Anju is an important transportation hub on the Korean Peninsula, connecting important cities along the Yalu River in the north and many important towns including Suncheon in the south. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it is not very prosperous, at least under Japanese rule, it is a large city with a large population in northern Korea.

Today, this huge city is facing the fate of complete destruction.

On the outskirts of the city, you can see tents of the Ming Empire everywhere and barracks that have almost been fixed.

Here, the soldiers of the Ming Empire can eat hot meals and spend a relatively comfortable night in the cold wind and snow.

And behind these barracks and tent areas, there is the artillery position of the Ming Empire responsible for shelling Anzhou.

These artillery positions were much more spectacular than those of the self-propelled guns on the front line, and there were countless heavy guns of 200 mm caliber, and even 300 mm caliber guns were not unusual.

Although the infantry advanced very slowly, it was able to move with more artillery, so when the infantry advanced to the city of Anzhou, the fate of the city was decided.

"Ready to shoot!" Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, the commander of the artillery signed his name on the document and instructed his adjutant.

The news from the military headquarters of the group army was naturally to be carried out first, and the adjutant quickly put down his work and ordered the continuation of the artillery bombardment of the city.

"Fire at this time? It seems that the commander really has a grudge against the Japanese. While calling the artillery position, the adjutant joked gloatingly.

"Huh, there's something you don't know?" When the artillery commander heard his adjutant say this, he replied with a smile, and then began his own gossip: "Haven't you heard about the old general Liu Hui?" ”

"Huh? Panjin that incident...... Something to do with Commander Feng? The adjutant hurriedly asked cautiously.

"I heard that General Feng Pingzhang and General Wang Jue led troops to avenge the old general...... This may be that our commander is asking the Japanese for interest. The artillery commander teased off a bit, and then stopped talking.

Because this kind of thing can only be mentioned slightly, and if you say it carefully, it is not mysterious enough.

With one order after another, seeing that the time of 11 o'clock was about to pass, the heavy artillery positions of the Ming Empire gradually began to get busy.

One heavy cannon after another began to raise its slender barrels, and one cannon after another began to reload shells that had unscrewed their safety bolts.

"Reloaded!" Bolt closed, and a loader loudly reported to his commander that it was ready.

And at this time, the 150 mm caliber artillery group in the distance was already making a dense roar. One shell after another began to fly over the positions of the Ming army.

"Look at the rate of fire of other people's 150 guns, look at us, it's really slow." An artilleryman depressedly watched the 150-mm runner who fired first and complained to the people around him.

Before his words could land, the 200 mm caliber railway cannon next to him opened fire, and the branches around the trees were swaying with the huge waves.

"That's what it's called a cannon!" His companion turned around and shouted to his comrades: "Without this momentum, how can you call a cannon?" ”

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Inside the city, a Japanese soldier who was eating with his lunch box in his hand looked at the hot soup contained in the lunch box, and the expression on his face was no different from that of a dead man.

He hadn't eaten his last meal yet, because the place where he hoarded food had long since become a battlefield, so the soldiers of the Japanese army didn't have much rations left.

The food for this meal is almost only half a meal's dry food - it can only be mixed with a lot of water to make soup to increase the visual sense and weight.

Poor him held this lunch box and devoured all the dry food soaked in it, but when he saw the remaining soup in the lunch box, it suddenly set off ripples.

Then a loud explosion came, and he looked up and saw that at the end of the city in the distance, the artillery shells of the Ming army had rained down.

"Boom!" Before he could pack up his food, more shells fell, turning a building in front of him into even lower ruins.

The Japanese soldiers hurriedly hid and began to look for the crater as their cover, leaving behind their food and eating tools.

This group of pathetic Japanese soldiers had been tortured like corpses by death, cold and despair, and now they were tormented by the hellish artillery fire of the Ming army.

The wreckage of some of the buildings that had been crumbling began to collapse, and black smoke rose from the city one after another, as if the entire city was collapsing, and the sound of rubble rolling down everywhere was heard.

"Shelling!" The Japanese soldiers reminded their companions, but their voices were drowned out by the loud sound of the shells exploding.

The earth was swept up by the blast wave and landed on top of the deformed, potholed Japanese lunch box, leaving the remaining soup dirty.

And the owner of this lunch box had already fallen into the crater not far from the lunch box, he was shot through his chest by shrapnel, and died alone in the crater with the sound of shell explosions.

He may be luckier than the Japanese soldiers who didn't die, because at least he can say goodbye to hell and end his life.

But for the Japanese soldiers who did not die, the disaster had just begun. The offensive and defensive battle of Anju has entered the fifth day, and the first urban street battle in the real sense of the Korean Peninsula is still continuing.

"I want to treat this place as Panjin, General Liu Hui's blood feud, I must let these Japanese bastards give me an explanation!" Feng Pingzhang looked at Anzhou, which was constantly collapsing, and said to the adjutant beside him.

He has always had a knot in his heart, a knot that has not been opened, he has never forgotten the tragedy in Panjin City, and has been looking for an opportunity to avenge General Liu Hui's family.

"What if these Japanese in the city surrender?" When the adjutant heard him say this, he asked Feng Pingzhang with a puzzled expression.

His own commander treated the defenders in the city like this, which also brought a lot of trouble to the 29th Group Army, in fact, the Ming army had to make a detour because of the existence of the Dingzhou encirclement.

"They won't surrender because ...... I don't give them a chance to surrender! Feng Pingzhang narrowed his eyes and replied to his adjutant. (To be continued.) )