Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

"Hmph! Who are you trying to scare! Brothers, don't listen to him, they don't dare to shoot. They always won't shoot as long as we don't shoot first. When we all enter the city, then, hehe!" The battalion commander narrowed his sinister triangular eyes and encouraged his subordinates.

Several veterans also said, "That's right! A similar thing happened the winter before last. It wasn't until we shot first and killed three of them that they fired back."

When the recruits heard what the veterans said and what the battalion commander said, they strengthened their confidence and walked towards the gap in the city wall with neat and small steps.

Seeing that he was unmoved, our army turned off the loudspeaker. Someone turned on the camera and pointed it at Yan Jun who was trying to force his way into the city.

There was still a hundred meters away, and the company commander waved his hand down heavily!

A scream came from above Yan Jun's head.

"Mortar! Get down, fight back!"

Yan Jun soldiers took off their guns one after another, some lying on the ground, some half-kneeling, and some hurriedly looking for cover. There was no time to think too much and he hurriedly fired at our infantry fighting vehicle. The bullets jingled against the hard armor, scattering sparks.

Surprisingly, the mortar bombs fell to the ground but did not explode. It turned out that these were training bombs.

The camera recorded the video of Yan Jun suddenly lying down and fighting back.

After collecting the evidence, real artillery shells were put on and started firing, and a fixed-height proximity fuse was used.

This kind of artillery shell does not explode when it hits the ground, but explodes in the air at a certain height from the ground. It doesn't matter whether the enemy is hiding behind cover or lying on the ground.

In less than a minute, none of the dozens of Yan soldiers who had planned to squeeze into the gap in the city wall survived.

The rest of the Yan army had never seen such intensive artillery fire in their lives, including those veterans.

They were all frightened and retreated for a kilometer. When they saw that our army did not pursue them, they stopped and gathered the remaining defeated soldiers.

The battalion commander breathed for a long time and then said to the staff:

"Xiang, reported to the division headquarters, saying that the Eighth Route Army refused to carry out the order and took the lead in shooting at our battalion. Our battalion was forced to fight back and killed more than 200 enemy soldiers. However, because the city defense was strong, our battalion lost dozens of people. We failed to capture Ji County. We are now reorganizing our troops outside the city to prepare for war."

"But, how do I see that we fired first?" the naive soldier asked.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear the mortars from the Eighth Route Army?"

"Have you?" The soldier stepped aside and carefully recalled whether he had heard the sound of mortars.

Our army immediately sent the video data to their superiors. Judging from the video data, it was Yan Jun who walked 100 meters outside the city wall, suddenly took off his gun and shot at us. After more than ten seconds, the shell exploded overhead.

This proves that it was Yan Jun who provoked us first and fired the first shot at us. In fact, this is also true. Our side did not fire from the beginning to the end.

Because the mortars used by our army throughout the whole process did not fire.

Before Yan Tuhuang received the report, our radio stations, television stations, and newspapers were already in action. This time, we took advantage of public opinion.

Camp Commander Yan Jun calmed down and thought: This is wrong! The other party was only a company, we were a battalion, why did we run away instead?

"Gather the troops and fight back for me. We also have artillery. What are we afraid of?"

"Battal Commander, it's impossible! We only have two 92 infantry guns, three heavy machine guns, and six light machine guns. I'm afraid we can't even deal with those three armored vehicles!" the staff officer stopped the battalion commander in time.

"Then we have to go back. When the main force arrives and sees us staying here, we will be charged with escaping from the battlefield!"

The staff officer was still hesitating. Seeing this, the battalion commander drew his pistol and pointed it at the staff officer: "Go and organize the brothers to go back. You can lead the team yourself!"

The staff officer was worried and said, "I know!"

"Brothers, don't be afraid. There is only one company in the Eighth Route Army. Let's fight back and capture Ji County. Whatever we pick up after entering the city is ours!"

It's said to be "picking up", but in essence it's just robbing. Only the recruit thought he was really picking it up. I secretly thought that after entering the city, I must keep an eye on the ground and try to pick up a gold ingot.

With the incentives, morale has been lifted a bit. These people have been frightened by our artillery, and normal artillery shells are not that powerful. Our artillery shells are so abnormal!

Moreover, the artillery fire was only for less than a minute. God knows if there are more powerful weapons later?

The staff officer took the lead back to 500 meters outside Ji County and started walking around, seemingly checking the terrain, but in fact he was stalling for time, hoping to survive a little longer.

At this time, driven by his sixth sense, he looked back and saw the battalion commander squinting at him while playing with his small pistol.

He was so excited that he couldn't stop attacking!

"The first and second companies defend on the spot, cover with machine guns, push out the cannons, aim at the eighth-line armored vehicles, and blast them! The third company is ready to charge!"

The Type 92 infantry gun is not actually advanced. Its only advantage is its light weight. It weighs about two hundred kilograms and can be disassembled for transportation.

When aiming directly, the shells have less charge and are not powerful enough; when shooting in a straight direction, the range is not enough, and the longest distance is less than three kilometers.

When our army is seriously short of artillery, the Type 92 infantry gun is a good thing.

However, the Japanese have fought many battles with the Independent Brigade and the 386th Brigade in Jin Province, and have discovered that the Type 92 Infantry Artillery is rubbish in the face of our army's firepower. Carrying this kind of cannon is better than carrying a light machine gun. The light machine gun can at least be carried around and has a longer survival time.

The Type 92 infantry gun will be destroyed without a chance to fire. You can't run fast with it.

The Japanese then cooperated with Yan Jun and threw them to Yan Jun. Its own infantry brigade is equipped with mortars ranging from 81 mm to 150 mm, as well as some rapid-fire artillery.

In the first two years, the average Japanese battalion only had two Type 92 infantry cannons. In which case would traitor battalion-level units use them?

Yan Jun didn't know these inside stories, and thought that the Japanese took him very seriously, so he equipped the infantry battalion with the Type 92 infantry cannon that could only be equipped by the infantry brigade. In my heart, I felt grateful to the Japanese.

But when this equipment encounters our army, isn't it like holding an egg and hitting it against a rock?

Yan Jun took out the parts of the Type 92 infantry gun and started assembling it with confidence. Then it was dismantled into more scattered parts by our army's artillery fire and heavy machine guns, along with a ton of meat products.

Once again seeing more intense artillery fire than before, Yan Jun's Third Company, who was preparing to charge, didn't know whether they wanted to charge or escape. They rushed out without waiting for orders, and they rushed in all directions.

A few of the supervising troops who ran back were shot dead, and the rest turned back and charged towards Ji County.

The staff officer was also carried forward and rushed forward. As expected, this staff officer came in a hail of bullets. Survival skills are excellent.

He rushed a few steps towards the outside of the formation, then fell to the ground, motionless.

The rest of the charging Yan troops were knocked down by light and heavy machine guns and mortars. Most of them had lost their vitality, and a few were still rolling and wailing.

The other two companies ran again, this time farther, and they ran for a kilometer and a half before stopping. If you take a complete video of Yan Jun from high altitude and play it fast, they will be like table tennis: they rush to the edge of the city and are beaten back; then they rush to the edge of the city and are smashed back with great force!

The two companies that survived felt that after running for most of the day, their physical fitness had become much stronger. They usually don't get such a good exercise opportunity!

There was a soldier left outside the city. He was squatting on the ground and holding his head, trying not to rush or run away. He was so frightened.

When cleaning the battlefield, the soldier naturally became a prisoner. When asked why he didn't run away, he said that he had not received an order. It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders.

The Second Battalion and Second Company sent people out to clean the battlefield, and the enemy staff officer got up and honestly raised his hand.

His way of survival is: when charging, he cannot charge at the front, because the front will put a lot of pressure on the opponent and will be hit hard; he cannot charge at the back, with a supervising team behind him; he cannot charge in the middle, The middle is also the area that the opponent's machine gun likes.

So every time he rushed to the middle of the front and rear directions, and to the edge of the left and right directions, and when he was almost done, he would lie down and pretend to be dead. Wait until the fight is over before you get up. To ask, he was knocked unconscious by a cannonball.

With these skills, he participated in more than twenty battles, big and small, without making any achievements, but not only saved his life, but he was not even slightly injured!

When our soldiers heard about it, they exclaimed, "You are such a fucking talent!"

After strict screening, it was found that this staff officer had never killed anyone. At most, he had done some sneaky things.

Another honest soldier who fantasizes about picking up gold ingots in the city is certainly less likely to kill someone.

Both of them stayed. The staff officer among them had little room for development in the army, but he was good at making some small inventions and always had some fantastic ideas. He was sent to the rear to receive remedial scientific and cultural knowledge.

The honest soldier was sent to a post in a small ravine and became a ranger.

He had no battle to fight there and always felt that his life was meaningless.

Later, under the guidance of the squad leader, he was asked to find something meaningful to do. He felt that building a road was meaningful, so he moved stones when he had nothing to do and paved a road from the outpost to the barracks.