Chen Peng glanced at the seriously wounded artilleryman, Chen Peng knew him, he was a mortar in the platoon, but Chen Peng was always silent on weekdays, so he had less contact with other people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But this does not mean that Chen Peng does not know this mortar driver, this is an excellent mortar fighter trained by the platoon at a huge cost, especially good at medium and close range fire support, the mortar hit is called an accurate, and the error will rarely exceed five meters.

"You come and command him to operate the mortar, we are now about two hundred meters away from the enemy's position." Chen Peng said to the mortar gunner, and then pointed to the crew who was bandaging the other wounded and said, no way, he is the only one who gets on the boat, the others have either been injured and fallen to the ground, or have been killed, and the others are also struggling to support, there is no possibility of returning to the ship at all, he can only temporarily pull the crew to act as combatants.

Fortunately, there was a real mortar among these wounded, otherwise, Chen Peng would have been able to command the crew to suppress the enemy's fire with mortars at his half-hanging level.

"Good ......" the mortar man nodded with difficulty, and agreed.

"You take this machine gun, go to the cockpit, open the gap in the side armor three finger widths, it doesn't matter if you can see clearly, it doesn't matter if you hit it accurately or not, use the method of bursting, and use all the ammunition here." Chen Peng picked up a Type 08 general-purpose machine gun and several bullet chains from the blood-stained ground and handed them to the driver.

Now he has no reason to ask for more, he can only use these four people, and Chen Peng himself is a sniper, and then he has only one job, through these gaps, as much as possible through the sniper rifle to kill the enemy's heavy firepower, and do his best to help the troops outside reduce some of the fire pressure.

As for his own class, Chen Peng doesn't know how many people are still alive now, to be honest, before leaving the landing craft, Chen Peng never thought that this battle would be so difficult to fight, and if it was not guaranteed, after this battle was over, their regiment would almost be removed.

Whatever he does, whether he will be able to go back alive is another story.

'Smack......'

Chen Peng clamped the muzzle of the gun to the gap at the upper end of the pedal, and there was the side of the landing craft on the left side, so he didn't have to worry about the enemy's bullets hitting him, so he aimed his sniper rifle at a machine gun position and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

This angle is very bad, very unsuitable for sniper warfare, but Chen Peng has no way, he has to do it, even if there is only a small chance of disabling a machine gun, he has to do it.

The Japanese bunker was hidden, and the machine gun needed to swing back and forth non-stop, so the firing hole was set relatively large, about the size of five or six individual shooting holes, and only when the enemy's firing angle was just right, he was able to hit the machine gunner.

On the other side, on the fleet, the second wave of landing formations has already departed, and it will arrive at the battlefield in about four or five minutes.

On the warship, the sound of gunfire could be faintly heard in front of him, which made Jiang Baili frown non-stop, and he could still hear it from such a distance, which meant that the battle in front was extremely fierce, and Jiang Baili had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"Report, front-line emergency!" Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Baili had this thought in his heart, the communication soldier hurriedly ran out, holding a scribbled telegram in his hand and reported.

"Read!"

"The enemy's fire was unusually strong, the fortifications were strong, there was no cover on the beachhead, the aviation failed to carry out bombing, the landing force suffered heavy losses, and by the time our formation withdrew, the landing formation suffered more than half of the casualties and could not organize an effective attack." The communications soldier read it out loud.

After hearing this telegram, Jiang Baili's head suddenly went blank, his face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person subconsciously took a step back, almost falling to the ground, and the adjutant next to him quickly helped him, which saved Jiang Baili from falling to the ground.

This telegram came from the landing craft formation, in order to be able to understand the situation on the front line in a timely manner, and in addition, the Marine Corps was not suitable for carrying signal troops during the landing operation, so according to the plan, when the third batch of landing troops landed, the first two formations of signal troops would be brought over together.

Prior to this, all communications work was carried out by a landing craft formation, and each landing craft formation was equipped with three radios, and they needed to observe the time the soldiers left the landing craft until they left and could not see the situation in front at all, or when there was any important battle situation, and then they would communicate with the rear formation.

Although it only takes 10 minutes for the landing craft formation to return to the large force, and a telegram is translated from a telegram to a telegram, sent to the end, and then translated, a process takes about five minutes, which is still very skilled communication soldiers can do, and more will take about eight minutes.

It's only a two-minute time saved, but it's also important for the command.

'No, I can't fall, be strong, I have to be strong, I sent them there, I put them in this situation, I have to bring them back. Jiang Baili suddenly shouted angrily in his heart.

Jiang Baili removed the adjutant's hand, and the whole person recovered a lot, but the paleness on his face still did not fade.

"Send a message to the second echelon, delay the landing, machine guns and mortars to suppress enemy fire from a distance."

"Send electricity to the aviation forces and let them take out the frontal fortifications for me at any cost."

"Send a telegram to the flagship requesting that at least three warships, close to the landing site, be sent to bombard the enemy's lines."

Jiang Baili made three instructions in succession, although only the second echelon was his real subordinate, but at this time he couldn't care so much.

Of course, if it weren't for this, Jiang Baili would have sent the scolding words to the aviation force a long time ago. Didn't you say that the trouble ahead has been solved? Didn't you say that most of the Japanese army had already been dispersed? Why are there still so many Japanese troops?

As for the navy, large-scale bombing is definitely not possible, no matter how many marines are left in front, as long as there is a living person on it, they will not dare to carry out large-scale bombing, but it takes a certain amount of time for the aviation to reach the battlefield, well, in fact, the fleet also needs a certain amount of time to reach the battlefield, and this time is longer than that of the aviation.

But how can Jiang Baili take care of so much now? He can only use all the methods he can think of, since the Japanese have organized such a tight defensive line, then I will use more artillery fire to destroy your defensive line.

At the same time, the landing commander-in-chief, You Botai, also received a telegram from the first batch of landing craft formations, and they used the same set of codebooks, so at this time, all the radio stations that were turned on could receive this telegram and translate it.

After reading this telegram, You Botai also fell silent, and wanted to send a message several times to reprimand Jiang Baili for his recklessness, but finally endured it.

How can there be immortals in war? After all, he is a young man, and it is inevitable that something will go wrong.

What's more, he had also received the telegram from the Air Force before, and if he had been the commander-in-chief of this Marine Corps, the current result might not be much better than Jiang Baili. This encounter was a mistake on the part of their entire commander, and if he had discovered the anomaly earlier, he would have been able to stop it all with just a telegram.

Now we can only hope that the soldiers on the front line can go smoothly, and don't let the kind of thing that you least want to see happen.

Through this landing, You Botai also had a more thorough understanding of the strength of the Japanese, and at the same time, in You Botai's heart, a more crazy plan began to gradually take shape.

On the aircraft carrier Junguo, Deng Haohong, who was carrying the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulder, his face also sank suddenly after reading the telegram. I wanted to let people call Daniel Zhang, who had just returned to the aircraft carrier and was preparing to replenish, but when he thought that the soldiers on the front line were being slaughtered, he had to convey the order as soon as possible, so he turned around and left the control tower directly, planning to go to the deck to arrange this matter in person.

"Inform all ground crews that all aircraft will be replaced with 150 kilograms of bombs." Before leaving the headquarters, Deng Haohong shouted instructions to the adjutant, and then left the headquarters at a running speed.

The adjutant was slightly stunned, a little confused, but this did not prevent him from informing the commander of the order. As a result, the adjutant directly conveyed the commander's instructions to the whole ship through the radio broadcast on the aircraft carrier.

On the deck, the ground staff who were busy suddenly received such a strange order, and they were a little confused for a while.

A 150-kilogram bomb? What are you doing with this? I didn't see the Japanese fleet coming, so could it be impossible to blow up the enemy's pillboxes with 150-kilogram bombs?

But doubts are doubts, all the ground crews still carried out the orders, anyway, what the superiors say, they will do it, why should a small soldier the commander's heart?

"Commander!" Daniel Zhang, who was sitting in the plane waiting for the take-off order, had to delay the take-off time because he had just issued a notice to replace the bomb, and at this time, Daniel Zhang saw the fleet commander Deng Haohong walking towards him with a very bad face.

"What did you bomb? Didn't you say that the Japanese army had already been dispersed? Deng Haohong angrily threw the telegram into Daniel Zhang's face.

What he hates most is the kind of soldiers who lie about the military situation, or are not serious on the battlefield, of course, there are also those corrupt officials who bend the law for bribes, his father Deng Shichang can be said to have died like this, so Deng Haohong is extremely strict with his soldiers.

Fortunately, it was not the Qing Dynasty, and the fleet was not lacking in weapons and ammunition, which made him pay all his attention to the soldiers under him.

"That's the case......" Daniel Zhang replied with some puzzlement, and immediately picked up the telegrams scattered around his body, and then his face turned pale: "Oops......"