Homicide! Kill with your eyes! Or let a young man who is thin and small, and looks so weak that he can't help but be a scholar. Sounds like a fantasy. If this scene in front of him was seen by Van Harr on the opposite hill, he would definitely laugh his big teeth.

I saw that the big boy named Zhou Ling didn't pay attention to the battalion commander, but used the strange-looking "artillery mirror" to look coldly at the thousand or so good men who were panting for a while. Then he shook his head lightly and sighed softly: "Evil! Then he took out another murderous tool from his pocket—an abacus!

"Click, click—"

Could it be that Zhou Ling's family was born as a bookkeeper? He quickly flicked the abacus with both hands, and it was all right in the blink of an eye.

"Deler, handsome man, just look at it!" Zhou Ling smiled evilly and said to the handsome man beside him: "Borrow your battalion's phone and help me pick up the artillery battalion." ”

"Azimuth angle 7-50, distance 300, test shot." Picking up the phone from the signal soldier, Zhou Ling began to summon the damned explosives.

"Boom-"

A cannonball that flew from nowhere, whistling and whirling, pounced on the thousand or so poor people. The moment the cannonball hit the ground, it turned into a large orange-red fireball, sweeping through countless metal fragments and flying sand and rocks across the surrounding land within a radius of tens of meters.

"Didn't hit." Shuai Lun frowned, and muttered in some disappointment, hundreds of fiat coins sounded like this.

"Wow!" This was the exclamation of Van Hale on the opposite hill, and he exclaimed, "Is this a cannon?" How can there be a cannon! Luckily, there's only one. ”

Is there really only one course?

At this time, Zhou Ling's face was expressionless, and he was not heartbroken by the loss of hundreds of fiat currencies, but picked up the phone and reported a string of data: "2-0 degrees to the left, increase the distance by 10, and test fire again." ”

Again, "a few hundred fiat coins" dragged a long flame at a speed several times faster than the speed of sound, and flew towards the frightened crowd.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang! A 75mm shell exploded in the middle of the crowd, and a large fireball swirled and swept across the ground within a radius of tens of meters, mixed with countless fragments of fragments and twisted all the surrounding life forms into pieces like sharp steel knives, including seven or eight of Van Harr's robe brothers, as for whether it was seven or eight, we had to put together the pile of scorching corpses that were still burning to know.

If Van Harl and his fellow robes had attended a regular military school, they would have known that something was wrong. The enemy did not have only one cannon, but was test-firing. The enemy's artillery observer acts as the eye of the cannon, correcting it according to the point of impact at the time of the test fire until it hits the target accurately. Then there will be an overwhelming barrage of artillery fire, shattering all the unfortunate eggs that are crowded into a mass exposed on the open flat ground.

In an open field outside Tongliang County, about three kilometers behind the Rabbit Rock Heights, 12 Min-13 75mm mountain guns were lined up, and the muzzles of the guns were all pointed at the northeast sky.

"Direction angle 7-52, distance 310, high-explosive shells, artillery battery - rapid fire 60 rounds - fire."

With the order of Tang Tongde, commander of the artillery battalion of the 26th Division, the 12 mountain guns of the two artillery companies began to roar almost at the same time, and the well-trained artillerymen fired 120 rounds of 75mm shells at the fastest speed to the front of the Tu'er Rock position 3 kilometers away.

Only 120 shells? Is it a little less? Hehe, it's not fun for the comrades who fired the artillery, but for Van Harr and his "artillery regiment" without cannons, it's simply 120 demon kings from hell!

As the first shell exploded in a pile of Sichuan soldiers with a piercing scream, almost in a short moment, the explosion of 120 75mm shells set off a wave of smoke and fire, dust and debris, and tens of thousands of metal fragments wrapped in a strong shock wave swept over, making people feel as if they were at the end of the world.

Artillery is indeed the god of war! Well, except for misses. Just 120 75mm high-explosive shells exploded among more than 1,000 Sichuan army brothers who were huddled together. After a storm of smoke and fire, it was left with stumps and severed arms. The air was torn into pieces of flesh by the waves of explosion and countless metal fragments swept at high speed, mixed with internal organs, covering the ground for a radius of kilometers, and the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. The soldiers of the Sichuan army who survived were all prostrate among the fragments of their companions, shivering. It was the first time they had endured such a heavy and accurate shelling, their noses and ears oozing blood, their faces trembling uncontrollably, and their mouths muttering in a language that no one understood.

Fan Harr, who was watching the battle from behind, tore off the military hat on his head and threw it on the ground, muttering and scolding: "Ge Laozi, which turtle son said that recruits are afraid of cannons, and veterans are afraid of machine guns?" ”

"Master, do you want to rush again?" A guy who didn't know what to do with the chief of staff put his head in front of Van Harr, who was on a rampage, and asked what to do next.

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, Fan Har's fan-like slap was pumped up: "Rush at you!" What kind of heart do you have for a turtle son? Didn't you see how tight their cannons were? What else to rush? Order the brothers to dig trenches on the spot, prepare for defense, and let them charge. ”

The amateur chief of staff who shook a goose feather fan covered his face and looked at Fan Harr pitifully, and only after a while did he burst out of his sentence: "But, but the division, we don't have a guy digging trenches?" ”

"That! Then—" Van Haal slapped him again, when he seemed to remember that the money that Janssen had set aside for him to buy equipment seemed to be in his pocket. In this case, Commander Fan Ha'er had no choice but to sigh: "Then retreat five miles, and then send someone to the people's homes to borrow some shovels to dig trenches, you can't squat here and wait for their artillery to blow up!" ”

……

"Long live the artillery! Oh also-" Seeing the Sichuan Army Brigade walking away with a piece of flying dust, and the Rabbit Rock position turned into a sea of joy, no one expected that today's battle situation would be so dramatic. Originally, when I saw so many enemies, I always felt that I was going to die here this time, but a burst of artillery killed half of them, and frightened them to roll up and leave.

Looking at the pride of the little man Zhou Ling, looking like I am an artillery soldier and I am the boss, he smiled and said, "How is it?" Brother Burren, you regret not studying artillery, right? But don't be discouraged, I've heard that the infantry battalion is being equipped with mortars, and you will be able to change the guns next year or the year after. ”

"Why don't you have a sense of guilt for killing so many people?" Shuai Lun glanced at Zhou Ling, and scolded with a smile: "After Lao Tzu stabbed someone with a bayonet for the first time last year, he had a nightmare for three days and three nights!" You kid pulled the abacus a few times, and made two phone calls to kill hundreds of surnames, and I don't know how many years of nightmares you will have! Do you want us to help us recite the Sutra for a while? ”

"Hehe, if I were you, you wouldn't be in the mood to joke." Zhou Ling looked at the battlefield that was still smoking in the distance, and said lightly: "Do you think Yang Sen will forget it like this?" And artillery is not unique to us. It is better to hurry up and let the brothers work harder, dig more anti-artillery holes, and it is better to build fortifications on the back slope of Rabbit Rock to make a circular defensive position. There are several times more people in Janssen than us, and it is very likely that they will launch a fierce attack on the whole front at that time, which cannot be dealt with by relying on our 12 mountain guns and more than 50 mortars. ”

was reminded by Zhou Lingyi, Shuai Lun's heart sank, he is indeed a little light now, and the battle just now has just begun. The pressure that my battalion will bear is conceivable, and it is really uncertain how many people will survive in the end. The only thing that can be done now is to repair the fortifications better and dig the anti-artillery holes a little deeper. Fight to survive the next real onslaught of the enemy!