When it was dark, Yang Hao fired another round of machine guns to shoot the Japanese army opposite back. [Then he arranged for the people behind to deliver food, and at the same time he operated an aerial camera equipped with infrared night vision, quietly crossed the river, and overlooked the battlefield at a height of hundreds of meters.

The Japanese army in front of him did not get enough rest since they got off the ship last night until today. Many people were still dizzy, and the casualties in the day of the battle were serious, without any progress, and their morale was not very high.

The worst thing is that the Japanese army's logistics has not been perfect yet, and the soldiers carried very little food. At this time, they were blown by the cool breeze by the sea, and they were cold and hungry, and exhausted.

Kimura Akihiro Nakasa was very helpless and ordered a few harassing troops to continue firing. The main force retreated to the back of Tuling and nearby villages to bury the pot and cook rice.

Major General Kiyojiro Nishi, the Second Infantry Brigade responsible for the battlefield, led the first group of troops to come at 8 o'clock in the evening. When he saw their listless appearance, he immediately scolded unhappily: "Kun Kimura, even if he has temporary difficulties, he cannot be depressed! We have an absolute advantage in military strength and will definitely be able to achieve the final victory."

Kimura Yuheng was not so confident, and agreed happily, and then asked: "Major General, how are the navy fighting? How much enemy artillery power is restrained?"

Nishikanjiro was speechless for a moment. What should I say? Could it be that Nakamura told that during the day, the joint fleet suffered a great loss, and the main ships sank several times, and now they don’t even dare to get closer to the slightly closer?

After he hesitated, Kimura Youheng immediately realized something wrong. Thinking of the naval gun support he had been waiting for for a long time during the day but had not come, he felt very unknown.

He took a deep breath and asked solemnly: "Major General, did something happen to the Navy?"

Nishikanjiro replied vaguely: "They are in trouble, but that doesn't matter. If we can make a huge breakthrough here, all problems can be solved. Now, let the troops hurry up and have a rest. We will launch a full-scale attack in the early morning of tomorrow."

Kimura Yuheng sighed in dismay. However, seeing the Major General personally brought two brigades of infantry, one brigade of artillery and one squadron engineer. I could be said to be strong in the army.

At half past eight, the Japanese army divided into several clusters and had dinner in the north of the Yokogawa River, which was five kilometers away from the Jili River. It was obviously to prevent shelling.

Their idea is good, and there are only two high grounds around that can be seen. They are all under their control. There are dirt ridges in front of them, covered by trees and are dark and lanterns. Don’t worry about being discovered.

But the Japanese army probably wouldn't have expected that someone would peek from a height of hundreds of meters. Although the infrared camera could not clearly capture the details of the ground, it was enough to capture clusters of fire. The Japanese army strictly separated the guns in clusters and waited for the hot rice to be cooked, Yang Hao had already taken the opportunity to calculate the approximate coordinates.

Behind the position, the firepower company commander Zhu Maolin personally led two artillery companies with six guns to quietly arrange the arrangements.

Such awkward organization is also because the troops are expanding too quickly, and the officers cannot keep up. The team of half of the artillery battalion is now allowed to serve as a company commander.

However, Zhu Maolin didn't feel tired at all. He ran around in high spirits and must take good care of a group of new recruits. He also had a purpose. Yang Hao said that after fighting this battle, the troops would be expanded into regiments and an artillery battalion would be set up. No one is more qualified to serve as battalion commander than him, but he still had to guard the guy who jumped out of the other place to grab a seat.

Two twelve 75mm Bofors Mountain Cannons were previously laid on the south bank of Chaohe River, and they were basically useless to play their role. Now they are all pushed to the front line, and a bunch of artillery soldiers are excited to get ready.

Yang Hao reported the target Zhu Yuan over, and Zhu Maolin patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, keep the Japanese so angry that they cried and called their parents. The next door ran to our house to make trouble, and they still want to have a good meal?"

Yang Hao nodded with a smile: "This is the effect you want. Not only can they not eat, but they cannot sleep. I will see you tonight."

Zhu Maolin was a little regretful: "The cannons behind are too heavy, and it's too difficult to move them once, otherwise, they can't go up directly and kill a bunch of fuckers!"

The 122mm howitzers in the rear, with a thick caliber, make people feel excited. Zhu Maolin dreamed of changing one day to come up, but the road conditions were not suitable at all. In addition to the small cannons that could be disassembled, it was only imagination to drag a big guy with two and a half tons to travel through mountains and rivers.

Having said that, the 75-speed fire cannon in front of him is actually enough for him to show off. The rate of fire of 25 rounds per minute and the range of up to 9 kilometers can be disassembled into eight pieces for the horse to run. This is simply an epoch-making killer!

The twelve guns were each calibrated one coordinate in a group. The nervous adjustment was completed. Zhu Maolin scratched his fists, held them in the air and swayed them down hard: "A test shot, fire the gun!"

"Bang, bang, bang---!"

A series of fireworks suddenly spread behind, with clear rhythms, one after another, like a yellow bell playing the song of the Great Lu.

In the Japanese camp six kilometers away, bursts of explosions suddenly rang out. In the camera's camera, the large flashes of light made the picture turbid.

Yang Hao stared at each light spot without blinking, estimated the deviation between the landing point and the actual aiming position, and quickly reported the correction data. The communication soldiers next to him retelled it word by word and passed it to the artillery soldiers behind him.

On the Japanese side, Kimura Yuheng had just picked up a bowl of porridge and had not had time to drink it. Suddenly, the shells fell less than twenty meters away and exploded! The vibration and impact caused a layer of dust to fall from his head, which immediately made him look all over his head. Looking at the bowl, the white porridge turned into mud and could not be drunk.

"Baga! Damn guy, I chose this time..."

He was so hungry that his frontal cavity was pressed against his back, and his stomach was not hot at all. He was expecting this bowl of porridge to hold on, but it was completely ruined.

But as soon as the complaint was said, he immediately realized that something was wrong! How could the enemy know that they were just starting to eat? And the shells were still so accurate? It was a coincidence!

Throwing off the porcelain bowl, Kimura Yuheng grabbed the sword and rushed out of the house, stood in the yard and shouted: "Be careful, everyone, guard against artillery fire!"

The Japanese soldiers who were surrounding the edge of the pot were smelling the fragrance, and the Japanese soldiers who were waiting to boil the pot were in a mess! However, they were well-trained, and their first reaction was to rush over to get a gun, and then follow the team to avoid the bunker next to the side.

The movement is fast, but the effect is not good.

Because they were not expected to be bombarded, there was another threshing ground where they stayed, and the haystacks around them were not at all responsible. They didn't even want to find a foxhole.

In addition, the army soldiers of this era had basically no experience in avoiding cannon bombardment. Nowadays, infantry cannons around the world are still in the transition from black fire-drug to smokeless medicine, and the explosion power of grenades is far less powerful than ten years later. Like the Japanese army, they often pushed cannons to the front of the position during combat and bombarded in a straight line, which was completely a path in the Napoleon era.

All kinds of problems have caused them great trouble!

After a brief silence, a noisy whistling suddenly in the sky. Immediately afterwards, the dense artillery shells also fell down like a whistle! The explosions continued, and the rumbling sounds made their ears deaf. The heads were blurred, the fire was shining and the stimulating eyes were blind, and screams and terrifying damage sounds came one after another!

The mountain cannon that was fired like a happy one began to show its terrible power after warming up! Zhu Maolin gave him six rapid shots first. After a slight adjustment, another eight rapid shots followed!

These are all shells fired continuously within one minute! Without controlling consumption and not worrying about artillery explosion, they just need to work hard to stuff the entire shell into the cannon chamber and pull the rope and fire it out.

But for the Japanese army, this was a nightmare!

Kimura Yuheng just walked outside with his waist on his back, but was blown up by a wave of artillery shells nearby and hit the earth wall hard.

Before he could breathe, another shell fell from a nearby place, and the collapsed wall fell violently. The half-meter-wide rammed earth wall pressed his legs, making him scream and almost fainted!

Nishikan-jiro, who was staying in another camp, was in a slightly better situation. They set up a front-line command center in the ancestral hall in another village. The top of their heads was covered with bricks and tile structures, and were shaded by big trees around them, which was relatively hidden.

But the soldiers stationed outside were not so lucky. After a brief rest after getting off the boat, they immediately traveled nearly twenty kilometers to come over, and were exhausted. They were about to have a good sleep after a full meal, but suddenly the shells fell down!

Each of the high-explosive grenades could cover a four-room yard. The Japanese soldiers outside were unblocked, and some had not even left the fire. The explosion not only killed and injured them, but also many people were on fire, squeaking and screaming! The movement was so terrible!

Nishikanjiro rushed out to the distance and saw the shells flying like meteors were chaotic and rainy, and several surrounding military camps were trapped in the sea of ​​fire, which was obviously a full-scale bombardment.

He couldn't figure out why he was touched so accurately, so he immediately called out: "Tell all the brigades and go to the alert immediately! Be careful of the enemy's attack overnight. In addition, immediately find out where the shells came from, find out their artillery positions, and destroy it!"

It's ridiculous to expect others to attack sneak attacks, but there was no gunfire before, which means it was just a shelling. But no one can guarantee whether the person will come or not.

Back in the ancestral hall, he spread out the map and browsed it quickly, looking for places where the cannon position might be hidden. If he could infer it, he would fight back immediately or he would have a chance.

He brought a squad of artillery on this trip. Although he still had only one 70mm bronze cannon, the number was quite large. With the previous four, there were 16 cannons available. Although the range was not very good and the power was only average, he should have quite a sense of intimidation, right?

However, Nishikanjiro still thought about the trouble a little less.

For the next ten minutes, his ears were always filled with the explosion of shells! From beginning to end, there seemed to be no sign of stopping, and the number of shells that kept falling was even more than a terrifying point!

More than one hundred explosive grenades!

This is the number he estimated, and it was just in one camp. Then, wouldn’t it be more than five or six hundred in other camps?! How much casualties will so many bombs fall?

Thinking of this, the Major General immediately sweated his forehead and felt cold all over!

He rushed out of the command center and rushed outside the camp regardless of the guards' obstruction. There was a stream of fireworks in front of him, and the sarcastic wails of the wounded soldiers were rising one after another, as if he had entered the tragic scene of hell!

Most soldiers who have no experience in shelling, many of them gathered together, or were not far away, but as a result, a shell fell down and was not uncommon for a pot to be taken. Houses collapsed, tents burned, and piles of guns were blown up!

Nishikanjiro shook his body, held the half of the tree trunk next to him, and ordered tremblingly: "Doctors and casualties... count the casualties immediately. Also, please report the results of the shelling. The attack tomorrow morning will be cancelled!"

On the east bank of the Geely River, Yang Hao stopped the artillery, Zhu Maolin was sweating profusely, and shouted in unsatisfactory: "I haven't finished a base yet, why did I stop?"

Yang Hao shook his head: "No matter how many fights, it will be a waste. The Japanese basically have no energy. Let's wait for the second half."

"Okay!" Zhu Maolin excitedly went to make preparations again, at least he transferred the cannon position first, which is a standard operation.

The actual situation of the Japanese army was even worse than Yang Hao's judgment. Until the death toll was counted in the middle of the night, Nishikanjiro felt cold when he saw a team of staff reduction. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!

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