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861, dead, one hundred and one hundred(1/2)

Time goes back five minutes ago.

Major Fujiwara is still calling Domomoto Yukiji.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Grandpa Fujiwara felt a shock all over and almost fell down.

He immediately realized that the main artillery tower where he was located was bombed by artillery shells. The Eighth Route Army had already targeted the main artillery tower.

Oops……

Major Fujiwara immediately felt something was wrong.

Is it going to be broken so soon? Isn’t there even a chance to struggle?

Various screams came.

However, some Japanese soldiers were involuntarily calling out.

They were indeed frightened.

After the five artillery towers were destroyed in succession, the defenders in the main artillery tower were also extremely nervous.

No one wants to be buried alive in vain, right?

However, they can't find any solution.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a gunshot was heard.

Suddenly, a Japanese lieutenant committed suicide by raising a gun.

Fujiwara was stunned.

Nani?

suicide?

Now?

Should I be so anxious...

Then I understood the psychology of the Japanese lieutenant.

It wishes it could die soon and then enter the Yasukuni Shrine. Instead of struggling in the ruins like everyone else did.

The five artillery towers destroyed by the Eighth Route Army were all turned into ruins. There were still many Japanese troops who had not yet died in the ruins. But no one could save them. They could only die in endless pain.

Many defenders were crushed with their hands and feet or bones, and could not move at all. If they wanted to commit suicide, they could no longer move their bodies.

At this moment, the only thing they could pray for was the Eighth Route Army to give them a shot.

However, there was no movement in the Eighth Route Army.

The Eighth Route Army watched from a distance from the wall.

Letting yourself die happily suddenly became a luxury.

Why is this happening?

Fujiwara didn't know.

It seems like this wouldn't have been before.

When the Japanese army first occupied Shanxi, they were full of energy and energy.

It seems to have started a month or two ago? The morale of the Japanese army seemed to have been much lower. It may be because the battles were being defeated everywhere.

Although the top Japanese troops strictly blocked the news of the defeat, it could not be concealed in the end.

Especially those who work on the railway, this is the best thing to know.

Late at night, there are always "heards" filled with urns passing by quietly.

The Imperial Army has suffered consecutive defeats in the past two or three months, and the losses are very serious. The corpse cannot be recovered, so it can only be replaced by urns.

So, are there real ashes in the urn? No one knows it, and no one dares to look at it carefully. Perhaps it may be wood ash.

As defenders of Jingxing Coal Mine, they seemed to feel the arrival of doomsday.

Instead of suffering, you should stop committing suicide.

fortunately……

The vibration stopped quickly.

There was no obvious damage to the main artillery tower.

Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief. The main artillery tower was still very solid.

When the artillery tower was built, many abandoned railway tracks were used as core support and a lot of cement was used.

The walls outside the artillery tower are almost as thick as one meter. They can be said to be very, very strong.

When other artillery towers were easily destroyed, the main artillery tower finally proved its value.

However……

"laugh!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, another loud bang came.

Then, Fujiwara felt a dizzy moment, almost unable to stand firm. Her internal organs were shocked and wanted to explode.

not good!

He was bombarded again.

Fujiwara subconsciously wanted to lie down, but found that she was still holding the microphone in her hand.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

Yukiji Domoto asked anxiously on the phone.

He also heard a huge explosion from the microphone. It seemed that the distance was very close?

"Report……"

"Your Excellency Colonel..."

"The main artillery tower was shot by cannons..."

Fujiwara's difficult answer.

He tried hard to support the table with his hands.

Fortunately, this explosion did not break the wall. It was basically fine in the artillery building.

Only a few Japanese soldiers fell to the ground by the strong shock waves, but they all struggled hard to get up. There should be no casualties.

Thanks to the sturdy main artillery tower...

If it is not strong enough, they are dead...

"laugh!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, another loud bang came.

Major Fujiwara could no longer hold on, and felt a dizzy turn, and then fell to the ground.

Being bombarded again...

Tujia Route Army is still firing at the main artillery tower...

There were all kinds of incomplete consciousness in his mind, and it finally came into one sentence: I was going to die.

Although this shelling still did not blow through the wall. However, the violent explosion had already shattered the inside of the wall. A lot of gravel was splashed with cement blocks.

Some of the Japanese soldiers were beaten to the point of bleeding. Some were hit in the eyes, probably blind.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you are blind or not...

Fujiwara is sure that the Eighth Route Army will continue to shell the shelling...

"laugh!"

"boom!"

Sure enough, there was another violent explosion.

This time, the wall of the main gun tower was finally blown through a hole.

The violent explosion caused the Japanese troops in the main artillery tower to fall to the ground. Some of them bleeded in seven orifices and died on the spot.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with the Hulao Pass?"

Yukiji Domoto asked anxiously.
To be continued...
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