When the first grenade that pierced the sky overhead exploded at the moment when they could not see it, the position belonging to the Chinese position exploded.

These so-called most determined Imperial Japanese soldiers knew that they had been abandoned, and they had been completely abandoned by Shangguan.

As the barrage slowly approached, one grenade after another smashed fiercely into the Chinese positions close to them, exploding smoke and fire. They should be full of happiness, but they are getting colder and colder.

Because, it won't be long before they at the front of the position will become a part of the firelight. Not because of the Chinese mortars, but their own mountain artillery, the incomparably familiar four-one mountain artillery. That power is really not small!

At this moment, they finally understood the Chinese soldiers who had struggled in the fire of the 41-type mountain artillery.

In despair, they almost forgot to breathe.

However, they still did not disperse, even if their faces were trembling like ashes, they still only set their eyes on another officer at the level of squad leader. The strict discipline of the army made these Japanese soldiers, who knew that they would die, did not dare to retreat until they received the order to retreat.

Now, the only person who may be able to save them is Second Lieutenant Muto, who replaced Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was wounded and sent down, as the commander.

Unexpectedly, Ensign Muto, who was only one meter and a half in size but extremely stocky, took the initiative to stand up, his eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and the oily light on his face was even more palpitating, waving the poor katana in his hand, and roaring madly: "Warriors, the time has come to be loyal to the empire, follow me, rush up, and kill the Chinese." ”

This is definitely a guy who has been completely brainwashed by ****. In the Chinese vernacular: This one, the brain was squeezed when he was born.

At least half of the Japanese death squad, which had already been chilled by the bombardment of artillery fire, collectively greeted the previous generations and even future generations of female relatives of Second Lieutenant Muto in their hearts. Of course, they didn't know that the future great-granddaughter of Second Lieutenant Muto, who already had a son, was not only personally greeted by many Japanese men in the island country, but also in China, whose national strength has already greatly surpassed that of Japan in the future, Miss Muto's "beautiful" posture is also well known by the majority of otaku. It's definitely better than this figure, I don't know how much better.

If Ensign Muto, who is now red-eyed and loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, can see through the future, I don't know if he will run as fast as his predecessor, Second Lieutenant Matsuda. Run down.

However, he never had that chance again.

As soon as he got up, before he could run five meters wildly, a cannonball whistled in, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes of the death squad, it smashed just five meters away from Second Lieutenant Muto, and a cloud of black smoke splashed with a "boom".

A huge wave of qi threw the stout Second Lieutenant Muto high into the air, and then fell with dancing hands and slammed into the ground, and there was no sound again.

The captain of the second lieutenant platoon, who had just issued a deafening imperial declaration, died, under the shells of the 75 mountain artillery of his own infantry wing.

But he was not lonely, the shell took away more than him, at least three Japanese soldiers were unfortunately within the radius of the shell, without the trenches, they could only be like abandoned ragdolls under the huge power of grenades, either swept up by the air waves, or splashed shrapnel and stone fragments exploded into a pile of fragments.

The stone that had been accelerated by the explosive energy of the cannonball was even more terrifying than a bullet at that moment, and even if it pierced several people in a row, it could still smash deep into the ground.

The Death Squad no longer needs to worry about whether to escape or attack, one after another shells are smashed, some fall on the position, some on the mountain artillery behind the position, and some fall in front of the position, turning the position and the front of the position into hell completely.

More than 30 Japanese soldiers who were exposed to the surface were blown to ashes.

The entire death squad, whether it was dead, wounded and hid for help, or lucky enough to survive the rain of bullets, all of them were wiped out.

Two squads of Japanese troops disappeared in the sequence of the 1st Infantry Brigade of the 77th Infantry Wing.

Not to mention them, even the Japanese soldiers at least 200 meters behind them could only lie on the ground, praying for Amaterasu to appear and let the artillerymen fire more accurately and not fall on their heads.

Obviously, their luck was not particularly good. The artillery of this era did not have laser guidance and did not have the ability to accurately carry shells to the meter.

The four mountain guns, which shelled continuously for seven or eight minutes, fired at least 200 shells, and no less than 10 shells fell on the Japanese positions more than 200 meters away, and at least more than 30 people were blown up by their own shells.

Crazy, Japanese commander, it's crazy. For the first time since the start of the war, Liu Lang's brows were tightly locked.

Of course, this is not the first time he has encountered such a fierce shelling, he has encountered, ten times more crazy than this, when the Japanese army in Luowenyu twelve 150 howitzers shelled frantically for an hour, that was the destruction of the world. Even if you stay in the anticline tunnel, you feel crumbling.

However, this was the first time he had encountered in the first battle, and before both sides had taken out their final hole cards and had not yet started the decisive battle, the Japanese commander attacked with this desperate gamble of dying with the enemy.

However, this is undoubtedly an extremely old opponent, and although it may seem a little crazy, the tactics he used are undoubtedly correct. If it weren't for this trick, the Japanese troops on the position would have died under the barrage bombardment of more than a dozen mortars of the independent regiment, if not killed by their own artillery fire.

If it were Liu Lang, he would be even more resolute, and he would concentrate all the firepower of the whole regiment to cover the enemy's position and cover the retreat of his soldiers.

On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and the slightest hesitation of the commander will cause countless casualties among soldiers. "If you don't let me die, then I won't let you live well" is the most effective move of the Japanese army to solve this crisis. It only took a minute to make this decision, and Liu Lang couldn't help but admire it.

He was right, no matter how much Liu Lang wanted to eat this Japanese army, he would not put the soldiers on the position to resist the shells.

It's just that the appetite of this Japanese commander is a little too big, and at this moment he is still thinking about attacking the position, looking at the Japanese army lying still at the front of the position in the underground bunker lookout, letting his own shells lift him high but still not retreating, Liu Lang couldn't help but sneer.

The Japanese, too, take themselves too seriously, if they have a cannon, is it great? artillery, separate regiments also have.

"The mountain artillery battery of the artillery battalion was ordered to carry out retaliatory artillery bombardment of the main positions of the Japanese army, and at the same time, to maintain mobility and avoid being attacked by enemy large-caliber howitzers. Also, passing my order, hearing the whistle, one platoon and two platoons each sent two infantry squads to the position, and the rest of the infantry squads were on standby, and the four heavy machine guns of the machine gun and fire platoon were all ready for Lao Tzu, since the little devils wanted to come and die, let them come! Liu Lang ordered.

If his guess is correct, in a few minutes, the rate of fire of the Japanese artillery bombardment will gradually decrease, and the Japanese troops who are still lying on the forward positions will charge the positions with the suppression of artillery fire.

The reason why there were only four infantry squads with dozens of guns was that Liu Lang burned all the jade and stones in order to prevent the little devils from becoming mad, and in case a wave of 105 howitzers fired a salvo, the company would suffer heavy losses.

The captain of the Japanese infantry brigade did not take the two infantry squadrons under his command seriously, he Liu Lang was not good, his soldiers were all soldiers who had been trained for more than four years, and every loss made him feel painful.

But, as he said before, in this national war, no one can not be sacrificed, including himself.

In the anti-artillery hole, the old monkey, who had leisurely smoked two cigarettes, listened to the movement outside, dusted off the ash on his head and shoulders, and revealed the yellow teeth unique to the old smoking gun, "Brothers, check the inspection gun, it's time for the old sons." ”

"But, squad leader, the devil's cannon hasn't stopped yet!" A soldier said expectantly.

Only those who have really experienced the shelling can understand, let alone stay in a position with only trenches, that is, stay in the anti-artillery hole with logs as the top and logs as the bones to support it, and it is terrifying.

"Zebra, you are not a coward, when the cannon stops, the little devils should touch it, you want to fight with them with bayonets, right?" The old monkey rolled his eyes, and scolded in a Chinese accent that made the soldiers speechless.

"Listen to Lao Tzu, as long as the whistle sounds, put Lao Tzu on the battlefield, remember, shoot the bullets in the empty gun at the devil, no matter what the accuracy is, give Lao Tzu a good dodge, Lao Tzu just needs to say run, and immediately give Lao Tzu back to the anti-artillery hole." The old monkey slammed the cigarette butt to the ground and extinguished it with his foot.

"Squad leader, killing a devil is ten oceans! You'll have to keep a record of it for me. The other soldier laughed with a salivating face.

"If you're a zebra, you have to have a life to get it. You don't know that Lao Zhou died like this? This time, the task of killing the devil was handed over to the brothers of the machine gun and the fire platoon of the second stick, Lao Tzu just had to be pretty, the main task was to save his life, if Lao Tzu guessed correctly, the devil had a more ferocious shelling. The old monkey rolled his eyes, and his tone was vicious, but he patiently taught the five or six soldiers who were still on the battlefield for the first time.

Speaking of Lao Zhou, who was blown up by the Japanese tank artillery, the anti-artillery hole fell silent. It was the first time the recruits had lost their comrades.

On the battlefield, no matter how careful you are, you may be able to dodge bullets, but when it comes to shells, you can only resign yourself to fate.

"Don't worry, as long as you listen to Lao Tzu, after this battle, Lao Tzu invites everyone to eat hot pot, and there will be no less brothers here." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, the old monkey grinned again, trying to make the atmosphere relaxed.

At this moment, in the dull roar of cannonballs, a sharp bamboo whistle sounded one after another.

The Japanese army, coming up.