The first thing Ma Qian'an said when he grabbed the phone was to thank Zhou Yucheng.

"Old Zhou, thank you! Fortunately, you shot the cannon in time, otherwise I would be separated from you by Yin and Yang."

Zhou Yucheng snorted and said, "Hmph! Do you think I am like you and I will never save you, but..." Zhou Yucheng continued with some concern: "I fired a few shots in advance, so the Japanese will not discover our intentions, right?"

Do you still remember the relationship? In other words, reason is one thing, and feelings are another. Ma Qian'an knew that Zhou Yucheng was still worried about the two people discussing the rescue issue. He blinked several times, and finally he laughed and lowered his head to "admit his mistake."

"I remember, I owe you a life, right? Don't worry, only a few cannons fire, how could the old Japanese be so smart? Can he still figure it out? If he is so smart, he will be my son."

"This is almost the same." Zhou Yucheng rumbled, and the following words were gone.

Ma Qian'an just finished mocking the enemy's stupidity and was immediately slapped in the face.

The first Japanese brigade stopped after being blocked and did not launch an attack as quickly as Ma Qian'an imagined. The Japanese also knew that the battle on Zuibaling had ended and could no longer use the chaos on the mountain to make troubled waters. They stopped tactfully and stopped to redeploy according to the offensive regulations.

The subsequent Japanese troops rushed into the horseshoe-shaped valley one after another and set up formations on the open ground around Zuibaling.

There is no hurry to twist the bamboo waist, really no hurry. He believes that the enemy has become a turtle in the jar. There is still time to carefully arrange the offensive position, clarify the order of the attack, and exchange the minimum casualties for the greatest victory.

Soon, Ma Qian'an was surprised and saw some Japanese unloading some equipment from the donkey, pulling out a long antenna, aiming it at Zuibaling and activate them.

What kind of bird thing is this?

The answer to him was the sound of earth-shaking explosions.

Ma Qian'an's face suddenly became old and stared at the Japanese in the distance with a smile from the telescope.

Damn it! The remote-controlled bomb buried at the foot of the mountain before the war was actually detonated one by one by the Japanese. Why are these Japanese so treacherous? They are actually equipped with radio transmitters specifically for remote-controlled bombs.

Seeing that the remote-controlled bomb carefully prepared by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces was detonated without acting, Zhu Xiao twisted his sword and was marveling at the huge power of the bomb, and was afraid, and he couldn't help but praise Shen Di Guizhi.

"Yaxi! You have made great contributions to you. Without your proposal, we will pay a huge price today. I want to ask you for me!"

He smiled deeply and danced with a "humble" smile.

After suffering enough of this kind of bomb, how could Guizhi not hate this weapon? Since he captured an undetonated bomb a few days ago, Guizhi has recruited a list of technicians in the army to dismantle the bomb. He finally figured out the principle and finally used several radio stations to make a launcher a few days ago. Aunt Amaterasu blessed me and succeeded in one fell swoop.

In contrast to the pride of being twisted by bamboo waist and digging deep into Guizhi, the soldiers on the zuibaling who were responsible for detonating the remote-controlled bomb were fiddling with the launcher with frustration, tossing and turning to determine whether the launcher was malfunctioning. They were mentally hit and were reluctant to admit that it was the Japanese who cracked this weapon, and they cursed in their hearts.

Oh shit!

The Japanese lifted the threat of remote-controlled bombs and began to deploy attacking troops step by step. Teams of Japanese soldiers drove to the offensive positions around Zuibaling, laying telephone lines, assembling and installing various artillery and heavy machine guns, preparing to launch an attack.

There is a brigade on each side of the east and north, and an infantry brigade and a horse-devouring cavalry brigade were deployed on the south side, including the bamboo waist twisting command. Huang Yaya was covered with green grass.

However, in the eyes of Ma Qian'an on the top of the mountain, the Japanese did not have much to cover the sky. The open land around Zuibaling was several square kilometers. If the Japanese were as dense as the surrounding area of ​​their command, this place could have placed tens of thousands of Japanese troops. The Japanese troops were concentrated and scattered, and in most areas of the open area, there were even only a few telephone soldiers or messengers running.

Twenty minutes later, the last Japanese soldiers who had broken the rear finally entered the open land and joined the nearby teams of Zhuyao Twisted. At this point, all the Japanese troops of more than 5,000 people arrived at the battlefield.

At the top of a mountain peak outside the horseshoe-shaped ridge, dozens of members of the observation team hid in the canopy of a big tree, concentrating on observing the enemy situation through the cannon of the cannon.

Every observer has a responsible area. When he sees the enemy walking into the area he is responsible for observing and can't stop there, the observer will whisper and quickly send his data to his companions below. The companions who receive the information quickly report the message to Wang Xiaoqing, the artillery command post, and the entire chain suddenly starts to run.

On each gun position, one 82 mortar was removed from its camouflage, and the brand new muzzle was gloomy and pointed toward the front with its head held high, one by one

The shell box was placed around the perimeter, the lid was opened, and the shells were shining with oil inside were exposed. The fuses were spinning, and the medicine bags were ready to stop. The gunners stood quietly in their respective battle positions and waited quietly for orders, with solemn expressions on their faces and remained motionless.

Several kilometers away, ten Katyusha launch guides had been installed. The gasoline engine emitted a uniform buzzing sound, providing powerful energy to the Katyusha generator. The long 130mm rocket lies quietly on the guide rail, emitting a threat of infiltration. The commander commanded the rocket soldiers to fine-tune the angle according to the data they received, and the command sound echoed in the forest.

About one kilometer behind the mountain pass where the Japanese had just entered, a team of ingenious Anti-Japanese United Army soldiers hid in a valley, sat on the ground and waited calmly. They were soldiers of the special squadron. The special squadron received a task that after the battle started, they immediately advanced forward and seized the favorable terrain near the mountain pass, and intercepted the Japanese who might have escaped. Ma Qian'an's order was to completely eliminate the Japanese and eliminate the Japanese in the encirclement.

In addition to the special squadrons, the guard company, reconnaissance company and air defense company also receive similar tasks. The attack targets of their four troops are different and of the same nature.

Zhang Xiaohua lay on a high ground, with a circle of camouflage hats made of artemisia on her steel helmet, and she showed her face and carefully observed the front. She fell in love with a protruding side slope not far from the mountain pass, and decided to wait a while to seize the blocking position as soon as possible. She was concentrating on counting how many Japanese sentinels there were in this raised land. Yang Hong ran up from behind with two people.

Zhang Xiaohua turned her head and saw that she knew one of them, Yang Boyong, the captain of the fourth brigade of the 12th Detachment. She didn't know the other big bald man. She didn't look like a soldier in the Anti-Japanese United Army, and she looked like a bandit. Zhang Xiaohua had been a bandit and knew it with a glance, but she didn't care and nodded and made Yang Boyong's joke.

"Ye! Boyong, are you still alive? I heard that you have enough hands and don't even want a prisoner."

Yang Boyong rolled his eyes and retorted "angryly": "My sister Hua, don't talk nonsense. The conscience of heaven and earth is not that I don't want to capture prisoners, but that the little Japanese devils are too "Bushido". They committed suicide and were unwilling to accept my business. So there have been a few times. It was done by the righteous people, and they can't stop them. I can't kill the people, right?"

Yang Boyong said, pointing to the big bald leopard following behind him.
Chapter completed!