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

"The tasks issued by the North China Area Army Headquarters are completely unrealistic..."

Yoshiyuki Akiyama sighed and wiped the sweat from his face.

Just as he was thinking about these things with great anxiety.

next second.

The Japanese scout at the head of the column suddenly stopped and pointed in terror at the sky ahead.

"What...what is that?!"

Akiyama Yoshiyuki raised his head and looked in the direction the soldier was pointing.

Suddenly, a dense cluster of flames rose up on the distant horizon.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling, eerie whistling sound, as if tearing through the air, swept over everything.

"Swish, swish, swish——"

Dozens, even hundreds, of fireballs appeared in the sky, trailing long plumes of smoke.

They pierced the gloomy sky with terrifying speed, hurtling straight toward the marching column of the 102nd Regiment.

Akiyama Yoshiyuki's mouth gaped open, and he was stunned for a moment.

The next second, he remembered to shout:

"Enemy attack! Artillery fire! Take cover! It's artillery fire!"

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the other side.

On the muddy dirt road in the southern Shandong plain after the rain.

An Sd.Kfz.223 armored command vehicle, painted in camouflage, was speeding forward alongside the main force.

Inside the carriage, Lin Feng casually crumpled up a telegram he had just copied and tossed it at his feet.

"Sir, the order personally sent by that person from Jiangcheng, are we just going to leave it hanging like this?"

The staff officer next to him swallowed hard and asked with some concern.

"Just leave it to air dry, what else can you do?"

Lin Feng sneered and nonchalantly dusted off his hands:

"When a general is in the field, he may disobey the emperor's orders."

He likes to play that airdrop note game, so let him drop it.

This subtle maneuvering tactic might work on my obedient, first-term student at Whampoa Military Academy, my cheap senior, General Du.

But that won't work for me, Lin Feng.

Lin Feng simply read the message but didn't reply.

At this moment, he is leading the forward command post forward.

In war, the decisions made by frontline commanders on the spot are crucial, not assumptions made in a conference room hundreds of kilometers away.

"Your Excellency, the rocket artillery regiment is ready."

Inside the swaying vehicle, the staff officer beside him gave a reminder.

"it is good."

Lin Feng picked up the microphone hanging on the wall of the carriage and pressed the call button.

"Hello, this is Lin Feng."

A slight static noise came through the headphones, followed by the gruff voice of the commander of the corps' directly subordinate artillery division:

"Your Excellency, the rocket artillery regiment of the artillery division has entered its designated firing position."

All of our division's rocket launchers have been deployed.

Compared to the heavy towed howitzer, the Hans 42 rocket launcher that Lin Feng obtained through the system is lighter and easier to move around by truck.

Therefore, the rocket artillery regiment of the artillery division was the first to arrive at the designated position.

"Have the target coordinates been confirmed?" Lin Feng stared at the military map spread out on his knees.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, the scouts have just sent back the latest corrected coordinates."

All firing parameters have been set.

The current firing angle can maximize coverage of the marching Japanese reinforcements.

"very good."

Lin Feng waved his hand and shouted into the communicator:

"fire!

Give these little devils who've come all this way a good hot bath.

"Yes, sir! Fire!"

Tens of kilometers away.

On an open battlefield.

Thirty-six uniquely shaped cannons were pointing diagonally at the gloomy sky.

It is the Hans 42 150mm six-tube rocket launcher.

This refers to the infamous "Smoke Speaker" from World War II.

Compared to the famous Katyusha rocket launcher from the Russians, which uses rail-launched technology.

Hans' rocket launcher uses six launch tubes arranged in a ring.

Although it fires fewer shells in a single salvo than the Katyusha, it has a larger caliber of 150 mm, and the power of a single high-explosive shell is extremely formidable.

Moreover, the tubular launcher design allows artillery to reload ammunition much faster than Katyusha after firing a salvo.

"Attention, all artillery."

The commander of the rocket artillery regiment, standing at the rear of the position, suddenly waved down the red signal flag in his hand:

"put!"

"laugh--!"

The electric firing device is activated.

From the six launch tubes of the rocket launcher, the tail of the first tube instantly spewed out a long orange-red tail flame.

Then came the second one, the third one...

"Waaaaa—waaaaa—waaaaaa—"

The moment the rocket leaves the tube, the rocket engine starts working, instantly emitting a chilling shriek.

The sound was like thousands of vengeful ghosts wailing at the same time, or like countless hungry wolves howling in the night wind.

The noise was terrifying.

In just a few seconds.

Two hundred and sixteen 150mm heavy rockets, trailing long plumes of smoke, rose into the air like a meteor shower flying backwards.

The entire artillery position was instantly enveloped in thick white smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

Let's turn our attention back to the highway from Wulian to Ju County.

"Enemy attack! Artillery fire! Take cover! It's artillery fire!"

Colonel Yoshihiro Akiyama, the regimental commander disguised as an ordinary soldier, let out a shrill, almost hoarse roar as he looked at the dense mass of fireballs crashing down from the sky.

But his voice was instantly drowned out by the deafening explosion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The way rockets strike is completely different from that of traditional howitzers.

Traditional artillery fires one shot at a time, with a reloading interval in between.

But rocket artillery is area-effect weapons.

The previous one had just landed and exploded, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

The next shot came crashing down within seconds.

More than two hundred 150mm high-explosive rockets were unleashed like a storm on the Japanese marching column in just a few dozen seconds.

The rocket's low accuracy, however, becomes a terrifying advantage when subjected to dense artillery fire targeting long, marching formations, providing a wide coverage area.

The entire two or three-kilometer stretch of road was instantly transformed into a boiling inferno.

After Akiyama Yoshiyuki shouted that, he immediately pounced like a vicious dog and lay down firmly in the muddy ditch by the roadside.

As a veteran, he skillfully placed his hands under his chest.

This is to prevent the chest cavity from directly contacting the ground, thus avoiding the shattering of internal organs by the terrifying shockwave transmitted from the heavy artillery explosion.

He stared wide-eyed at everything happening around him in despair.

hell.

This is the real hell on earth.

Less than 30 meters away from him, a rocket hit a truck loaded with ammunition.

"Boom—!"

A massive fireball, generated by the secondary explosion, shot into the air.

The dozen or so Japanese infantrymen around the truck were torn to shreds by the intense heat and blast wave before they could even scream.

Limbs and torn steel parts rained down on them like a downpour.

"Help...help me..."

Akiyama Yoshihiro looked up with difficulty and saw a Japanese sergeant not far away, half of his body blown off, dragging his bloody entrails as he crawled painfully through the mud.

But before he could climb a few steps, another rocket landed beside him.

With a flash of light, the sergeant vanished from Akiyama Yoshiyoshi's sight, leaving behind only a huge crater belching black smoke.