After the herald left in a hurry, Watanabe Osa decisively raised his binoculars and looked at the nearest battlefield.

The darkness of the night did not block Watanabe's view.

The constantly rising fireballs are like flares, illuminating the battlefield.

Suddenly, a dark shadow entered Watanabe's field of vision, it was a bag of explosives, without making any sound, rolling in the sky, flying towards the battlefield at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boom ......"

The moment it landed, the orange-red flame accompanied by a thick black smoke rose from the point of impact at the same time, and the explosion sound also spread, which was deafening.

This was the first time Watanabe Daisa had seen the explosion of a Flying Thunder Cannon shell up close.

The flames and smoke centered on the point of explosion quickly swept around and spread......

In the blink of an eye, a radius of more than ten meters was completely enveloped, thick smoke rolled, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and nothing could be seen inside.

And that's just the range of gunsmoke, the real range of explosives packs is even greater.

Farther away, some of their men were half-crouched behind sandbags, some were hiding behind rocks, or lying directly on the ground.

After the explosion, the person lying on the ground continued to lie on the ground, but it was no longer moving.

The devil, who was half-crouched behind the rocks and sandbags, reacted more directly and lay on his back on the ground.

Watanabe knew that it was an invisible shockwave killing people.

The explosion stopped, and the imperial army within a radius of twenty meters seemed to be dead, without any movement.

The picture was all too familiar to him, but the main and supporting characters had changed.

On the Chinese battlefield, every time he commanded his troops to attack the Chinese army, he would first let the planes bomb and then bombard them with artillery fire.

At that time, the target of the bombing was the Chinese army, and the encounter was exactly the same as that of the imperial army that is being bombed now, and the casualties were heavy.

Therefore, every explosion here sounds, Watanabe Daisa's heart hurts, like a pinprick.

Because every explosion means that there are imperial soldiers on the battlefield who are killed and wounded.

"Is this what the Chinese call retribution?"

"It used to be us who bombarded them with heavy artillery, and now it's their turn to bombard us with heavy artillery......"

Watanabe's mind popped up with this sentence, and then the whole person was scared.

I have personally experienced those battles in the past, and the battlefield situation is like a movie, and one scene after another appears in my mind.

The artillery fire of the imperial army is ready to end, the Chinese army is full of casualties, looking at the battlefield, there are hardly a few live mouths, and the morale of the troops will also fall to the bottom in the shelling.

In the face of the attack of the imperial army, there was no power to parry, and the slaughter was wiped out.

Now the protagonist and supporting roles on the battlefield have changed, and the bombed ones have become the imperial army.

Watanabe Osa did not dare to imagine that the situation that the Imperial Army would face next would be the same as that of the Chinese army that he had attacked at that time: heavy casualties, no ability to fight back, and finally slaughtered and wiped out......

The more he thought about it, the more solemn Watanabe's face became, and he was dumbfounded, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Tick tock...... Tick tock......"

The trumpet suddenly sounded, pulling Watanabe back to reality from the blindfold.

In the darkness of the night, four thick tongues of fire suddenly appeared, and bullets flew like meteors towards the explosive bag explosion area.

More than a hundred figures also began to enter Watanabe's field of vision, holding guns and light machine guns, rushing towards the gap like a wave.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A series of distinctly weaker explosions rang out.

Watanabe Osa understood the purpose of the shelling at a glance and cried out in a lost voice.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, the enemy is using mortars to block the gap blown out by the flying thunder artillery, and prevent us from reinforcing the gap."

"Sir, the offensive troops of the Eighth Route Army have come here." The deputy wing captain shouted anxiously, his face full of panic.

"Retreat!" Watanabe Daisa ordered in pain and helplessness.

"There is artillery fire to block the gap, and we can't kill it even if we have reinforcements."

"And looking at the battlefield, it seems that there are no troops in the rest of the defense line."

"The artillery fire of the garrison regiment just now was too fierce, and the defensive line was their key artillery area, so the casualties of the troops were already very large. Just now, the attacking troops of the garrison regiment smashed more than a dozen explosive bags and dozens of mortar shells, and the casualties of the garrisons on the defensive line were even greater, and there were hardly many soldiers left to fight. ”

"Our few remaining troops are too scattered to be easily broken by the garrison. If there are troops who assault all the way and kill directly on the high ground, then the entire garrison will be over. ”

"Order: All the troops that can still move are to retreat to the high ground, and we will form a new defensive line around the high ground, reduce the encirclement, and concentrate all the forces and firepower for use, so that we can hold out longer."

"In addition, immediately send a telegram to the other two troops and brigade headquarters that the troops have suffered heavy losses and are in urgent need of reinforcements."

At this moment, the communications staff officer stumbled over, his military uniform almost torn to shreds, his arms bandaged, and his face painful.

Seeing Watanabe was like finding a savior, and he quickly reported.

"Sir, we can't send a telegram."

"Just now, when the garrison covered our station with artillery fire, a heavy artillery shell hit the tent of the headquarters right now. The radio, the operator, all were blown up. ”

"Nani?"

Watanabe grabbed the communications staff officer, his eyes staring at him, red and red.

The whole person is like an angry lion. He roared loudly: "Eight Grid Tooth Road, why is such an important matter only reported now." ”

Compared to being frightened by the strength shown by the garrison just now, at this moment, Watanabe already had more panic and despair in his heart.

Without the radio, the brigade commander and the reinforcements would not be aware of the terrible situation they were facing, and they would not be so desperate in the face of harassment and resistance by the garrison.

For Watanabe United, every second means a large number of men dying on the battlefield.

If reinforcements do not rush to the battlefield, they are likely to be wiped out before they arrive.

And even if he is eliminated, the brigade commander will not know.

The communications staff didn't expect the wing commander to be so angry, and he was so frightened on the spot that he couldn't even speak.

"Shou...... The artillery fire of the garrison regiment was too fierce...... The lowly post couldn't rush at all, so he had to wait for the shelling to end. ”

After Watanabe Osa let go, the communications staff officer sat directly on the ground, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had walked in front of death, and his face was full of fear.

Watanabe Osa also began to sweat on his forehead.

For the first time, I felt that death was so close to me, and then racked my brain to think of a solution.

Finally, he refocused his attention on the communications staff officer.

Facing Watanabe's gaze, the communications staff officer's body trembled subconsciously, and then looked at the wing captain with a look of fear, afraid that he would vent some anger on him.

Fortunately, Watanabe did not get angry, but ordered with a murderous face: "Give you a mission, contact the brigade headquarters at all costs." ”

"The radio of the wing headquarters is gone, and there are still the brigades, and I don't believe that the radio stations equipped by the three infantry brigades have been blown up."