Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 77 Wang Feng's Hammer

The night falls and the waning moon hangs in the sky.

After a simple bandage, the bleeding of Zhang Hu's wound has stopped, but the bullet still remains in the wound, so he needs to wait for the arrival of the field hospital before undergoing surgery.

In order to facilitate command, Wang Feng moved the command post to the position of the first battalion under the cover of night.

Zhao Fangyuan walked in quickly and brushed off the dust on his body: "Sir, the heavy artillery battalion is ready!"

Wang Feng nodded.

Night is the best camouflage. The Japanese army lacks effective means of night bombing, so they can take this opportunity to make a comeback.

The perspective is placed on the bird's-eye view interface.

Although it was night, Wang Feng's perspective was like that of a night vision goggles, and the movements of the Japanese army were still clearly visible.

Head east back to town.

He has locked onto the Japanese command system.

In the southwest of the town, a civilian house was suddenly connected to electric lights, and Japanese officers often came in and out. Looking closely at the badge on the right chest, it was at least the rank of a major.

It's basically confirmed.

Clear coordinates are marked on the three-dimensional combat map.

Wang Feng pulled his consciousness out of the situation and said, "Order the heavy artillery battalion to test fire a round first!"

Zhao Fangyuan responded without hesitation: "Yes, sir!"

He did not have too many doubts about the coordinates that Wang Feng said.

There must be a reason why the commander did this.

When the news reached the artillery position in the rear, the soldiers responsible for calculating the position were stunned.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

It is not an easy task to calculate all the elements.

This is a computing team consisting of more than a dozen people. They are the soldiers with the highest scientific literacy in the North China Battle Group and are also the old team of the original 414th Regiment.

Wang Fengcong started training him several years ago.

But even so, it still takes more than half an hour to calculate the standard parameters.

Sir, you figured it out by yourself?
The command has given clear parameters, the calculation team has nothing to do, and the soldiers are whispering to each other.

"Do you think our commander is Sirius descended to earth?"

"No, in my opinion, it might be the reincarnation of Wenquxing."

"Yes, Wenquxing is still reliable."

"What are you talking about? Wenquxing is a scholar!"

The heavy artillery battalion commander Zheng Zhenzhong came over with a cold face, shouting angrily: "Sir, is it something you can speculate about in private? Hurry and return to your combat position!"

The soldiers' faces froze, and then they scattered.

Surveying and mapping soldiers are a technical branch of the military and are highly sought-after in any army.

You can be more casual in private when there is no war, but you must never lose your military obedience.

Zheng Zhenzhong snorted coldly: "What Wenquxing, Sirius, their status is too low. If you ask me, it's just God's reincarnation."

Inside the command post.

Wang Feng saw the situation on the artillery position clearly.

Modern Chinese soldiers are a very unique existence.

There is a conflict between Chinese and Western cultures, and some division in thought.

Even though some soldiers are proficient in modern sciences such as mathematics and physics, they still attribute things they cannot understand to metaphysics.

Without carrying out an ideological revolution, this kind of thinking will be more conducive to rallying the military's morale.

From a bird's-eye view.

The artilleryman stuffed the grenade into the barrel, and the starter on the side held up the flag.

This was the first battle of the heavy artillery battalion since its establishment. They had been sitting on the bench before. Seeing the mountain artillery battalion next door repeatedly making military achievements, the soldiers had been feeling depressed for a long time.

Finally, I have the chance to show my skills!
The Type 91 howitzer was a completely French design, even though Schneider had shortened the size of the gun as much as possible to take into account the short Japanese soldiers.

But the ergonomics are still poor.

On the contrary, the Chinese soldiers' physique is between the two, so they are adept at operating them.

The starter threw down his arms: "One volley, fire!"

Four guns fired in unison, and the flames from their muzzles briefly illuminated the sky above the position.

The soldiers covered their ears immediately. The ground beneath their feet shook violently, raising clouds of yellow sand.

Wang Feng immediately switched his perspective to tracking mode, and a sense of familiarity came over him. It was very similar to the cannonball perspective in World of Warships.

Four 105mm grenades streaked across the quiet night sky and landed directly at the designated location.

In an instant, the target house was engulfed in brilliant flames, bricks and tiles were flying in the smoke and dust, and if you looked closely, you would find a lot of human body parts.

The Japanese soldier who was knocked down by the shock wave came to his senses, his eyes widened and his mouth expanded into an 'O' shape.

The shelling came without warning and immediately struck the regiment command post.

Judging from the power, the caliber of the artillery is at least 105 mm.

Just now, the brigade commander summoned all staff officers to hold a military meeting in the temporary command post.

The meeting was still going on and no one came out.
After the smoke from the explosion cleared, the houses that had been standing there were now razed to the ground, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

Looking at the explosive power of the large-caliber howitzer, Wang Feng was amazed.

At this moment he seemed to have understood the joy of operating artillery.

A round of salvos directly destroyed the Japanese headquarters from a long distance.

These old devils don’t even know how they died.

If the Type 91 howitzer is installed on an armored vehicle chassis, the entire launching process will be no different from that in World of Tanks.

In short, just one word – awesome!

Wang Feng turned his head and said, "Send a telegram to the heavy artillery battalion and tell them to fire freely at the Japanese positions and use up all the shells of the two base units for me."

"There is also the mountain artillery battalion. Life is unbearable. Fire all the shells!"

"After the bombardment, all troops will immediately launch a counterattack!"

Zhao Fangyuan clasped his heels together. Although he didn't know what had just happened, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The Japanese army is good at night combat, but they don’t know that the night is our army’s home ground.

"Yes! If you can't defeat the Japanese, sir, you can tear off your head and use it as a chamber pot!"

Wang Feng snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, keep your head for yourself."

The fighting during the day was too brutal, and there was no time to deal with the bodies of the fallen soldiers, so they could only dig a large pit on the spot and pile them there.

Seeing their once familiar brothers lying in the pit covered in blood, the surviving soldiers held their breath.

Especially the soldiers who were on the verge of fleeing after being bombed from the air.

The guilt and shame in my heart are intertwined.

When the combat order was issued, all the soldiers immediately picked up their rifles and stared at the Japanese positions opposite with cold eyes.

The temperament of the entire army underwent a qualitative change at this moment.

This battle is not only to fight the Japanese, but also for revenge and to wipe out the previous humiliation!
At the Japanese position, the captain had already noticed something unusual.

The rear command formulated a plan to launch a night attack on the Kuomintang positions at 10 o'clock in the evening.

This operation was a unified action by the entire regiment, aiming to defeat the blocking forces entrenched here in one fell swoop.

The captain looked down at his watch.

There are five minutes left before the action begins.

According to convention, the command should issue the attack order ten minutes before the operation begins.

The captain frowned: "Nani."

Bang!
The next second, the sound of an explosion outside interrupted his thoughts.

"what's the situation!"

"Conceal! Pay attention to concealment!"

The captain immediately walked outside, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The explosion power and sound are basically the same as those of the Type 94 mountain cannon.

Which idiot had his weapons seized in battle?
After being bombarded, the Japanese soldiers immediately stopped preparing for attack and took cover in fortifications.

The agility of the movements is breathtaking.

After half a day of fighting, the Japanese army also suffered heavy losses. This infantry battalion alone lost more than 400 soldiers.

Most of them died in hand-to-hand combat.

The injured were countless.

The captain turned his head and looked at the signalman: "Send a message to the regiment headquarters! Request to launch an attack!"

"quick!"

The signalman immediately operated the radio, and the "ticking" sound continued.

The captain looked anxious.

All signs indicate that there may be a big problem in the rear.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening. If everything goes well, this is the time when the radio stations of various troops are active.

How is it possible that I don't receive any news at all?

boom!
As I hesitated, I heard a buzzing in my ears.

The captain covered his ears with his hands, his expression grim.

"Baga, Baga!"

The heavy artillery battalion is back in action!
The explosion of a 105mm howitzer is no different from thunder in peacetime. Only soldiers who have been on the battlefield can feel how terrifying it is.

Heavy artillery, the well-deserved god of war!

First battalion.

The flames from the explosion shone onto the soldiers' faces. There was silence on the battlefield, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.

Zhao Fangyuan rolled up his sleeves and looked down at the watch on his left wrist.

The shelling is expected to continue for another five minutes.
The morale of the army is just right at the moment, and every soldier is eager to skin the Japanese soldiers alive.

He was not good at inspiring morale, so he silently picked up a rifle, installed a bayonet, and stood with the soldiers.

The shelling continued, but the soldiers could no longer hold back.

Acting First Battalion Commander: "Chief of Staff, when will the brothers go up?"

Zhao Fangyuan: "Move slowly and pay attention to your footsteps."

After receiving the order, the soldiers crouched as low as possible and moved quietly towards the Japanese positions.

This tactic is a simplified version of Xu Jin's barrage. When the enemy is under artillery fire and cannot organize an effective counterattack, the subsequent charge distance is shortened as much as possible.

When the team reached the valley.

Waves of shock brushed across my face and I could no longer move forward.

Zhao Fangyuan took a deep breath: "One minute left!"

"Prepare to charge!"

The soldiers bent their bodies, as if they were about to shoot an arrow.

The sound of explosions on the Japanese positions gradually subsided, and the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Zhao Fangyuan shouted loudly: "Brothers!"

"charge!"

"kill!"

Hearing the shouts and screams outside, the Japanese soldiers just came to their senses and saw the Kuomintang soldiers jumping into the trenches.

"Kill him!"

The Japanese captain was injured, and the shock wave in the air directly perforated his eardrum, making him unable to hear any sound.

"what's the situation!"

"Baga! What's going on!"

Seeing that the National Army soldiers had rushed to him, the Japanese captain hurriedly drew his sword to resist.

The two sides started a fierce fight on the battlefield.

New group direction.

The artillery support has just ended.

Li Yunlong spat, stood up and waved his sword: "Brothers, the National Army's artillery is coming to support us."

"I have fought for more than ten years, and I have never been so rich. I have artillery to protect me."

"We can't let the Nationalist Army look down on our New 1st Regiment! Everyone, get ready! There is no position in the world that cannot be conquered!"

"Go ahead and chop them up!"

The bugler had a bandage on his right arm, blood had soaked through his uniform, with dark red bloodstains dried on it. He unskillfully held the charge bugle to his lips with his left hand.

The loud horn sounded again.

The remaining soldiers of the New 1st Regiment rushed down the hillside and launched a charge towards the Japanese positions.

behind.

The fire support company of the third battalion took out the remaining bullets to cover the friendly forces' advance.

Inside the command post.

Wang Feng's consciousness was withdrawn from the bird's-eye view. After the heavy artillery battalion was put into battle, the situation was successfully turned from danger to safety.

The two infantry squadrons that attempted to penetrate the dense forest and raid the rear of the first battalion met with an equally tragic end.

Before they even saw the enemy positions, they were subjected to overwhelming interception bombardment.

The level of accuracy is just like real-time positioning.

In order to avoid soldiers getting lost during the march, the Japanese army's marching formation was very tight.

This is just a good deal for Wang Feng.

The dense forests not only failed to provide any protection, but the wood chips flying in the air at high speeds acted like shrapnel, causing secondary casualties to the Japanese troops.

There were dense footsteps coming from outside the command post.

Wang Feng looked towards the door.

Song Wenjie pushed aside the door curtain and walked in quickly, standing at attention and saluted: "Sir, I am sorry for being late!"

Looking at Song Wenjie's dusty and breathless appearance, you can tell that he has tried his best.

Although the distance is short, it is difficult to march quickly in the mountains.

Wang Feng frowned: "How is the combat deployment?"

Song Wenjie: "The Third Regiment is on its way to support the Second Battalion of the First Regiment. I have brought the Second Regiment to you."

Wang Feng nodded: "Okay, all units will join the battle in echelons. The Second Regiment will support the First Battalion, and there is also the Eighth Route Army. We must drive the Japanese army back to Donghui Town tonight!"

Song Wenjie stood at attention and saluted, his movements efficient: "Yes! Please rest assured, sir!"

Wang Feng turned and asked, "What is the current situation in Yangquan?"

Song Wenjie was in a dilemma: "This..."

Wang Feng frowned: "Just say it."

Song Wenjie whispered, "Sir, there are two to three thousand troops retreating from Yangquan every day. Looking around, they are all defeated soldiers who have completely lost their combat effectiveness."

"The frontline units are seriously short of weapons. The people blocking the entrance of the military supply station to get supplies can be lined up a hundred meters away."

Wang Feng was shocked: "So serious?"

He guessed that there was a serious shortage of supplies at the front line, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

After all, Huang Shaohong was the deputy commander-in-chief of the Second War Zone. Even if he didn't get along with Yan Laoxi, it wouldn't be like this.

Song Wenjie nodded: "According to my observation, half of the clerks at the quartermaster station seem to have left."

Hearing this, Wang Feng knew where the problem was and sneered: "In any case, the front-line troops are still fighting a bloody battle with the Japanese invaders, and the devils haven't even reached Yangquan yet! The military supply station in the rear has withdrawn first, how ridiculous."

The Japanese devils are about to occupy Shanxi.

Anyone with a certain status and access to battlefield information can notice this.

The Jinsui Army was a local warlord force whose officers were mostly locals. While sucking the blood of the soldiers and drawing empty salaries, they also acquired a lot of property in various places.

It's obvious that he is in a hurry to go home and take care of his property!
It is no wonder that the number of Shanxi-Suiyuan Army personnel dropped so sharply after the war, some of whom died in battle or were transferred elsewhere.

Most of them defected to the enemy and became lackeys of the Japanese army.

After all, many of the rich and powerful have real estate assets kept in big cities, and it is not easy to sell them in a short period of time.

If he followed the Japanese, he could continue to enjoy his wealth and glory, but if he followed Yan Laoxi, he could only go into the mountains and live the life of a bandit.

Wang Feng pointed to the location of Donghui Town on the map and said fiercely: "I don't care what other troops do, all troops must act immediately and drive the Japanese invaders on the ridge back tonight!"

　Today I will update once, I want to update more but my condition is so bad

　　
　
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