Twelve kilometers away, the remnants of the 108th Brigade.

In the interval between the cessation of the shelling of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, Taketa Aihara, who was ordered to be in danger, had successfully collected the remnants of the troops and could launch an offensive only when reinforcements from the rear were in place.

However, the current state of their wing is extremely poor, and only two-fifths of the original nearly 3,000 fighters remain.

The armament rate of the body-barreled artillery is even more not optimistic, and less than 15 mountain and field artillery and Type 92 infantry guns can be put together, and this is still the result of trying to rescue as much as possible.

To describe it in the professional language of a 7+ coloring game, that is, the yellow and green bars of the army are on the verge of bottoming out, and they will evaporate from the world if they are hit harder again.

"Yaga! Why is there only this bit of artillery left, what the hell are you eating! ”

"With these rags alone, how can you let me fight against that Republican surnamed Nie. Their shells are more than the number of the wing, do you want the samurai to commit suicide? ”

"Keep collecting, we need more heavy weapons!"

Taketa Aihara's roar silenced the low-ranking officers present.

However, the hierarchical system within the Japanese army did not give them the courage to resist the temporary supreme commander.

What's more, after the start of the war, anyone with a little military vision will realize that they have fallen into the trap of the enemy.

The feeling in my mind that if I tried a little harder, I could successfully capture the head of the enemy was completely a dream woven by the commander of the Eighth Route Army.

If you want to survive now, you naturally have to collect as much military supplies as possible, otherwise you won't have the strength to fight at all.

After several squadron leaders left, Taketa Aihara's adjutant stepped forward and proposed:

"Your Excellency Nakasa, with our current strength, it is almost impossible to complete the task assigned by the division commander. If you and I want to sit firmly in the team, we must contribute enough. ”

"In my humble opinion, it is better to send some infantry to test the firepower of the Eighth Route Army first, and then use the heavy weapons we have on hand to counteract as much as possible."

"In this way, we can not only shorten the artillery gap between the enemy and us, but also help the follow-up reinforcements to carry out the offensive."

As soon as these words came out, Taketa Aihara first fell silent, and then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to adopt the adjutant's suggestion.

Today's 139 Wing is basically in a half-dead state. However, as long as the 110th Division was not destroyed by the Eighth Route Army, it would inevitably be supplemented by the North China Front after the war.

This means that, in a sense, the remaining soldiers can become the capital of their own promotion.

After all, as a person from an ordinary background without any background, Nakasa's military rank is already the limit of his military career. There is an opportunity to leap forward in front of you, and it is natural to do everything you can to seize it.

"Good!"

"Pass my order, and after the troops at all levels are ready, they will launch an attack on the positions of the Eighth Route Army in front!"

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Five minutes later, the 139th Wing, as a squadron, cautiously began to advance towards the area around Yuanpei.

At the same time, artillery positions in the rear were on standby, and as soon as the infantry detected a high-value target, they would concentrate their fire as soon as they could find it.

Suddenly, the devils at the front of the queue noticed something unusual, and they looked up in horror at the distant sky, where there was a battle formation of twin-engine fighters.

"Enemy planes! Take cover! ”

"Our whereabouts have been discovered by the Eighth Route Army! Get ready for battle! ”

It turns out that the handsome warriors left a lot of psychological shadows on the devils. After all, this thing used a fire to directly destroy the command system of its own brigade.

However, to the surprise of all the infantrymen, the twin-engine fighters in the sky did not attack them.

In the past, the aerial guns that could break people to minced meat, and the aerial bombs that could take away a squad with a single shot, did not fall into the queue of the vanguard.

This situation made Taketa Aihara in the rear frown, and he put down the telescope in his hand and said with a puzzled face:

"What the hell is the Eighth Route Army doing, immediately let the field air defense units go out and try to beat those attack planes."

Before he could finish speaking, a strange scream suddenly came from the distance. Although he didn't know what it was, the old devil still raised the telescope in his hand for the first time.

Boom Boom!

In the field of vision of the Aihara Taketa telescope, huge fireballs had already risen in the ranks of his own team's attack, and the sound of explosions like landslides and ground cracks was heard almost simultaneously.

At this time, the 139th Wing had just begun to advance, and it was still far from the destination of the first stage.

However, the shelling just now is only the beginning.

The Red Arrows designed by the Yellow River can fire 12 122mm rockets at a time. The self-propelled rocket artillery regiment of the headquarters artillery brigade is a three-battalion system, with a total of 36 units.

This means that the devils need to carry 432 rounds with their bodies, which is worth an average of two taels of gold per person.

Soon, the area where the Japanese infantry was located was directly enveloped in gunsmoke and smoke. It's just that the law of smoke and no harm doesn't apply in reality.

The thinner walls allow the Red Arrow to be filled with more explosives, so the power of the 122mm rocket is essentially the same as that of the 155 Heavy Grenade.

Covered by a round of artillery fire, the 139th Wing completely became a thing of the past, disappearing directly from the map without a trace.

"Yaga!"

"What is this?"

Inside the command post in the rear, Taketa Aihara saw the power of the red arrow through a telescope. Thousands of soldiers were gone in just half a minute, which is difficult for anyone to accept.

After a while, the old devil got out of his state of losing his mind. For him, the most important thing to do now is to make up for it.

"Give me the division headquarters! Fast! ”

"In the attack just now, the Eighth Route Army used the heavy artillery fire of at least three field artillery brigades, and the explosion of that magnitude must be a French GPF155 cannon!"

"Even if we can only destroy a small part, the soldiers of our wing will not have white jade shatters!"

In the eyes of the book, the grassroots soldiers of all branches are one-time consumables to some extent, not to mention the ordinary infantry of the B division.

Otherwise, there would be no kamikaze agents, Sakura agents, and Huitian torpedoes in the future.

If the total annihilation of the 139th Wing can be exchanged for a dozen GPF155 cannons, then they will die as they deserve.

After all, even before the abolition of the establishment of field artillery brigades, there were only six troops of this level.

"Hey!"

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As soon as the self-propelled rocket artillery regiment had exhausted all the ammunition, the artillery officers at the headquarters immediately began to work on the transfer, preparing to drive to the predetermined position for reloading.

Although the red arrow is powerful, the reloading time is hard, and you don't want to recover your combat effectiveness in a few minutes.

The 110th Division is equipped with long-range cannons, and it is very likely that it will be subject to artillery countermeasures if it stays in place.

When the comrades were about to retreat, Huang He also closed his notebook, and also pulled up the stunned old Cui and got into the car.

"Remember the movement of the red arrow just now, after this battle, I will show you the photos taken by the artillery school shooter, and when you return home, you can compare it with Katyusha.

"As for this thing, it shouldn't be added to the Lend-Lease Act. As allies, we can sell them at cost if you need them. ”

"One rocket, tentatively eight taels of gold. What do you think? It's a good deal. ”

Obviously, Lao Cui has not yet come to his senses. In the face of the Yellow River, this old man couldn't even refute a few words.

Just as Huang He was about to continue selling his products, several deafening explosions rang out from the position he had just made, followed by a splash of dirt and fireballs.

Boom Boom!

It turns out that the artillery of the 110th division still has two brushes.

Even in an unfamiliar environment where the balloons were not observed, they found the position of the self-propelled rocket artillery regiment of the Eighth Route Army in a very short time.

If the comrades had used a GPF13 cannon weighing 155 tons, there was a real possibility that the attack just now would have suffered heavy losses.

After the first wave of shelling, five shells from the second wave fell a dozen seconds later. Compared to the first five rounds, these shells had a farther impact point, which was clearly a stroke of luck.

This situation made the corners of the Yellow River's mouth involuntarily curled.

In the face of the devils' 105 cannons before, the Eighth Route Army could only send close support aircraft to crack it.

But today is different, the M1936 of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region has a range of 20 kilometers, and it can definitely catch the enemy by surprise.

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"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, do you think the information reported by the 139th Wing is true?"

"Three artillery units at the level of field heavy artillery brigades, I don't believe that the Eighth Route Army already has such strength. They are not Maozi in the north, and it is absolutely impossible for them to have such a strong industrial base. ”

"In contrast, I think the enemy must have used some kind of trick!"

In the forward command post, the chief of staff of the major general of the 110th Division was pitching his ideas to Iimunuma.

Although he had just seen what happened to the vanguard, the old devil was still reluctant to believe that the Eighth Route Army had hundreds of 155mm heavy cannons.

Let's not talk about the weight of those things of more than ten tons, what carrying capacity is needed to move freely in Jin Province.

Let's just say that if your Eighth Route Army really had this kind of strength, it would have been able to flatten the entire North China Front Army a long time ago, so why do you need to use any tactics to lure the enemy into depth.

The words of his own chief of staff made Imorinuma nod in satisfaction.

Whether it's a GPF 155mm cannon or some mess of heavy weapons, it's definitely under fire from your own side by now.

Unless, your Eighth Route Army has developed a 155 mm self-propelled gun, then I consider myself unlucky!

"Okay, notify the artillery positions and let them move quickly."

"Although the air force of the Eighth Route Army is now still in the airfield, there is a high probability that it is still preparing for the airport. But we still have to be on guard, so as not to lose anything due to a moment of negligence. ”

It turns out that this place in Shanxi is more evil, and the more you are afraid of anything, you will come.

As soon as Iimorinuma's order was delivered, several shells flew in the sky with a whistling sound, followed by a muffled explosion.

This situation immediately made the old devil bounce up from the stool.

The firepower of its own artillery is originally inferior to that of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region of the Eighth Route Army. If the large-caliber artillery positions were knocked out, he would have to think about retreating now.

Thinking of this, he personally grabbed the phone and began to shake the handle vigorously.

"This is the command post! Report immediately on the situation at the artillery position! What's going on over there with you! “

The communications soldier on the other side of the phone just wanted to report, but a 105-millimeter shell directly blew up the telephone line, making him forcibly hold back the words in his mouth.

As the two tried to talk, another round of shells flew towards the artillery positions of the 110th Division.

In the roaring explosion, a cannon was hit in the bull's-eye, and more than a dozen devil artillerymen around it were directly blown into pieces of minced meat flying in the sky.

The devils who have survived until now have very high personal military ability and literacy, and they knew in the first round that the location of their artillery positions must have been leaked.

But these heavy artillery pieces are the hole cards of the division, and the artillerymen are unwilling to give up and dare not give up.

Even now, when it comes to life and death, they still want to move with heavy artillery.

But the large-caliber cannon is not a gadget like the Type 92 infantry gun, and after it is dismantled, several artillery pieces are directly carried away.

The 105-mm cannon fixed in the gun position was simply not possible to pull away in a matter of minutes.

With kung fu, the headquarters artillery brigade is enough to fire more than a dozen salvos. With the help of artillery school firing planes, the devils didn't want to die and had to bury the heavy artillery.

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The perspective returns again to the forward command post of the 110th Division.

After learning that the heavy artillery unit he had carefully cared for was wiped out by the Eighth Route Army, Iimorinuma suddenly sat down on a stool in the communication room, and even looked ten years older.

After the loss of a wing and all the large-caliber artillery, the devil lieutenant general already had a retreat in his heart. There are only a dozen or so 75-mm mountain and field artillery pieces left, so why should they fight with the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region.

But at this moment, the chief of staff of the major general on the side let out a burst of exclamation, as if something terrifying had appeared.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General! Big things are not good! ”

"Tanks! Lots of tanks! We're surrounded!

After luring the enemy into the depths, it is natural to surround and annihilate them.

It took so much effort to lead the 110th Division to the decisive battle site, so naturally it was necessary to annihilate it as much as possible! (End of chapter)