Five minutes ago, at the moment when Asakawa began to shout on the radio, Wang Chengzhu led the artillery company to prepare for battle.

As long as the commander of his own regiment gives the order, those soldiers who have been waiting for a long time will pour out their anger on the enemy in the shortest possible time.

As a curved weapon, mortars are usually positioned in positions with natural cover.

The foothold of the new second regiment can be said to be a good forward observation post, but once the artillery is fired at the airport, there is a high probability that the devils can easily discover this artillery position.

Considering that after the battle starts, the speed of the enemy's counterattack must not be slow.

Wang Chengzhu did not line up 7 mortars in a random place like in later film and television dramas.

Instead, with the permission of their own regiment commander, they dug a shooting crater 15 meters in front of the foothold in the early hours of yesterday morning, and concealed it.

The prerequisite for the construction of such a position is that there are no trees or shelters above, which is already the most stable way of playing the column can be thought of at the moment.

Seven 82-mm mortars of the new 2nd regiment were all arranged in seven oval firing craters with dimensions of 240X180cm.

In this way, the position can not only achieve 360-degree shooting, but also play a more or less concealed role.

There was a small trench on each side of the crater that could accommodate one soldier, and although it was uncertain how strong the enemy's counterattack would be, it was always good to protect the precious gun crew.

Wang Chengzhu, the empty prince who firmly believes that only by living can there be output, also asked the soldiers to pile up a 25-centimeter breastwork.

Behind the mortar, there was a channel reinforced with vertical planks. This trench, which can accommodate two people walking side by side at the same time, leads to the ammunition storage point.

There were neatly stacked boxes of ammo stacked like mahjong tiles.

In order to bring these 3.8 kilograms of shells to the periphery of the airport, the soldiers of the third battalion suffered a lot.

Because the recoil of the mortar fire hammers the base into the sand, the fighters also thoughtfully put the lid of the ammunition box under the base.

It can be said that everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed!

At this time, our Grand Master Li climbed a tree and held a telescope and kept staring at the brightly lit airport in front of him.

Patience is a must-have quality for a hunter, and as an experienced commander, he waits for his enemies to reveal fatal flaws.

When the devils loaded all the aerial bombs and machine gun bullets, and began to refuel the Type 97 fighters. Li Yunlong, who was on the branch, shouted to the artillery position diagonally below:

"Pillars! Get ready! Your chance is coming! ”

After hearing the order, Wang Chengzhu nodded. The first round of shelling was the most important, at this point in time the enemy was not only unprepared, but also the fighters had not yet moved to the runway one after another.

Even the ground crew didn't leave the tarmac in time, and the fuel drums on their carts were a good thing.

Once you can hit or implicate these flammable and explosive materials, it will cause a chain explosion throughout the tarmac, unlocking the achievements of all acquaintances.

It is worth mentioning that this airport of the devil has no walls. At the same time as the first round of shelling, Wang Chengzhu could adjust the parameters of the mortar in time according to the landing point of the shells.

But it doesn't matter if you can't shoot accurately.

If the technique and accuracy are not enough, then use the number to kill the enemy. Under the cover of artillery fire, all beings are equal.

"Attention guns! Check the Yuan to get ready to shoot! We can't take away a single shot of these shells, otherwise we will become a burden when we retreat! ”

"In the first round, you have to shoot for a minute, and the more shells you shoot, the better!"

"Don't stop until you see my flag!"

Under Wang Chengzhu's strong command, all the soldiers of the artillery company were so excited that their blood was boiling, and there seemed to be a raging fire in everyone's hearts.

The main thing is that it's such an enjoyable way of playing, and everyone hasn't thought about it before.

The artillerymen who were able to participate in this mission were all veterans who had passed the screening process.

These soldiers, who have more than three years of combat experience, have carried through the most difficult days and have almost engraved the word thrift in their bones.

When fighting devils, I can't wait for a cannonball to be split in half. When you take out a certain enemy fire point, you have to regret it for a long time if you don't kill a few infantry by the way.

It is because of the poor reserves of artillery shells in the past that the artillerymen are pursuing the accuracy of a single shot, how can there be such a concept of artillery fire coverage.

This time, there is no need to think about it so much, the shooting parameters are all calculated in advance by their own company commanders, and everyone only needs to shoot mechanically.

When Li Yunlong saw that the ground crew of the devil had finished all the preparation work, he slid down from the tree and shouted to the soldiers below:

"Third battalion commander! Power! ”

"Quick! Fire! ”

Under the scorching gaze of the soldiers of the artillery company, Wang Chengzhu waved the flag in his hand fiercely, and at the same time picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and began to observe.

"Put!"

Having received the order, the fighters of the artillery company let go of their hands as if reflexively, allowing the shells hanging above the barrel to slide to the bottom.

After letting go, the shell fell, and the gunners immediately bowed their heads sideways and covered their ears.

In the darkness of the night, a puff of green smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and a little flame erupted, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the surrounding area of the gun mount.

Bang × 7!

Because the muzzle velocity of the shells was only more than 400 meters per second, this round of shells did not fall in the air, resulting in Wang Chengzhu not being able to see the landing point.

But this time the tactic was artillery fire covering, and he continued to wave flags on the sides of the artillery positions, signaling the fighters not to stop moving.

The veterans of the artillery also lived up to the trust of the company commander, and the gunners constantly took the shells handed by the ammunition man.

The movement is skilled, and the layman has to shout well when he sees it.

In the trenches in the rear, there were several ammunition men running back and forth. A gun crew of five ammunition men takes turns to deliver a steady stream of shells to the position like an assembly line.

The theoretical rate of fire of the 82mm mortar is twenty rounds per minute, but fire at full speed does not last long, depending on the material of the barrel.

The artillery crew of the new 2nd Regiment could maintain about 17 rounds per minute, and in just one minute, 119 rounds of 3.8 kg shells flew to the devil's airfield one after another.

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In this day and age, pilots of any country do not like to go out at night, after all, the weather is the most important factor in air operations.

However, with air supremacy, the devils of the army aviation can barely do something at night.

After all, whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Preserved Fruit Army, there is not even a large-scale air defense weapon.

Such a comfortable combat environment made Xiao Ri gradually become a paramecium licking the ground brainlessly, and he didn't even have the least respect for the ground crew.

At the airport, several devils in summer flight suits are denouncing the ground crew, asking them to hurry up and prepare the next wave of 7.7mm machine gun bullets.

Although Yoshio Shinozuka asked the 29th Independent Flying Team to put safety first and not to do anything too radical.

But it is clear that these devils, who have long forgotten that bombers are offensive weapons, and fighters are only defensive and tactical support, do not care whether the enemy can threaten them or not.

After all, previous combat experience had taught them that the chances of being shot down by a machine gun were very small. The crash of Haruta Akiyama is like a joke in their eyes.

Suddenly, Asakawa was beating his heart and had a sense of foreboding. It's like being bitten on the ass by that I-16.

This Lu Aviation Shaozuo pressed his uneasy mood and looked up at the sky. It turns out that your instincts are sharp when you stay on the battlefield for a long time.

While he was still trying to analyze the flickering panic, the searchlights and lights at the airport were all extinguished, and a familiar and unfamiliar voice was heard in the distance.

At this time, no one thought that the airport would be attacked, after all, the airport was near Taiyuan. No matter how bold the enemy is, it is impossible to run to the territory of the headquarters of the First Army.

"Did you hear anything?"

After hearing their captain's words, the devils stopped insulting the power system, and all of them quieted down and began to listen to the sudden sound.

The shells of the Min-20 Type 82 mm mortars fly at a speed lower than the speed of sound, and if the target is in the position of the maximum range, it often has a reaction time of about two seconds.

By the time the devils had just realized what was about to happen, the shells in the sky had already landed on the area of the tarmac.

"Mortar!!"

Just three words don't need to say much, all the little days are moving.

The pilots ran towards their fighters in the faint light of the moonlight, while the ground crew pushed their carts and ran wildly towards the underground bunkers.

It's just a pity that their speed is too slow, even if they grow two more legs, it will not be enough.

Originally, the first wave of 7 mortar shells had to be harvested.

However, sometimes it is better to fight well than to catch well, and a ground crew ran to a place only two meters away from the landing point on the way to evacuate.

Coincidentally, he still had half a barrel of unused jet fuel on his cart.

Nearly dozens of catties of oil were detonated in an instant, and exploded into a beautiful fireball near the tarmac, which perfectly proves what an explosion is art.

The first drop of blood appears!

As the devils approached their fighters by the light of the fire, the second and third waves of shelling rained down one after another, and explosions, smoke and wails filled the entire airfield again.

A cannonball that symbolizes death will not let someone go because of their status.

Whether it is a ground crew or a pilot, it is like paper paste in front of shrapnel, and it is dead at the touch.

A few shells even hit the oil depot, so loud that the residents of Taiyuan could hear it. Thanks to the devil's ammunition depot built underground, otherwise the entire airport would have been ruined if it was blown up.

The enemy's reaction was quite fast, and half a minute after the power was cut off, the devil Shaozuo, who was in charge of the airport guard, rushed out of his lounge.

Looking at the Type 97 fighter struggling in the firelight, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi almost didn't stand up with his legs weak, and he felt like the sky was about to fall.

He grabbed a running soldier and told him to tell everyone to assemble!

At this moment, a squadron leader ran over and kept shouting on the way:

"Shaozuo! We are being shelled by an unknown enemy! ”

Looking at the useless subordinates in front of him, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi only felt that he was going to be angry to death. The devil kicked the other man in the stomach and yelled angrily.

"I'm not blind! Find the enemy's location! Mortars can't go far! Hurry up and search for me! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shell accurately hit a fighter that was preparing to take off, and the loaded fuel tank and all the weapons released a huge amount of energy.

Even the other planes on the runway were implicated, and the two closest ones were swallowed up by the explosion as soon as they saw it.

Since the destruction of Yangmingbao Airport, the garrison force of the devils at the airport has been continuously upgraded, and the current three squadrons are infantry drawn from the 33rd Division.

Although the shooting pit arranged by Wang Chengzhu briefly blinded the enemy's eyes. But after careful observation by the devils on the sentry post, the position of the artillery company of the new second regiment was still exposed.

After receiving the information, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi did not set off immediately, because he was waiting for all the soldiers to assemble.

In Jin Province, the enemy who could launch an offensive of this intensity was either the Jin Sui Army or the Central Army. The latter were all cowering in the area of Zhongtiao Mountain at this time, and the enemy they would face must be the Jin Sui army.

Eighth route army? I'm sorry, but even if they were rich, they couldn't be so wasteful, they weren't in the scope of consideration at all.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the airfield that was being shelled.

The dense shells were like no money, with waves of no more than ten seconds apart, and at least more than 100 shells were fired in just one minute.

Although he did not participate in the Battle of Xinkou that year, it is well known that the Jin Sui army's infantry artillery is strong and melee is powerful. If it weren't for the lack of their air force, those eight artillery regiments would definitely cause a lot of damage to their younger country.

The Jin Sui army has been planning to attack the airport for a long time, and there must be many enemies on the opposite side. If you rush out without gathering all the troops, it will be a tactic to add fuel!

Looking at the soldiers of the three squadrons, they began to quickly assemble under the leadership of the squadron leader. Tsuyoshi Fujimoto took a deep breath and prepared to order everyone to attack together.

The airfield had already been bombed to the point that 7 fighters had been destroyed by the enemy just by what he had seen. And the remaining four are also full of holes, and there is a question mark over whether they can be repaired.

The runway and the tarmac are no different from scrapping, and if these attackers cannot be eliminated, the commander of his own country will definitely not let him go.

"Leave a squad! After the enemy's shelling is over, cooperate with the ground staff to rescue the scene. ”

"The rest of the people rush me! If we let any of the enemies escape, none of us will live to see the sun tomorrow! ”

After all the orders were given, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi immediately went into the communication room.

Since this airport is not far from Taiyuan, cutting off the telephone line will startle the snake, so this devil can also contact the garrison in Taiyuan City.

Now in this case, the losses have already happened. If you don't report it in time, you're looking for death.

"The airport was attacked by the Jin Sui army! They have cannons! There are tons of heavy artillery! We need support! ”

"The enemy is at least two thousand!"

In fact, it should be Jin Yanjun, after all, he has been working alone in 38 years after seven and a half years.

(End of chapter)