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The shelling continued, and the indistinguishable explosions echoed in the dense fog, and even Ito, who was at the headquarters of the Libao Grand Canyon more than 20 kilometers away, could feel that the shock waves, shaking the air and the dense fog, like a hammer, kept hitting his heart, how many artillery pieces did this devil take out to deal with his first attack wave troops.

Two thousand doors? Five thousand doors? If you want to cover all the areas of Mogu in such a fog, artillery fire can not be done without 6,000 artillery, 6,000 artillery, Ito's heart contracted violently when he thought about it, and the entire Southeast Asian dispatch army, all the artillery combined, but more than 1,800 guns, not even Tang Qiuli had less than one-third of the number of artillery pieces in the army.

Powerless, a deep sense of powerlessness, the disadvantage is not only the troops, but also the heavy equipment, this battle, there is no way to fight again, take advantage of the current losses are not big, stop, Ito is unwilling, but he knows better, if he hesitates for a minute, there will be hundreds or even thousands of soldiers of the Japanese Empire, torn to pieces by the shells of the independent division, and it is too late to stop.

"Order, the attack plan is canceled, and the troops of the first attack wave will immediately retreat to the defense line of the Libao Grand Canyon," Ito gave the order coldly, and Takemura, who didn't know the severity of the matter, came out to make trouble.

He shouted, "Wait! Commander Ito, the battle has just begun, and the Imperial ** team has not been attacked by the Shina army, and you have given the order to retreat, the general of the Imperial Japanese Army, when was he frightened by the sound of artillery, can I regard the order of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief as a passive avoidance of war, and fear of the enemy like a tiger? I will report all the actions of His Excellency the General to the base camp! ”

Ito suddenly pounced like a mad tiger, grabbed Takemura's collar, dragged him to the observation port, pointed to the flashes of light that appeared continuously in the thick fog, and shouted loudly, "Yaga! Stupid pigs, idiots! Open your dog's eyes and see that we are not attacked by the Chinese army, what is that? That's more than 6,000 artillery pieces, covering my entire offensive area, shelling my 150,000 Imperial soldiers! ”

"What do you think is this cannon sound is that the devil Tang Qiuli looked bored, and went into the dense fog where he couldn't see his fingers, and opened the cannon for fun? How could the base camp send such a complete fool like you~~――The first launch of the network update~~ Idiot, who can only talk on paper and has never seen a real battlefield, a mushy but self-righteous guy, to serve as my chief of staff, this is my Ito's shame, and it is also the sorrow of the empire If you want to return to your homeland alive and continue to be your general on the map, shut your foul mouth for me! ”

Takemura was stunned by the crazy Ito, staring at the frightened eyes, looking at Ito who was almost in a state of madness, he never expected that Ito would lose his temper so suddenly, this seemingly dry old man had a terrifying hand, grabbed the hands of the collar of the military uniform, and the power of the vices almost suffocated Takemura.

Ito glanced at Takemura with extreme contempt and disgust, and pushed him aside, with such great power, the dignified Imperial Japanese Army Lieutenant General, His Excellency Takemura Yamaichi, who was the special envoy of the base camp, staggered a few steps on the ground like a drunk, and sat on the cool, wet ground.

No junior officer came to help him, Takemura didn't dare to say anything, just now he saw the killing machine from Ito's eyes, a thick killing machine, that was looking at a corpse's eyes, so that Takemura's blood, almost coagulated cold sweat burst out instantly, he believed that only if he contradicted a few more words, this old guy who was already in a state of madness would slash himself without hesitation.

Then, a report was sent to the base camp, "His Excellency Yamaichi Takemura, Chief of Staff of the Imperial Southeast Asia Dispatch Army and Special Envoy of the Base Camp, Lieutenant General Takemura Yamaichi, in the battle to carry out the plan of the Battle of Burma by His Majesty the Emperor, was in the front line of command, unfortunately was hit by the artillery fire of the people of China, and was martyred. He believed that Ito would definitely do such a crazy thing at this time.

After another ten minutes, a staff officer came in, holding a telegram in his hand, and seemed to dare not raise his head, Ito's cold eyes swept over, and this staff officer was trembling all over, and stammered: "Report to the commander-in-chief, the commander of the first attack wave force, report that they are unable to carry out the orders of the commander-in-chief, the artillery fire of the independent division has cut off all retreats back to the Libao Grand Canyon, and there is a sea of fire in the rear, which cannot be passed, and the troops have suffered heavy casualties and many wounded, and cannot move quickly." ”

Ito's head "boomed", "What? His six divisions and 150,000 soldiers were blocked on the Mogu line by the artillery fire of Tang Qiuli's troops, and advancing was a dead end.

Ito almost groaned and closed his eyes, "China devil Tang Qiuli, how much money have you spent to deal with my soldiers, from the beginning of the first wave of artillery to now, it has only been more than thirty minutes, and there have been more than 100,000 shells falling on the imperial soldiers, just such a large area, how many shells have fallen per square meter?" ”

Ito didn't dare to think that in front of his eyes, there was a thick fog, rolling like a burning cloud, the soldiers of the empire, under the rain of bullets, their bodies were torn to pieces, the stumps of the soldiers were broken, flying in the fog, that terrible scene, ""Order, send all the artillery of the army, immediately shell the artillery positions of the independent division, cover the retreat of the troops," he subconsciously gave the order in an almost whispered voice.

Tang Qiuli put down the binoculars and just sat on the canvas marching chair, Liu Xinlan handed a cup of steaming tea to him, Tang Qiuli glanced at Liu Xinlan in surprise, Liu Xinlan hurriedly flashed her eyes to the side, this is her top boss, Chief of Staff Yang Ketian, gave Liu Xinlan a new task, in addition to recording the division commander's orders and sending telegrams, in the command headquarters, responsible for taking care of the division commander's Yiqiē, including making tea, taking coats, etc.

Liu Xinlan has an indescribable awkwardness about this new task, in addition to not daring to look at Tang Qiuli's gaze, every time she approaches his side, Liu Xinlan has a feeling of panic, her heartbeat is almost out of breath, she can't tell if it's pressure or other reasons, it's okay to record orders and send telegrams, it's okay to talk about it for a while.

can take care of this man's qiē, although he is in the command headquarters, but he has to follow him every step of the way, what is this? Chamberlain? He is a high-achieving student of Guangzhou Military Academy, Liu Xinlan can't help but be a little annoyed and a little aggrieved for her boss to arrange her new task like this, and Tang Qiuli also feels awkward.

In the past, in the headquarters, the people who made tea and handed out the water were their own special guards, who were used to seeing the big hands covered with calluses, and a pair of white little hands, handed over a cup of tea, so that the dignified independent division and the first brother couldn't help but be a little stunned, and some were not used to it, but in the end, the girl was careful, the temperature of the tea and the amount of tea were just right, it seemed, the taste was not the same as usual.

After taking a few sips of tea that seemed to have a unique taste, and looked at Chen Feng, the director of communications, Tang Qiuli said: "Director Chen, you listen to this cannon, Zheng Yong must have caught a big fish, but it is not clear how big this fish is, believe it or not, this kung fu, Zheng Yong is in the artillery headquarters, slapping the table and hitting the stool and shouting, looking like a greedy eater."

Chen Feng smiled, the characteristics of his work determined that Chen Feng, the director of the communications department, who was in contact with a large number of confidential telegrams every day, was a taciturn person, but recently, he felt quite idle, in the past, the division commander did not shout himself dozens of times, then it would not stop, but in the past few days, his ears suddenly quieted down, Chen Feng wondered, the battle preparations were in full swing, and he, the boss in charge of the confidential communications of the independent division, suddenly became idle, abnormal?

As soon as I inquired, there was a female officer with a confidential secretary next to the division commander, it was said that she was transferred from the staff office, and now, even Yang Ketian, the chief of staff, rarely wandered around the division commander, Chen Feng seemed to understand something, and consciously sent some telegrams to Liu Xinlan's side, of course, when it comes to the core secret telegrams, Chen Feng will still personally report to the division commander, which has nothing to do with trust or not, it is Chen Feng's habit and his work style.

Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the Independent Division, who was mentioned by the division commander Tang Qiuli, was as expected, his face was full of excitement, and his big hands from time to time put together the table made of shell boxes made of "bang" sounds, and his loud voice could be heard from afar, "What? The commander of the fourth artillery group, don't be petty, calculate the amount of economic shelling, and shoot all the shells out for me, don't count your waste, I'll take it for you! ”

"What, your first artillery group asks for extended artillery bombardment, no, I tell you big man Wei, your artillery group, just stuck the main passage of the little devil to retreat to the Libao Grand Canyon, close the door and beat the dogs, the turtle in the urn, you give me a bottom leak, the division commander is looking for trouble for me, I will find your trouble, the original shelling area remains unchanged, even if the soil is red and the stones are broken into pieces, you have to keep an eye on it!"

"Sue you, this is a rare opportunity, if it weren't for the fog, wouldn't those guys from the aviation force come to join in the fun? Le Yiqin's eating appearance, you don't know, if you let the winged guys come in, how much fat can our artillery eat into their mouths? Hey, it's hard to fight, and the cannonballs are open to supply. ”

Zheng Yong put down the phone, picked up a glass of cold boiled water, and "goo-goo-goo" came to the bottom of the sky in a few clicks, this battle was fought happily, although the artillery observation groups, although they still couldn't see the effect of the shelling, but in the explosion that shook the ears "buzzing", they could hear the faint screams, so how many little devils must have been hidden in the fog and bitten by our shells? Happy, really *** happy!

Le Yiqin, commander of the Southern Flight Group of the Independent Division's Air Force, who Zheng Yong called ugly, was in the command room of the Kunming Field Airport, grinning like an old wolf, looking at his watch while cursing viciously at the ghost weather. ~-~