Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　Qian Bohou is a battalion commander of the 150mm plus howitzer regiment. At this time, he touched the barrel of a large-caliber artillery beside him, clicked his tongue and said: "Hey, this artillery is still very powerful, it has a long distance, and Fry a big piece."

　　Since he was assigned to this field artillery regiment, he has meticulously carried every artillery under his command, oiled it every day, checked and recuperated, and cared for it with confidence.

　　Every time he shelled, he would feel inexplicably refreshed, especially the feeling of blowing up the enemy, which was even more exhilarating.

　　He used to be a member of the Sichuan Army, and later as some Sichuan Army troops joined the Iron Blood Army, he was assigned to the artillery. In order to adapt to these powerful artillery, Qian Bohou struggled every day.

　　until they can fight independently.

　　This group of Sichuan troops who joined the Jagged Army have gone through many battles, and now they have become elite soldiers.

　　"Raise the muzzle two inches, 43000 meters ahead, get ready, let go!"

　　Qian Bohou tested the ruler himself, and then commanded.

　　"Boom boom boom!"

　　All the artillery battalions, including Qian Bohou, began shelling.

　　The sound of the sky-shaking cannon resounded through the world for a while.

　　The shells hit the slopes of the distant mountains one by one.

　　"Grandma, I used to be afraid of being poor, but now I'm a land rich man!"

　　Qian Bohou stared at him and laughed loudly, killing these bastards.

　　Listening to the thundering sound of the cannon, let alone how happy he was, he enjoyed this feeling very much.This time the little devil was unlucky.

　　Qian Bohou was happy here, but Diane Lan frowned. He found that Little Japan had already mastered it, and the defense line was adjusted again, most of them took the mountain as their position. .

Chapter 556 Another division is gone

　　"The Iron Blood Army is coming!"

　　A little Japanese with gauze wrapped around his head roared loudly. His blood was still dripping down his cheeks drop by drop.

　　"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

　　Yamada Kyohei yelled: "The distance of 100 meters, put it closer and shoot again, we don't have much ammunition!"

　　In the past, it was always three 400 meters, but now I have been forced to save ammunition. Poor Yamada Kyohei is now at the end of the mountain.

　　They were besieged for two days, and after many times of artillery fire, there were still 2000 people left, but the 2000 people were already exhausted, and now they all began to eat tree-bark and wild fruits.

　　The conditions were extremely difficult. If it weren't for the glory of the soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Empire to support them, they might have already retreated.Then retreat is also waiting for death, _ might as well fight.

　　Two days later, Chu Yunfei ordered the sharp knife group to start a tentative attack.

　　Little Japan has already started to attack, the [-]-type heavy machine gun and the crooked sub-machine gun fired/started, followed by the sound of [-] gunshots and constant growlers.

　　There are also a small amount of mortar and grenadier sounds.

　　They have reached a desperate situation, and now they are working extraordinarily hard.

　　"This firepower is really good." The little soldier who was attacking couldn't help but said that he had just fired three bullets when he was suppressed by a [-]-type heavy machine gun, holding a semi-automatic rifle and shrinking behind a big rock.

　　"Is this okay?" A tall and strong veteran holding a general-purpose machine gun pouted and said, then set up the general-purpose machine gun in a hidden place, and immediately began to fight back.

　　In addition, several general-purpose machine guns also changed seasons, and semi-automatic rifles began to emit bullets one after another.

　　The firepower is intensive, and it is facing/against Little Japan.

　　"Boom boom boom!"

　　The 150mm plus howitzer, 105mm howitzer, and 80mm cannon blasted uninterruptedly, covering the infantry's charge.

　　"You still dare to resist, I don't even need money to throw my cannonballs up!"

　　Looking at the hillside ahead, Qian Bohou commanded his artillery battalion without hesitation.

　　Ever since he joined the Jagged Army, he has never worried about the lack of shells, so now he can safely smash them with his life.At this time, he sighed a little. Fortunately, he came to the Iron Blood Army, otherwise he would still be in Qiongshangou now.

　　At the beginning of the Sichuan Army, it was good to have a gun in a regiment, let alone a 150mm plus howitzer. In their regiment, they didn't even know what a 150mm plus howitzer was.

　　"Father Ge, write a letter to the Sichuan Army when you have time, and you must recruit more people. Now only the Iron Blood Army can save Huaxia." Qian Bohou had long held the idea of ​​joining the Iron Blood Army.

　　If Tang Qingyu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely laugh, because now there are so many arsenals in the Tietong District, if they can't supply shells, it will be a complete joke.

　　"The firepower is too strong, I can't stop it at all. Is the sky going to kill me?" Yamada Kyohei wanted to cry, but now he occupied a strong terrain on the mountain, and he was still passively beaten. When he was fleeing, the heavy artillery had long since disappeared. , only some mortars and grenades remained, but the range of these was pitifully small.

　　"Prepare the homage grenade to the Emperor!"

　　In the end, Yamada Kyohei issued an order that he had never wanted to give. He stared blankly at the sky, in a daze. He had already drawn out his samurai sword. Unbutton the clothes, revealing the belly.

　　"puff!"

　　The long and narrow samurai sword pierced through the entire abdomen, and the tip of the knife was exposed from the back. Blood gurgled from the abdomen. He stared unwillingly, with infinite nostalgia, and gradually fell down.

　　Even death cannot rest in peace.

　　Yamada Kyohei died, their division commander died, and the remaining crowd was leaderless and morale plummeted.

　　Chu Yunfei, who was watching the battlefield with a binoculars, smiled happily. He threw the binoculars to the guards around him, took the Suomi submachine gun, and ordered: "The whole division, except for the non-combatants, is all engaged in the attack. I'm going to fly their shit out!"

　　…………

　　"Guawazi, what did you hear?" The veteran with a machine gun listened attentively and asked the little soldier.

　　"It seems to be the sound of a trumpet..."

　　"Horn, that's an attack. Take up your weapon, kid, and attack with me." The veteran's eyes were unusually bright.

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　　This time, I want to see the little devil running away under his machine gun!

　　The mountain group army has a very mixed composition. There are Jinsui Army, Sichuan Army, direct descendants, and recruits, but at this time they are twisted into one strand.

　　Although the little devil was fighting hard at the end, he was still suppressed by the Iron Blood Army.

　　"Mortar!"

　　The head of the sharp knife regiment of the second mountain division roared.

　　Nearly 60 mortars and 80 mortars were erected.

　　Although the head of the little devil's division is dead, and the group has no leader, the little devil still showed tenacity. He wanted to give a back when he was dying.

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　　"Kill those grenades!"

　　The head of the group observed the environment with a telescope and immediately issued an order.

　　The little devil dared to be rampant there after talking about a few grenade launchers, it was simply amusing.

　　"Boom boom boom!"

　　Mortars rang immediately.

　　A little Japanese was directly blown out. He just fired a grenade and was blown up.

　　The artillery of several little devils also disappeared.

　　Murakami hid behind a rock stubbornly, watching the mortar shells flying all over the sky, and the figures one after another were blown away, thankful that he hid quickly.

　　The screeching sound of shells filled his ears.

　　But he didn't have good luck for a long time, a shell directly pierced his side, and then...

　　His eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

　　With the mortars moving forward and the infantry attacking, soon the last of the division was overwhelmed.

　　An hour later, the last 300 people were trapped in a mountain depression.

　　They have no way to escape.

　　Dense mortars were aimed at them, waiting for the next death order to be shot.

　　"It's over, there is no way to escape!"

　　"Sayaka Tashiro, I'll never see you again."

　　"What it's like to never see cherry blossoms again!"

　　A Japanese major muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over. .

Chapter 557

　　At this time, the heavy artillery of various calibers of the Jagged Army had already moved forward, aligning their height and coordinates with the positions of the three hundred little Japanese.

　　After receiving the battle situation, Di Anlan smiled and said, "Isn't this anti-aircraft guns hitting mosquitoes..." He shook his head, isn't it anti-aircraft guns hitting mosquitoes, 300 people, just push people forward, and you have to give artillery of various calibers Set it up, ready to shoot.

　　"Boom! Boom!"

　　Amidst the loud noise, countless shells fell towards the poor 300 people Japanese devils.

　　dusty.

　　…………

　　Dalongshan base.

　　"Another division is gone, very good." Tang Qingyu lay on the sofa, smoking a cigar, looking at the holographic map, a certain mountainous area in North Korea, and laughed.

　　Anyway, watching the disappearance of every little devil in "[-]", he just wanted to laugh, and he was happy.

　　"Order, the Mountain Army will take a rest and move forward to confront Little Japan, waiting for the arrival of the Foreign Legion and the Jinsui Army."

　　Tang Qingyu thought for a while, and ordered that he would use overwhelming force to completely wipe out the last strength of North Korea's little Japan.

　　Smoking a cigar, Tang Qingyu slowly shifted his gaze to a certain place, now it's time for the lone wolf to make a move.

　　As long as the lone wolf removes Kim/Il Sung, the rest will be easy.

　　The spies of the Military Intelligence Department have already infiltrated the North Korean government and gained a good position. As long as they raised their arms and shouted, people would follow, and North Korea was still under his control.

　　In North Korea, it started to rain, and the whole city of Seoul was covered by heavy rain and twilight, with ghostly shadows of ancient buildings looming.

　　At the same time, a black umbrella suddenly appeared in a remote alleyway.The man holding the umbrella was slender and looked a bit muscular. Under the cover of the black umbrella, the black man who couldn't see his face walked slowly.

　　On a long street, there is a restaurant. Although the Iron Blood Army has already hit North Korea, it still does not affect the sound of the restaurant in Seoul.