"These bastards are really rubbish and they are ruining my big business!"

Song Menqing was so angry that he was shaking all over. He put down the telescope and couldn't help but waved his hands and stamped his feet and cursed.

None of the artillery shells landed at the expected location marked on the map. Only two artillery shells could see the impact point, and the rest of the artillery shells had no idea where they flew!

"what to do?"

The deputy next to him asked with a worried look.

Song Menqing picked up his rabbit ears hat, put it on his head again, and said angrily:

"If they can't do it, we can. Let's go up and fight by ourselves!"

After finishing speaking, he took the gun and dozens of his followers and angrily rushed towards the artillery position.

Song Menqing was very familiar with artillery, and he could tell clearly that the artillery fire just now was not fired by Japanese field mountain artillery, but by old artillery from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Damn it, this pangolin tiger is the stupidest and stingiest gang leader in the world. He can't bear to part with those cannonballs. Is it just for show?

What a stupid ass!

He was angrily scolding all eighteen generations of Lu Wenhu's family, but in reality he still had to ask for help.

First, he went to the commander of the First Artillery Brigade and wanted to ask him to support him, but he was very arrogant and would not blame Song Menqing at all.

Humph, what kind of thing is the Guangxi Independent Battalion? Without the personal orders of Gang Leader Mr. Hu, no one can say anything!

Song Menqing was frustrated, but he couldn't get angry on the spot, so he had to run to the Second Artillery Team in disgrace.

After these guys finished firing a round of artillery, they ended the bombardment and rested in a haphazard manner beside them.

Here in the Tiger Gang, one round of artillery fire is about two shells per gun, not a base number for the regular army, because they don't have so many shells!

The funny result is that only two rounds were fired. The two cannons just fired only one round, and the second round was jammed. Fortunately, it did not explode. Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you!

"You guys, lend us the artillery and let us aim and hit the enemy!" Song Menqing walked up to the commander and gestured with his voice.

The guy obviously didn't understand what Song Menqing was talking about, and kept shaking his head.

"Damn it, someone can help me translate this!" Song Menqing blew his beard and stared in a hurry. He wanted to twist off this guy's head and use melon seeds as a chamber pot.

Master Ye, who finally rushed over to understand the situation, spoke and translated the general meaning.

The commander must have disagreed at first, fearing that these Guangxi guys would damage his antiques. Besides, artillery shells are precious, so why should I listen to your command?!

Therefore, even if Master Ye intercedes, he still insists on obeying the gang leader's orders and refuses to be used by the Guangxi guy!

"This is three hundred silver dollars, hard-earned money for you and your brothers, and the artillery is lent to us for use!"

Song Menqing had no choice but to act out of desperation. He took out three sealed silver coins from the one thousand silver dollars that Pangolin Tiger had advanced to them and handed them over.

Damn it, I have only received a deposit of 1,000 yuan for this business so far, and now I have to pay 30% of the money to bribe for the sake of the war. What the hell is this?

The deputy next to Song Menqing was so painful that his face was as white as a corpse, but he understood the boss's anxious mood at this time and did not want to get angry on the spot.

"Well, that's pretty much it. Boss Song is still on the way, okay... I can let you use it for one round!"

When the artillery captain saw the white money, he smiled as if he were his own father. The bribe was timely, so of course he agreed.

The group of artillerymen surrounded them one after another, vying to share the dividends, fearing that they would not be able to make the trip.

"Don't fight... we all have a share, two yuan each, and three yuan each for the squad leader."

The artillery captain was not too greedy. After dividing the three hundred pieces of silver, he would probably have about fifty pieces in his pocket, but the key was to make things smooth.

"Just find the big general cannons and the second general cannons, and adjust the muzzles to this angle."

Song Menqing no longer paid attention to the chaos. After personally adjusting the angle of a large general cannon, he ordered his men to prepare it in the same way.

He used to be in the patrol camp and was quite familiar with the performance control of the old General series artillery. He could roughly estimate the artillery elevation angle based on the distance and height difference using his hand.

Among the twenty cannons, ten of them belonged to the General series. After personally checking the elevation angles of the cannons one by one, he ordered the cannons to be fired.

"Shh..."

"Shhhhh..."

"..."

The sound of artillery boomed from behind the bushes, the shells rose into the air, and the small black dot slowly expanded, heading towards Highland No. 1 with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

"Quickly take cover and get into the foxhole."

The bald man who was observing the position suddenly felt that these shells were about to fall on their heads. After instinctively shouting, he took the lead and rushed into a single bunker in the trench.

The thirty-odd soldiers in the third row were all relaxed and laughing with each other on the fortifications. They didn't take the bandits seriously at all. Suddenly, they heard the company officer yelling. Everyone panicked and started to find their way to dig.

bunker drill.

"boom…"

"Boom boom..."

"..."

This time, the artillery shells landed very accurately, one after another on the previously disguised fire points, as well as on the left and right. The air wave suddenly turned the bunker upside down. The two previously exposed heavy machine gun positions were destroyed by artillery fire in an instant.

How dangerous!

When the soldiers saw all this, they stuck out their tongues.

Ji Chunsheng, who was in the No. 2 position observation post at the back, never put down his binoculars. He carefully observed No. 1 position and the enemy artillery positions with muzzle flashes in the distance.

Although the enemy's artillery position cannot be seen clearly, it can be clearly judged that this is definitely not the artillery effect that the previous artillery can produce.

There must be a new person on the Tiger Gang's artillery position, and he is a master of operating old-style artillery!

The shelling lasted only about five or six minutes, and then the artillery fire stopped. The number of shells that the enemy encountered was about thirty or so, which was similar to the precision of the first batch of shelling, but the effects varied widely.

This artillery fire almost destroyed all the fortifications on Highland No. 1, and four soldiers who were careless and did not hide in time were injured. Two of them were seriously injured. It will be seen if they can be rescued.

Lo and behold, there were finally casualties. Ji Chun was so angry that his face turned green. He gave the bald man a fierce look, accusing him of being too careless.

"Senate, do we want to fight back?" A deacon asked in a low voice beside Ji Chunsheng.

There is a row of twelve 60mm mortars in preparation on Highland No. 2.

At the same time, the deacon still had paper and pen in his hand and was making quick calculations. After two rounds of shelling, he could already confirm the coordinates of the opponent's artillery position.

"Damn it, fight back hard. Even though it's an old thing, if you use it accurately, it's still quite a threat to the battlefield!"
Chapter completed!