According to the plan of the division headquarters, such a large ambush field was set up in Mogok, and in order to ensure that Ito's troops were wounded, Le Yiqin's Southern Flying Group and Zheng Yong's artillery jointly carried out air-ground coordinated firepower strikes.

According to the rhythm of the battle, all the fighters of the Southern Flying Group should be pouring tons of aerial bombs on the heads of the Japanese soldiers in the Mogok airspace at this moment, but in this ghost weather, Le Yiqin's eyes widened, and he shouted at the staff officer: "Immediately bring me the meteorological director of the Kunming Field Airport, and let me ask him, what kind of bullshit weather forecast?" ”

An old qualified combat staff officer glanced at Le Yiqin, who was full of depression, and said: "Commander, don't worry, the Mogu airspace is so big, it can't be eaten by artillery alone, and after a while, when the fog almost dissipates and the visibility improves a little, then you can take to the air to fight!" The end of the battle will depend on our aviation. ”

Le Yiqin said angrily: "You don't know, just Zheng Yong's eating appearance, first-class food protection, don't talk about the little devil, this time, I finally caught the opportunity of an artillery soldier to sing the leading role alone, even the bones and meat, if he doesn't eat it all, it's not Zheng Yong, believe it or not, at this moment, Zheng Yong promised to shout at the neck, don't make the cannon barrel red, he will never stop, don't think you can leave us some!" ”

Le Yiqin turned around on the ground a few times, muttering, "No, I can't wait, I have to ask the division commander to fight, and if it's a little later, I won't even be able to drink the soup," grabbed the phone, and said with a full heart: "Please take the teacher's instructions." Division commander, I'm Le Yiqin, in order to ensure the smooth end of the battle, our Southern Flying Group. Request to immediately rush to the Mogok airspace and participate in the bombing operation against the Japanese army, please ask the division commander for approval! ”

Tang Qiuli put the telephone receiver away from his ears, "Le Yiqin, what are you talking about, the aviation force is going to participate in the war?" What a joke, such a fog. Visibility on the ground is almost zero, what can you see at an altitude of several thousand meters, you can't see the target, where are your bombs thrown? Le Yiqin, can't you sit on the bench? Sue sù you, stay honestly, and wait for the order of the teacher. ”

A head-splitting reprimand. Yes, it's no play, Le Yiqin swallowed and foamed. Putting down the phone, it just so happened that the meteorological director of the Kunming base of the aviation unit came in, this is a middle-aged man with glasses, in his forties, weak in writing, and a delicate personality at first glance.

As soon as Le Yiqin turned around, he saw the meteorological director, and asked with a sneer, "Director Wen, how did your meteorological department do it?" Yesterday's forecast. Isn't it only light fog today? You see, this is light mist? Director Wen opened his mouth, he really didn't know how to explain to the commander, the light fog became a thick fog, which couldn't be explained, looking at the commander's appearance of eating people at this moment. The sweat from his head was coming down.

Le Yiqin didn't pay attention to Director Wen's face, and then asked, "According to the judgment of your meteorological department, how long will it take for this fog to dissipate?" Director Wen pondered and replied: "Report to the commander, judging from past experience, the fog can dissipate at about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and it can be used to distinguish ground targets. ”

Le Yiqin slapped his thigh, "It's over, it's only more than six o'clock now, more than six hours, Zheng Yong's thousands of cannons, can turn over a few Mogu, and it will be our turn to play?" Damn, this damn fog, you go back! As he spoke, he waved his hand at the meteorological director, and Director Wen couldn't laugh or cry, "Oh, I'm in a hurry to find myself, just for these few words, don't you just ask on the phone?" Looking at the commander's face, these words could only be muttered in his stomach.

The uninterrupted shelling has been going on for two hours, and there is no tendency to weaken in the slightest, and next to the artillery positions of the independent division, the boxes of shells piled up like snowballs in the sun have shrunk and turned into whistling metal projectiles, flying towards the heads of the Japanese troops in the dense fog, and all the cars of the logistics department are constantly shuttling back and forth between the various artillery positions, unloading boxes of shells.

Major General Zhang Quan, head of the logistics department of the independent division and commander of the Joint Logistics Command of the Burma Theater, who specially rushed to Mengmi from Myitkyina, muttered in his mouth, "Zheng Yong, this loser, will shoot out more than 100,000 rounds of artillery shells for me in such a short time, and see how I can settle accounts with him," while constantly shouting into the phone: "There is a shortage of manpower, send everyone in the logistics agency to ensure the needs of the front-line artillery, that transport detachment is delayed, see if I can spare him!" ”

Northwest of Mengmi, the artillery headquarters of the Independent Division, the commander Zheng Yong listened to the indistinguishable artillery sound as if he was enjoying a symphony, and felt comfortable in his heart, he felt that the artillery battles he had experienced and commanded were not worth mentioning compared to today's scale, "Report to the commander, after receiving the reports from the artillery groups, the Japanese artillery began to counterattack and carry out suppressive artillery bombardment of our artillery positions. "A staff officer came in and reported,

Zheng Yong rolled up his sleeves, "Yo ho, the little devil's artillery finally stretched out Wang Ba's head, and he couldn't find him, so what are you waiting for, order the heavy artillery group, quickly determine the direction and coordinates of the Japanese artillery position, blow me up fiercely, and turn the little devil's cannon into a pile of scrap metal!" Zheng Yong roared excitedly.

The staff officer said in embarrassment: "Commander, because the fog is too big, we can't measure the exact position and distance of the Japanese artillery position according to the ballistics of the Japanese artillery, and we can't carry out an effective counterattack," Zheng Yong heard it, and he was on fire at that time, "What? It is impossible to counterattack, then I ask you, how did the artillery of the little devils find our artillery positions? Their shells don't have eyes, do they? ”

The artillery staff was speechless, yes, how did the artillery of the little devils find our artillery positions? In fact, after receiving the order from Commander-in-Chief Ito to shell the artillery positions of the Independent Division, the fog also plagued the Japanese artillery, and they could not measure the exact location of the artillery positions of the Independent Division based on the trajectory.

It was also a senior artillery staff officer of the Japanese army who proposed a proposal to let the first attack wave troops, which were under artillery fire from the independent division, risk their lives to approach the front of the artillery position of the independent division, conduct observation, and then report the number to the artillery headquarters and give the order to the Japanese troops on the line from Mogu to Mengmi, which were under overwhelming artillery fire.

These Japanese infantrymen, who had no hope of survival, heard that there was hope for survival, and each of them braved the shells whistling in the sky, and in groups of several people, carrying radio stations, infiltrated the front line of the artillery position of the independent division.

Meng Xiaozhu was in the cave, feeling that the whole mountain bag was shaking, the huge shock wave seemed to come out of the ground, the soles of his feet were numb, and the two assistants were already pale, so uncomfortable that they almost vomited, in the dense shell explosion area like flying locusts, that kind of taste, absolutely uncomfortable, although he knew that this was his own artillery shelling the little devil.

Meng Xiaozhu was very normal, for such a fierce and large-scale artillery bombardment, he had experienced it for the first time, however, the rich battlefield experience made his discomfort to a minimum, seeing that the two assistants were about to be unbearable, Meng Xiaozhu tried every means to divert their attention.

He said: "As an artillery observer, you should distinguish the types and specifications of all artillery guns in any battlefield environment, so as to judge the effect of shelling," "Listen, this is our 155 mm howitzer, from the Soviet Union, this is a German 150 mm cannon," Meng Xiaozhu said from the sound of explosions, the different calibers, powers, ranges, and areas covered by a single shell.

The two assistants were stunned, their eyes were full of admiration, don't look at their team leader, they are several years younger than themselves, but they have no combat experience and said, "Team leader, we really admire you, when did we have this ability?" Suddenly, Meng Xiaozhu stopped their words, listened attentively, and the two assistants became nervous.

A few minutes later, Meng Xiaozhu said sternly to the two assistants: "The sound of the cannonball cutting through the air just now, something is not quite right, it should be the Japanese 152 mm caliber field artillery, counterattacking our artillery, such a fog, our artillery can not measure the accurate position of the Japanese artillery position according to the trajectory, I want to go to the top of the mountain to observe, contact by phone, you are in the cave, the number of jù I observed, quickly report to the artillery point." ”

Without waiting for the two assistants to return, Meng Xiaozhu's figure had quickly disappeared into the artillery fire and gunsmoke, and after a while, the two assistants received a series of numbers, Meng Xiaozhu's observation targets were only a few Japanese artillery positions that could be judged, and this was enough, the staff officers of the artillery headquarters of the independent division were all experienced veterans, since their own observation posts could observe the artillery positions of the little devils, the little devils would send an observation group to do the same thing.

Zheng Yong sneered and said: "Damn, the little devil is cunning enough, report this situation to the division commander, ask to send troops, blind the little devil's eyes, and order the heavy artillery of the first and third artillery groups to immediately destroy the Japanese artillery position, yes, Meng Xiaozhu is good, after coming back, I will definitely give him credit!" ”

After Meng Xiaozhu finished reporting the observation target, he was about to retreat to the cave, suddenly, a few shells flew in, and the two assistants only saw a burst of dust and gunpowder smoke at the entrance of the cave, and after a few fires flashed, the figure of their team leader was submerged.

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