At around five o'clock, Liao Ming, who was far away in the frontier command, was standing at the observation window, quietly looking at the hazy Yangon City a few kilometers away in front of him.
As the morning approaches, a slight mist rises on the sea and along the coast, but because the strong winds have not yet formed a scale, it is a tendency to be blown away.
From the second half of the night, Liao Mingyu stayed here and never closed his eyes. He was full of thoughts and was anxiously waiting for the result until the pointer of the watch fell on the five-point scale.
It seems that today's action is about to fail, and the impact of the wind direction is still very huge.
Looking at the quiet Yangon City, Liao Mingyu felt extremely melancholy. He knew that there were not many opportunities, and it would be even more difficult to find opportunities in the future.
According to the weather forecasts in the past two days, the rainy season in Myanmar is about to enter, and there may be continuous rain in the future, which also greatly affects the use of phosgene, a suction gas bomb.
Once the Yangon defenders cannot be resolved in a short period of time, the situation will be in a stalemate again. The further you drag it back, the more anxious the situation will be. After all, this war will be over in a few months. If you want to gain a foothold in the world after the war, you must take advantage of this to gain enough capital.
"Have the first and second air force set sail?"
"After returning to Junshi, they have already taken off the air as planned, and are loading up with ammunition towards the Yangon battlefield. It is expected to arrive in twenty minutes." The staff officer replied truthfully.
"Let them cancel the action and go back to the airport to stand by." Liao Mingyu shook his head and felt helpless.
He turned around and put on a military coat, prepared to give a few words and then go back and make up for his sleepiness. After all, the battlefield trend has not always been achieved.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
At this moment, a burst of explosion came from afar, and the dull sound of artillery echoed in the silent sky, which immediately scared everyone in the command center.
Liao Mingyu's eyes lit up in an instant, and he rushed to the observation window with a quick glance.
The 1992 Infantry Cannon is worthy of being an artillery weapon known as the "ghost cannon". It can only be heard but not seen. It is even more appropriate in this hazy morning.
The situation has changed, and it seems that Krupp still insists on firing.
Although the series of firecrackers resounded throughout the sky, Liao Mingyu, who was holding the telescope, looked for a long time and did not find out where they were located.
He had a sharp mind and immediately reacted, called the staff officer who was about to send a report and ordered: "Wait, the air force mission will proceed as usual. Please inform us, and all troops will continue to implement it as planned!"
"yes!"
Soon the shells fell into Yangon City, and the Japanese inside were also scared by the sudden artillery fire. Suddenly, the alarm sounded loudly, and the soldiers picked up their weapons and entered the bunker.
The sound of artillery has not stopped, and one after another of the artillery shells has been continuously shot into the city, while the Japanese soldiers hiding in various bunkers are not too panicked. They are used to the occasional artillery bombardment.
The explosion of the poison gas bomb is not very significant, just like an exploded grenade, which is not as powerful as a conventional shell.
I originally thought it was just an enemy's daily firepower strike, but the huge explosion did not come. Instead, each bounced point emitted a burst of yellow smoke, but it was not obvious in this dim morning.
A faint smell of rotten grass began to spread around. The Japanese closest one soon felt an indescribable feeling of nausea, and his chest was stuffy and coughed, making him feel more and more difficult to breathe.
"Ahem...Ahem...Ahem..."
"Dog ガス号ェ゙!"
"Cough...ah...goo..."
As the poisonous fog spread, more and more Japanese soldiers developed symptoms of shortness of breath, nausea and vomiting. No matter how strong they hid in the bunker, they could not stop the pervasive poison gas.
Although there is no terrifying killing and mortality rate as mustard gas and Tabeng, the people in the center of the phosgene bomb still collapsed and lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.
The Japanese, who reacted, fled in a hurry with the poisoned person, but not long after, he was also affected by the poisonous gas. He gradually felt limp and could not breathe. The violent cough made people retching.
The shells were still falling, covering almost the entire northern part of Yangon City. As the wind slowly blows southward, the range of poison gas is further expanded.
At this time, the Japanese thought of gas masks, but this life-saving thing is not standard. Each regiment is equipped with at most more than 100 mates, and it is given priority for officers to use, so ordinary soldiers are in trouble.
The panic spread like a virus, and the Japanese command system was in chaos. In just a few minutes, the troops gradually lost control. Countless soldiers began to flee and hide like crazy, not obeying the command of the superior at all.
Most people have lost their ability to move under the blow of poison gas bombs. Although they did not die directly, the uncomfortable toxicological reaction tortures everyone's body and mind.
At the same time, the Japanese Navy ships, a nautical mile outside the Yangon port, were also noisy. The harsh alarm sounded, and the sailors rushed to their respective posts and stood on standby.
"He がぁったんんですか? (What happened)"
In the control room of the command tower of the cruiser Otachi cruiser, Captain Colonel Lin Chuan asked urgently.
He held up his telescope and looked at the battlefield ahead. The sound of artillery in the distance was clearly audible. Yangon City was suspected of being bombarded, but it seemed that no trace of the enemy fire was found.
"Captain, this is an emergency call from the Nakajima Command. The Chinese used special bombs, and all the troops have suffered huge losses. Please provide fire support."
"Nani!?" Lin Chuan Yigu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Special bombs, which can easily cause a large number of casualties, even they themselves dare not use them easily. How did the Chinese get it?
"Can we calculate the location of the enemy artillery?" Lin Chuan Yigu pondered for a moment. It was not the time to think about those problems now.
"According to the data provided by the Observatory Army, the enemy should be within 1.5-2 kilometers northeast of Yangon City, but the specific location cannot be determined." The adjutant replied immediately.
Since the sky was not yet dawn, the reconnaissance plane could not take off immediately, and could only judge the approximate position of the enemy based on the report of the land observation point. However, it was enough for the dozens of naval guns on their several cruisers.
"Contact the Miaogao and the Black Feather immediately to provide shooting elements, and all the naval guns fire at the target range together!"
"Hi!"
After Lin Chuan Yigu's order was issued, the Japanese navy began to get busy, shouting and shouting, and the deck was full of soldiers running.
In a moment, all the second-company 203 main guns on the three heavy patrols were slowly raised, and the muzzles were all aimed at somewhere northeast of the shore...
...
It only took twelve minutes from the firing of the artillery, and the eighteen 92 infantry cannons fired with all their strength, firing nearly three tons of ammunition in total, but some of them were still not finished.
The continuous and uninterrupted loading shooting made the soldiers feel sweaty and tired, but they all knew the importance of this action, so they all gritted their teeth and persevered.
After firing two rounds of cannons himself, Krupp went to the side to pinch the watch and watch the time. Until the fifteenth minute scale passed, he immediately stood up and waved the flag in his hand.
The roar of the cannon was deafening. If you want to stop suddenly at this time, just by using your mouth, no one would hear it even if you shouted through your throat. You can only specify the emission base in advance or use the command flag to transmit signals.
There is an observer behind each gun position. After seeing the flag in Krupp's hand, he immediately stepped forward and called on the loading gunner to stop firing.
"Sir?" the artillery battalion commander ran over and asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!