"Boom---"

Hiding in a hole in the dark, the handsome battalion commander who didn't look handsome at all said that this was retribution! Just now, he was still gloating and watching the Sichuan army being bombed, and in a blink of an eye, it was his turn.

"Hey, Sheng Rui." Poked Zhou Ling, the artillery observer who was huddled beside him, Shuai Lun looked melancholy, and said, "What is the probability that this cannonball will hit our hole?" ”

"One in 100,000?" Zhou Ling replied unintentionally, and said: "Handsome guy, you can rest assured, this cannon won't last long, a few hundred rounds is about the same, and the cannonballs are expensive!" ”

"I didn't expect this Janssen to have artillery." Shuai Lun sighed hatefully: "By the way, what do you artillerymen eat?" Can't you knock them out? It seems that there is a textbook saying that 'artillery counterattacks'. ”

In fact, this can be done completely, because Yang Sen's four precious mountain cannons were generously placed on the opposite hill, rumbling non-stop, and he never thought that they would be knocked out by the Kuomintang artillery.

"This is the above thing." Zhou Ling raised his head to look at the dirt above his head, smiled and said, "I have already reported the data." They are going to fight early, and it must make sense not to fight now, probably because they want to give Yang Sen a little hope, right? The war is fought by hope, and if Yang Sen has no hope of winning, then no one knows what he will do, so it is better to give him some hope to hang on to him. ”

It turns out that the Whampoa Military Academy lowered the threshold for some enrollment and still recruited some talents. Although this Zhou Ling's political quality is not very good, and he can't figure out the difference between Sanming Cooking and militarism, he still has a bit of talent in military affairs, and he guessed Luo Yaoguo's intentions at a glance. In order to avoid scaring Yang Sen away, so as to prolong the time to pacify Sichuan, Luo Yaoguo deliberately "asked" but Nugang's subordinates to show mercy, and not to defeat Yang Sen's two-way attacking forces at once.

"Alas! Then we'll have to be cannon fodder. "Shuai Lun is really a little envious of the artillery brothers now, the infantry now looks like cannon fodder, huddled in the trenches and anti-artillery holes, shivering, praying for the blessing of the gods of all walks of life, don't let the shells hit you.

Seeing that the Rabbit Rock on the opposite side was bombarded into a sea of fire by his own Simen Mountain, Wang Zhengjun was able to smile at Fan Ha'er beside him: "Brother Haiting, how is it?" Don't you dare to let go of those turtle sons anymore? Hehe, I don't think there are a few living creatures on that rabbit rock, right? ”

"What General Zhaokui (Wang Zhengjun) said is that this kind of tough battle has to be fought by your third division, and my brothers and brothers in robes are only worthy of waving their flags and shouting for you." Fan Harr struck with humility on his face. He didn't dare to make a mistake in front of a fierce general like Wang Zhengjun, but he was Yang Sen's favorite general.

As soon as the 10-minute shelling stopped, a brigade of the 3rd Division of the Sichuan Army launched the first round of onslaught on the Tu'er Rock Heights under the command of brigade commander Yu Mengqun. This time it was the essence of the Sichuan army, the two regiments of Yuan Zhi and Yang Hongkai, the two of them were famous thugs in the Sichuan army, and their troops were naturally not weak soldiers. Three thousand officers and men dressed in gray uniforms and large-brimmed hats carried Sichuan-made rifles with long bayonets. Spread out on the scorched ground that had been plowed by artillery fire to form a battle formation, slowly approaching the Rabbit Rock Heights from the east and north. They were followed by two machine gun companies carrying water-cooled heavy machine guns, ready to provide fire support at all times.

Before the smoke of gunpowder on the Rabbit Rock position was gone, hundreds of [***] officers and soldiers did not know where to come out, and quickly ran to their posts with their waists bent, ready to meet an enemy several times their size. Shuai Lun and Zhou Ling also drilled out of the anti-artillery hole and went to a bunker specially prepared for the battalion headquarters at the top of the high ground.

Seeing a large area of the enemy in the distance under the pressure of black pressure slowly approaching with a cold bayonet, Shuai Lun's heart was even more terrified, and he was almost frightened by the enemy's momentum. I didn't expect that the Sichuan army, which had always been looked down upon, would be able to launch such an imposing attack, put away his contempt, Shuai Lun turned his head to look at the artillery observer Zhou Ling, his eyes were full of expectation.

"Azimuth 7-55, distance 410, intensive bombing." Zhou Ling had already picked up the phone and was giving guidance to the artillery battalion.

Because of the large number of enemies and the spread out of formation, there is no need for test firing, and a few can be defeated in about the opposite direction, but it is unrealistic to rely on artillery to repel the enemy's attack as in the previous time. Unless it is equipped with a large number of heavy guns, including 150mm howitzers, as is the case with the infantry divisions of the European powers.

The position of the 26th Division's artillery battalion under Tongliang County is now busy, and clouds of white smoke keep rising and spreading over the position, followed by the sound of cannon discharges that are already indistinguishable! Hundreds of 75mm shells were fired at the fastest speed by the officers and men of the 26th Division's artillery battalion at the front of the Rabbit Rock position, four kilometers away. After finishing the busy Rabbit Rock side, the 12 mountain guns of the artillery battalion had to turn their guns and send hundreds of other shells to the front of the 77th Regiment's defensive position north of Tongliang County, used to kill and injure the Fifth Division of the Sichuan Army that was storming the 77th Regiment's position on the whole front.

The officers and men of the 1st Battalion of the 76th Regiment lying in the Rabbit Rock position suddenly felt that the earth was trembling, and then the "booming" explosion was like earth-shaking thunder, which swept the entire land under the Rabbit Rock. The burst of fire from the explosion of the cannonballs and the shock wave that swept through everything instantly caused disaster to the Sichuan army that was slowly approaching. The high-spirited officers and soldiers of the 3,000 Sichuan Army were immediately overwhelmed by a jungle of smoke columns, and the fragments of artillery shells representing the Grim Reaper flew in all directions, sweeping down the unobstructed Sichuan officers and soldiers one by one!

"Kill—"

The artillery bombardment of the decimating surname had just swept through the Sichuan army brigade, and the surviving Sichuan officers and soldiers did not scatter like birds and beasts. Instead, he quickly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and with a burst of shouts, he swooped down on the high ground where [***] was guarded, as if he wanted to drown this position that had been built as strong as an iron bucket with his own flesh and blood.

More than a dozen 13 heavy machine guns deployed on the high ground began to roar, and these automated killing machines swept the brave Sichuan officers and soldiers in rows at a rate of fire of hundreds of rounds per minute, and the front of the Rabbit Rock Heights began to gradually pile up corpses. The battle for the Rabbit Rock Heights began to heat up, and thousands of Sichuan officers and soldiers rushed over the fire net composed of heavy machine gun fire, using their flesh and blood to open the way for their companions to advance, and in this way, the first shock wave composed of 3000 Sichuan officers and soldiers finally attacked the Rabbit Rock Heights. Grenades began to fly in the sky on both sides.

This wooden-handled grenade was the most important equipment of the [***] team during the Republic of China, even surpassing the rifle. The grenade does not require much from the training level of officers and soldiers, as long as they can throw stones and remember to pull strings, they can fight. And the lethality of these things at close range should not be underestimated.

From the beginning of fighting grenades, it was the turn of the Kuomintang army to be unlucky, who made them less many? There are fewer grenades thrown by fewer people, and fewer enemies can be hit. Although the quality of the grenades from the Shijing Arsenal on the Kuomintang side is very good, the Sichuan army is not taking the defective products made in Sichuan, but the inventory made in Hanyang, and they are the elite of Yang Sen! Yang Sen has gotten a lot of good things from Wu Ziyu over the years.

Between the two armies, thousands of grenades flew around, and from time to time there was an explosion of "boom" in the position of [***] and the crowd of the Sichuan army, and then the wounded soldiers who were blown up and lacked arms and legs let out a burst of wails, which really made people listen to extremely sad!

"Long live Premier Sun! Come on! Seeing that the battle situation had reached a critical moment, Shuai Lun had no choice but to grit his teeth and shout the slogan on behalf of "Long Live Assault", and then rushed out of the trench first with a Min-13 submachine gun. He was followed by hundreds of officers and men of the first battalion of the 76th Regiment.

The dozens of Min-13 submachine guns that spewed tongues of fire "suddenly" suddenly covered the heads of the officers and men of the Sichuan army who were about to fight with bayonets. Dozens of submachine guns spewed out hundreds of hot bullets in an instant at a distance of more than ten meters, and the Sichuan army, which was caught off guard, suddenly screamed and cried wolf, and retreated one after another, and the first wave of the Sichuan army's offensive seemed to have collapsed.