Just when the 39th Division under the command of Pang Bingxun was preparing to launch an attack, in a headquarters in Erdaowa, the highest and most dangerous command in the Mengjin area, the commander of the 227th Wing under the 37th Division of the Japanese Army, Kawai Ziyi, held a 13-year-old telescope in his hand and carefully observed the movements under the mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The 13-year-old 6x telescope (6X24) is made by RB imitation of the German Zeiss telescope, which has good optical performance and is suitable for observation under low light conditions, so as to be able to observe the situation under the mountain clearly

When he saw the figure of a faintly visible soldier of the National Army, Kawai Ziichi sneered and turned his head to the chief of staff beside him, Nagato Hideto: "Endo-kun, have you found out the number of the Shina unit under the mountain?" ”

Xiuren nodded: "Your Excellency Dazuo, it has been found out that the Chinese troops who came to attack were the 40th Army of Pang Bingxun from the Northwest Army. ”

"40th Army?" Jiichi Kawai almost laughed: "Nani? The Northwest Army is notoriously poor, this Pang Bingxun is not to mention artillery, I'm afraid there are not even a few machine guns, such a force dares to take the initiative to attack the imperial army, could it be that the people of China have lost even the most basic judgment after losing Zhongtiao Mountain? ”

"yes!" Endo Hideto also said with some puzzlement: "Pang Bingxun's troops know that although they are nominally claimed to be an army, I estimate that they don't even have 20,000 people, and the equipment is extremely poor, and the most elite unit under him is Zhang Zhankui's 14th Cavalry Brigade, but the cavalry can only send death when they attack in such terrain, do they still have any hole cards?" ”

"Hole cards?" Kawai was stunned at first, then laughed, and saw him say disdainfully: "The equipment of the Chinese army is poor enough, and the Northwest Army is even more of a beggar among the poor. ”

As soon as Kawai said raise his gun, even Hideto Endo couldn't help but laugh.

The carrying gun mentioned by Kawai Ziyi is a heavy bird gun in the Qing Dynasty, about 1 zhang long and weighs more than 30 catties. Its structure is exactly the same as that of ordinary soldier shotguns, but the charge, range and lethality are far greater than those of soldier shotguns. Two people must be in charge of the launch, one of whom acts as a gun mount in front of him, resting the gun on his shoulder, and the other aiming and firing. This kind of gun was very popular in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, but this weapon was manufactured when it was lagged behind the mainstream weapons at that time, with the development of the times and the upgrading of weapons, this weapon of the late Qing Dynasty can already become an antique, but because the weapons and equipment of the Northwest Army are too weak, so that it is still equipped with this kind of weapon half a century ago, which is also the reason why Kawai Ziyizuo despises Pang Bingxun.

Xiuren couldn't help but smile and said: "Your Excellency Dazuo, no matter what, since it is rare for the Zhi Na person to take the initiative to attack, we must also give the other party enough respect." ”

"That's it!" Kawai looked up at the drizzle in the sky, and waved his hand casually, "You order the troops to enter the guard, I'm very much looking forward to how that Pang Bingxun will attack our position." ”

After speaking, Kawai raised his hand and looked at his watch casually, then nodded and said, "It's eight o'clock, and the people of China should also ...... The ......"

Kawai said the word "should" twice in his mouth and couldn't say it anymore, because he had already keenly heard a dull whistling sound in the sky. He couldn't help but froze, and at the same time, he saw Hideichi Endo pounce on him and shout loudly: "Shelling...... Lie down! ”

As soon as Endo's words fell, the first shell landed less than two hundred meters away from them.

"Boom ......"

There was a loud explosion, and Kawai Ziichi, who had already been thrown to the ground, felt the huge position coming from hundreds of meters away, and his face became extremely ugly, with his experience, he didn't have to think about it to know that the explosion was at least 150 mm caliber.

"How is this possible, how can Pang Bingxun's department have such a large-caliber artillery!" Kawai Jiichi's face turned pale by the way.

Before his mind could figure out what was going on, the second, third, and fourth shells had already begun to fall.

The howitzer positions in the deserted rice fields a few kilometers away from Erdao Hollow were emitting a continuous cannon fire, and the roar of 54 155-caliber howitzers in unison almost shook the entire earth, and the thunderous sound of the cannons tore through the dull earth.

Clusters of white smoke and orange fire flashed on the artillery position, often the shells had been discharged, and then the sound sounded, and soon became an impenetrable loud noise, mixed with the scream of the shells cutting through the air.

It's hard to describe what dozens of heavy guns looked like when they fired a salvo, it was as if dozens of giants were opening their mouths together and letting out angry roars, and the roar was so violent that the gunners' ears were tense and painful, and the ground under their feet shook rapidly.

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

In just over ten seconds, a bright spot and smoke cluster first exploded on the Japanese position in Erdaoao, and then the bright spot turned into a sea of fire, and the smoke formed a black smoke.

Due to the continuous drizzle that had been falling for half a day, the Japanese position at this time was already covered with a lot of stagnant water. Hiding in the bunker, Kawai struggled to raise his binoculars and looked in the direction of the cannon sound, which was a low-lying place at the foot of a hilly mountain, and the smoke from the firing of the Chinese artillery could be faintly seen. A veil of haze and blue mist twisted and floated above the position, making it even more eerie and mysterious. Compared with the noise and noise of the Japanese positions, the positions of the Chinese were too quiet. If there were no clumps of smoke from the burning of artillery ******, there would have been an abandoned rice field. The Chinese were very well concealed, and the artillery pieces were all dressed in camouflage and skillfully blended into the surrounding environment, and Kawai could only estimate the approximate location of the opponent's artillery position when he saw that his eyes were sour.

The smoke of the Chinese people's artillery fire churned on the two concave and trembling positions, climbing to the top of the heavenly dome, and the projectiles chasing each other and whistling were hidden and fell in the billowing firelight. Kawai watched his originally neat positions and fortifications fly into the air in a series of violent explosions, and his heart was shocked and extremely painful, it was the fortifications that his wing had spent a month hard to build, and now they were blown up by the other party one by one.

The shelling continued, and the density of the Chinese army's artillery coverage was quite high, and it seemed that several shells were about to fall at the same place. The shells smashed into the damp and muddy positions with a dull explosion, and the dark red and scorching flames swelled up on the surface of the hills like huge tumors, and then turned into a rushing sea of fire and scattered in all directions.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the magma eruption of Mt. Fuji in 1707, which he had described in his biography before, and how similar it was to the scene in front of him. Overwhelming magma washed over all protruding objects on the surface. Vegetation and floating soil were easily torn apart and then rolled up in the rising light of the fire and disappeared without a trace, and large rocks were crushed into fine stones by great force and burst into the sky; Violent shockwaves followed the thunderous explosions, splatters of mud carefully depicting their fleeting, abhorrent faces, and huge, ugly mouths.

Kawai Ziyi roared in a trembling voice: "The army in front is definitely not Pang Bingxun's 40th Army, they are the Third Army of China, only that army with the title of Demon can make such a devastating artillery bombardment!" ”

Kawai was worthy of being an experienced officer, and he guessed the truth of the facts at once, but this did not help the current war in the slightest, and the devastating explosions were still raging on the Erdaohe position, and after more than ten minutes passed, the artillery fire gradually shifted in the direction of the ditch, and the fortifications that the Japanese army had worked so hard to build were lifted into the air one by one.

On the position of the 39th Division, which was only a few miles away from the Japanese position, and was preparing to launch an attack, thousands of soldiers of the Nationalist Army in ragged clothes and holding various weapons in their hands looked at the position in front of them that had been bombed so that it was impossible to see its original appearance. Although those **** soldiers were miles away from the explosion site, each explosion made them feel like a giant hammer was slamming heavily on their chests, and those cannons with a death roar seemed to have an invisible pressure along the nerves to pierce every inch of their limbs, although they knew that the explosion would not hurt them at such a distance, some soldiers' hands and feet would still involuntarily follow the explosion and twitch.

Liu Shirong, the commander of the 39th Division, lay behind a rock, looked through the telescope at the bursts of smoke rising from the Japanese positions in front of him and the stones that were blown up everywhere by the violent shock wave, and couldn't help but say: "I'm obedient, my old Liu has been fighting for half his life, and it's the first time I've seen such an artillery shot." How many shells did those losers in the back hit? If the artillerymen of our 40th Army dare to shoot the artillery, they will definitely be shot by the commander. ”

Liu Shirong was shocked, Pang Bingxun, who was watching the battle at the military headquarters a few miles away, was so distressed that his face twitched a little, he still knew the price of shells for the 155 howitzer, each round was 50 US dollars, a total of about 110 oceans, Pang Bingxun roughly estimated, in the time of more than ten minutes just now, the artillery group fired thousands of shells, at least more than 100,000 oceans! The money for these shells is enough for the entire 40 army to pay for more than half a year, what a loser!

The Third Army came from thousands of miles to support its artillery fire, but he was angry because the other side fired too much artillery, and if he said it, he would have to be killed by himself. Originally, Pang Bingxun was very worried that the people of the Third Army would not be able to work, but now he began to feel sorry for the other party, and this change of thinking is really interesting.

And Ma Fawu on the side was also dumbfounded, only to see him muttering: "His grandmother's, I'm afraid that most of the little devils on it will be killed or injured if so many shells fall down, and the boys of the 39th Division may be able to take the position if they swagger up." ”

Pang Bingxun snorted, "With such fierce artillery support, if Liu Shirong can't take down the two concaves, he can wipe his neck himself." ”

The Third Army has always adhered to the principle of supremacy of firepower that Su Jin has always advocated, and for the enemy's stubborn target, it must use the most fierce firepower to inflict the greatest damage on the opponent, and then send infantry to attack the target, if it encounters fierce resistance from the opponent, the infantry will retreat and call for artillery support, and wait until the artillery bombards the enemy and then send the infantry forward again, so as to maximize the advantage of artillery fire again and again, although this practice of the Yankees is often ridiculed as the most timid way to play, However, no one can but admit that the United States has knocked the enemy to the ground one by one by virtue of its strong firepower and this style of play, and finally succeeded in taking the position of the leading big brother.

The 37th Division, which has been fighting in SX for a long time, has encountered opponents who are all poorly equipped miscellaneous armies, and even the Central Army does not have many artillery pieces, let alone heavy artillery, so the fortifications built by the Japanese army can generally only imitate small-caliber shells such as 75 and 70, and now they suddenly encounter the ravages of the arrogant and domineering 155-caliber heavy howitzers of the Second Brigade of Heavy Artillery, just like a second-year teenager who was used to bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled, suddenly encountered a strong man covered in tendons and flesh, and was beaten to a blue nose and swollen face.

The shelling lasted for half an hour, and when the heavy artillery regiment stopped shelling, the originally neat positions of Erdaokou and Ligou were no longer visible in their original shape as if they had been abused by eighteen strong men.

At the same time as the shelling stopped, a sharp trumpet sounded on the starting position of the 39th Division, and as the trumpet sounded, a soldier in a gray military uniform began to jump out of the fortifications and began to rush towards the Japanese position, which was the two regiments of the 39th Division that began to charge towards Erdaogou and Ligou.

"Baga, get up for me quickly, and quickly beat the Zhina man down!"

Just as the 39th Division launched an attack, the Japanese positions in Erdaowa and Ligou were full of shouts and curses from the Japanese officers, and the surviving grassroots officers drove them back while desperately pulling out the Japanese soldiers buried in the floating soil or fortifications from the rubble.

Just when the Japanese troops were still hurriedly preparing for a counterattack, the officers and men of the 39th Division had already pounced less than 200 meters away from the Japanese positions with rifles or broadswords, and the Japanese army's sparse firepower could not stop them at all.

Although the heavy artillery fire turned the rain-soaked positions over and turned them into muddy, and many of the Nationalist soldiers slipped and fell due to slippery roads when they were halfway through, many more quickly rushed to the front of the Japanese positions. (To be continued.) )