Compared with Colonel Lin, who gave up his only chance, Liu Lang, who was eyeing him, was looking for his own chance.

I don’t know if it was because of the Japanese’s arrogance or because they were very tired after a few days of fierce battles, and the Japanese patrols near the command center were surprisingly few.

Two hours passed, and Liu Lang and his remaining soldiers of more than 20 were not exposed, but even found an abandoned tunnel position about 1,500 meters away from the headquarters.

Liu Lang took the soldiers away from the Japanese command that he had finally found without hesitation and entered the tunnel.

The brightly lit farmyard in the distance has become a small highlight in everyone's vision, and it is once again out of reach.

This move is even more incomprehensible to most soldiers than attacking the enemy command like a moth to a flame. Compared with the former, the method of suicide by cutting the neck, the latter is simply desperate to lose all courage.

How tough nerves do you need to build a position in the encirclement of tens of thousands of enemies?

But Liu Lang just did this.

Liu Lang's plan was originally very simple. The moment before the National Army launched an attack, these remnants of soldiers with simple positions would shoot and attract the attention of the guards, and he would sneak into the Japanese headquarters alone to carry out a beheading operation.

The Japanese army, who had been suddenly attacked in history, was defeated after suddenly losing command. That was Liu Lang's chance to survive in his death and could not defeat the Japanese with a strong morale, but it should not be difficult to escape from the Japanese who had lost their fighting spirit.

If Liu Lang was not that bad as Chi Dakui and the soldiers thought, he would be rushing towards the command center. Not to mention anything else, the two machine guns placed at the gate of the farmyard would make the more than 20 people feel hatred on the way to charge.

However, doing this does not mean there is no risk. Even if they are holding their positions, with this crooked light machine gun and ten rifles, it is still a big question whether they can hold on for twenty minutes under the impact of a squadron.

If you keep it for twenty minutes, those who are lucky enough to die will survive. If you can’t keep it, it will be the end of the group destruction, and the risk will be huge.

Looking at the pocket watch, it was already past midnight. Liu Lang was summoning Chi Dakui and Zhao Ergou to tell them his decision. Suddenly, the sound of a rumbling car engine came from his ears.

Liu Lang turned around in a terrifying manner. Two snow-lit lights were shining towards this side in the dark night. Although it was still far away, all the soldiers fell to the ground.

Liu Lang narrowed his eyes. As the roar of the car engine gradually approached, Liu Lang's pupils gradually adapted to the brightness that was no longer pitch black.

After the night was two hundred meters away, a six-wheeled truck was still two hundred meters away from them. The direction of their journey was exactly where they were. Perhaps because there were too many potholes on the battlefield and the truck was walking very slowly. After judging the time, Liu Lang couldn't help but want to curse. This Japanese man was so cautious when driving a car. In China, seventy years later, an 80-year-old lady could get away from them by ten streets even if she rode a bicycle.

Soon, Liu Lang knew why the truck was walking so slowly.

With a "bang", the car stopped, and the Japanese in the car screamed in anger. Although it was too far away, Liu Lang couldn't hear what they were shouting, but the light of the flashlight carried by the seven or eight figures that jumped out of the truck finally allowed Liu Lang to see what was hindering their speed.

The shadow behind the truck was a cannon.

Maybe he encountered a big pit. The black cannon, which was not very huge, actually flipped into the pit. Seven or eight Japanese devils were trying to straighten the cannon.

A huge joy suddenly filled Liu Lang's chest. He was really sleepy and encountered a pillow. It was a surprise attack with a casualty rate of up to 99%, but it had a long-range killing weapon.

The Japanese army really lived up to the title of transport brigade captain in the anti-Japanese war drama, and actually delivered this thing to his door when he needed it the most.

As the most elite special forces in the Republic, he has trained all kinds of things in the Navy, Army and Air Force. Liu Lang, the latest J-10 fighter, had nearly 400 hours of flight time, so he naturally did a lot of artillery fire. Liu Lang once had a record of single-soldier operating PP89 100mm mortar hitting 100% in a row. Even professional artillery shook his head at Liu Lang and admired that this guy was born with the talent of artillery fire.

However, there is a big difference between the cannons seventy years ago and the high-tech integrated cannons in later generations. Out of caution, of course, he was also thinking of catching a blind cat and hitting a dead mouse. Liu Lang asked in a low voice: "Who have you ever fired a cannon?"

Liu Lang had little hope of finding the artillery technical troops among a group of infantry soldiers. At worst, it would be better to fire a few more guns. As for whether he could kill the Japanese commander, it could only depend on luck.

"Sir, I have been an artillery before." Zhao Ergou suddenly raised his hand.

"You?" Not only Liu Lang was confused, but even Chi Dakui and others were a little stunned.

If Liu Lang remembers correctly, Zhao Ergou's previous military rank showed that he was just a top private. In other words, he was the legendary cannon fodder. If he didn't engage in high-tech artillery, but came to the front line as cannon fodder, it would be no wonder that everyone, including Liu Lang, could hardly believe it.

"Really, sir, I didn't lie." Zhao Ergou's face turned red and he argued in a low voice.

"I used to be the artillery squad leader in the Northeast Shaoshang, but later the Japanese came..." Seeing that everyone was still having doubts on their faces, Zhao Ergou explained weakly.

It turned out that he was a deserter, who fled from the white mountain and black soil in the northeast to the deserter in China. A year ago, the deserter who had all become deserters from leaders to soldiers.

Liu Lang understood that the former deserter was so out of control after killing the Japanese. The despair of retreating and being unable to escape could almost make normal people collapse.

"How is your level?" Liu Lang was delighted, but his face remained silent.

"Hehe, sir, I'm not going to blow, I'm born to shoot cannons. Whether it's the Japanese's grenade launcher, the 92 infantry cannon, or the Western war defense cannon, I can do it. Within a thousand meters, I dare not say that ten shots are hit ten shots, and nine shots are definitely fine!" When talking about his professional skills, Zhao Ergou's face was full of confidence, as if he was afraid that Liu Lang would not believe it. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Japanese army who were still busy not far away, and said with certainty: "Sir, the Japanese are hitting the Type 41 75mm mountain cannon."

"Okay, that's you." Liu Lang nodded happily, "Now let's go and kill the Japanese and rob their cannons."

Finally, I was able to fight the Japanese. The soldiers who suppressed them for half a night were not afraid, but more excited. As for what to do after alarming the Japanese, that was what the commander should think.

The gunshot of "Bang Gou'er" kicked off the official start of Liu Lang's beheading operation.
Chapter completed!