That's the real firepower

A kilometer away, I saw the Japanese position, which had almost been razed to the ground. Just when all the commanders and fighters thought that their own attack was about to begin. A series of sharp whistling sounds once again reached everyone's ears.

On the position of the heavy artillery battalion, which has a full 12 105-caliber howitzers, nearly 100 artillerymen, under the command of their respective company platoon commanders, quickly stuffed shells weighing dozens of kilograms into the barrels of their guns bare-chested, ignoring the beads of sweat that were constantly flowing on their bodies.

"Boom, boom, boom..." A series of deafening roars rang out, and a crisp sound of shells retreating was also heard. At the same time, one by one, the shells with huge kinetic energy, driven by a cloud of orange-red flames, quickly flew out of the barrel and flew towards their own artillery targets, the forward positions of the 63rd Division of the Japanese Army.

Round after round, the forward positions of the Japanese army, which had just been bombed by three bombers in succession and had not yet reacted, were once again enveloped by intense artillery fire.

The explosive power of a 105-caliber howitzer projectile weighing more than a dozen kilograms is not comparable to that of a heavy aerial bomb. However, he has the advantage that when a shell comes down, it will form an impermeable network of shrapnel around the point of explosion.

Although, at this moment, the remaining elite of the Japanese army on the surface of the Japanese position are all based on their own experience, holding their heads as much as possible, lying motionless on the position, avoiding possible artillery strikes. However, in the midst of the flying shells, there are always one or two little devils, who are not extremely unlucky, and are directly hit by the shells and blown up to the bones. It was hit by the fragments of the flying shells, and he lay on the ground without saying a word and turned into a corpse.

Five minutes, although the entire artillery battalion held out only five minutes of artillery fire. However, during the five-minute artillery bombardment, 300 large-caliber shells were accurately fired into the forward line of the Japanese army

If nothing else, let's just say that a shell killed a little devil. The Japanese army of an infantry brigade, after three bombers and three hundred rounds of large-caliber artillery shells, was able to leave only half a brigade of combatable soldiers....

"The regimental commander and the artillery fire have begun to extend, and it should be turned. If we don't go up again, the little devils on the battlefield will be blown up.

When the time comes, our regiment will become a real corpse collection team..." The commander of the first battalion who served as the main attack reminded with an eager face.

"Shut up and forget how I've been training for the month. In addition to competing with the morale and combat effectiveness of the troops, the most important thing in modern warfare is to compete with firepower. The lives of our soldiers are much more expensive than these shells..."

However, on the surface, although it is scolding, but in the heart, it is very gratifying. After all, a fierce general who has the courage to fight is what every commander dreams of. Thinking of this, I saw the Japanese position where the smoke of gunpowder had slowly dissipated. The face of the head of the regiment, Li Shengda, was immediately shrouded in seriousness.

"Order, artillery battalions, mortar companies of each battalion, heavy machine-gun platoons of each company, ready for battle. The first battalion, immediately attacked, advancing the battle line to a position of two hundred meters from the Japanese position. Then, all the artillerymen concentrated their artillery fire on me and bombarded it for another five minutes. I want to see how many little devils on the position are left after three rounds of artillery fire...." Li Shengda ordered with a confident face.

"Yes, Commander...."

Although it was not a real attack, the battalion commander who received the task replied with great satisfaction. ..., with a loud charge horn sounding on the battlefield, more than 20 heavy machine guns of the whole regiment immediately fired an impermeable bullet net at the Japanese position that had been razed to the ground. At the same time, hundreds of soldiers lined up in a straggler line and in a three-three offensive formation also clenched the weapons in their hands, bent over, and covered each other, appearing in front of the Japanese position with a vigilant face.

"Yaga, attack, the squadron is attacking..."

The remnants of the Japanese troops on the surface of the position were shocked when they saw the position that had become ruins in front of them. However, at this moment, the dense gunfire made them have to react from the shock, and shouted loudly at the anti-artillery holes on the position, which I don't know if they are still intact....

"Quick, get into position right away, the squadron is attacking..."

"What are you doing in a daze, looking for cover on the spot, and preparing for battle..." With a brutal shout and curse, it roared out of the mouth of the little devil commander. One by one, the little devils who were also shocked by the tragic scene in front of them reacted quickly. With a look of consternation, rush to the crater that can be used as cover... ̈

"Fire, heavy machine guns, fire right away, suppress enemy fire..." Lying on the dilapidated position, facing the dense bullet net fired by dozens of heavy machine guns in the squadron, the Japanese captain could not raise his head to observe the enemy's situation. To the subordinates behind him, he commanded loudly.

However, it is a pity that his order, not only did not save the entire position, but buried the only heavy machine gun squadron in his hands that could be relied on.

After the artillery fire just now, the Japanese heavy machine gun squadron with only six heavy machine guns remained, although it knew that the enemy was strong and we were weak. However, believing in the spirit of bushido, they still did not hesitate to carry out the military orders of the captain....

Six heavy machine guns, under the manipulation of dozens of little devils, just protruded their hideous faces from the surface of the position, and before they had time to shoot, they were fired by dozens of heavy machine guns of the squadron....

"Da-da-da-da..." A burst of dense bullet strafing sounded on the battlefield, and the dense bullets like rain were concentrated at the location of the six heavy machine guns for the first time. Suddenly, a series of sparks rose on the pitch-black body of the heavy machine gun, and the entire body of the gun immediately became distorted under the blow of the heavy machine gun bullets...

That's it, six heavy machine guns, including dozens of heavy machine gunners behind them. Before they really entered the battlefield, they ended their combat careers ... ̈

In this way, hundreds of Chinese soldiers, under the cover of dense heavy machine-gun fire behind them, encountered almost no resistance, and successfully advanced the battle line very easily to a position only two hundred meters away from the Japanese position....

"The little devil of the dog day has finally come out... ̈ Communicator, immediately send a signal to the regiment commander, order the artillery, immediately open fire, and send all the little devils on the position to hell to meet the king of Hades..." The corners of the first battalion commander's mouth immediately flashed with a sneer. Facing the correspondent beside him, he ordered very decisively.

"Yes, battalion commander ...."

As he spoke, the communicator had already pulled out the flare gun that had been prepared at his waist.

And at this moment, the Japanese position was facing a squadron that suddenly stopped advancing. The only remaining half of the infantry brigade, who had just shown a desperate look and was ready to fight to the death, immediately flashed a look of wanton luck on their faces.

Of course, among all these little devils, the face of the Japanese captain, looking at the inexplicable squadron in front of him, not only did not show any luck look, but showed a deep solemn look, frowning and began to think about the specific reason why the squadron suddenly stopped attacking. ..., just as he pondered and still didn't get the answer he wanted. A sharp gunshot rang out from the squadron's attacking formation two hundred meters away, followed by a signal flare flashing with a blinding light, and appeared above his head.

Seeing the signal flare, the captain, who was still puzzled just now, finally understood why the squadron was stagnant.

All of this is a huge conspiracy, a huge conspiracy to tempt oneself to get out of the anti-artillery hole and wait to be bombed.

Thinking of this, the captain's face immediately turned blue...

"Yaga, we were fooled... What are we doing in a daze, immediately hide, into the bomb shelter... ̈ Although, the captain who reacted immediately reminded his subordinates behind him as soon as possible. However, no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than the artillery units that had already been prepared earlier.

With the rise of the signal flares, more than 50 mortars, mountain artillery, and field artillery of various calibers, which had already been set to shoot at Zhuyuan, were fired out of the barrels without the order of the regiment commander Li Shengda

A sharp whistling sound sounded in the air, and more than 50 shells of various calibers, after drawing a perfect arc in the air, landed very accurately in the middle of the dense Japanese army...

Round after round, in just five minutes, more than 1,000 shells of various kinds fell on this small position, setting off a bloody storm and rain.

The captain of the Japanese brigade, because of the loyal escort of the guards, did not suffer any damage during the five-minute shelling. However, in this way, he who experienced these five minutes in person was even more painful than being killed directly by the explosion....

Because, in the five minutes of this break, only more than 500 people remained in the entire brigade, because there was no cover of cover, completely exposed to the surface of the position. And the five-minute-long shelling, the dense rain of shells, once again kneaded the entire position several times. It is conceivable that at this moment, on the entire position, what else is left ....

"Trumpeter, blow the trumpet... Comrades, according to the training tactics, rush to the position for me, and annihilate the little devils..."

"Yaga, my first brigade... No, my first brigade..." With the sound of the trumpet, the captain of the Japanese army, who reacted from the shock, couldn't help but let out a miserable scream when he saw the stumps and broken arms all over the ground around him, and he could hardly find a position with a complete corpse.

Finally, after confirming that he was the only one left in the entire brigade, he was completely blown to pieces along with his own subordinates with a deafening grenade explosion・・・・・・

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