Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

Chapter 130 The debate among the cannon fodder group!

The battlefield was filled with smoke, shouts of killing, and the sound of gunfire. Long Wenjian stood at the front of the position, staring sharply at the artillerymen who were working.

"Speed ​​up and don't give the Japanese a chance to retreat." His roar drowned out the surrounding noise like thunder.

His expression was tense, and every nerve in his body was like a taut bowstring.

He was well prepared for this battle, and specially arranged for supply trucks to follow closely behind him. The supply trucks were fully loaded with ammunition, which was the guarantee of victory.

At this moment, it was like a solid backing, giving Long Wenjian the confidence to urge the artillery. The artillerymen heard the order and moved faster, knowing that this was a crucial battle and they must not let the enemy escape.

Long Wenjian understood that only by ensuring an adequate supply of ammunition could the artillerymen exert their maximum power and deal a heavy blow to the enemy.

At Long Wenjian's urging, the artillerymen once again cheered up and sped up the operation.

They skillfully loaded ammunition, adjusted the muzzles, and prepared to launch a new round of artillery fire on the enemy.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was tense and intense, and everyone was fighting for victory.

In this cruel battlefield, Long Wenjian knew very well.

There was a whole battalion of Japanese troops on the opposite side. According to their usual marching arrangement, their troops stretched for several kilometers in radius.

Just a few rounds of bombing are like throwing a small stone into a huge enemy camp. Although it can cause some waves, it is far from enough to defeat it.

In order to really inflict heavy damage on the enemy, it is necessary to carry out multiple rounds of bombing and pour shells like raindrops on the Japanese camp. Only in this way can it be possible to completely annihilate this Japanese army.

This was the predetermined goal they hoped to achieve in this operation, but Long Wenjian also understood that the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly and was full of uncertainties, and it would be extremely difficult to truly achieve this goal.

But no matter what, we have to give it a try.

The artillerymen, who had been on high alert for a long time, immediately stepped forward like nimble cheetahs and began to carry the shells after receiving the order.

The shells lay heavily in place, as if telling of their weight and power.

You know, carrying artillery shells is an extremely physically demanding job. Under normal circumstances, soldiers take turns to carry them. In this way, they can ensure efficiency while preventing the soldiers from being overworked.

"Hurry, speed up, don't give the Japanese time to react." Long Wenjian shouted anxiously while frequently checking the time, his eyes full of urgency.

But in fact, he also knew in his heart that such urging might not have much effect. After all, the weight of the shells was there, and it was not easy to move them just by shouting "speed up". Moreover, the soldiers' physical strength was limited, and they were already trying their best.

"Commander, it will take at least an hour to fire so many shells." The officer came running over breathlessly, veins bulging on his forehead and his face covered with traces of sweat and dust. His eyes showed helplessness and anxiety, and his voice was trembling.

"An hour?" Long Wenjian's face suddenly became solemn, and his brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character. His heart seemed to be weighed down by a huge rock, and various possible consequences flashed through his mind. Every second of delay might give the enemy a chance to escape, and this carefully prepared battle plan would fail, and the blood and sweat of countless brothers would be wasted.

"By that time, all the Japs will have run away, so why fight?" Long Wenjian couldn't help but growl, the anger in his eyes seemed to ignite the smoke in front of him.

He was extremely anxious and wished he had three heads and six arms so that he could carry the shells himself and let them rain down on the enemy.

"But this is already our fastest speed." The officer next to him said helplessly with a bitter look on his face.

His eyes were dull and he felt guilty as he watched his exhausted brothers struggling to carry the shells.

They have tried their best and their bodies have been stretched to their limits, but they are still unable to meet the demands of this brutal war.

Long Wenjian bit his lower lip so tightly that his lips turned slightly pale.

He knew the hardships of his brothers, everyone was fighting for their lives, and every step was extremely difficult. He was struggling in his heart, wanting everyone to speed up, but also felt sorry for these brothers who had gone through life and death.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian's lips moved a few times, but he finally swallowed the blame that was about to come out of his mouth.

He sighed heavily, and the anxiety in his eyes eased a little, replaced by a helpless firmness.

"Okay, let's speed up, brothers." Long Wenjian's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

He knew that this was just a weak urging, but he still hoped to give his brothers some encouragement, even if it was just a glimmer of hope.

In this cruel battlefield, every decision is a matter of life and death, and they can only grit their teeth and move forward towards the slim chance of victory.

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On the battlefield, gun smoke covered everything like a thick curtain, and the pungent smell of gunpowder made it almost impossible to breathe.

The roar of the heavy artillery was like the roar of a prehistoric beast. Every time it fired, the earth shook. The tremendous power stirred up gusts of wind, blowing the surrounding dust and sand into the air.

Milong stood on the position, his eyes wide open like copper bells, his mouth slightly open, his face full of shock.

His face, which was originally somewhat rough, now looked even more angular under the reflection of the artillery fire, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed slightly with his surprise.

His clothes had long been soaked with sweat and dust, sticking tightly to his strong muscles.

"Wow, so many heavy artillery? Such great power?" Mi Long's voice unconsciously rose a few notes, with a kind of awe at the scene before him. He had been on the battlefield for many years and thought he had a good understanding of the scale of various firepower, but the heavy artillery array in front of him was still far beyond his imagination.

His eyes swept across the heavy artillery, and every time his gaze stopped, it was as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

"Is this still the firepower of a regiment?" Milong seemed to be asking his comrades around him, or as if he was muttering to himself.

His voice was full of doubt and amazement, and every word seemed particularly abrupt in this noisy battlefield.

He shook his head, trying to sober himself up from the shock, but the thunderous artillery fire and the steel body of the heavy artillery in front of him continued to impact his cognition.

"This is almost as many as an army." Milong spoke again, and this time his voice was filled with a hint of unbelievable bitter smile.

He was well aware of the general situation of the army's firepower configuration. In his impression, it was already quite amazing for an army to have such a large-scale firepower. Now a regiment actually displayed such terrifying firepower, which made him feel like he was in an absurd dream.

"Have you ever seen an army with so many heavy artillery?" Bu La shouted loudly at the side.

His thin body looked a little frail next to Milong, but his eyes revealed a cleverness and a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. He tilted his head and looked at Milong provocatively, his face full of disdain.

Even though he knew in his heart that he would never gain the upper hand in a fight with Milong, that didn't stop him from trying to save face with words.

In this battlefield where flames of war were raging and life and death were at stake, their conversation full of gunpowder was like a different kind of lightning, flashing through the tense and cruel atmosphere, bringing a different kind of relief to the comrades around them, even if it was only for a brief moment.

"Hmph, you, Milong, are the only one who has seen the world? Stop making a fuss here. When have you ever seen an army gather so many heavy artillery together? I think you are just surprised by what you have never seen before. Our regiment is indeed capable, so don't underestimate us." As Bula spoke, he poked Milong's chest with his finger, with a look of pride in his eyes, as if he had gotten these heavy artillery.

He didn't care whether Milong would get angry because of what he said. In this time of war, he didn't want Milong to get the upper hand with his words.

Meng Fanle stood there quietly, with a meaningful smile on his face, but did not say anything.

As Long Wenjian's communications soldier, he knew many unknown secrets. Long Wenjian did not hide much from him. Those secrets were like silk threads interwoven into a complete picture in his mind.

He knew very well that some things were just hearsay, and that feeling was like looking at the world through a veil, blurry and unclear; but when he actually saw it with his own eyes, he realized how strong the impact was.

Just like at this moment, the artillery shells flying all over the sky were like a group of roaring steel beasts, drawing arcs of death in the sky, and then smashing hard into the enemy's position.

The scene was truly spectacular. Every explosion was like a flower of death blooming in hell, emitting brilliant and terrifying light.

If a timid person saw such a scene, he would probably be scared to wet his pants, and his soul would be swallowed by this endless fear.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Meng Fanle felt that now was the time for him to be mysterious and pretend.

He glanced at Milong and Bula who were arguing, and spoke in a light tone, with an expression as if he was a wise man who was in control of everything, above everyone else.

"Tsk, you're just the lackey of the regiment commander." Milong was already furious because of Bu La's retort. When he heard Meng Fanle's pretentious words, he immediately became furious and directed his anger directly at Meng Fanle.

He waved his strong arms, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his heart through this action, his eyes were full of disdain and anger.

Suddenly, Meng Fanle's face turned ugly.

His smile froze on his face, replaced by a pale look of embarrassment and anger.

He bit his lower lip tightly, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

He had only said one word, but was insulted by Milong like that. He felt that his dignity had been greatly trampled upon.

But he was well aware of Milong's hot temper. If he quarreled with him at this moment, the situation would probably get out of control. But it was really suffocating for him to just swallow his anger.

"It's annoying. Aren't you very talkative? Why don't you say anything anymore?" At this time, Bula's cunning voice sounded again, which seemed particularly harsh amid the deafening roar of artillery fire.

There was a smirk on his face and his eyes were slightly narrowed, like a fox that had discovered the weakness of its prey.

As Bu La spoke, he nudged Meng Fanle with his elbow, his action full of provocation.

"Is it because you can't defeat Milong?" Bu La's words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Meng Fanle's self-esteem.

He knew very well that there was a huge gap in strength between Meng Fanle and Milong, so he deliberately pointed this out in order to embarrass Meng Fanle.

He tilted his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Fanle, not missing any change in expression on his face.

"You just bully the weak and fear the strong." Bu La continued to add fuel to the fire, his voice raised a few degrees, with an unyielding momentum.

Although the comrades around were paying attention to the heavy artillery fire, Bu La's words still attracted a lot of attention.

Some of them looked like they were enjoying the show, while others frowned slightly, as if they were somewhat dissatisfied with the non-spicy approach, but did not want to get involved in the dispute at this time.

Meng Fan was speechless for a while. He felt like he was being roasted on a fire.

He glared at Bu La fiercely, feeling very annoyed at his behavior of taking advantage of his misfortune.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but didn't know where to start.

If he argued with Bu La, this guy was like a piece of sticky candy, once he got stuck, he couldn't get rid of it; if he had a conflict with Mi Long, he was no match for him. Meng Fanle was full of helplessness and resentment, and could only curse these two guys in his heart.

"Okay, stop messing around and think about the next battle." Meng Fanle could only pretend not to hear and then expressed his concerns.

Although artillery has the advantage, we are likely to suffer a loss in the air.

After all, the Japanese air force system is very complete.

They have a complete supplement system, but what about Lu Yuhua?
There are only dozens of fighter jets in total.

So what if our fighter planes are more advanced than those of the Japanese?

We can’t match the Japanese army in numbers.

In other words, the Japanese army was not ruthless and decided to engage in a war of attrition.

If we really engage in a war of attrition, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a fighter plane. Didn't we fight wars before we had no air force? It's just a little difficult, not like we can't fight." Bu La said nonchalantly, his face showed traces of the vicissitudes of war, his eyes revealed the calmness of a veteran.

In his opinion, the difficulties of war have long been commonplace. Although the lack of air support will make the battle more difficult, he firmly believes that they still have the strength to fight.

"That's right, it's no big deal." Several officers nearby also echoed this. They tried to ease the tense atmosphere with this seemingly relaxed attitude, but everyone knew in their hearts that without the cover of the air force, they would face enormous danger.

At this time, Meng Fanle said seriously: "Okay, stop talking. The issue of the air force will be considered by our superiors. What you need to do is to launch an attack on the remaining Japanese troops immediately after the artillery fire stops."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)