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Chapter 132, Shelling Before Attack

You can use cannons, and of course you have to build artillery positions.

Knowing that the little devil had a plane, Yuan Lang chose to build an artillery position in a forest five kilometers away from the south of the city.

Dense woods are the best cover for cannons.

Even the rich manpower of the cannon comes in handy. With a little guidance, the basic operation of the cannon is no problem.

The telephone line with the forward position was also connected, Yuan Lang lay on the tree, trying to observe the situation in the distance with a telescope.

The telescope in his hand has a small double speed, and the distance of five kilometers is actually not very clear.

After a while, the artillery shells were fired beyond the visual range, and the artillery observation post at the front had to report by phone, and the artillery would make corrections.

In fact, Yuan Lang's mind is very messy at the moment, and messy thoughts come to his mind.

The turning point of World War II, the Battle of Pingan Grad, probably made him disappear.

However, Lao Li still called the county seat once and replaced it with Yangquan.

Although there are no Italian guns, there is nothing to regret.At best, it has a caliber of mm, which is not much stronger than the Type infantry gun.

American products are much stronger and more powerful than Italian products.

In a sense, this is the largest caliber artillery used by the anti-Japanese armed forces to attack the county town during the counter-offensive war in North China.

It also has a certain historical significance.

Before winning, the new second regiment set a new record.

However, this is also because of the Asian battlefield.For the European battlefield, the mm cannon is a younger brother.

For example, in April , the most famous fortress battle between the Soviet Union and Germany, the Battle of Sevastopol.

The Germans used more than 300 cannons.

The ones with a caliber of mm are the most numerous, and the ones with a caliber of mm are not uncommon.

The Germans also brought in giant mortars with a caliber of 420 mm and a caliber of 610 mm.

Do you think this is the largest caliber?
No, no, that's too little imagination.

In order to fight against the most powerful Maxim-Gorky Fortress, the German army also transferred the famous mm Dora train gun.

A single shell weighed kilograms, equal to the weight of the three and a half cannons in front of them.

Replaced with the Type infantry artillery, that would be thirty.

Thirty -type infantry guns were shot out in one shot, you tell Li Yunlong, will he believe it?

Just like during the Marco Polo Bridge Incident in 580, the Japanese steel output was million tons, while China's steel output in that year was only tons, not even a fraction of the other side.

Eighty years later, China's steel output was 80 billion tons, more than all steel-producing countries in the world combined.

Japan also has million tons, but it is only one-twelfth of China's.

80 years of change, who will believe it now?

No one will believe it.

In this era, the Chinese are still only thinking about how to drive away the invaders and how to build a homeland to fill their stomachs. The future is too far away from them.

"Advisor, the phone number of the forward command post." The artillery company commander waved his hand and called Yuan Lang.

He tightened the rope around his waist and slowly climbed down the tree trunk.

As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard Li Yunlong's hearty laughter: "How about it, is your artillery company ready? My side is all in place, ready to launch an attack."

Going to fight?
Yuan Lang was also very happy when he heard that, "I'm ready, I'll wait for your news."

Li Yunlong was waiting for this news. It was the first time that two large-caliber howitzers were used.

160 shells, enough for him to make.

Besides, the brigade commander will definitely want to rob him later, so what's the point now?That's all for the Brigadier to make a wedding dress.

Li Yunlong said excitedly: "Then let's shoot him a few shots first, and let's play a game of suppressing firepower to give the little devil a surprise."

What the hell is a surprise?
Let the little devil, who had always had the advantage of artillery fire and was rarely bombed, be bombarded by heavy howitzers.

This is a fucking surprise!
The Eighth Route Army is poor. In the past, when they launched an attack, they used light and heavy machine guns as cover at best.

Today we have cannons, we must shake them up.

Hehe, that's what Yuan Lang thought, "Old Li, I'll hit him twenty shots first, so that the devil can taste some meat."

After hanging up the phone at the command post, he dialed the forward artillery observation post again: "The artillery has a corrective bullet, pay attention to observation."

Yuan Lang issued an order, and the artillery squad leader shouted the password: "Load the shells."

"fire!"

When the rope was pulled, the -kilogram shell flew out with a "swish" five kilometers away from the target.

In the forward command post, many people are paying attention, wanting to see what effect this large-caliber howitzer can produce.

Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, Zhang Dabiao, and the observers sent by the Xinyi Regiment and the brigade headquarter, all of them kept their mouths shut and stared closely at the front.

There was a bang, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The huge explosion sound far surpassed that of the Type infantry artillery, comparable to three ten-kilogram explosive packages exploding together.

"It hit the east and landed in the city."

I don't know who shouted.

The smoke and dust raised by the explosion were seven or eight meters high, and everyone across the city wall could see it.

But to say how powerful it is, it can only be imagined.

Seeing that everyone was disappointed, Zhao Gang said with a smile, "The first round is a correction round, which is already very good. After the first wave, nineteen rounds will be fired."

It didn't take long for everyone to wait. After about tens of seconds, the second thunderbolt exploded.

The shell landed at the base of the city wall, setting off a wave of mud several meters high, leaving a deep pit with a diameter of five meters in place.

Burying a person is absolutely no problem.

Zhang Dabiao shouted excitedly: "I saw the air wave, which blows up the stones that are far away."

"Okay, it's really beautiful."

Li Yunlong was also quite happy, the second shot had such an accuracy, if a small part of it landed on the top of the wall, it would be able to deal a devastating blow to the devils who were not prepared for anti-guns.

Everyone in the forward command post was beaming, as if it was about to celebrate the New Year.

And the Japanese army on the top of the city couldn't be happier.

When the first shell landed in the city, Takahashi Ichiro was a little confused.

As an officer who has worked in the artillery for more than ten years, he knew it was a mm caliber just by the sound.

But the question is, can the Eighth Route Army have mm cannons?

Where did it come from?

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately shouted: "Anti-cannon, fast anti-cannon."

Those soldiers from the Artillery Brigade have basic combat qualities, and they immediately look for bunkers on the spot as soon as they hear the order, and conduct artillery defense.

Those logistics soldiers and medical soldiers have hardly ever been on the battlefield before.Their enemies are not equipped with too many artillery, and they naturally have no experience in anti-aircraft artillery.

With those expatriates, it's like headless flies scurrying around.

"Don't run around, get down on all fours, with your belly in the air."

"Shut up!"

Takahashi Ichiro reminded those people loudly, but the sound of the second cannon that fell under the city wall, the vibration was guided through the city wall, and he almost fell down.

How can you take care of others now, take care of yourself first!
He lay down on the spot against the inner city wall, waiting patiently.

As an old artilleryman, he knew that on the battlefield, whether he could avoid the shelling was purely a matter of fate.

Zhazahuhu people running around were either torn apart by shell fragments or blown away by shock waves.

If you can hide it, you can hide it, if you can't hide it, it's gone.

Takahashi prayed to the gods that the enemy's shells would not fall by his side.

Rumbling explosions, one after another.

It's like a big drum beating in people's ears, deafening their ears and making them feel dizzy and dazed.

With a bang, a shell was very close and landed on the city wall not far away.

The explosion blasted a big hole on the top of the city, and the broken flying stones accompanied with flesh and blood tissue, and a "light rain" fell in some areas.

It fell down with a crackling sound, and the beating was painful.

However, the physical pain was not as good as the spiritual injury. The warm feeling of blood and flesh made Takahashi convinced that he was buried by the flesh and blood of the dead.

In just 2 minutes, it seemed that 20 years had passed, and he had never felt that time passed so slowly.

"Stopped?"

His ears were almost deafened, and Takahashi was a little unsure whether the shelling had stopped.

Just as he was about to get up, the shelling started again, scaring him to the ground immediately.

"There are Type infantry guns and Type mortars."

He knew it from the sound. Takahashi was a little lucky. Compared with the large-caliber howitzer, the small-caliber howitzer was nothing.

He didn't have time to think about why the Eight Routes had so many cannons and so many shells to suppress firepower before attacking.

He had to consider, after this round of shelling, how many casualties would the 80 people defending the city have?
How many people can take up arms and face the imminent attack of the enemy?
He is now becoming more and more pessimistic about guarding Yangquan.

Maybe they couldn't keep it for half a day.

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