Xia Xinsheng led the team to run until he couldn't hear Chen Geng scolding the street, and then slowed down nervously. The pen is www.biquge.info searching for memories of General Chen's hobbies, arranging for the soldiers to take turns and replenish some food and water while walking.

After passing the people in front and waiting for the artillerymen to come over, Xia Xinsheng found out the artillery team leader from the crowd, that is, the Henan man who played very well with artillery. faceless pestering others while chatting and walking.

The reason why it is said that it has no skin and no face is because since the establishment of the artillery team, Xia Xinsheng has never come to communicate with them except for unreasonable requests. I can't name them, or I don't care about them.

To say that this Xia Xinsheng is too eager, I always hope that I can get the troops into shape faster and do more. Because as a person who loves this country deeply, as a person who has been touched by the predecessors of the old Interna Schonlale family, and as an eight-year-old rabbit, Xia Xinsheng can't think of a reason why he is not willing to work with them and fight side by side with them.

Or, Xia Xinsheng always hopes that maybe all this he does can make the era of living in the future father, daughter, wife and children better, and the country he is in can be stronger and tougher. Xia Xinsheng himself couldn't say which reason he took more seriously and more urgently.

Xia Xinsheng licked his face and talked to the head of the artillery team, and the long brothers and the short brothers had a good vernacular. The two fought hotly, and they knew that this person's name was Zhao Chengzhang, a native of Henan. Xia Xinsheng couldn't think of this amazing talent. He was also ten handsome and ten generals and some more famous fierce men at this time. The rest is only half understood.

If you want to say that this person is powerful, the founding major general, in the Long March to break through the Wujiang River, the intensity of the Dadu River, the capture of Lazikou and other famous battles, the bullet did not miss a shot, played a huge role. In particular, in the battle to cover the forced crossing of the Dadu River by the 17 brave men, with only three remaining shells, the last three core positions of the enemy were hit, so that the Red Army turned the corner from danger to safety, and was commended by the Central Military Commission and praised as a "sharpshooter". During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, he successively served as the battalion commander of the artillery regiment of the Eighth Route Army Headquarters, the director of the artillery of the 129th Division, and the director of the artillery of the Yan'an Joint Defense Headquarters.

It is recorded that the fastest rate of fire of a mortar is 30 rounds per minute. Zhao Zhangcheng increased the rate of mortar fire to more than 40 rounds per minute in Guanjiayuan.

The Okazaki detachment of the 39th Division of the Japanese Army occupied a hill and condescended, condescendingly concentrating more than a dozen machine guns to form an airtight firepower network. Several successive charges by our infantry units were unsuccessful.

At the critical moment, Zhao Zhangcheng rose to the challenge. He personally led a mortar and more than a dozen fighters, and unconsciously moved to the bottom of the cliff on the enemy's occupied mountain, with a vertical distance of only thirty or forty meters from the enemy, and wanted to defeat the enemy with his original special shooting technique of shooting at the corner of the high firing angle. General Ding Benchun, former political instructor of the 9th Company of the Eighth Route Army Artillery Regiment, wrote in an article recalling his old comrade-in-arms Zhao Zhangcheng: "Comrade Zhao Zhangcheng measured the distance, adopted an extraordinarily large firing angle of 88.5 degrees, and fired fiercely at the enemy's position at a speed of more than 40 rounds per minute. During the shooting, 8 comrades opened the ammunition box to prepare shells, and 4 comrades kept loading the fuse for Comrade Zhao Zhangcheng to shoot alone. I saw that the shells flew into the sky in a series almost straight up and down, and fell into the enemy position. "With a very large firing angle of 88.5°, the difference of only 1.5° is 90°. If it is 90°, it means that the shell will fall vertically back to its place. The sky is unpredictable. Even if it is only 88.5°, if there is a slight change in wind direction and speed at an instant, the impact point will be changed, and there is a high risk that the shell will fall on the head of the gunner. What's more, in 6 minutes, Zhao Zhangcheng fired 240 shells in a row, with an average of one and a half seconds. If the slightest mistake is made, the consequences will be unimaginable. It can be seen that the extra-large angle of fire is a very thrilling shot. A gunner who is not sure will dare to take this risk. However, Zhao Zhangcheng was a confident artillery god, and all 240 shells fell into the enemy group without exception.

Playing simple shooting without a gun carriage is a unique way of shooting mortars, which usually requires the use of No. 0 charge, that is, only the basic medicine tube, without a medicine bag, the muzzle velocity is very small, and the firing range is very close, only hundreds of meters. It is generally fired in an emergency, which requires a high quality of the gunner. General Zhao Zhangcheng, the former deputy commander of the artillery of the People's Liberation Army, has this unique skill.

Of course, Zhao Zhangcheng's unique skills are not only like this, such as the famous chili flour mortar shell, and the bunker nemesis Quping dual-purpose mortar are all from the hands of this talent. He is the only person in the history of artillery who can complete the art of mortar technology.

Of course, if someone has to tell Xia Xinsheng that this Quping dual-purpose mortar is from this master's hand, Xia Xinsheng will be able to remember a lot of information.

This will Xia Xinsheng is spitting and talking to others, and then let's teach the battalion how to be strong and strong, and how to be capable. It wasn't until more than 300 meters in front of the town's outlying position that he stopped opening and closing his mouth, allowing the team to quickly unfold and prepare for battle. Carrying a telescope and running back and forth to observe.

Xia Xinsheng was not in a hurry, he was not so arrogant that he thought that he could end this operation with the half of the battalion in his hand. After all, the people in the town have been given a lot of time to prepare, and they really don't have the strength to attack.

Xia Xinsheng hurriedly ordered everyone to arrange fortifications on a small river ditch and embankment around him, and at the same time sent a telegram to the column and the former enemy headquarters to report the situation and ask for support. However, there are still bursts of gunfire from the east, west, and north, and it is estimated that it will take a lot of time for this reinforcement to come.

The levee was half a foot higher than the cropland, and the enemy's fortifications were built on a small hillside opposite the cropland, controlling the Ihata hill south of the town. However, the depth of the small river ditch is chest-deep, and one person is a little more wide, and two people side by side cannot pass. A platoon of fighters spread out a few meters away, and one man guarded the ditch as a forward position. Behind them, most of the soldiers scattered, lying in the crop field, desperately digging the bunker with broadswords and bayonets.

Xia Xinsheng drove the flying thunder gunner back dozens of meters to defend the artillery. Scatter the cavalry on both flanks to prevent the enemy from copying over from both flanks and wrapping Xia Xinsheng and them with dumplings.

On the other side, a group of people, about 700 people, scattered from the hill, and the machine guns slipped away and faced this side.

Xia Xinsheng saw that something was wrong, got up and shouted "anti-artillery" while running around, and the soldiers who had no time to react in the future kicked to the ground.

The other side began to fire in this direction. In the end, it was the Zhongyang Army, and the shot was extraordinary, and nearly ten shells came at once, and most of the mortar shells were mixed with one or two mountain guns. There weren't many cannons, but the place was just so big that it shook like a mountain when it landed around it.

The first wave brought down a dozen fighters. Fortunately, the soldiers scattered very widely, and they couldn't knock down a few people with one shot. The casualties were barely acceptable. The fighters consciously crawled between the two waves of shells and scattered to the left, right and behind. Casualties from shells in the back were noticeably lower.

The shelling continued for several minutes, and before the artillery could stop, a company of troops from the opposite side pressed up under the cover of machine guns. On the opposite side, there was a mountain artillery with a much longer range than the mortar, and Xia Xinsheng did not dare to let the artillery fire in advance to suppress it, and all the infantry lay in the small river ditch, and the grenade was opened and the gun was loaded, waiting for the opponent to come.

At this time, the fortifications behind him had only made some earth pits, and if they hadn't piled up the earth in front, people would still have the back of their heads exposed when they lay down. Xia Xinsheng was dragged down by the soldiers sent by the instructor of the second company, and stayed behind to command.

The Fruit army advanced to a position of 150 meters in front of the position before extending the artillery fire back. As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the enemy rushed to within 100 meters. Xia Xinsheng gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to fire, and kept estimating the distance.

When the enemy was one to fifty meters away, Xia Xinsheng pulled the trigger and put down an official-looking Guo Jun in the crosshairs to the ground, shouting: "Fight!" Suddenly, more than a hundred guns opened fire in unison, and the machine guns on both wings crossed to encircle the attacking troops in a small space, receiving the harvest of bullets.

This wave of enemies was exceptionally tenacious, and most of them were overthrown, and they still lay there deadly, fighting the Red Army to the death. The shouting and killing sounds in the east and west villages were noticeably quieter, and the gunfire was also noticeably sparse. The enemy commander was obviously in a hurry, and the shells fell again, several times denser than before. Another 300 or so men came out, all of them with submachine guns, and steel helmets on their heads.

The artillery fire came suddenly, and there was still an enemy dozens of meters from the front, so there was no way to defend against artillery with peace of mind. A wave of extremely rapid fire fell, and a large number of warriors fell in a pool of blood. The minced meat foamed all over the ground.

Xia Xinsheng's anger rushed straight to his head, tears came out of his eyes, he slammed his hat to the ground, and yelled: "Lao Tzu is too much! "Ran over and took the rest of the artillery fighters to bring the flying thunder cannon close to about 20 meters from the front line, and quickly loaded it so that the mortar was ready.

Xia Xin stared at the approaching enemy.

One hundred and twenty meters.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

The enemy began to charge......

Xia Xinsheng yelled: "Fire!" "A match was struck, and only an inch long lead was left behind, and he didn't run away, but lay on the spot. The Flying Thunder Cannon roared and delivered the explosives to the crowd of the Fruit Army. A piece of corpse was lifted, and pieces of flesh rained down in all directions. Three mortars followed.

Zhao Zhangcheng always felt uncomfortable, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. Pulled five or six fighters and yelled, "Charge Lao Tzu Zero!" "I went up and dragged a mortar warhead, grabbed the kit fuse and stuffed it in.