The journey of the heavens starts from the underground transportation station

Not counting the rooftop platform, the turret has three floors in total. Shooting from the firing port on the second floor is a clever trick played by the Japanese.

The first floor was left vacant to prevent the Tubal guerrillas from lurking close to the blockhouse, blowing open the gate of the blockhouse and rushing in to kill themselves. Therefore, there were no stairs at all between the floors of the blockhouse. They were all connected by a simple wooden

After climbing up and down the ladder, the Japanese and puppet troops went upstairs and took away the wooden ladder. In this way, even if Tubal Road opened the door and rushed in, the Japanese and puppet troops could still resist on the second floor.

The third layer is not used because Tubalu is afraid that Tubalu may use projectile weapons, such as slingshots, kites, etc. Tubalu is cunning and cunning, and leaving the third layer also leaves room for retreat and defense.

"Taijun, the enemy is in the east!" Captain Li Hui reported as he hurriedly came down from the rooftop.

Laichuan went to the shooting hole and observed it, and determined that the source of the gunfire was to the east of the turret, so he ordered everyone to lie down at the shooting hole on the east side, while he, with the assistance of Ze Nakamura, controlled an Eleven

Type light machine gun, aiming at the place where the gun flame appeared three hundred meters away.

"Shoot it!" Nakamura ordered loudly.

"Fire! Shoot me!" Squad Leader Li, the dwarf, also ordered the brothers in his class.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, and countless bullets flew like raindrops three hundred meters away.

There was no one in the grass three meters away. The soldiers had already taken a circuitous route towards the gun tower after the first round of firing.

What was left in place was a pit that could only accommodate one person. Xiao Wu huddled in the pit, ignoring the bullets flying past his head. He twisted a stick of incense with one hand and pinched two sticks with the other.

Three firecrackers were placed on the incense sticks, lit and thrown out.

Whoosh, snap!

The fire produced by the explosion of the firecrackers indeed looks like the muzzle flames from a distance in the dark night.

Xiao Wu threw it very happily, thinking it was the Chinese New Year.

Using firecrackers to simulate the sound of gunfire can only be used under certain circumstances, because the sound of firecrackers is different from the sound of gunfire.

But it is dark now, and the searchlight on the turret has been knocked off by the monk. The Japanese guarding the turret are only from a local garrison. How elite can the bad soldiers eliminated by the A and B divisions be?

Being raided by the Eighth Route Army in the middle of the night, Laichuan and Nakamura were already in a panic. They didn't care whether it was the sound of gunshots or firecrackers.

Just shoot as hard as you can! Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can embolden yourself.

The moon was also very helpful tonight. It was hidden behind the clouds and had only a faint light. Under the cover of night, the soldiers of the armed workers team successfully approached the barbed wire fence.

In another place, Shi Qingshan, who had been prepared for a long time, was also half squatting. According to Li Yu's teaching, he put the cloud bomb launcher on his shoulder, looked through the sight, and nailed the accuracy to the second part of the turret.

He placed his finger on the shooting port of the building and pulled the trigger. In an instant, a large flame burst out from behind Shi Qingshan. Under the action of the recoil, a large explosive weapon with tail flames swooped out of the launch tube.

In the blink of an eye, it was nailed to the second floor of the turret.

First, there was a soft bang, the warhead exploded, and the cloud explosive agent was thrown into a large area in mid-air, obscuring the sight of the Japanese and puppet troops at the firing port. Then, without giving the Japanese and puppet troops time to think, there was a bang, and the cloud explosive agent was

Ignite and explode!

The masonry structure of the turret could not withstand the ultra-high pressure caused by the cloudburst bombs. Almost instantly, the masonry and wood fell apart, and a large gap appeared on the second floor of the turret. Ultra-high temperature flames rushed into the turret aggressively, and the temperature reached nearly 2,500 degrees.

The high temperature hit the Japanese and puppet troops head-on.

The ultra-high pressure instantly damaged their internal organs, and the ultra-high temperature quickly ignited and burned the clothes they were wearing. Their skin was quickly roasted, and their eyes, which were wide open in fear, began to rapidly dehydrate and finally vaporized.

The grease sizzled like cattle and sheep on the grill, then ignited with the raging flames, and finally turned into a human-shaped charcoal.

The detonation time of the cloud explosive agent is very long, and the hell fire will continue to burn and exhaust the oxygen in the confined space of the gun tower. Even the Japanese and puppet soldiers who do not die immediately will die of suffocation. Of course, this does not mean

It's important. The two Japanese soldiers and a squad of nine puppet soldiers in the artillery tower were all concentrated on the second floor. They had already been reduced to charcoal.

"Fuck!"

After a few minutes, the flames gradually extinguished. Shi Qingshan watched the turret in front of him turn into ruins. All of this was caused by the weapon in his hand. This made Captain Shi, who had always been steady, unable to help himself.

Used foul language.

"Captain." The soldiers lurking by the barbed wire came over. Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Lao Wang swallowed. This was much more powerful than the earthen gunpowder he usually played.

"Go! Be careful, pay attention to the Japanese who are still alive!" Shi Qingshan came to his senses, threw away the useless launch tube in his hand, pulled it out and grabbed it, and took the lead in charging forward.

Of course, the enemies who were all dead did not react at all. Shi Qingshan led the military workers team to approach the gun tower without any danger and arrived at the door of the gun tower.

"Old Wang." Shi Qingshan greeted and pointed to the wooden door.

Lao Wang took out a package with a short lead from his back. This was a package of explosives that had been prepared to blow up the door of the blockhouse. He placed the package of explosives on the ground against the wooden door. After everyone hid, Lao Wang came from around the blockhouse.

I picked up a piece of wood that was still burning and lit the fuse.

The fuse was very short and burned quickly to ignite the explosive package. With a bang, the homemade gunpowder was not very powerful, but it was enough to blow open a wooden door.

"rush!"

Shi Qingshan took the lead in rushing into the blockhouse with a gun. Of course, there was no resistance in the blockhouse.

The sight was a mess, broken bricks and stones were scattered scattered on the floor tiles, the broken wooden floor was burning and smoking, a charred corpse fell from the hole in the second floor floor, and fell to pieces.

The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue mixed with a faint odor, which was indescribably unpleasant.

"vomit!"

Several soldiers almost vomited and quickly covered their noses.

"Check, check." Seeing the tragic situation in front of him, Shi Qingshan already knew in his heart that with such a violent explosion, the Japanese and traitors in the blockhouse should be dead.

Shi Qingshan resisted the unpleasant smell, found a relatively intact wooden ladder from the corner of the first floor, put it at the entrance of the building, and climbed up first.

The monk pushed aside the soldiers of the armed workers team and was the second to climb up to the second floor.

"My mother-in-law!" the monk sighed in shock.

The scene on the second floor was more eye-catching than the first floor. The wooden floor was burnt black and smoke was still rising. The monk counted a total of nine charred humanoid objects lying on the floor.

The most tragic thing is not these, but a human-shaped mural printed on the west wall of the turret. It was an enemy who was scorched alive and stuck to the wall with human body fat. The shape of the mural is perfect.

The tragic scene of his struggle before death was restored.

"This thing is so crazy!" the monk muttered to himself.