Shanyu brought a bunch of large-caliber artillery from Dalian, these things are not decorations, the mercenary artillerymen have already set up artillery positions at the head of Erbensong Castle. Moreover, the observation and reconnaissance techniques that the mercenaries learned in North Manchuria, the Japanese still can't understand, so they are very cooperative in sending troops to deploy in the open area, and they are very perfect to send themselves under the muzzle.

The mercenaries had not been asked to be cautious, and since the enemy had already formed an attack formation, it was time to greet them. Artillery with a caliber of less than 122 mm has only tactical significance on the battlefield, while heavy artillery with a caliber of more than 122 mm has a certain strategic significance. A single shell can sweep through an area the size of half a football field, and its lethal effect is terrifying.

Itagaki had just ordered the troops to set up their artillery, and the mercenaries' heavy artillery roared with the power of wind and thunder, and the Japanese position was instantly submerged in a furious sea of fire. The Armstrong cannon, which the Japanese regarded as a treasure, was thrown high into the air, then twisted and deformed, and finally fell back to the ground as a pile of scrap metal. And the Japanese army no longer had time to feel sorry for their treasures, the violent shock wave and the dense fragments of destruction turned most of them into corpses, and the lucky ones who escaped with their lives were also shocked and confused, completely unaware of where they were.

Itagaki retreated, who was on the front line, was lucky, but after feeling a gust of wind coming from behind, he honestly lay on the ground. When Itagaki, who was swept down by the shock wave, retreated and reluctantly got up again, everything in front of him was different. The battlefield overgrown with weeds has become very clean, and the black of the earth has become the main color of the earth, and even the air is confused with such a layer of gray mist. There was a strange smell in the air, the scent of some earth, but also a strange smell of burning. The trees that leaned against the barrier behind them had all been broken off, and the undulating surface had become more potholed.

Demented and confused for a while, Itagaki retreated to think of his troops, his army of two thousand. Itagaki retreated from all directions, and saw countless stumps and broken arms, saw many bruised corpses, and saw many staggering and struggling figures, his army of two thousand had collapsed in the enemy's artillery bombardment.

The Japanese army still had more than 1,300 men, but the horrific shelling that had never been experienced before turned these living people into a bunch of madmen, and their courage was shattered. Most of the Japanese soldiers were in rags, and many were even inexplicably naked. Covered in blood, they discarded their weapons and struggled to flee to the rear, where they did not know if it was safe or not. They are no longer soldiers, but a group of wretched people with broken wills. It seemed to be quiet, but their hearts were full of fear. The Japanese army was like being in hell, and everything was so terrible in their eyes. People who are struggling in the sea of suffering, no matter how fearful and helpless, still hope that they can live, so they have not forgotten to escape, and the instinct to survive drives them.

Itagaki Resuke's hands, which had been very clean just a moment ago, were now dirty, covered with something sticky. Itagaki retreated, calmly, and wanted to get rid of these dark red dirt things, but after wiping them, these strange things were still firmly stuck to his hands, because his clothes and face were also full of this kind of thing. Itagaki didn't know if it was blood or dirt, he just wanted to clean himself up, but he couldn't do it anymore, just like he couldn't stabilize his troops. Itagaki Resuke, who was constantly wiping his hands like a nervous disorder, was pulled away by a few pro-soldiers who were as sober as he was, and their attack had ended before it began, and Itagaki Resuke had no need to stay here.

"The artifact of the kingdom does have the power of national collapse! The country collapsed, the country collapsed! Shiro Naito, who came to the front line to coordinate the deployment of mercenaries, kept chattering like dementia.

The vast majority of Japanese people's perception of artillery is still stuck in the era of iron pipes shooting round balls. Even now, there are a lot of ** on the battlefield in Japan, but because of the limited power, it has not changed the Japanese people's perception of artillery. The power of the North Manchurian high-explosive bomb suddenly appeared in front of them, and the Japanese still could not accept it. In their eyes, that kind of power is like destroying the world. Itagaki retreated, who was bombed, was basically driven crazy by large-caliber artillery, and Shiro Naito, who watched people being bombed, was also scared half crazy.

"Naito-kun, please calm down, the real battle hasn't started yet!" Uesugi comforted Naito haughtily, like a human coaxing his pet.

"A real battle?" Naito was even more frightened, awakened from the blur after the fright.

"It's just a burst of artillery fire just now, and I haven't even hit half of the base! Real battles, where would it be so simple! In the past, when we were fighting in northern Xinjiang, a mountain was blown up, and this was a small scene! Uesugi boasted triumphantly, but compared to the attack and defense of Hiyama Pass, Itagaki retreated to the attack, and the battle was really a very, very small scene.

"An entire mountain has been blown away?" Shiro Naito felt like he was listening to a mythical story, but there were very few mountain peaks flying in the sky.

"yes, it's all blown up. Yamazaki Yanzhengjun's entire brigade was blown up in an instant, and only one squadron remained. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the strangulation of soldiers, that's the real battle! Thousands of artillery pieces, hundreds of thousands of shells, everything was reduced to ashes, and only the roars of loyal and brave warriors echoed on the battlefield. "The more Uesugi blows, the more addicted he becomes, and he has participated in hundreds of thousands of battles, but he has never seen that grand scene, after all, no one has a God's perspective.

When Uesugi brags that he can't pay taxes, Zendama , Asano, and Niwa Kazunaku also wait for the lookout in the inner castle and watch the situation on the battlefield with binoculars in hand. They didn't catch up with the grand occasion when large-caliber artillery swept across the battlefield just now, so although they heard the rumbling cannons, Niwa Kazuna didn't lose his temper too much. But the scene of the Japanese army's embarrassed defeat and retreat, Niwa Kachigaku saw it clearly, so his reliance on Asano and others rose to a new height.

"You are really brave! Satsuma has long been known as a strong army, and it is really not worth mentioning in front of the kings! Niwa complimented him like he didn't want money, and Asano, who had been in Nihonmatsu and didn't have a penny, smiled proudly.

"What's the situation? How can there be such a big hole in the line of defense? Shanyu didn't take Niwa as a teacher, but held a telescope to carefully observe the situation on the battlefield.

", someone's got in!" Asano didn't answer yet, and Zenyu had already spotted the danger.