At 4 a.m., the morning star slowly appears in the eastern sky, heralding the dawn of time...

This was the time when people were most tired at night, and the same was true for the Japanese troops in Yangon, and although there were also patrols to keep on guard, most of the soldiers standing guard deserted.

Except for the fierce battle two months ago, the enemy did not move much during this time, and they rarely launched surprise attacks at night, and the long standoff made them much less vigilant than before.

As everyone knows, on a small dirt slope one kilometer outside Yangon, more than a dozen 92 infantry guns have already set up their positions, and the soldiers and artillery of the special service battalion are making final calculations and adjustments.

If the little devils were to shoot a flare into the sky now, the scene they saw would definitely shock their jaws.

A chubby figure moved left and right in the artillery ranks, directing the soldiers to carry out the final inspection.

If you look closely, you will see that they all have gas masks on their faces, and everyone is very careful in their movements for fear of making too much noise and being detected by the enemy.

No vehicles or mules or horses were used to transport them, and more than a dozen cannons were pushed to this position by manpower, and the shells were carried by the soldiers on their shoulders one by one.

In order to allow the shelling to cover most of the Japanese defense line, the firing team was very close to each other, and a few hundred meters past was the firefighting area, which if it had been placed in the daytime, the little devils on the opposite side would have discovered it and opened fire.

This act of putting bayonets on the artillery was very dangerous, and if it weren't for the cover of the night, they would have been discovered by the little devils long ago.

At this moment, the artillery battalion commander took a walkie-talkie and reported to Krupp, who was still fiddling with the steering machine: "Sir, it's the brigade commander." ”

Krupp didn't say a word, immediately put down the work in his hand, took the walkie-talkie and put it to his ear: "What's the matter?" ”

"Zizi...... What the is going on, it's going to be dawn in an hour or two, have you done a good job of the dead fat man!? ”

Li Liansheng's anxious scolding came from the walkie-talkie, and the voice was so loud that it almost stunned his ears.

Krupp hurriedly put the walkie-talkie away from his ears, and still said with an unhurried and slightly silly voice: "It's almost ready, has Junza's order come down?" ”

"The order is down, launch an artillery bombardment on the Japanese army before five o'clock, but pay attention to the wind direction, now it is a northeast wind, you remember, you must wait until the wind direction turns south before you can open fire, don't keep it when the time comes, give me a full fight!"

And also... Be sure to drain those shells before the enemy strikes back, and then withdraw them for me right away! ”

Krupp nodded and was about to answer, when something suddenly came to mind: "That... What to do with these ninety-two infantry guns? ”

“… Deflated calf thing! Ignore those cannons! After a while, the shells will run as fast as you can, or you will have to explain your more than 200 pounds there! ”

Li Liansheng ordered angrily:

"One more thing... If the wind direction does not change, cancel the operation, there is only one chance, you can't take the risk of trying, if this gas bomb does not play a good effect, it will be pointless to wait for the little devil to be prepared. ”

Krupp, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, put down the walkie-talkie and looked at the artillery battalion commander next to him.

"Sir, sir? We're going to get ready as soon as possible. ”

The battalion commander swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously pointed to the gas bombs on the ground: "Now we are too close to the little devils, and it will be very dangerous to fire later once the position is exposed, we must finish all the shells in a short time, and this wind direction is also..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Krupp Saya, who realized it later, ran to the gun position in front and personally calibrated the shooting Zhuyuan for the soldiers.

Krupp on the artillery position and the fat man who only knew how to eat and drink were simply like two people, and few of the whole army could catch up with him in the control of artillery.

As a curved weapon, the 92 infantry gun was relatively easy to shoot from the anti-slope, but for the sake of range and coverage, the artillery position chosen by Krupp was relatively flat, and there were no more mountains to cover.

Although the rate of fire of this gun is relatively fast, it will still take a lot of time to finish the four tons of gas shells, and once this artillery position is discovered by the enemy and returns fire, then they will be really dangerous.

As the minutes passed, the sky was cloudy, and it was almost five o'clock in the morning, but it was still a northeast wind.

Krupp was lying on the edge of the sandbag, his cheeks covered with beads of sweat under the gas mask.

He tugged at the firing rope of a cannon in his hand, staring at his watch without blinking, apparently still waiting for his moment.

The battalion commander next to him was already sweating profusely, and his back was already wet with sweat, and the huge pressure seemed to make people breathless.

When using biological and chemical weapons on such a large battlefield, you have to consider the direction of the wind, and at the same time, you must also pay attention to your own position.

Rangoon is to the south, their artillery positions are on the northeast side of Rangoon, and the positions of the entire expeditionary force are in the north, west and west.

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Maybe the distance between the main forces has no effect, but most of their operators are suspended, and even the effect on the enemy will be greatly reduced.

"Ten minutes to five o'clock," Krupp muttered as he lowered his wrist.

"Sir, we... Are we going to withdraw? The artillery battalion commander asked with some hesitation.

The skyline was already slightly white, and it was almost dawn, but the direction of the wind was still the same, which also indicated that they had to stop the operation.

Although he is unwilling, no one knows what the consequences will be if he takes the risk of firing the artillery, after all, it is an action that affects the entire battlefield.

Krupp did not answer, but stared blankly overhead, listening carefully to the sound of the wind blowing in his ears.

After about two minutes, he took out his thumb and licked it in his mouth, and raised it above his head to feel the change in the direction of the wind in the air.

Then he grabbed a handful of weeds and threw them into the air, and as the weeds slowly fell, surprise slowly appeared in Krupp's eyes.

After another five minutes, he did the same again, and the weeds scattered in the air fluttered in the wind, but this time, they slowly landed in the opposite direction.

"The direction of the wind... Changed? The battalion commander stared blankly at the grass clippings on the ground with a look of disbelief.

A light breeze caressed it, and everyone could feel a slight chill behind them, unusually cool in this hot morning.

It was evident that the wind was blowing due south, and although the wind speed was not fast, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

Krupp no longer hesitated, and immediately commanded in a loud voice: "Order, everyone prepares, use gun position No. 1 as a signal, and fire at the same time." ”

"Yes!"