When I picked up the telescope again and noticed the target in front of me again, I couldn't see anything in the telescope. The enemy troops drove from the rear, and hundreds of men and horses had already crossed the bridge, hidden in the mountain depression and disappeared.

The enemy territory in this direction was quiet, and there was no more situation. But this silence is unreliable, and there is a crisis lurking in the quiet. Judging from yesterday and just now, it is really an important target worthy of approaching to reconnoiter and calling in heavy artillery to cover the attack.

After looking past from the bridge, enter the depression, which is supposed to be a valley. Although he was blocked from seeing what was inside, he always insisted that it was an important target. What did Mr. Gunhole say before? Maybe there were other scouts out there?

Of course, this judgment of his is possible. After all, they are artillerymen, and the intelligence he has is likely to be available only to senior commanders. How so? After all, this is the protagonist of this Mr. Cannon Eye, and besides, his background is not small, so he must know a lot.

According to yesterday's deployment, today's task is only to select observation points, and they can monitor all movements in this river valley, and they can't interfere too much with anything else for the time being. In the evening they had to go to a place to do a field investigation, the cave that the mountain carving said, they had not yet visited.

They can't stay here for too long, and after a while they will have to shift their positions.

However, the work that must be done tonight can also be carried out in broad daylight, if the opposite observation point can be successfully defeated.

Mr. Cannon Eye said that he was about to send them to the Western Heavens, so let him do this. The task of moving forward is to continue to monitor the situation in the lower reaches of the valley, so we should concentrate on the division of labor and cooperation, and we must not slack off.

He struggled to look ahead, searching the place with his binoculars for anything suspicious. It's a boring job, repeatedly searching for a place, and people who don't have patience can't do it anyway.

At this time, the sun was getting better and better, shining into the cliff where they were lurking, and everyone felt a kind of warmth. The ground was still wet, wrapped in a raincoat, and the body temperature was slowly rising.

In the telescope, the water in the lower reaches of the valley is still glittering with gold, and the unique subtropical jungle valley is picturesque in tranquility. Soon this tranquility will be shattered. About two or three minutes had passed after Mr. Gun's call, and suddenly a dull thunderclap sounded on the earth, and the rumble ran through the entire heaven and earth.

It was a salvo roar from a heavy artillery group, and everyone was a little puzzled, what was going on? This battle is also a bit exaggerated, is it enough to deal with the semi-underground fortifications on a small hill?

It was indeed the sound of heavy artillery coming from the rear, and almost instantly, the 152 howitzers, 122 cannons and other artillery groups began to roar and shoot like crazy.

The Great Battle Begins!

Rumbling muffled voices have been heard in waves. The point of impact was not the hill across the valley, but through the telescope, I saw countless shells falling from the bridgehead a little above the village.

Heavy artillery was called in to attack the place where he wanted to get close to observe.

Who is it? Who did this?

I saw that the first group of artillery deviated from the target depression by 20 meters, and all of them smashed on the river, and at the foot of the mountain, on the grass houses, and several shots fell on the bridge. The bridge in the telescope was especially visible as it was moving forward, and the shells fell and destroyed it in an instant.

The muffled thunder was incessant. Thick smoke billowed over the enemy's barracks, and the water column on the river was spectacular.

"What's going on? What's going on?" asked He Siguang.

"Someone called for an artillery attack!" Forward, his eyes did not take off the telescope, and replied to Mr. Gunyan.

"Damn, it's wrong, hurry up and fix it?" Mr. Guneye muttered to himself as he reported the data.

It may have been corrected by the artillery scouts who called for a strike there, and the second group of guns was completely covered in the depression where they wanted to approach the target. Only the billowing smoke of the shell explosion was seen, there was no flash, only sound, and it was unusually dull.

"Well played! Damn, it was so good! "All the body and mind have been attracted to move forward, and I can't help but be very excited when I see this scene. Not swearing a few words is not enough to express his mood at this moment.

It seems that there are already people who have approached to reconnoitre, and they are calling for artillery to cover and shoot, there is no doubt about this.

Knowing this, they took the first step to call for the artillery group to cover the fire, and pressed the hundreds of people who had arrived earlier on the bank of the river, and the other side had at least two or three hundred dead and wounded.

However, they were right not to call for an artillery attack at the time, and everything had to wait until it was safe to do so. Besides, there is a difference in the importance of the mission, and it is not necessary to shout and kill every enemy when you see it.

And now, fortunately, the enemy has not escaped the fate of being destroyed after all. The covering shot of the heavy artillery group, how powerful it is, people who have not experienced it do not know, only by witnessing it can they understand what destruction is.

The sound of the explosion shook the earth, and soon nothing could be seen in the telescope. Huge smoke obscured everything. The sun's light was also blocked, and it seemed that there was darkness between the heavens and the earth.

Usually after the cannon cover shot, the captured prisoners are deaf, and from this point of view, you can know how powerful the heavy artillery is.

A flaming cannon wheel rolled to the bank of the river. More than a dozen enemy soldiers cried wolf, crawled with the wheel, and ran to the riverbank. The survivors didn't run far, and a few shells followed them as if they had eyes.

It seemed that the artillery approaching and the reconnaissance personnel were not far from there, and they may have shouted hoarse in their voices when they shouted for a blow amid the loud shelling. It's amazing to be able to follow up on the situation and correct the data at any time.

Moving forward, I saw it comfortably in the telescope, and I admired the combat effectiveness of the artillerymen when they were mighty. After the shells exploded, arms and thighs flew out of the smoke, and some were thrown far away and fell into the river.

"Well played!"

Forward, as he watched, he pounded the dirt on the ground with his hands. He trembled a little with excitement. At the same time, it seemed as if two shells had landed on the hill across the valley from them, and he did not bother to look back, but focused on the front.

"Well played! Hit the target! Call again and refill the shot with a shot! Mister Blasthole beside him was attentive to the target they had called in.

This was an absolute suppressive blow, and the opponent had no chance to fight back, and it was impossible to escape, because the artillery fire was too fierce.

Forward, he continued to lurk and watch, watching the effects of the devastating blow.