Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

In Jiaocheng, figures kept flashing past, and the sound of telegrams and reports kept coming.

Now Wuqianli's troops are outside the city, Commander Miura is frowning, he knows that a fierce battle will start at any time.

The devil's staff officer walked into the headquarters with hurried steps.

"Your Excellency Miura, news has just come in that the battle at Jiaoshui has begun, and Your Excellency Gu Chuan is currently relying on the city wall to defend."

"They asked Pingyao for help not long ago, but it still takes time for the reinforcements to arrive."

Miura nodded: "It will take at least a day and a half for Pingyao's reinforcements to arrive, and Gu Chuan-kun is under tremendous pressure."

"What's the current situation on our side?"

"Retreat!" The staff officer said: "The artillery troops of the Tuba Road retreated a lot, but I don't know why they did so?"

Miura chuckled: "They are worried about the artillery of the empire."

"Although our artillery numbers are not as good as theirs, we have the advantage of the height of the terrain, so we can see their movements more clearly and respond faster."

"Tubalu was worried that the empire's artillery would fire first, so he had to move the artillery back. However, in this way, if they want to threaten the city wall, they can only rely on infantry to charge. This commander is still too young."

"Tell the Pinghe Brigade to deepen the trenches overnight and build bomb shelters at the same time."

"In addition, inform the soldiers that all the artillery is on the city wall. Once Tubalu dares to charge, it will be covered by artillery fire immediately!"

"Roms!"

At the same time, Wu Qianli came to the artillery position.

"Old Yang, how are your preparations going?"

Yang Zhihua panted heavily and said, "Commander, according to your instructions, the artillery has retreated to a safe area."

"However, in this way, the siege can only be handed over to the infantry, and we will at most cause damage to the devil's forward position."

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "Jiaocheng has high walls and thick walls, and the devils have machine gun bunkers. If we rely solely on infantry, the casualties will be too great. Don't worry, our troops will be wiped out before we reach Qingxu."

Yang Zhihua spread his hands: "Then what should we do? The artillery can't move forward, and the infantry can't attack the city wall. How can we fight this battle?"

Wu Qianli smacked his lips: "Actually, the most troublesome part of the siege is the artillery on the devil's tower. After carrying their artillery, there will be no problems afterwards."

Yang Zhihua smacked his lips: "It's easy to say, why don't you mobilize the plane again and launch an attack from the air?"

Wu Qianli glanced at him and pointed to the truck behind: "Why don't you know how to work around?"

"Where the infantry artillery can't reach, can it also not hit?"

Yang Zhihua was taken aback for a moment: "88 bombarded the city tower, isn't that a bit extravagant?"

"The shells of this artillery are scarce, and all the shells are fired are money!"

"Are we short of money?" Wu Qianli patted Yang Zhihua's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be so rigid!"

"Get ready. At five o'clock tomorrow morning, wake up the devils. The infantry bombarded the position, 88 bombarded the city tower, and fired rapidly in 10 minutes."

"Yes!" Yang Zhihua replied distressedly.

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The next morning.

The ghost who stayed up all night was a little tired at this time.

Just as many devils were fighting eyelids, there was a sudden boom in the distance.

Miura was startled, and quickly picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance.

In the next second, the shells exploded in the forward position outside the city.

Immediately, flames and dust covered the entire position, and even he, who was far away on the tower, could feel the heat wave hitting his face.

Miura put down the binoculars, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the shells of the Tuba Road can only hit our forward positions at most."

"It's a pity that I was already prepared, and the bomb crater and deepened trench came in handy at this time!"

The devil's staff officer nodded, and said with a proud face: "Your Excellency, captain, is wise."

"We have made complete preparations. When the artillery bombardment of the Tuba Road is over, their infantry should charge."

"Yeah!" Miura laughed and said, "Tell our artillerymen to get ready, as soon as the Tubalu shows its head, it will fire immediately."

"Since they are here, let them come and go."

"Hayi!" The devil's staff officer agreed first.

But just when all the devils on the tower thought they were safe here, the tower was suddenly bombarded.

In an instant, the ground shook, the city wall collapsed, and pieces of rubble fell.

"Your Excellency, captain, be careful!"

The devil's staff officer who reacted quickly roared and threw Miura to the ground.

After the shell exploded, Miura shook the dust off his hat, slowly raised his head, looked around, his eyes were full of shock.

"Miki-kun, Yuzhong-kun!"

He kept calling his men's names, but no one answered him.

Pushing away the devil's staff officer who was pressing on him, Miura stood up slowly.

"What's going on here? Why can Tubalu's shells hit so far?"

However, his doubts are destined no one can explain.

At this moment, bursts of loud and clear voices came from not far away.

On the Eighth Route Army's position, a soldier blew the charge horn with a trumpet.

Immediately afterwards, two tanks rushed towards their position at an extremely fast speed from not far away.

There are thousands of troops and horses behind the tank, and everyone roars under the red flag like a tide.

Wu Qianli took the lead with a submachine gun in his hand, and rushed into the devil's position first.

Several battalion commanders followed closely behind, and quickly dispersed with their respective troops around Wu Qianli.

"Da da da!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of submachine guns, rifles, light and heavy machine guns, and the explosion of grenades and tank shells continued to sound.

The devil hiding in the bomb crater just poked his head out, and was beaten into a sieve before he could shoot.

Seeing this scene, some quick-reacting devils wanted to climb out of the trench with both hands and feet, but they were kicked back into the trench by the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were chasing up, followed by a shuttle.

Wu Qianli looked around, and found that Pinghe, who was about to flee, raised the AK47 in his hand and shot it.

"boom!"

The bullet whizzed past, passed through the crowd and hit his calf with precision.

Ping He staggered and fell directly to the ground, Chen Kuan raised his sword high and swung it down heavily.

Suddenly, a round human head rolled down the slope and fell into the trench.

"Don't waste time, if you can use a gun, use a gun to solve it!"

"Zhou Weiguo, don't use tanks to deal with devil soldiers, blow open the city gate for me first!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli looked at the tower with cold eyes, and met Miura's eyes.

With just one look, Miura on the tower was like falling into an ice cellar, and all the fine hairs on his body stood up.

"Retreat! Retreat, retreat back to the city, ask for support, ask for support!"

Miura yelled in horror, but his body was already too frightened to move.

Thanks to the fact that there were two slightly injured devil soldiers carrying him not far away, he was able to barely get down the tower!