"Launch!"

On an artillery position 3.5 kilometers away from the Xiazhuang stronghold.

Following the order of the commander of the temporary artillery brigade of the Yamashima Wing, the commander of the devil artillery waved the command flag in his hand heavily.

Boom...

The muzzle of a 41-type mountain cannon roared.

Around the Xiazhuang stronghold 3.5 kilometers away, a cloud of gunpowder suddenly rose.

It's just that the landing point is far away from the Xiazhuang stronghold.

"The landing point is 300 meters off, and the azimuth is left..."

On the phone call of the staff officer of the brigade headquarters, a report on the coordinates of the artillery observation post soon came.

"To the right, the secret position..."

"Launch!"

The artillery staff directs the artillery firing.

In the end, after three rounds of calibration, a shell accurately landed on the Eighth Road position in the Xiazhuang stronghold, and with the help of binoculars, you can even see the sandbags and wooden planks that have been blown up.

"Hit."

Immediate feedback came from the observation post.

"Yo Xi!"

The captain of the Temporary Artillery Brigade was overjoyed.

At a distance of 3.5 kilometers, three rounds of calibration accurately hit the target, proving the elite of the artillery of the Locust Army and the sophistication of the Type 41 artillery produced by the Empire.

"Full speed at full speed!"

"Half an ammo base."

"Complete destruction of enemy positions."

The commander of the temporary artillery group continued to order.

After all, the Yamashima Wing is a Class C infantry wing, equipped with only one artillery squadron, and this time, after the reinforcement of the brigade and regiment headquarters, it was possible to form an artillery brigade with six 41-type mountain guns.

Therefore, this can only be a temporary artillery group leader.

That's why he cherishes the rare time of captaining the team.

Boom Boom Boom ·

With the order of the temporary captain, the muzzles of the six 41-type mountain cannons roared, and one shell after another landed accurately around the Xiazhuang stronghold, and even the cannonballs hit the main body of the round stronghold, blowing up a gap.

···

Boom··

A 75 mountain artillery shell accurately hit the top of the anti-artillery hole, and after the smoke and explosion, I saw that a layer of soil was lifted on the anti-artillery hole, revealing the first layer of wooden beams inside.

But that's about it.

Even the first layer of wooden beams could not be broken, and even a little veneer was scratched.

However, the strong shaking still caused a series of earth debris to fall in the anti-artillery hole.

"Phew..."

In the anti-artillery hole, Ma Rongshun spit out the debris of soil that fell into his mouth, and couldn't help but regret it a little:

"You should use more sandbags."

Three layers of dirt and three layers of thick round wooden beams, even the sides and bottoms are covered with wooden beams and planks, the anti-artillery holes are really thick, whether they can be taught in the tactical course, and he doesn't know if he can prevent 105 grenades from direct hits.

Don't want to know either.

But blocking 75 mountain guns has been determined to be no problem.

Not to mention blocking, when he was hit by the devil's 75 mountain cannon, he didn't even have much shock.

My ears are not as uncomfortable as they used to be.

The only thing that is unpleasant is the scargling of the fallen soil.

It's annoying.

In fact, it can be avoided, fill with sandbags more, fill with less fragmented soil, and the sacks in the regiment are completely unlimited, but he is troublesome, and the effect is the same anyway, as taught in the infantry tactics class.

So I was lazy.

Now that I have suffered hardship, I regret it.

Between thoughts.

rumble

Another shell hit the roof of Ma Rongshun's anti-artillery hole, and this time the explosion almost lifted all the debris from the first layer at the top, and even a part of the wooden beams on the first layer also exploded.

Sawdust flying.

Sandbags and debris of dirt were scattered.

But that's about it.

The second layer of thicker soil, sandbags, completely weakened the power of the cannonballs, and in the anti-artillery hole, Ma Rongshun only felt that the vibration was greater, and his ears were a little uncomfortable.

"It's fine."

After a little inspection, Ma Rongshun smiled triumphantly:

"The little devil's artillery is not very powerful."

···

"Yo Si."

is different from Ma Rongshun and other grassroots soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

More than a kilometer away, the commander of the Devil's Mountain Island Wing held a telescope and looked at the position of the Eighth Route Army in Xiazhuang under the bombardment of his wing's artillery brigade.

The old devil on the mountain island was triumphant.

Yo Xi non-stop.

At this moment, the worries and panic in his heart because of the heavy damage to the Beijing Brigade also dissipated.

Next to him, several staff officers found the right time, and the sycophants kept ringing:

"This time, our wing will definitely let the Eighth Route Army know what a truly powerful artillery is."

"Instead of thinking that there are some infantry guns, you think they are real artillery."

In the devil's military circles, mortars with a caliber of less than 90 mm are classified as infantry artillery.

"The number of artillery pieces does not mean anything."

One after another, the old devil on the mountain island suddenly swelled up, and said in a disdainful tone:

"No matter how many shells there are, they can't hit or penetrate, they can only be wasted."

Although Yamashima is a new generation of officers, he is obviously also a supporter of the so-called precision and efficient warfare, believing that a single shell to destroy a position, a bullet to destroy an enemy, like the group of antiques in the upper echelons of the devils, is a staunch opponent of mortars.

It is precisely because of the existence of this group of people that although the devils have long developed mortars, they have not been able to equip them on a large scale. Even, after three years of full-scale fighting on the battlefield of the Republic of China and countless mortar losses, it still has not been corrected.

···

"It doesn't seem to be good."

The top is triumphant.

However, the ominous premonition of the commander of the male Chi squadron, especially the reinstated officer, who served as the leader of the first wave of the attack, was the most serious.

As the leader of the Locust Army Squadron that was once stationed in the Xiazhuang stronghold, Nan Shangzhi knows every grass and tree in the Xiazhuang stronghold.

Through the telescope, he could see the main body of the Xiazhuang stronghold a kilometer away, and the Tuba Road had indeed not been transformed, and was directly hit by several mountain artillery shells, and most of it collapsed.

But except for this lonely body, almost all of the rest have been greatly transformed by Tubalu.

Especially around the ring position.

The rolling machine-gun fortress was not at all what it was when he was stationed in Xiazhuang's stronghold.

The scale has been expanded several times compared to before, and the thickness has also increased a lot.

Although it seems that after the bombardment of the artillery brigade of the Shandao Wing, the position of the Eighth Route Army was seriously damaged, and the flying sawdust planks are proof that the position has been seriously damaged.

But too much.

There are too many sawdust from the planks!

In such cases, either the position was badly damaged, or, the position was very strong, and a lot of wood was used to support it.

The man looked around.

Trees suitable for building positions around Xiazhuang are very scarce, and according to the photos of aerial reconnaissance not long ago, there are no obvious traces of trees being cut down within a radius of more than ten kilometers around.

It stands to reason that the position of the Dirt Eighth Road will not be very strong.

A small amount of timber, combined with a large number of sandbags to build civil fortifications, could not withstand the bombardment of 75 mountain guns.

But again, that's the problem.

There are too many sawdust blown out by the shelling!

There shouldn't be so many!

"Attack!"

Before Nan Shangzhi continued to think deeply, the attack order from the brigade headquarters had been issued.

"Attack!"

Taking a deep breath, O Kamichi pulled out his katana and began to lead the attack.

If it was before, the male Shangzhi would have taken the lead and rushed to the front of the team with a loud shout, but this time he learned to be obedient and just rushed to the forefront, surrounded by soldiers from the squadron.

It's like a layer of guards.

The reason is also very simple,

His squadron is full of new recruits, with poor experience, and needs him to be taught in close quarters.

But Nan Shangzhi had just jumped out of the front position, and only charged more than 300 meters, at this time he was still a kilometer away from the positions around Xiazhuang, and he saw black shadows rising from the rear of the Eighth Route Army's position.

"Mortar!"

The man's complexion changed drastically.

"Lie down!"

After he roared, he ignored his soldiers, found the best cover, and was the first to lie down.

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Boom Boom · ·

The dense explosion exploded around Nan Shangzhi, and the power was almost not inferior to that of the 41-type mountain cannon.

And there are more of them per unit of time.

In just one minute, nearly 100 shells fell.

The squadron of the male wisdom was originally newly formed, among them, except for a few experienced officers, most of them were supplementary C-class soldiers, in the face of such an artillery bombardment, the first wave of the offensive had just started, and it was pressed back, and because it was not timely to lie down, more than a dozen devils were killed and wounded.

A squadron lost a tenth.

Seeing this scene, Yamashima Daisa's face suddenly changed from the original smile to gloomy like water.

A few of the devil staff officers who were still patting on the back also shut up.

The artillery of the Eighth Route Army in front of them is obviously a mortar, but it is far from being as unbearable as they say, not only is the accuracy quite good, but also the power is huge, not inferior to the mountain artillery of the empire.

It's nothing more than a little less destructive to the position.

"Order the Mountain Artillery Brigade."

The old devil on the mountain island immediately gave an order:

"Destroy enemy artillery positions."

Although shocked and angry, the situation in front of him did not exceed Yamashima's expectations.

"Hey!"

The staff officer immediately went to deliver the order.

···

"The enemy attacking forces have been routed."

Yu Jindou, who originally belonged to the headquarters artillery regiment and is now the leader of the third squad of the third artillery company of the independent regiment, couldn't help but grin when he heard the order from the platoon commander.

"Put back the shells."

He first told the loader to put back the shells to avoid accidents, and then he held his binoculars and looked at the devil's position in the distance, and his mouth opened wider.

Although he had been directing the firing of the cannon, he still saw it clearly.

The troops of a squadron of devils launched an attack, but before they could touch the position, the guns did not go out, and they were repulsed.

Repulsed by their artillery.

After joining the army for so many years, it is the first time for Yu Jindou to have this kind of experience.

"This battle of wealth is fought with energy!"

He waved his hand vigorously to vent the excitement in his heart.

A hundred shells are fired in one round!

Also all 82 mortar shells.

In the past, the brigade commander was able to cut them alive, but now, it was just a round of artillery fire.

"Hidden!"

"Enter the bomb hole."

"Be careful not to drop shells on the position!"

The correspondent sent an order from the company headquarters to withdraw the map to defend the artillery hole.

"Withdraw, bring the mortar and enter the anti-artillery hole!"

"The devil is going to shell!"

Yu Jindou immediately took his artillery squad into the anti-artillery hole.

As an old gunner, Yu Jindou knows very well that the famous flaws of the little devil will be retributed, and the devil will definitely shell the position of the artillery company after suffering a big loss from their artillery company.

So retreat quickly.

The new 82 mortar not only weighs only fifty-five kilograms, but it is also very easy to disassemble.

Only two minutes later, the third artillery company was all hiding in the anti-artillery holes.

And it took more than three minutes for the devil's artillery to fall around the original artillery positions.

The artillery position is located on the right side of the Xiazhuang stronghold position, and the distance is not far, but it still took more than five minutes for the devil to react, not because the devil's artillery technology is not online, but - as an old cannon more than 30 years ago, the 41 mountain cannon not only has a range and accuracy that cannot keep up with the times, but also a reaction speed.

(End of chapter)