Twelve howitzers that have blown up several kilometers of China's defense line into a sea of fire are naturally not a simple thing.

The so-called Type 91 105 howitzer is just the name given by the Japanese army itself, in fact, this product is a complete copycat. Its deity should be called the Schneider 105 howitzer, to put it bluntly. This type of gun was produced and sold to them by the French Imperial Company, and they just copied it exactly from the sample gun.

Although it is a complete version of the copycat howitzer without any of the technical characteristics of the Japanese themselves, it is not too suitable for the small size of the Japanese, but the weight is 16 kg, the charge is 2.52 kg, and at the same time the projectile that rushes in the air at an initial velocity of 454 meters, thousands of meters of lethality falls to the ground, and the killing radius is as high as 32 meters.

The power is not small at all.

Do a simple calculation problem and calculate the area of the circle, you can know that the killing area of the shell is as high as more than 3,200 square meters. How big is a basketball court? It is 28 meters long, 15 meters wide, and has an area of 420 meters, which is close to the area of 8 basketball courts.

A 105 caliber shell fell, and a sea of fire fell within an area of 3200 square meters. What will those twelve cannons be fired at the same time?

With nearly ten minutes of fire raid, each howitzer fired at least twenty shells, and there were hardly any protrusions visible on the main position of Niangziguan, which was ravaged by more than 200 shells.

The once majestic ancient city walls have long been blown into rubble, and the heavy machine-gun fortifications that were stacked with three or four layers of sacks to protect against grenadier attacks have long been blown into a blank field, and both men and machine guns have been reduced to a pile of parts.

Although it was already dawn, it was still a little dark, but after the artillery fire was raging, the light of the burning trees and fortifications illuminated the entire position clearly.

Miraculously there were not many cries on the ground.

Because, in the trench more than 2,000 meters long, there were not many people who were still alive, and even if they were still alive, they were like wooden chickens for a long time without relieving themselves, and the sudden fierce artillery fire knocked them all out.

The trenches in front of Niangzi Pass were deep enough, and the defenders who had been preparing here for more than 20 days also tried their best to build trenches, and even dug anti-artillery holes. But in the face of terrifying 105-caliber howitzers, trenches, after all, are still too shallow.

Because the soil is too hard, there is a serious shortage of anti-artillery holes, and not everyone has the opportunity to hide in anti-artillery holes.

Even if you hide in the anti-artillery hole, it is not easy to sit back and relax in the anti-artillery cavern, which can only withstand the power specifications of 75-caliber mountain artillery and field artillery shells.

"Save people! Save that! Lao Tzu's brother is still inside. Come and help Lao Tzu dig people! A black-faced soldier with a second lieutenant's badge and only one arm, covered in blood, cried and staggered along the trenches that had collapsed in several places, shouting.

Until he met a well-dressed soldier sitting in the trench with his legs stretched out, he tripped over his outstretched leg fiercely, and despite the blood that flowed from his head again, the second lieutenant grabbed the soldier who tripped him up, and roared angrily: "Dog, what are you still doing sitting here, go with Lao Tzu to save people!" ”

However, the soldier did not pay attention to him, and looked at the second lieutenant with a strange expression, and did not say a word.

Then, with the ensign's frenzied shaking, a mouthful of black blood with a few pieces of splinters erupted from his mouth, and his head hung down, and he died. His internal organs, already shattered by the terrible shock wave formed by the explosion of the shell, moved slightly, and the last trace of life was cut off.

The corpses of the soldiers who had died quietly and silently were found everywhere in the trenches. That's because the terrible power of the explosion of the 105 howitzer is enough to kill people without even splashing shrapnel and shock waves, just by the violent shaking of the ground.

Lying on one's stomach on the ground during the shelling is also the wrong way to avoid the coming of death.

"Dead, dead again." As the soldier's head hung down, the lieutenant's hand stiffened and muttered to himself.

Fiercely wiping away the tears rolling down his eyes with the back of his dirty hand, the second lieutenant seemed to be cheering himself up: "I don't believe that the whole company can't find a living person." ”

However, as soon as he looked up, as far as his eyes could see, the soldiers in the trenches were either lying on their stomachs or lying in extremely strange postures, and the second lieutenant knew that they were dead without inspection.

As for the trenches, there is no need to look at it, even if there is, it will be blown out, and no one can live in the face of the air waves that can destroy the ancient city walls.

The tears that had just been wiped away from the second lieutenant's eyes finally dripped down fiercely again, and he really couldn't find anyone alive. A whole infantry company! On this 800-meter-long position, there is a full infantry company of more than 140 people.

What is despair? Despair that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Here it is.

When you need a comrade-in-arms, but you find yourself alone.

"Ah~~~" Like a lone wolf, the second lieutenant with a broken arm suddenly knelt on the ground, slammed the ground hard, and broke out with a heart-rending howl.

The dawn sky, which was already red by the firelight, and the "crackling" silently burning wood, set off the lonely and desperate figure of the second lieutenant with great tragedy.

When an infantry company of the 21st Brigade of the 12th Division of the Third Army arrived from the position of the second line of defense 800 meters away when the Japanese stopped shelling and reinforcements, the scene seen on the most prominent front position of the entire defense line was a platoon commander of the second lieutenant infantry platoon with only one arm left, desperately digging in a piece of rubble with his only remaining one arm.

Half of his body was already soaked in blood, and his intact right hand was also drenched in blood.

The place he dug was the largest anti-artillery hole in his infantry platoon, which was enough to hide in two infantry squads, but in this crazy artillery bombardment of the Japanese army, a shell exploded at a distance of 15 meters, and the shell crater that was more than a meter deep enough to put down two Eight Immortal Tables proved the power of the shell. At such a close distance, the anti-artillery hole, although not blown up, was collapsed.

The two infantry squads that hid in were all buried in it.

The infantry who had arrived with reinforcements pulled away the already frantic lieutenant and dug desperately, but it was too late, and the sand and gravel above the collapsed stone cave filled all the gaps, and no one could survive the lack of oxygen for more than ten minutes.

As the corpse was lifted out, the soldiers who stretched out their hands to test their noses and listen carefully to their heartbeats kept shaking their heads, and the ensign's face became more and more gray, so gray that no matter how hard the heart was, he could not bear to look at it again.

They are all soldiers, and everyone knows what it is like to lose their comrades-in-arms who get along day and night. In particular, this infantry company was the only one who survived this terrible shelling.

"Carry him down for treatment and tell the military doctor of the division headquarters that Lao Tzu must be revived for him." A major battalion commander who rushed here had a few sharp twitches in his face, and when the anti-artillery hole had not been completely cleaned and several bodies had not been brought out, he gave a categorical order.

"No, no one can touch Lao Tzu, this is Lao Tzu's brother, Lao Tzu wants to watch them come out." The second lieutenant suddenly screamed frantically, desperately twisting his body that was about to be forcibly carried away by several soldiers, and the wound on his severed arm that had just been forcibly bandaged was bleeding again, and the severe pain made his dark face distort a little terrible.

A faint tear flashed in the eyes of the battalion commander of the major, and he waved his hand, "Forget it, then let him wait first!" ”

Even if he is accustomed to seeing life and death, but a main infantry company under his command was completely wiped out in this way with only one artillery bombardment, and the blow was big enough for this long-standing major battalion commander. The pain in his heart is probably no less than half a point smaller than the crazy second lieutenant platoon commander in front of him.

Finally, the last soldier inside was dug out, his face was very pale, but his face was surprisingly clean. It was also a very young soldier, and judging by his face, he would never be more than seventeen years old. He was firmly protected by at least five soldiers, unlike the other soldiers, who had sand and gravel in their mouths and noses.

The hopeful medic wearing the Red Cross put his hand under his nose, unable to feel the warm breath of expectation, and tore off his uniform, put his ear on his thin chest and listened for a while, and shook his head silently in the expectant eyes of everyone.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, Lao Tzu can't live if he doesn't believe it." The second lieutenant broke free from the two soldiers who were holding him and pounced frantically.

"The dog leftover on the dog day, you are a special mother to give Lao Tzu a life, you don't live, the whole row is Lao Tzu, you live for Lao Tzu!" The second lieutenant frantically held his bloodied one-hand, which had been cut by the sand, and desperately pounded it on the thin chest of the young soldier.

Looking at the soldiers around him, they all hung their heads and wept.

Oh, yes! In the entire company, he was the only one left.

If it were me, I might have gone crazy a long time ago!

As the second lieutenant frantically tapped on the soldier's chest, a miracle occurred. The young soldier coughed violently.

"Dog leftovers, are you alive on a dog day? You laugh at one and I'll see. The second lieutenant was obviously stunned by the huge surprise in the surprised eyes of the soldiers around him, and asked in disbelief.

"Ahem, platoon commander, if you beat me again, I may really be killed." The young soldier smiled weakly at his platoon commander.

"Haha, I knew that there wouldn't be one left, haha!" The lieutenant laughed maniacally.

The soldiers cheered, but many of them cried again, laughing and laughing.

Just now, it was the soldier who was crying with the commander in his arms. Now, it was his soldiers who put their arms around him and wept.

The second lieutenant platoon commander, whose left arm was blown off and whose blood had flowed for some reason, had already run out of gas, and the soldier who had been waiting for him to be rescued in good spirits was purely a kind of hope supporting him.

When he saw that his infantry platoon or infantry company had finally survived a soldier, his spirit was relieved, and his body, which had run out of oil, could no longer hold on.

"Dog leftovers, as long as you are alive, our 2nd company is not dead, after this battle, burn a piece of paper for the brothers, and you can go home! The group will agree. The ensign's dirty face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he said weakly to the young soldier who turned over and hugged him.

Then, in the midst of the howling and crying of the young soldiers, the second lieutenant's head hung down a little bit, and there was no more sound.

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PS: I'll admit, when I wrote, I cried. Although I know that it is just a fictional character that I have written. But I still cried, I don't know why. Perhaps, his back touched the softest corner of my heart!