To say which troop was the busiest during these more than twenty hours,

That must be the artillery regiment!

They first assisted the 2nd Brigade in attacking Licheng, and then turned their guns around without stopping and joined the battle to annihilate the 36th Division.

Now they received orders again and aimed their guns at Nanpo Village.

If the artillery regiment were not equipped with a large number of trucks and the long-range of large-caliber howitzers, the brothers of the artillery regiment would have been unable to bear such repeated tossing.

After more than twenty hours of continuous fighting, although the faces of the brothers in the artillery regiment looked tired, their eyes were unusually clear.

This is their first time to have a good fight!

Just thinking of the little Japs trembling and burning under their artillery fire made the brothers of the artillery regiment feel as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and their whole bodies were filled with strength.

For more than twenty hours, the cannons took a break, but they never closed their eyes.

At this moment, all the soldiers were standing in their positions, motionless.

A breeze blew through the sky, bringing with it a hint of smoke and blood.

The artillery regiment set up three positions, with Liu Dagui's air defense firepower network on the periphery of each position.

Japanese reconnaissance planes have been hovering over the battlefield. As long as the artillery fires, the position will be exposed.

The next step will definitely attract an attack from the crazy aviation force.

But now that we are on the battlefield, we cannot retreat even if we die.

No matter how dense the fire net is, flies will still fly in.

In the battle the day before, the First Artillery Regiment lost several artillery pieces and nearly a hundred outstanding soldiers. Zhu Ergou could bear such losses, and so could Jiangdong.

"The division commander ordered, fire!"

Zhang Shengqing's calm voice came over the phone.

Zhu Ergou turned around and nodded solemnly to Gao Quan.

"put!"

"put!"

"put!"

Countless command flags were violently waved down, and roars resounded throughout the position.

From this moment on, the static artillery position seemed to come alive, with numerous figures, flashes of fire, and rising smoke.

The cannonballs weighing dozens of kilograms rotated and flew into the sky. After drawing a beautiful arc, they roared and hit the little devil's head.

The muzzle flashes like the monotonous holiday fireworks,

The thick sound of artillery was like the horn of attack.

………

The little Japanese soldiers in various Japanese positions in Nanpo Village had long expected this moment to come.

When they heard the sharp whistle of artillery shells in the sky, all the Japanese soldiers abandoned their distracting thoughts and hid in the nearest bunker as quickly as possible.

If Nanpo Village is compared to a small world, then the cannonballs falling from the sky are like meteorites.

The earth was torn apart and raging flames spread.

"Boom boom boom..."

Although I had prepared for it, when the tens of kilograms of artillery shells actually landed on the position,

The devastating pressure still makes all Japanese soldiers tremble with fear.

In terms of experience in artillery defense alone, the Japs are definitely not as good as the Chinese soldiers.

They were not used to being bombed, and it was extremely difficult for ordinary soldiers to bear the impact of heavy artillery.

There are people who run around in panic, there are people who cry and cry...

But the cannonballs falling from the sky naturally carry no human emotion at all.

Shrapnel flew around like fairy flowers, followed by shock waves.

In the telescope, the whole world seemed to be boiling.

The soil fragments were blasted dozens of meters into the air, and black smoke enveloped the world like water vapor.

The huge sandbags dispersed in all directions under the action of the shock wave. Some of the panicked Japanese soldiers were instantly wiped out, while others were fluttering in the wind like autumn leaves.

Although he has seen it many times, this scene still makes Jiangdong feel wonderful.

It reminded him of his first experience using heavy artillery in combat.

That was the Battle of Xiaocheng after the failure of the Battle of Xuzhou.

He used a cannon captured from the Japanese army to blow up a large group of Japs into ashes.

But later, due to lack of artillery shells and the need for relocation, he ordered the only few cannons to be destroyed.

At that time, the soldiers in the artillery battalion were distraught, and many even wanted to die with the cannon.

It was his promise to the soldiers that there would be artillery regiments and artillery divisions in the future... that made everyone feel better.

One year has passed, and the promises he made are being fulfilled little by little.

At an angle that no one noticed, the corners of Jiang Dong's mouth twitched, revealing a few big white teeth.

………

Soldiers from the 1st, 2nd and 3rd regiments of the Sole Division lay on the edge of the trench and looked towards Nanpo Village.

Because of the angle, many people could only see the black smoke filling the sky.

But this did not affect their mood. Many people, like their superiors, smiled brightly as they watched.

Those veterans who came from Songhu and Nanjing had a trace of nostalgia flashing through their eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fighting spirit.

Qian Mumu sat back in the trench, using a piece of brown cloth to carefully insert the mg42 general machine gun in his arms.

"Hey, one shot after another is really worse than the last. What's so good about shelling?"

He pouted disdainfully, and the movements of his hands became more serious.

Qian Mumu loved the gun in his arms so deeply that he would not let anyone touch it, but would wipe it clean once the battle was over.

'As long as I have this gun with me, I don't have to do it!'

This is his mantra.

Qian Mumu even sent away his own ammunition supply hand.

He has a strong build and can use the mg42 machine gun alone without any difficulty.

He even installed a magazine box next to the machine gun, so that during offensive operations he could run while holding the gun with one hand and shoot at the enemy.

As for accuracy, it goes without saying.

If all the bullets had hit the sky, Yang Fugui would have taken him down long ago.

His fierceness and fierceness conquered the brothers around him, and the mg42 in the class became his personal weapon, and no one was dissatisfied.

After about half an hour, the artillery fire gradually became sparse.

Qian Mumu put the bullet chain on the gun and loaded it neatly.
Chapter completed!