Chapter 768: Hell

Weng Zhengqing's expression was completely taken for granted, and he nodded in agreement: "I will use the cannon to tell those dwarfs how big the gap between the two is." Picking up the phone, Weng Zhengqing gave the order: "First regiment, knock out the artillery positions of the rebels, I don't want to see the mountain brigade attack and be intercepted by enemy artillery fire on the flank." The second regiment, the 241 heights, was the commanding heights, destroying the enemy's will to fight with the heaviest artillery fire. ”

"The pattern of warfare has changed radically, and the rebels are still using linear phalanx gun platoon tactics. I think I can let the cavalry read Dingchuan, insert behind enemy lines, and seize the ferry. Chang Shiren looked at the map and asked, Weng Zhengqing smiled and said: "You are the commander-in-chief, I am only responsible for signing the battle plan, and how to implement it is your business." ”

"Thank you, I will grasp every fighter, and after this vote, we can go to India to be the emperor of the soil with peace of mind." Chang Shiren laughed as he spoke, Liaodong rectified, and the punishment he received as the person in charge was indeed relatively light. Therefore, he can face it easily, although the price is that it will be difficult to return to Liaodong in the future, but his qualifications as a member of the Council of Elders have not been affected in any way.

On the 241 Heights, the main position of the Choshu Domain, the brave samurai did not carry their katana to cut down their opponents as they had done in the past, but hid in the trenches and waited for their opponents to attack. On this point, there was not much dissatisfaction from the top and bottom of the Cheung Chau Domain. They even followed the pattern of their opponents and set up large obstacles with wooden stakes at the front of the position.

There were 1,000 soldiers on the position, all of whom were the elite of the Choshu domain, and according to Mori Tsunhiro's plan, they held a strong position for three days, and then counterattacked with all their strength with the rest of the troops to hold the position. The key is this commanding height. Unbeknownst to Maori, the army of the Ming Empire gave the unnamed hillside a name, 241 Heights, by elevation.

Standing on the high ground, condescendingly looking at the busy enemy troops, it was difficult for Mori Tsunahiro to understand their behavior. Those Ming soldiers were digging trenches early in the morning, and the distance was about five hundred meters. this distance. The bullets of the smoothbore gun only know what they can hit, and the cannon can hit this distance, but Mori Tsunahiro only has a three-pounder gun and a six-pounder gun in his hand, and there are not many of them, so he has to hide them and wait for the critical moment to be used. Those 12-pounder cannons were hidden in hidden positions and used as killer weapons.

After more than 20 years of cultivation, the metric system has become a customary unit on Chen Xie's territory. CANNONS OF 105MM CALIBER, THE SOLDIERS ARE USED TO THIS DESIGNATION. pounds of this unit. Basically, it didn't show up much.

The heavy artillery needed eight horses to pull it, and after entering the position, the soldiers were busy, and in the entire Chen Xie's army system, only the artillery of these two regiments was independently organized, and the rest were divisional artillery, equipped with 75 caliber retreat guns.

The results observed by the hot air balloon were quickly passed back and prepared. A test shot began. There was a muffled bang, and the position trembled slightly. Five kilometers away, on the top of the mountain, a cloud of smoke and dust rose up. This was the first time that the new large-caliber withdrawn gun was used in actual combat, and the artillery regiment was very nervous.

Tsunahiro Mori, who was on the top of the hill, was lucky enough to hear a sharp whistling sound and look up at the shells that had landed fifty meters away. When the splashes of earth rained down, Mori Tsunhiro's ears were buzzing, and his expression was sluggish. The cannon of the Ming Empire's army, he had seen it once before, but it was a small cannon of 75 caliber. That thing was already scary, and this time it was far more moving than the last.

"This ......!" Before Mori Tsunahiro could finish speaking, the war horse under his crotch was frightened, let out a neighing sound, and raised his front hooves high. The defenseless Maori Tsunahiro was thrown off the horse, and there was more than one frightened horse, and the thirty or so people around him failed to escape this fate, and the scene was chaotic.

The scene was a mess, at least twenty people were thrown off the horse, and the rest of the people were trying their best to control the horses. The unleashed startled horse was running around, and when the scene was still chaotic, the sharp whistling sound came again, and this time the little surnames around them reacted immediately, and without saying a word, they ran backwards with Maori Tsunahiro on their shoulders.

There was another fierce "boom", and this time the shell was closer, landing directly near a trench ten meters away. The soldiers in the trench were all frightened and lay on the ground, and a samurai who was trying his best to control the frightened horse happened to appear near the landing point of the cannonball, and was directly blown up to a height of no less than three meters, and then fell heavily to the ground. The shrapnel cut a hole in the horse's belly, and the screaming horse fell to the ground, blood gushing out of its abdomen.

After a little silence, when the soldiers looked at the samurai again, they found that half of his head was gone, and he could not die again.

When the third shell came again, the soldiers on the position had two reactions, one was to get up and run, and the other was to lie on the ground and pray for Amaterasu's protection. The large-caliber artillery and new shells have shocked these samurai, not to mention those who were farmers before.

A short period of tranquility came, and the soldiers who ran away were cut down by the samurai who supervised the battle with knives, and then obediently returned to the trench, at this time on the position, everyone's expressions were extremely depressed, not far in front of them, three shells were fired in front and back, causing three people to die directly, and six people were still dying.

As a few of the samurai urged the soldiers to carry the wounded officers back, there was an even more alarming whistling sound in the sky, dense like a huge swarm of bees. Without hesitation, a dozen soldiers turned around and ran into the trench.

"Boom......!" Successive shells fell to the ground, and 24 cannons fired in a company-by-company unit.

Nobuo Hojo is a small flag on this position, and when the shelling begins, his reaction is that you are sluggish at first, and then subconsciously knelt down and prayed to the sky for God's protection. The roaring sound of artillery turned the position into a pan of oil in hell, and soon nothing could be heard in the ears, only the humming sound remained. stared blankly at a soldier on the flank, lying on the ground like a chicken being chased by an eagle, his trembling body rising and falling slightly on the ground. At some point, blood spilled from the corner of the soldier's mouth, and a cloud of dirt poured down like droplets, and half of Nobuo Hojo's body was buried.

I don't know what it means to be afraid, I know that I am in hell, and my sanity no longer belongs to me, and one soldier can't stand the torment, so he gets up from the trench and runs, and more soldiers run out with him, but a shell falls near them, and in an instant four or five soldiers fall to the ground, but more soldiers are still following these examples, dropping their weapons and running out of the trenches.

"Yaga!" Seeing the soldiers running down from the position, the samurai beside Maori immediately drew their swords and wanted to go up to kill these soft eggs, but Maori stopped them: "Forget it, let them go." At this time, Maori could see very clearly, there were several soldiers with blood flowing from their ears, and it was red!

I don't know how long it has been, but Nobuo Hojo has been kneeling on the ground, staring blankly ahead. The sound of the cannon seemed to stop, and he subconsciously stood up, staggering to see clearly ahead, when another whistling sound came, and he instinctively knelt down: "Anameasu God bless!" "Prayers began again.

First the heavy artillery regiment was washed, and then the artillery battalion of the mountain brigade was bombarded with 75 retreating mountain guns. The entire rebel positions on the 241 heights, after an hour of baptism of shelling, did not seem to have a single living person on the positions.

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the soldiers on the starting position jumped out of the trench where they were hiding, and ran forward with their guns on their waists. According to the tactics of training, once you hear the sound of gunfire, you have to find a hidden spot on the spot before you shoot back. The training syllabus formulated by Chen Xie is naturally impossible to act like a bloody anti-Japanese drama, standing and shooting when you are charging, what is the difference between it and your mother looking for death? Even if it is a smoothbore gun, a platoon of guns can kill people within 30 meters.

Of course, it is not to deny the tactics of the lobster soldiers, the tactics of the lobster soldiers actually have merits, otherwise Britain would not become a powerful empire on which the sun never sets, and the warships would not be able to drive on land. The accuracy of the smoothbore gun is really not flattering, so it will derive the perverted tactics of the lobster soldiers, withstand the fire from the opposite side, go to a distance of thirty meters or even closer to fire, and charge with bayonets.

Chen Xie, who is already playing with rifled rear-loading rifles, will certainly not remain the same. Minimizing casualties among soldiers is the responsibility of an army commander. The mountain brigade, which advanced rapidly in a skirmish line, did not encounter much resistance, and did not hear the sound of smoothbore guns until it was fifty meters away from the enemy's trenches.

This kind of resistance was met with a dense burst of gunfire and some black things falling from the sky. Wooden-handled grenades are not a difficult thing, Chen Xie, who is not short of wood, manufactures them in large quantities, and the standard configuration for each soldier is four.

After a grenade grenade, the gunfire intensified, mixed with the sound of Tatata's Montini machine gun, and the daring soldiers pushed the machine gun three hundred meters away from the flank, and then turned the shaker.

Thankfully, he didn't put all his forces in the first trench, but in fact his understanding of this defensive tactic was very limited, and the trench was not dug deep enough to show half of his body when he stood inside. Even if it was a blessing, it was a limited blessing, the second trench was about a hundred steps away from the first trench, and the position was higher, and the soldiers inside had already run a little halfway. (To be continued......)