The artillery fire landed precisely on the Japanese positions, occasionally lifting a body out of the trench and then scattering it like a tattered rag doll.

The officers and men of the 217th Regiment were excited.

"Come on, brothers in the death squad!" The officers and men of the 217th Regiment in front of the Japanese position cheered loudly.

"Haha, Liu Lang, this kid insists on getting it, this cannonball is like having eyes." Lao Wang lay in the makeshift bunker 800 meters away and squinted with a smile. "Signal soldier, go and send a telegram to Liu Lang, just say that Lao Tzu's 217th Regiment, no, the 37th Division also needs artillery, and if you want to engage in artillery when you return to the team in the future, other Lao Tzu can't guarantee it, but, from the artillery squad leader to the platoon commander and company commander, Lao Tzu will leave a good place for the people of his death squad."

Liu Lang received the telegram from Comrade Wang, and he couldn't help but be happy, Lao Wang, this is really authentic! As soon as I came to the territory of the temporary 2nd Division, I began to use the idea of these mountain artillery.

Don't look at what Lao Wang said in and out of his words, all he said was to promote those who could be artillerymen in the death squad, but in fact, the gist of it was: Liu Lang, you kid must keep the artillery of Lao Tzu's 37th Division, don't let the temporary 2nd Division be Baoyuan.

Seeing that Lao Wang is a rough man, in fact, only those who know him know that this one has a lot of holes.

Liu Lang naturally wouldn't publicize Lao Wang's little bit of caution everywhere, but the place he promised to give the soldiers who learned to fire artillery a place for promotion can motivate those soldiers who switch from infantry to artillery.

So, Liu Jinzuo told the artillerymen who were tired and tired and exposed their tendons and flesh bareback in winter.

The artillerymen naturally smiled so hard that they couldn't close their mouths, especially the sergeants, as long as they could go back alive, each of them would be promoted to one level in rank, and they could take a crucial step from a soldier to an officer. And with the promise of Regiment Commander Wang, it is even better, not to mention the promotion of the rank to second lieutenant, and even the position is reserved.

"Come, come, squad leader Liu, why don't you have a good time?" A veteran held a cannonball and stuffed it into the chamber of the cannon, laughing so hard that his back molars were exposed.

This is not only an expression of excitement, but also a disguised flattery of Liu Jinzuo.

Everyone can see that after this battle, Captain Liu Lang and Liu Ke will officially embark on the road of soaring, and this Liu Jinzuo not only shows a strong individual quality, but more importantly, Liu Lang admires this very much.

It doesn't matter if you can't hug Liu Lang's thick legs now, if you can get closer to the person who has already hugged the boss's thick legs, you can also hug your thick legs sooner or later. The veteran's words are full of life experience.

"Don't, if you want to hurt me to say it directly, if I hit my brother crookedly and fell on my brother's head, then our brothers will probably have to lose their heads together." The very straightforward Northwest man shook his head and refused.

However, although it was a refusal, it was not too embarrassing, and it seemed to praise these companions who were still dirt buns yesterday, except for the veteran who laughed a little, everyone else laughed.

Obviously, after a few days with Liu Lang, Liu Jinzuoke at this time is different from the former big-headed soldier, and is growing and progressing rapidly.

The temporary artillerymen on the position, under the command of eight gunners, fought more and more vigorously. In order to supply them with enough shells, Liu Lang even organized a special transport team for them to continuously transport shells from the cave to various gun positions.

There is no way, the logistics of the two artillery brigades of the Japanese army are so extravagant, 24 guns carry five base shells, and 8 guns want to empty these "burdens", I don't know if one day is enough.

The four heavy guns of the Japanese army were also firing, but at this time, the artillery belonging to the Chinese side could not hit them, but they could not hit the eight mountain guns surrounded by mountains. The artillery on both sides is in a state of staring at each other, so they can only take the other's infantry out of anger.

Of course, the heavy artillery of the Japanese army also brought some casualties to the Chinese infantry, but compared with the losses of the Japanese army, it was simply insignificant.

The wide front of nearly ten kilometers was too wide compared to the Japanese positions of less than three kilometers that were half-surrounded.

This round of shelling took more than two hours, and the Japanese shelled for an hour at every turn, which was simply a weak explosion compared to this.

When the cannon fire intermittent and the smoke cleared, Yanagawa Nao crawled out of the anti-artillery hole with a drowsy head, his heart like a knife.

In front of him was a devastated position, which he could not see clearly from a distance, but the position of the artillery squadron of the wing closest to his wing headquarters was very clearly in his eyes.

There used to be four infantry guns, but now it is mainly occupied by craters. The crater was littered with the corpses of Imperial infantry and the crooked infantry guns.

The once thick and glowing barrel of the cannon twisted and pointed at the sky like a twisted flower, as if it was confiding something to God.

Actually, if Liu Lang was here, he would have explained it perfectly: it was to raise the middle finger to your Amaterasu.

Brother has been beaten like this by the Chinese, great god, are you still drinking tea?

The corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered everywhere are also strange, but many of them have one thing in common, they are naked and beaten naked. It's not that they plan to develop a small film career now, but because the energy of the blast wave of the cannonball is so great that it peels off the clothes of these extremely close Japanese soldiers in an instant, and at the same time, the huge heat emitted bakes these naked bodies black.

There were even two clumps of tissue that I didn't know if it was the liver or the kidney, and it flew a full 200 meters away and fell on the ground less than two meters away from the straight man Dazuo, steaming hot, and there was an inexplicable smell of barbecue.

It turned out to be roasted by the high temperature caused by the explosion, and the face of a captain-level staff officer next to the Japanese army Dazuo instantly turned green, the kind that was more authentic than the green on his head, if it weren't for the fact that a certain Dazuo was still sleepwalking, the Japanese captain would definitely vomit it out as soon as possible, alleviating the irreversible nausea similar to a woman's pregnancy.

It's just that the nightmare of the two Japanese officers standing in the trenches who are still in a daze is not completely over.

Three minutes after the shelling, the Chinese infantry began to move forward from the trenches.

The Chinese offensive is about to begin. The Japanese reacted quickly, and while the hand-cranked sirens sounded violently on the position, the remaining infantry re-emerged from the improvised artillery holes and entered their own battle positions, intending to fight to the death with the Chinese infantry.

Since the Chinese who were robbed of artillery in the early morning of that day were blind for a few fierce shots, the Japanese army knew that the opponent not only had artillery but could also play with artillery, so they built a lot of anti-artillery holes on the position. Although the effect of that thing in the heart of the comfort is greater than the actual effect, but in any case, it also gives the Japanese a place to go, so that they will not be able to lie there in despair and watch the shells fall when the shelling comes.

But the Japanese army who reacted quickly naturally didn't know that the bald old man, who was 800 meters away, saw the Japanese soldiers crawling out of the ground like ground mice from the telescope, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, "Summons Liu Lang, the little devil is out, and give Lao Tzu another five minutes to bombard him." ”

The artillery delay technique that the Japanese army once played, Lao Wang will also play.