Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The next morning, at dawn, after Zhao Gang joined them, Li Yunlong, the commander of the Fifth Field Army, gave a command that shook the sky. All the soldiers were excited, and the cavalry rushed out like a hurricane, vowing to pursue and defeat the enemy, leaving the Japanese divisions with nowhere to escape.

However, at around two o'clock in the afternoon, a soldier accidentally triggered the first mine. A huge explosion sounded instantly, and the entire army had to slow down its march.

In order to prevent more casualties caused by landmines, Li Yunlong immediately arranged for engineers to carry out mine clearance work.

Landmines, a powerful weapon used by the weaker side, did indeed cause considerable trouble to the pursuing side.

The fleeing enemy can run without any worries, but the pursuing troops need to be on guard against the mines under their feet at all times, which naturally greatly reduces the speed of the pursuit.

But Li Yunlong was not discouraged. He quickly found a solution to the problem.

At night, he ordered his soldiers to build the modular arsenal and kicked everyone out, including Minister Zhang, to ensure the confidentiality of the work.

Surprisingly, after just one night of hard work, Li Yunlong successfully developed a mine-clearing drone.

Moreover, the assembly lines in the arsenal have intelligent programmed production capabilities and can produce in large quantities in a short period of time.

In just one hour, 50 drones of this type were produced.

These drones can fly at low altitudes and detect explosives within a distance of 20 meters.

Once they find explosives, they immediately spray them with paint to mark them.

The mine-clearing vehicle following behind can easily remove the mines according to the markings.

With this powerful weapon, the marching speed of the Fifth Field Army was once again improved, and landmines had basically no impact on the march.

Another night passed, and Li Yunlong once again used the arsenal to upgrade the drone. He drove everyone out and once again emphasized the importance of confidentiality.

By the next morning, the upgraded drone was able to detect not only metal explosives, but also non-metallic explosives using its sense of smell.

As the saying goes, "A bear's nose is better than a dog's, and it's hard to tell which one has a better sense of smell. If you want to know which is better, the bear's is usually better."

The sensitivity of a bear's nose is almost unmatched in the world, however, the electronic nose of this drone is hundreds of times more sensitive than a bear's nose.

Coupled with the network formed by drones, they can quickly locate various explosives, providing strong protection for the march of the Fifth Field Army.

The next night, Li Yunlong designed an unmanned mortar bomber. If return is not considered, it can attack targets up to 50 kilometers away if used once.

Now, the Fifth Field Army has such a powerful weapon in hand, and its morale is even higher.

They firmly believe that under the leadership of Li Yunlong, victory is just ahead.

In everyone's mind, an unsolved mystery quietly spread: Commander Li Yunlong, a general once known for his rough and unruly character, how come he seemed to have been reborn and become so wise?

A few years ago, he was just an illiterate old man, but now, his transformation is amazing.

However, after all, it was a good thing for our army. The soldiers hoped that Li Yunlong would become more powerful, and no one went into the reasons for Li Yunlong's transformation.

As the troops continued to pursue deeper, the way forward became increasingly difficult and dangerous.

The enemy seemed to have drawn inspiration from our past tactics, using methods such as digging up roadbeds, blowing up bridges, laying mines, and dismantling railroad tracks in an attempt to hinder our army's advance.

Moreover, the people who carried out these acts of destruction were the very local people we were supposed to rescue. This contrast is heartbreaking.

The people of this land have long suffered from the brutal oppression of Japanese pirates. In addition, with the ceasefire in the Southeast Asian battlefield, a large number of Japanese pirates were transferred to the Qi and Lu regions, making the local resistance situation unprecedentedly severe.

Fear is like an invisible net that tightly binds people's thoughts and actions, making them dare not have the slightest thought of rebellion.

The atrocities committed by the Japanese pirates were even more heinous. For every death of a Japanese pirate soldier, they would brutally massacre ten times as many innocent civilians, regardless of whether these civilians were involved or not. Even any ordinary citizen who failed to smile when facing the Japanese pirates might face the fate of being beheaded on the spot.

Under such high pressure, people could only bury their deep hatred for the Japanese pirates deep in their hearts and had to pretend to be submissive and humble on the surface.

When the defeated Japanese pirate troops fled in a panic, leaving behind a devastated land, the people who had once suffered from the bullying of the invaders were forced to carry out the enemy's orders - destroying their own path.

This is a heavy and bitter task. Every time they swing the tool, it seems to be cutting through their national self-esteem and hope for the future deep in their hearts.

When carrying out these destructive tasks, they had to display a twisted enthusiasm and efficiency, because any delay would result in a tragic fate of having their heads and bodies separated.

This situation makes people sigh and feel deeply moved.

Once upon a time, the people of this land spontaneously and enthusiastically assisted our army in destroying the enemy's transportation lines. It was a kind of national justice and a deep desire for freedom that came from the bottom of their hearts.

Today, the same acts of destruction are forced to be carried out under the enemy's iron hooves and sharp blades. The helplessness and sadness in them, like the biting cold wind in winter, penetrate people's hearts.

This is not just a battle of transportation lines, but also a battle of human hearts, a profound and cruel test of the limits of human nature.

Even Political Commissar Zhao Gang, who was known for his expertise in ideological work, was at a loss and felt powerless in the face of such helplessness and sorrow.

Those people are kind-hearted, but in these troubled times, the fear of death hangs over their hearts like a shadow. They are not only afraid of losing their own lives, but also afraid that their actions will implicate others and cause the deaths of innocent people.

Therefore, although they objectively helped the Japanese, they cannot be simply regarded as enemies.

However, it was these coerced acts of sabotage that actually hindered our army's pursuit.

When our army wanted to pursue the enemy quickly, they destroyed the road ahead; when our army repaired the road and passed through, they destroyed the newly repaired road again, cutting off our army's retreat.

Therefore, our army's marching speed had to be significantly slowed down, and we could only advance ten kilometers a day with difficulty.

After more than ten days of arduous journey, our army finally arrived in Nanle County, Puyang, Henan Province, and immediately turned its attention to the Liutun stronghold northwest of Daming City.

At that time, many enemy troops had gathered at the Liutun stronghold.

There were not only the brigade headquarters of the first brigade of the pseudo-East Asia Alliance Autonomous Army and two companies of the first regiment of Guo Dehui, the brigade headquarters special forces company and the newly established self-defense corps, totaling more than 500 people, but also ten Japanese soldiers.

As the war progressed, defeated Japanese soldiers and Yellow Shoe Army continued to pour in, causing the number of enemy troops in the Liutun stronghold to surge. The Yellow Shoe Army reached 3,000 and the Japanese soldiers increased to 500.

However, this amount of troops is not enough to fill the gap in the Fifth Field Army's 1st Column's teeth!

Commander Shen's deep and powerful voice, like the echo of an ancient war drum, suddenly rang out over the vast battlefield. The artillery fire of the 1st Column of the Fifth Field Army seemed to be an awakened ancient dragon, and with its incomparable majesty and anger, it instantly tore through the tranquil sky.

The artillery fire intertwined into an impenetrable fire net. Each shell was like an angry Thor's hammer, carrying blazing flames and deafening roars, cutting through the sky and pouring accurately on the Liutun stronghold, turning that piece of land into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The shells poured down from the sky like dense and rapid raindrops. Every deafening explosion was accompanied by wailing and desperate cries from the enemy positions.

Those once indestructible fortifications became shattered under the baptism of artillery fire. Dust and smoke intertwined into a chaos, shrouding the Liutun stronghold in a doomsday scene.

When the artillery fire finally stopped, the thick smoke slowly opened like a heavy curtain, and the battlefield became dead silent.

During this brief period of calm, the enemy discovered to their horror that they had not even spotted a single trace of our troops, and the only thing that caused them casualties was artillery fire.

The hearts of the enemy soldiers were filled with unprecedented fear and despair. They felt the power of the artillery fire that was like a punishment from heaven, and the heavy sense of oppression that followed.

In the face of this irresistible force, their once firm beliefs and courage seemed to be shattered in an instant, and their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Faced with such a desperate situation, the enemy no longer had any illusions about being able to resist this unstoppable force, and the fire of hope in their hearts had been completely extinguished.

So they chose the most direct and humiliating way - abandoning the Liutun stronghold and fleeing to Nanle County in a hurry.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, their backs looked particularly lonely and desolate. Every step they took was on the dust of failure, as if announcing their humiliation and despair to the world.

The flags and weapons that once belonged to them lay quietly on the battlefield, becoming the best witness of this victory.

Later, when these defeated soldiers were forced by the Japanese to repair artillery towers, they scoffed at this: no matter how solid the artillery tower was, it would be as fragile as an eggshell under the artillery fire of the Fifth Field Army!