Songmaoling, at noon, the position of the Independent Fifth Brigade

Konishijiro, who had been digging the earth all morning, finally received his first food of the day, a rice ball. The team leader had clearly told him that this was the food for the day!

Xiaoxi didn't dare to swallow it in one bite as usual, but carefully divided it into two halves and kept the other half for eating in the morning, otherwise she would not have the strength to work or fight.

He is eager to fight now more than ever. Either he reports to the Yasukuni Ghost Society during the battle, or he rushes out and lives a happy life where he can eat two rice balls a day!

Looking at the pitiful rice ball in his hand, he couldn't even fill a mouthful. He missed his mother thousands of miles away, and of course he missed his mother's salted fish rice balls even more...

"Xiaoxi-kun, are you thinking about Junko again?"

Xiaoxi didn't even raise his head. From the sound of the voice, he knew it was his childhood friend Omori Tomoe. In Chinese terms, he was called "Fa Xiao".

"Omori-kun, you are so hungry that you can't even lift your head, how can you think about this!

I think of the salted fish rice balls made by my mother. It’s so salty that once you bite it, your mouth will be filled with the salty aroma.”

"Xiaoxi-kun, please lower your voice. It will be troublesome if the squad leader hears it. We can't shake the morale of the army!"

"Omori-kun, do we still have military morale?"

"Xiaoxi-kun, be optimistic. This is just a temporary difficulty. Didn't the squad leader say that reinforcements will arrive in a few days?

We still have four thousand warriors, and the Eighth Route Army that surrounds us only has five or six thousand people. One imperial warrior can deal with several Eighth Route Army;

It’s not that we can’t break out, but we have to attract these eight groups who don’t know their own capabilities here, and when the reinforcements arrive, we should cooperate with each other and eliminate them in one fell swoop!”

Omori Chisho's words were full of confidence. He really believed what the officers said to fool the Japanese. He really lived up to his name.

"Omori-kun is right, long live the Holy War. This is just a small setback. The imperial army will definitely be able to occupy China, and even the whole world!"

Xiaoxi was worried that someone would use his previous words to make trouble, so he shouted a few slogans, and the effect was good. Damori's eyes looked at him again and became softer.

"Xiaoxi-kun, that's right. The imperial army is invincible. The day when the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side is destroyed -"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

"Bagayalu, what's wrong?"

Omori saw endless fear in Konishi's eyes, as if he was seeing the shadow of Amaterasu!

"Boom boom boom..."

Before they could react, eight rockets hit their newly repaired position, sending a group of Japanese soldiers enjoying a delicious lunch to hell. The power was so terrifying!

"Bagaya Road, heavy artillery group!"

Xiaoxi reflexively rolled to the ground. He could no longer control Omori Chishou. With the heavy artillery in front of him, everyone should settle for their destiny!

Three kilometers away, at the artillery battalion's 107mm Weishen artillery firing position, Zhao Hui, the commander of the 107th artillery company, personally commanded, eight 107mm 6-barrel Weishen rocket launchers lined up in a row, which was prepared to "slim down" the Japanese troops of the fifth brigade.

rhythm;

"The first test shot is completed, 006 to the left, 028 down - the trajectory correction is completed!"

After receiving the report that the ballistic correction was completed, Zhao Hui decisively ordered:

"The artillery battery fires in clusters, target the Japanese position, fire a salvo of 5 rounds, fire!"

"Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet..."

In less than 6 seconds, 8 rocket launchers launched all 40 107 rockets. This is a real fireworks extravaganza. It’s a pity that it’s not at night, otherwise it wouldn’t be very colorful!

The corrected 40 107mm rockets completely covered the Japanese position. Those who survived were purely lucky.

Xiaoxi Xiaojiazi took advantage of the situation and rolled into a crater. Whether he could save his life depended on his luck.

Groups of Japanese devils were swallowed up by the flames, unable to fight back. This was the Chinese God of Death floating by. Amaterasu had been reduced to carrying a big sack and collecting souls behind the Chinese God of Death;

The translation in Japanese terms is: tooth sacks!

Amaterasu is like the man behind the Chinese emperor holding a fly whisk, neither yin nor yang.

"Bagaya Road, heavy artillery group! Eighth Road really has a heavy artillery group!"

Inside the headquarters, Ishii was dumbfounded and said something that exposed his potential for mental retardation, which reminded him of the mysterious artillery outside Anping City that destroyed their heavy artillery group.

Old Japanese Nishikawa also remembered it. He still had a certain degree of discernment. He roughly guessed what type of artillery this type of artillery was, and reported his judgment to Ishii:

"Your Excellency General, this type of artillery seems to be similar to the rockets that China could make hundreds of years ago. It should be an upgrade of rocket weapons. I didn't expect the effect to be so good. Chuxiong is too scary!"

"Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet..."

The Eighth Route Army covered it with a new round of artillery fire and praised the old Japanese soldier Xichuan's vision:

"You're a fucking genius!"

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of explosions blew up sections of trenches, burying the Japanese who gathered together to eat in groups. Kill them and bury them!

The salvo of 107 rocket launchers not only frightened the Japanese, but also stunned Zhong Guoliang and others. They were stunned and couldn't help but sigh:

“His grandma’s, it’s so shocking!

"Inform the Wei Shen Cannon Company that there is no need to shoot. Keep some of the good stuff and give the rest to Wei Yixiao Pao. Anyway, it is good stuff from their old Wei family."

After witnessing the terrifying power of the Wei Shen artillery salvo, Zhong Guoliang decided to save one round of artillery shells for later use;

After being covered by two rounds of artillery fire, all the Japanese were dead and injured, and the others hid in trenches or bomb craters. The effect of another bombing would not be that good!

Strategic weapons should still be used with caution. One is that there are not many shells, and the other is that the enemy cannot see too much and find out the tricks.

To eliminate the Japanese in the fortifications, Wei Yixiao's cannon is better. The key point is that it is cheap and affordable.

"Notify the artillery battalion, and while the Japanese troops are retreating into the trenches, let Wei Yixiao's artillery battery approach the enemy's front three hundred meters away, and fire a three-round volley at the Japanese to completely cripple them!"

Zhong Guoliang once again issued the order for bombardment, but this time it was replaced by Wei Yixiao's cannon;

Lao Zhong is a kind man, and the opportunity to show his face is evenly distributed to the two brothers of Lao Wei's family. He cannot be partial!

He really guessed it correctly. Liu Hongwei of Wei Yixiao Artillery Battery in the artillery camp really thought so. As an artillery commander, it was really uncomfortable to watch other people fire artillery. It was better to enjoy the artillery fire in person.

Fortunately, he didn't look at it for long before a notice from the battalion headquarters came over:

"Report to the company commander, and the battalion headquarters notified the artillery battery to move to a position 300 meters away from the Japs' front, and launch an artillery bombardment at the Japs. The whole company fired six rounds rapidly!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hongwei shouted excitedly:

"What the hell are you doing standing still? Move quickly, there is work to do!"

The Japanese headquarters was covered by two rounds of artillery fire, making Ishii feel as if he had experienced a century. The powerlessness of watching his troops and soldiers being slaughtered made him despair.

In the past, this feeling belonged to the Chinese. The imperial army only needed to fire wildly at the Chinese positions and finally send a small number of infantry to take over the positions.

Now that they have turned around, this huge psychological gap makes him and Xi Chuan very uncomfortable. It feels really uncomfortable to be suppressed and ravaged by the Eighth Route Army!

"Nishikawa-kun, it's finally over! Even if the Eighth Route Army knows how to build such a powerful artillery piece, it shouldn't have too many shells."

Nishikawa nodded in agreement and cooperated with Ishii and said:

"What the general said is that they only fired two rounds and then stopped. This only shows that they don't have many artillery shells. China is an agricultural country, and artillery is not a luxury they can afford!"

"Yo Xi, Nishikawa-kun is saying that although the two rounds of artillery preparations have caused a lot of losses in personnel and equipment to the imperial army, it is not unbearable. The infantry should charge soon. Inform the troops to prepare for the attack.
Chapter completed!