"Comrades, work hard, the regiment commander's order is to use up all the shells brought tonight, and there are no artillery shells for twenty shells~ Our artillery battalion has never been so arrogant since its establishment, everyone will give me a good time tonight~" The commander of the heavy artillery battalion shouted excitedly.

The instructor next to him sighed: "Lao Wang, it's really enjoyable. All along, it was the little devils who pressed us with heavy artillery and killed dozens of our fighters with a single shell. Today is finally the other way around, so that the devil can also taste the taste of being pressed and beaten by heavy artillery! ”

"Lao Tzu has long wanted to use these heavy artillery to beat the little devils, but the regiment commander has always disagreed with our heavy artillery battalion to participate in the battle...... Now the opportunity has come, and twenty shells have been approved for one cannonball. We must not live up to the expectations of the regiment commander and hit all the nearly 400 shells on the devils! ”

"Contact the forward artillery observers, and after each round of shells, the artillery shooting must be corrected to ensure that every shell hits the place with the most devils!"

The instructor immediately replied, "I'll give the order now!" ”

After the instructor left, the deputy battalion commander next to him couldn't help but remind: "Battalion commander, if a round of artillery shelling corrects one shot of Zhu Yuan, twenty shells may not be finished in fifteen minutes, will there be any accidents?" ”

"The Japanese army we attacked was equipped with 36 heavy guns of a heavy artillery wing, plus 12 large-caliber mountain guns equipped by the field artillery wing, that is 48 heavy guns, more than twice as many as ours! Once they fight back, we don't even have a chance to retreat and transfer! ”

Wang Binhe shook his head and replied: "Don't worry, in addition to killing and injuring a large number of Japanese puppet troops in front of us tonight, our heavy artillery battalion also has an important task of being a bait." Attract all the heavy artillery wings and independent mountain artillery brigades to which the devils belong and fire at us! ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Binhe didn't explain, but a very mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the battlefield a few kilometers away, thunderous explosions continued to sound from the Japanese garrisons on both sides of the road.

Each explosion took away several, if not a dozen, of devil lives.

Suddenly, an engine roar sounded on the road.

Trucks laden with shells, dragging heavy artillery, quickly approached the battlefield.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, the artillery fire of the Eighth Route Army is too fierce, we must kill them immediately~ Continue to speed up!" In the passenger cab of the first car, the captain of the Devil Heavy Artillery Wing, who was shouldering the rank of Dazuo, shouted anxiously.

The commander of the Kato Division only gave himself half an hour, and now for every minute of delay, he will have one less chance of killing the artillery of the Eighth Route Army.

"Sir, the distance is enough, there is a flat land on the left side of the road, where heavy artillery can be arranged!" A devil cavalry communications officer rushed over and craned his head in report.

"Immediately set up artillery positions. All artillery is ready to fire in ten minutes! The Wing Commander commanded decisively.

The small space and short time made it impossible for the Japanese army to arrange a qualified artillery position in accordance with the regulations.

As a result, more than forty guns were directly lined up in four rows, with 12 guns in each row, one next to the other.

Two kilometers away, several artillery observers clearly witnessed all this, and when they saw that all the little devil artillery had stopped, the observer who took the lead immediately ordered: "Inform the mortar damage, all the heavy artillery of the Japanese army is concentrated in the No. 5 firing area, and the shelling is expected to start in eight minutes, and they are required to open fire within five minutes and kill their gunners!" ”

In the middle of the bushes, nearly two kilometers away from the road, the Eighth Route Army, with more than 1,000 people, carrying mortar parts and boxes of artillery shells, marched forward in the dark.

Suddenly, a figure sped up and caught up with Zhong Chenggong, who was walking in front.

"Chief of Staff, the observer reported that the Japanese heavy artillery unit stayed in the No. 5 firing area and asked us to open artillery and counterattack within five minutes!"

"The preset shelling position in the fifth firing area seems to be in front!" Zhong Chenggong replied with excitement on his face.

"The shooting of Zhuyuan is set in advance, three minutes to rush over, two minutes to prepare, and then fire, it can be done!"

"Comrades, speed up, whether you can kill the heavy artillery group of the little devils depends on the next few minutes!"

The new regiment had 30 battalions, each with a mortar platoon and an infantry artillery platoon, and all mortars added up to 30 platoons and 90 guns.

Wang Ping's idea was very simple, to use the advantage of the rate of fire and lightness of the mortar against the Japanese army's heavy artillery battalion, which was slow to fire and difficult to transfer.

"Chief of Staff, all mortars are ready and ready to fire!" Several artillery company commanders who assisted in the command rushed over to report.

Zhong Chenggong glanced at the watch on his wrist and replied, "It's five minutes ahead!" ”

"After a minute, when you see a signal flare, you will open fire, and there will be 20 shells from the cannon without a cannon, and all the shells will be fired out in the shortest possible time, and then dispersed and transferred, and you will be hidden and standby!"

The Japanese heavy artillery group position, more than 2,000 puppet troops crowded in this small area busy, some people help arrange artillery, some people carry artillery shells, and some people add fuses to artillery shells.

The captain of the Great Zuo United stood by and watched all this in front of him.

Although the explosion of heavy artillery shells still rang in his ears, the nervousness and anxiety just now could no longer be seen on his face.

In five minutes, in another five minutes, the powerful heavy artillery group in front of him can open fire, and use his strength to prove to the Eighth Route Army who is the real king of the battlefield!

"Report to the sir, the firing of the two heavy artillery positions of the Eighth Route Army has been calculated!" An artillery staff officer suddenly rushed over and reported.

A smile flashed directly on Dazuo's face, and then he ordered: "Immediately hand over the shooting Zhuyuan to the major teams, immediately adjust the shooting Zhuyuan, and prepare to shoot back!" ”

"Hey!" The artillery staff quickly rushed to the artillery positions that were busy.

As more and more artillery pieces slowly raised their thick barrels, the smile on Osa's face grew thicker and thicker. In two or three minutes, the twenty minutes he had been waiting for were coming.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Suddenly, a faint screech reached his ears, louder and louder, and closer and closer to him.

As an old artilleryman, Osa didn't have to think about it to judge that there were mortar shells flying towards him.

While his face changed suddenly, he did not realize that these mortar shells, which he did not even look down on, would pose a deadly threat to himself.

After forcing himself to quickly regain his composure, he ordered: "Baga, there is a cannonball smashing at us, open fire immediately, and kill the heavy artillery of the Eighth Route Army first!" ”

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

As soon as the order was exported, the shell smashed on the artillery position in front of it and exploded.

The captain of the Great Zuo Wing panicked, this time, his face turned pale directly, and then he shouted in a lost voice: "Eight Grid Yalu, how did the Eighth Route Army gather so many mortars!" ”

"No, we were fooled, it's a conspiracy, they want to take out our heavy artillery with a mortar group!"

"Boom Boom Boom~"

The rate of fire of the mortar was so fast that before a word could be finished, the second round of shells that rained down like a fire.

In the dense and violent explosion, fireballs mixed with a large amount of black smoke quickly rose from the ground, one after another, and soon joined together, turning the entire position into a sea of fire!

"It's over!" The captain of the Great Zuo Wing shouted in despair.

Then he was unwilling to order: "Retreat and transfer, and those who can still move will leave the artillery positions immediately!" ”

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