You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

The artillery barrage began.

The artillery regiment of the Provisional 50th Division was positioned at the edge of a sparse grove of trees about four kilometers behind the defensive line.

A total of 29 75mm mountain guns were divided into three artillery battalions and lined up in a row.

These artillery pieces came from all sorts of sources.

Nine of them were captured Japanese Type 9 75mm mountain guns, with the Rising Sun emblem still remaining on the gun barrels that hadn't been completely wiped off.

Eight of them were 75mm Kirchhoff mountain guns that had been phased out after Lin Feng's main force of system soldiers were re-equipped. Although they were old, they were in excellent condition.

The most eye-catching were the 12 brand-new Bofors M1930 75mm mountain guns, painted in the original dark gray camouflage of the Nordic country.

That was a valuable item that Lin Feng obtained by exploiting a bug in the system, using a large amount of merit points.

It has a long range, high accuracy, light weight, and good mobility.

At this moment, the muzzles of all 29 cannons rose up, pointing towards the sky.

The composition of artillerymen who operate artillery is equally complex.

There were artillerymen from the Central Army who had been routed from the battlefields around Songjiang, veteran gunners from the river defense fortress troops brought by Wei Zhen, and artillery cadets from military academies across the country who were still studying...

There were intellectuals transferred from various places to supplement the artillery regiment, as well as system artillerymen sent by Lin Feng to serve as instructors and key personnel.

They came from all corners of the country, with different accents and uniforms.

But at this moment, everyone was swinging their arms wide, their eyes shining with an almost fanatical excitement.

After all, that's a total of 29 75mm cannons.

For the Great Xia army of this era, this was an astronomical amount of heavy firepower.

Even the worst-equipped Sichuan Army and Northwest Army might not be able to muster that many cannons in a single army group, and often had to make do with mortars.

Even the most elite Central Army, a fully equipped corps, only had about thirty artillery pieces.

Now, their newly formed "provisional division," which is looked down upon by many, actually possesses an entire artillery regiment with 29 cannons.

This kind of victory is something many soldiers, even after serving for over a decade, would never even dream of.

"Load!"

The company commander of the artillery company, formerly an artillery platoon leader of the 88th Division of the Central Army, roared with a red face and thick neck.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

The gunners moved swiftly and skillfully.

The two men worked together to lift a 6.5-kilogram 75mm high-explosive shell and put it into the gun barrel.

With a "bang," the breechblock closed.

"Number three explosive charge!"

"Marker 4870, direction left 0-03!"

"put!"

"boom!"

The cannon recoiled violently, and the scorching muzzle flash shot out several meters away, the huge sound wave making people's eardrums hurt.

The shell roared out of the cannon barrel, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air as it flew toward its intended target.

Almost simultaneously, the other 28 cannons also opened fire.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

The continuous sound of cannons echoed across the sky like rolling thunder.

The smoke from the cannons quickly merged into a thick cloud, enveloping the entire artillery position in a grayish-white haze.

The gunners didn't even have time to wipe their sweat, let alone cover their ears.

They mechanically and efficiently repeated the actions: ejecting the shell, cleaning the chamber, loading, locking, aiming, and firing.

Sweat streamed down their faces and necks, soaking their uniforms.

But everyone's face was filled with an almost excited expression.

Dry!

Fuck him hard!

Let the Japanese devils taste what it's like to be bombarded by cannons!

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On the other side of the battlefield.

The Japanese 2nd Battalion Commander, Infantry Major Morita Isamu, who was leading his troops in a charge, suddenly heard a familiar and dense whistling sound.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, dozens of black parabolic trajectories appeared on the clear sky, hurtling towards his team with a piercing shriek.

"What?!"

Morita Isamu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew that voice all too well.

That was the sound of a 75mm shell cutting through the air.

Moreover, some of the sounds were clearly those of the Type 41 mountain guns, standard issue for the Imperial Army.

There were also sounds from other types of artillery mixed in.

"Fire! Take cover! Everyone take cover!"

Morita Yu roared with all his might, and at the same time, he suddenly fell to the ground.

As a veteran who graduated from the Army Sergeant School and participated in the Battle of Xifengkou, his battlefield instincts saved his life.

He quickly placed his hands in front of his chest to avoid direct contact between his chest and the ground.

This is to prevent the shock wave from being transmitted through the ground and damaging internal organs when the shell explodes.

However, his charging soldiers were not so quick to react.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

The first salvo of shells landed.

Dozens of orange-red fireballs exploded almost simultaneously amidst the dense charging formation of the Japanese soldiers.

Soil, gravel, and severed limbs were thrown high into the air by the blast wave, and then fell like raindrops.

A Japanese soldier was charging forward with his gun at the ready when, in the next second, a 75mm high-explosive shell exploded less than three meters away from him.

His body was torn apart like a rag doll; his upper body disappeared completely, leaving only his two legs standing in place. He swayed a couple of times before collapsing limply.

Not far away, a Japanese machine gun crew was carrying a Type 92 heavy machine gun, preparing to find a firing position.

A shell landed right in the middle of them.

"boom!"

The four men, along with the heavy machine gun, were blown into the air.

Machine gun parts and human fragments were mixed together and scattered everywhere.

Morita Yu lay on the ground, his ears ringing and his vision blurry.

He barely managed to lift his head, and through the smoke, he saw a hellish scene.

His battalion, his proud elite battalion that had never been defeated from North China to Central China, was now being mercilessly reaped by steel and flames.

How could this be some kind of ragtag army?

The firepower density, the accuracy and coverage of the artillery fire were even more ferocious than the best-equipped Central Army Training Corps they encountered on the Shanghai battlefield.

This is at least a salvo from dozens of 75mm-class cannons.

Moreover, this was clearly not the crude method commonly used by the miscellaneous troops of the Great Xia Dynasty: "pushing the artillery to the front line and aiming directly at it."

This is a classic, standard artillery tactic.

The artillery was positioned in a safe rear area, and command was conducted using map coordinates and forward observation posts to carry out over-the-horse firing.

This tactic requires specialized artillery, advanced communications, accurate mapping, and a large stockpile of artillery shells.

This is definitely a well-equipped and well-trained main force of a regular army.

Morita Isamu's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Baka! Retreat! Retreat now!"

Morita Yu struggled to his feet and shouted at the top of his lungs.

But at this moment, retreating has become a nightmare.

On an open field with no cover, facing such dense crossfire and covering artillery fire, turning around and running away would mean completely exposing your back to death.