Feng Junya looked at the team that had turned back and charged into the Japanese barracks again.

A hint of hesitation appeared on his face, "Company Commander! How about we wipe out all the Japs here?"

He wasn't the only one with this thought, nor was he the only squad leader.

Lin Fan turned his head and took a deep look at this team that had emerged from Phoenix City.

They had just broken through the Japanese encirclement, and now they were turning back to tangle with the pursuing Japanese soldiers.

For the moment, they even had the upper hand.

Lin Fan calmly said, "They have their mission! We have our task!

Just remember what the brothers are doing for us.

Let's go!"

Lin Fan resolutely led the hundred-plus men of the Special Company into the darkness.

He knew that if he stayed here any longer, he might really change his mind.

But the Japanese artillery positions could not be left unbombed!

If they weren't bombed, the 128th Division's positions would be subjected to another day of frenzied bombing by the Japanese tomorrow.

Niu Dongxing opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he suddenly realized that he had absolutely no right to speak in this place!

Who am I?

This was no longer the familiar mountain forest, the land where he used to lead his team to roam freely.

He remembered what the chief had said before setting out: "On the battlefield, watch more, do more, and say less!"

Bao Junyan knew this point deeply, so he said nothing, just followed the company.

However, he knew in his heart that if this were still his own guerrilla unit, he definitely wouldn't have left just now.

After all, all the soldiers of the Special Company could see that with the Special Company's participation, it was possible to wipe out all the Japanese soldiers present.

Lin Fan also knew this, but the Special Company had more important things to do.

The entire Special Company plunged into the darkness, advancing hundreds of meters in the dark.

Only then did Lin Fan order in a low voice, "Each squad, dress up, check personnel, check equipment!"

Chen Sichuan reported, "Squad One, twenty-one men present!"

Liu Laopao reported, "Squad Two, twenty-one men present!"

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Feng Junya reported, "Directly Subordinate Team, twenty-three men present!"

All one hundred and seventy men of the Special Company were present!

Niu Dongxing and his forty men hadn't forgotten the task that Lin Fan's group of six had laid down while fighting with bayonets.

Now, taking advantage of the darkness, they put on the clothes and trousers stripped from the Japanese soldiers.

Lin Fan heard the reports from the eight squad leaders, "Check everyone's attire."

In fact, the veterans of the Special Company had long known what to do to look more like Japanese soldiers.

Lin Fan's order seemed more like it was specifically for the forty newly joined men.

The veterans of the Special Company immediately began to check the people in their respective squads.

When everyone reported: "Attire complete!"

Now they were going to search forward along the road.

This time, the Special Company's march was no longer stealthy.

They walked boldly on the highway, carrying torches.

There were actually five checkpoints on the three-kilometer road behind them.

These weren't really checkpoints; they were just a few Japanese teams that had set up camp along the road.

Some were companies, some were battalions.

While loudly responding to the Japanese sentries' inspections, Lin Fan secretly noted these locations.

When the Special Company returned to Fengjingbin again, looking at the dark town,

Lin Fan thought of the Zhu Family Compound there.

The owner of this house, Zhu Xixiong, was a firm supporter of the resistance against Japan. The regimental headquarters of the 41st Regiment had previously been located in his home.

Fang Xuesu also led the suicide squad to hide in this courtyard at the end.

Lin Fan wanted to inquire about the location of the Japanese artillery positions in the town.

From afar, he saw the lantern hanging at the entrance of the Zhu Family Compound, emitting a faint light, illuminating the several cars parked outside.

At this time, the only cars that could be parked in this place were Japanese military vehicles.

The Special Company did not continue to advance. Lin Fan quietly entered the courtyard of another family in the town.

From the mouth of the person left to guard the house, Lin Fan learned that just this afternoon, Zhu Xixiong and his young daughter, Zhu Dicheng, along with the wounded soldiers and servants in the entire Zhu Family Compound, had all been buried alive by the Japanese.

The Zhu Family Compound was now occupied by the Japanese.

Lin Fan also learned from this person that there was a place to the northeast of Fengjingbin where thunderous sounds could be heard all day long.

This person was very frightened now, constantly regretting that he shouldn't have quietly returned.

He didn't know when the Japanese would leave, and he wanted to leave now.

He had already tried it quietly in the first half of the night.

As soon as the small boat was launched, it attracted gunfire from the Japanese.

The waterways leading out of Fengjingbin were also blocked by the Japanese.

Lin Fan couldn't help with this person's distress, thinking about what he and his men were about to do.

Since the Japanese had already buried everyone in the Zhu Family Compound alive, they would probably vent their anger on everyone in Fengjingbin tomorrow.

Lin Fan could only say in a low voice, "The waterway is impassable. Think about how to leave by land.

Who knows how the Japanese will go crazy tomorrow.

Remember, no matter who you see, don't say you've seen me!"

That person nodded repeatedly.

Through this person's description, Lin Fan naturally knew that the place where he said the thunder was constant was the Japanese artillery position.

Knowing the direction of the Japanese artillery position, the Special Company quietly moved towards it.

When the Special Company approached the 18th Division's mountain artillery position with torches, they were questioned by the sentries of the artillery regiment.

Lin Fan just coldly stepped forward, had Ji Wudi shine the light on his face, and roared, "I just came down from the front line, just passing through here.

Are you going to stop my team?"

The two sentries had no idea who this person was or which team he belonged to.

However, they could tell from his fluent Kyoto accent and arrogant aura:

This must be a child from a noble family, not someone that these country bumpkin soldiers like themselves could afford to offend.

The two sentries retreated, each with two palm prints on their faces.

Lin Fan watched as his team quickly entered the Japanese artillery position.

He gently made a beheading gesture with his hand.

Feng Junya smiled slightly and walked behind one of the soldiers.

He glanced at Lin Fan, and the two of them acted at the same time.

The two sentries fell silently.

Now it was time for the soldiers of the Special Company to get busy.

Lin Fan ordered, "Squads One, Two, Three, and Four, move out five hundred meters in the four directions of east, south, west, and north along the artillery position and begin to bury directional mines.

Retreat gradually, setting up a round every hundred meters, creating a circular defense.

We must also set them up on the way back.

Be careful to remember the locations when setting them up, so you don't accidentally injure our own people when we retreat later.

After setting up the landmines, leave two people in each direction to hide and detonate them.

The rest quickly retreat back to the artillery position and prepare to fire the cannons!

Squads Five, Six, and Seven, make bombs and lie in ambush outside the Japanese artillery camp.

Let's synchronize our watches now, it's 2:31:42.

At 2:40, the three of you detonate at the same time, be sure to block the Japanese artillerymen inside the houses.

If you encounter special circumstances, act according to the situation.

Everyone must be quick, and after completing the task, come to the artillery position.

Prepare to fire the cannons!

Directly Subordinate Team, follow me to the artillery position to clear out any hidden Japanese soldiers.

Prepare to open fire.

Execute!"

When Lin Fan issued the order, only the squad leaders below responded in low voices, "Yes!"

After a part of the order was issued, several squad leaders left with their men.

By the time he got to assigning tasks to the Directly Subordinate Team, only the Directly Subordinate Team was in front of him.

Lin Fan led these twenty-odd people and moved towards the main position set up here by the Japanese.

The mountain artillery regiment of the 18th Division had been constantly bombing the front-line positions during the day, and these soldiers were really tired after a day.

As darkness fell, these soldiers all quieted down and returned to their camps to rest.

There were only four sentries on this main position.

After they were quietly taken out by the soldiers of the Directly Subordinate Team,

The entire artillery position belonged only to the Special Company.

They didn't do things secretly. On the contrary, Lin Fan ordered the Directly Subordinate Team to prop up torches on the edge of the position.

Without letting them come into contact with the shells, especially the propellant,

They began to inspect their position.

Lin Fan looked at the twenty cannons on this artillery position, all 75mm howitzers.

No matter what kind of cannons they were, Lin Fan wasn't picky.

The training that the Special Company had received in Jiangyin Fortress a few days ago came in handy at this time.

Lin Fan ordered the soldiers of the Directly Subordinate Team to adjust the firing angle of each of these cannons.

At the same time, he had Wu Xiaobao, Zhao Long, Ji Wudi, and Ji Jiachou set up seven spigot mortars, with the direction facing the Zhu Family Compound in Fengjingbin.

Since the owner of that courtyard had already been buried alive by the Japanese,

People couldn't be brought back to life, Lin Fan could only let the invaders who occupied the Zhu Family Compound be buried with the Zhu family.

In the dark night, everyone in the Directly Subordinate Team was nervous and excited.

They had never imagined that the company commander actually had this idea in mind.

Originally, they had only thought of coming here to destroy these cannons, but they didn't expect that the company commander actually wanted to fire the cannons first.

Then blow up the cannons.

There were only twenty-three people in the Directly Subordinate Team. Li Xian had just gone with Squad One and the others to set up directional mines.

Now there were only twenty-two people here, with four setting up mortars, and five of the remaining people didn't know how to operate them at all.

Only thirteen veterans were really doing the work.

Just as they had adjusted seven cannons according to Lin Fan's request, low explosions came from not far away.

The sound was only one at first, but it seemed like several.

A dozen minutes later, all the squads that had been sent out returned.

Lin Fan pointed to these cannons, three cannons for each squad, and started firing in three minutes.

After assigning the right to use these twenty-four cannons,

Lin Fan came to the seven mortars again and carefully adjusted the direction and angle.

He said to Wu Xiaobao and the other three, "When you start firing, use the fastest speed.

Then just keep firing, use gas bombs!"

Lin Fan didn't plan to show mercy to these Japanese soldiers who had buried the Zhu family alive.

With three minutes to go, each squad quickly took action.

Soon the time arrived.

Twenty-four cannons fired at the same time. Lin Fan had adjusted the targets for them to be different.

These cannons were all firing into the distance, and they couldn't observe the effect of these cannons firing.

Lin Fan didn't have time to check the effect. He and Wu Xiaobao and the other three were carefully firing mortars.

First, a five-round rapid fire, then a normal-speed fire.

Lin Fan kept the time in mind, he had set the furthest warning at five hundred meters.

The Japanese response was much slower than Lin Fan had expected.

Actually, this wasn't because the Japanese were slow to respond, it was just that the Zhu Family Compound had become the Japanese command post.

Lin Fan's continuous bombing had paralyzed the Japanese 18th Division's command post all at once.

Without command from above, the teams under the Japanese 18th Division didn't dare to act casually at night.

This made Lin Fan's original plan fall through all of a sudden.

The devices set up in each direction, ready to block the Japanese soldiers pouring in from all directions, were completely useless!

All the directional mines set up in various directions of the artillery position were of no use.

However, this also gave the Special Company another advantage: they could fire more shells.

Ten minutes passed, and no Japanese soldiers launched an attack on this artillery position.

This made Lin Fan very excited. He and Wu Xiaobao had stopped firing mortars at the Zhu Family Compound.

One Zhu Family Compound had endured the bombing of more than two hundred shells, that was enough.

Any more would be venting anger, not killing enemies.

On the other hand, the twenty-four cannons on the artillery position were still firing.

They were cannons that they couldn't take away, and the shells on the position couldn't be taken away either.

Since that was the case, of course, they would fire for as long as they could.

The Japanese camps that Lin Fan and his men had passed on the way here were now struggling under the bombardment of artillery fire.

Each Japanese camp kept calling the command post, reporting that they were under attack by the Chinese army's artillery fire.

Until now, these Japanese soldiers didn't understand that the attack was coming from their own artillery position.

The 18th Division's command post had been paralyzed during Lin Fan's first round of attacks.

Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu was still walking in the courtyard when the first shell landed.

His team had been fighting fiercely here for three days, advancing less than five kilometers.

At this rate, how could the military order be completed?

Ushijima Sadaharu, anxious, didn't have any sleepiness at all.

He was still pacing in the courtyard when he heard the first explosion and immediately retreated into the house under the protection of his guards.

His guards smelled the abnormality in the air for the first time: "Gas bomb! The Chinese army also has gas bombs!"

The 18th Division's command post was equipped with gas masks. These well-trained guards quickly took out gas masks.

And handed them to Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu.

There were quite a few Japanese soldiers living in the Zhu Family Compound.

Most of the Japanese soldiers were sleeping at this time. The attack on the division headquarters was something these people couldn't imagine at all.

They immediately panicked.

In less than two minutes, the entire courtyard was filled with the sound of shells exploding.

A shell also fell into the room they were staying in.

The guards desperately surrounded Ushijima Sadaharu, which barely saved his life.

The remaining five guards and adjutants who could still move were all trapped in this room.

Ushijima Sadaharu didn't hesitate any longer and was the first to step out of the courtyard.

He already understood that this place must have been detected by the Chinese artillery.

Otherwise, they wouldn't keep firing shells at this place.

If he didn't run out, he might really die here.

Ushijima Sadaharu was really lucky. Of the five Japanese soldiers who were protecting him as he ran outside,

Three were hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground, but he didn't get hurt at all.

Ushijima Sadaharu ran out of the Zhu Family Compound and heard his artillery roaring.

He couldn't help but say with satisfaction, "Regiment Commander Oike Hayato still has a military spirit.

He was able to react so quickly and return fire at the opponent's artillery position."

At this time, he didn't know that the Regiment Commander Oike Hayato he was verbally praising had already returned to the embrace of Amaterasu.

The division headquarters was still being bombarded, and Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu could only go to the nearest 114th Regiment command post.

There were not only him who rushed out of the Zhu Family Compound, but also twenty or so Japanese soldiers behind him.

Ushijima Sadaharu was saddened: His division headquarters, plus a directly subordinate infantry company, was stationed in the entire Zhu Family Compound, a total of more than 500 people.

Now only twenty or so people ran out of the gate.

Most of the rest were probably destroyed.

He knew that all the shells fired in tonight were gas bombs!

He had prepared a gas mask for himself, but not every officer and soldier would be equipped with one. Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu looked at the Zhu Family Compound, which was still being bombarded, and quickly left.

He left the Zhu Family Compound and walked more than a thousand meters to the north, and saw that the command post of the 114th Regiment in front was also being bombed by shells:

"Send someone to inquire about the news, and let Colonel Omuka Takeo come out!"

Lieutenant General Ushijima Sadaharu looked at the command post of the 114th Regiment, which was still being bombed, and was unwilling to enter.

He waited in the open field outside.

At this time, the Japanese teams that were being bombed had also reacted: they would not be bombed if they just ran out of the camp.

Obviously, these shells were all attacking the camps, and there were no enemy scouts around their camps.

Colonel Omuka Takeo was hiding in his command post, which was actually a civilian house and was already dilapidated.

Upon receiving the order from the division commander, he quickly rushed out with his men.

After seeing the division commander, Colonel Omuka Takeo reported very depressedly, "Your Excellency Division Commander! The command post of the 114th Regiment has been destroyed by the Chinese army, with heavy casualties!"

Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu: "Immediately find out the other party's intention for artillery bombardment, and let the front line investigate where these shells came from?"

Colonel Omuka Takeo immediately reported: "Your subordinate just collected the calls from the front line when he was in the command post.

From the forefront of Jiashan, all the camps are being bombarded.

The shells are coming from our rear!"

"The rear?" Ushijima Sadaharu suddenly looked in the direction of his 18th Mountain Artillery Regiment.

The 18th Mountain Artillery Regiment was firing on its own people tonight?

Due to the limitations of the Hangzhou Bay landing site, the heavy weapons of the 10th Army Corps have not yet been fully brought ashore.

Therefore, the 18th Mountain Artillery Regiment, which originally had 40 cannons, has only 28 landed so far.

Four cannons had been destroyed a few days ago, and there were still 24 cannons on the artillery position.