng Shaoyuan successfully completed the task assigned to him by his superiors, and eliminated the hidden dangers behind them before the 201st Brigade launched a general offensive.

However, his secret service team also paid a heavy price.

Thirteen agents were killed.

Look, paid far less than the Japanese.

However, this is when the firepower is completely dominant, and there are even mortars to assist in the battle.

The Japanese army was in a desperate situation, and the right time, place, and people were all on the side of the military command agents.

Thirteen agents are still dead.

If they can be more cautious and make full use of the advantages of artillery fire, they can be under the cover of mortars and machine guns...

Never if.

Meng Shaoyuan felt distressed.

These are elite agents trained by themselves.

They were originally active on the intelligence front.

However, they died on the battlefield.

Thirteen to twenty-three.

Is it something to be proud of?

Maybe.

Maybe it will appear in the newspapers that my heroic agent wiped out the plainclothes and main force of the Japanese army.

But who can know the truth behind such a "good news"?
It has been checked, and it is confirmed that Makawa, the captain of the Japanese plainclothes team, and the sergeant of the Japanese detachment were all killed, and no one escaped.

A smile appeared on Meng Shaoyuan's face: "Old Xiang, you did a good job, I will give you credit."

"Thank you, Master Meng."

Xiang Shounong turned around and smiled.

For a moment, a smile froze on Meng Shaoyuan's face.

On Xiang Shounong's body, blood was continuously oozing from the two blood holes.

"Young Master Meng, the Japanese are very accurate." Xiang Shounong threw away the submachine gun in his hand, and put one hand on the half-blown wall to prevent himself from falling:
"I fucking thought they would surrender...Master Meng, I'm in so much pain...Help me, save me, don't let me die."

"Come on, save people!"

Meng Shaoyuan's mournful cry resounded in the night...

……

Xiang Shounong failed.

Anyone can see that Xiang Shounong is not going to succeed.

He lay there with empty eyes: "I can't die... I don't want to die, I'm afraid..."

"Old Xiang, don't die, none of us will die." Meng Shaoyuan held his hand tightly: "Live well, young master, I will take you to get rich."

"Master Meng, don't lie to me." Xiang Shounong, who had taken morphine, seemed to be in good spirits: "I have saved a lot of money, a lot, and you brought us all the money... We old brothers, thanks to your blessings Ah... money, I don't want it anymore, find a doctor, save me, give him all my money..."

A tear flowed down the corner of Meng Shaoyuan's eye.

This is the first time he has shed tears in this era.

"Master Meng, you are a pervert, really a pervert."

Xiang Shounong suddenly laughed, then he let out a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes...

……

"There are so many heroic things to talk about, so much heroic blood to shed...

That Shounong is one of the seven tigers of the Ministry of Fire, who was nicknamed "Creepal Tiger". He is good at using a machine gun. With a machine gun, no one survives within a hundred steps...

On that day, the Zhenchuan Brigade of the Japanese army was killed by Xiang Shounong with one machine gun and one man, and Masao Makawa was beaten like a sieve... But that day, the comet passed through the fire, and it happened to be a creeper. A dying Japanese soldier, a bullet pierced the reptile's heart, the army commanded seven tigers, and the reptile Xiang guarded Nong Xiangye, and died together with the [-] Japanese soldiers...

That ray of loyal soul returned to the god position.It is still the post of the god of the southern three qi fire stars.

Predict what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down! "

(End of this chapter)