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The artillery battle between the Chinese and Japanese armies lasted for a very short time, less than 30 minutes before and after, and several Japanese artillery positions were hit by a destructive blow, if you talk about the number and caliber of artillery, Ito just took his pants as a pawn, and he couldn't catch up, in Zheng Yong's words, "The little devil hit a shell, let's pay him a hundred rounds, see who is ruthless enough!" ”

The Mengmi front-line infantry units of the Independent Division sent thousands of small detachments, like digging potatoes, to dig out the Japanese observation posts one by one, and knocked out the Japanese infantry observation posts that had infiltrated the front line of the artillery of the Independent Division, and the Japanese artillery became blind at that time, and this is not counting, the Japanese artillery who could not get instructions could only shell according to the original position, and did not receive an order to stop the shelling, and many shells fell on the heads of the Japanese soldiers, which aggravated the disaster of the Japanese troops.

By about 9 o'clock in the morning of 10 October, the artillery of the Independent Division had shelled the Japanese troops of six divisions for more than five hours with volcanic eruption-like artillery fire, and more than 20 rocket artillery battalions blocked all the passages for the Japanese troops to retreat to the defense line of the Libao Grand Canyon with rocket launches, and at the same time, also cut off the possibility of the Japanese troops advancing forward.

More than 100,000 Japanese troops, pressed to death by artillery fire on the Mogu line, unobstructed forests and fields, full of broken corpses of Japanese infantry, more than five hours of shelling, almost killed more than half of the Japanese troops, the rest of the Japanese army, can only wait helplessly for the verdict of fate, they want to fight with the Chinese soldiers, but even the opponent did not see, what they saw was just endless, shells falling from the sky.

Ito's face was pale, he had nothing to do, he could only watch, in the thick fog, the rolling red clouds, the artillery that launched his own counterattack, and the artillery of the independent division, with superior firepower, knocked out hundreds of artillery, after receiving this news, Ito was already very numb, the first attack wave of the imperial army's troops, the last line of hope to retreat was dashed.

Can only wait for the fate of death, as the supreme commander of the imperial army, there is no way to watch his hundreds of thousands of subordinates, being slaughtered by Chinese artillery fire, this taste, more painful than a blunt knife to cut meat, Ito's heart is full of sorrow, he has experienced the scene of a big battle, but has never experienced it, the opposing infantry has not seen a single one, just with artillery, can cripple hundreds of thousands of imperial troops, this devil, how many artillery in his hands?

Ito let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, two cloudy tears, and slipped silently, "Order, the first attack wave troops, immediately attack the independent division troops on the front line of Mengmi, and no retreat without an order, even if it is all jade shattered," Ito gave such an order, his voice was empty and dry, without a trace of feeling.

No one dared to raise any objections, this order was actually to push the imperial army troops to the casualty line, the Chinese troops were so dense and fierce artillery fire, the imperial soldiers had not yet rushed to Mengmi, they would be blown to pieces by the shells, that the tactics of the devil Tang Qiuli were to use such a destructive artillery bombardment to wipe out all the imperial troops of the first attack wave in Mogok, His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief was right, Mogu was a big trap.

In fact, Ito didn't know about this result, how could he not know, once this order was issued, few of the 150,000 imperial soldiers could come back alive, since Tang Qiuli could take out so many artillery pieces and defend on the front line of Mengmi, it would definitely be unbreakable, and letting the imperial army troops who had already suffered heavy casualties take the initiative to attack, which was tantamount to moths to a fire.

But he had to do this, and had to give such a cruel and ruthless order, rather than being killed one by one by the shells of the independent division in Mogu, it was better to fight to the death, even if all the 150,000 soldiers were exhausted, it could cause some damage to the troops of the damned devil Tang Qiuli, it was better than closing his eyes and waiting for death.

No, it must not be like that, the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, they can't just break the jade in their pockets, they want to die, they have to die on the road of charging, let the young bodies of the imperial warriors go to meet the dense bullet rain of the Chinese soldiers, even if they are covered with bullet holes, their souls will return to their homeland, because they are warriors in battle, Ito sighed, as if he was seeing off his subordinates in this way.

Tang Qiuli had just put down Zheng Yong's phone, inspired by the Japanese observation post, risking death to sneak close to his artillery position, Zheng Yong ordered all the artillery observation posts to approach the shelling area as close as possible to observe, mainly to observe the effect of the shelling, after more than five hours of shelling, the way of artillery group shelling, made some adjustments, mainly to block the Japanese army's retreat to the Libao Grand Canyon passage.

According to Zheng Yong's estimate, the little devil who was suppressed on the front line of Mogu has lost his combat effectiveness, Zheng Yong said this, "Division commander, hundreds of thousands of shells smashed over, even if the little devil is an iron man, it has become powder, just now there was an observation group report, the shelling area they observed, how to say, the ground is almost red, there is not a single tree standing, there is not a complete stone, when the fog clears, the infantry will go up to clean the battlefield, but there is nothing left." ”

Tang Qiuli agreed with Zheng Yong's statement, in fact, if according to the normal law of the battlefield, after two hours of shelling, the infantry and tanks can completely rush up to solve the battle, but Tang Qiuli didn't want to do this, not because the Japanese army was trapped and the beasts were still fighting, such a fog, the target could not be seen clearly, and the infantry troops were put into a melee, although they could win a big victory, but the casualties were not small, he still had that principle, and the battle that could be solved with artillery shells would never end with the lives of soldiers.

According to Tang Qiuli's estimate, the Japanese army should not have much strength left, just like a ripe persimmon, a gust of wind can blow to the ground, the question is, how to avoid the fallen persimmons, splashed with fruit pulp, if these Japanese soldiers who know that they have no hope of life, come to a decisive assault, fight for their lives, really can't ignore this problem.

He immediately picked up the phone, "Order the forward troops on the front line of Meng Mi to immediately prepare for an anti-Japanese assault, remember, just defend in place, use intensive firepower, kill and injure the living forces of the Japanese army as much as possible, and never allow that unit to launch a counter-assault, wait for the fog to dissipate, and wait for the order of the division headquarters." ”

Under the command of middle and lower-ranking officers, the Japanese soldiers with bare backbones and a white cloth wrapped around their heads, holding bayonets, just like drinking invulnerable talisman water, did not take any evasive actions at all, rushed like a swarm, and the charge of 70,000 or 80,000 people was big enough.

"Boom" a large-caliber shell. Falling on the road of the Japanese soldiers' charge, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, like shredded toys, flesh and blood flying, the Japanese soldiers around them, as if they did not see this scene, kept rushing forward, the Japanese soldiers have no sense and fear, lying on the spot by the shells of the Chinese people, and on the road of the charge, in a burst of firelight, the body turned into pieces, the latter, is undoubtedly the most in line with the noble death of the Japanese samurai.

The fire and smoke of the shell explosion, rolling in the dense fog like cotton wool, the figure of the Japanese soldiers, ghostly and faint, this is a contest between ** and will, and the overwhelming artillery fire, rushing through the wall of fire, rushing through a burst of gunsmoke, the figure of the Japanese soldiers, less and less, behind them, is a broken corpse.

Finally, I could see the illusory outline of the town in the dense fog, but what made the Japanese soldiers even more desperate was that in front of the silhouette, there were countless tank muzzles, countless light and heavy machine guns with black holes, as if the current had been cut off, and the overwhelming artillery fire came to an abrupt end.

The calm was short-lived, the ears and psychology of the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the Mengmi defense line had not yet adapted to this calm, when the sudden gunfire like a shower replaced the calm, the eyes of the Japanese soldiers were full of sparks, and the Japanese soldiers in the first row, covered in bloody holes, were knocked out on their backs, and the huge impact of light and heavy machine gun bullets knocked down the Japanese soldiers as if they were cutting rice.

The muzzle of the tank also spit out shells, low-trajectory shells, exploded in the pile of Japanese soldiers who rushed over, this is another way of shelling, and at about eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the battlefield was completely calm, as if to match the rhythm of this big battle, the fog that filled the sky gradually dissipated, until it was blown away by the autumn wind in northern Burma.

The whole picture of the huge battlefield suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Qiuli's telescopic lens, a scene of the war just ended, from Mogu to Mengmi's front-line forward position, there was no trace of green, there were bomb craters everywhere, everywhere was as desolate as a desert, no other colors could be seen, the eyes were full of scorched earth, and the land had been turned over several times by shells.

In the battle of more than seven hours, the whole army was annihilated by the Japanese army sent troops from Southeast Asia to Mogok, and this was the largest number of Japanese troops annihilated since Tang Qiuli commanded the operation, and it was also the smallest casualty among the independent division's troops in all previous wars.

This artillery bombardment is also unprecedented in the history of wars in various countries in the world, and all kinds of coincidences and various favorable factors have created such a way of a campaign, and the victory of a battle was decided without sending out infantry, but only with more than 8,000 artillery pieces, and only Tang Qiuli could do it, and only the strong economic and military strength of the independent division could do it.

An artillery bombardment that lasted more than seven hours killed about one-third of the Japanese troops under Ito's headquarters, and there was jubilation in the division headquarters, and the young staff officers and communicators were jumping and cheering, they were all witnesses of this battle, and they naturally felt very deeply, Tang Qiuli suddenly saw in the telescope that the figures of the two soldiers, they were staggering on the ground ploughed by the artillery fire, and they seemed to be still carrying a stretcher.

(To be continued)

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