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Japanese artillery positions.

In the low-lying area, the twelve 75mm mountain guns have been basically deployed.

The gunners are making final adjustments and calibrating the firing angle, moving shells, and clearing the firing line.

An air of superiority permeated the atmosphere.

It doesn't smell like gunpowder.

It's that kind of—

The sense of superiority of "I'm in the safest place".

Lieutenant Konishi stood beside an ammunition truck, hands on his hips, watching the busy gunners.

He was in his fifties, short and stout, with a mustache and a slightly protruding belly.

This was unusual among Japanese officers, as most of them were worn down by the war and became emaciated.

But Xiao west was different; he was an artilleryman and never had to go to the front lines.

"Konishi-san!"

A Japanese sergeant ran over.

Attentive.

His face was beaming with smiles.

That smile was like a dog wagging its tail.

"Too many people have died on the front lines."

As he spoke, the sergeant gestured towards the front lines.

There, gunshots rang out like a tidal wave, and screams shook the heavens.

But in this low-lying area, only faint echoes could be heard.

It's like being separated by a thick quilt.

"To be honest," the sergeant said in a low voice, with a hint of relief in his tone, "we artillerymen are still the safest."

"They blasted those Chinese to death from several kilometers away."

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Konishi burst into laughter.

That laughter sounded like a duck's quack.

"Gagaga—!"

He patted the sergeant on the shoulder, making the sergeant grimace.

"You're right, you're right!"

Xiao west smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits:

"Not only is it safe."

He paused, his chin slightly raised:

"Our artillerymen are treated very well within the division."

He pointed to his protruding belly:

"See that? That's proof of good treatment."

"Those infantrymen at the front are only given two meals of thin porridge a day; they're starving."

"We artillerymen have meat to eat and wine to drink every day."

He patted the sergeant's chest:

"Work hard, follow me, you'll have a bright future."

The sergeant nodded vigorously.

"Hai! Hai! Thank you for your guidance, Lieutenant Commander Konishi!"

Xiao west nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around and looked at the mountain guns that were being set up.

Looking at those dark, gaping cannon muzzles, they were pointing directly towards Luodian.

Facing the direction of the Chinese defenders.

He grinned, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking:

"Ten more minutes—"

"Those Chinese are about to be turned into minced meat."

"Gagaga—!"

He laughed again.

……

China's position.

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The anvil-like fingers slid rapidly across the control panel.

On the screen, the dark green icon is flashing.

High-explosive bombs at high altitudes.

This is a trump card that was deliberately left unsaid.

I haven't been able to bear using it.

Iron Anvil looked at the icon, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Little devils..."

He muttered to himself:

"Grandpa has gone all out this time, so he's treating you to a good meal."

He pressed the button.

"Click".

The breechblock is closed.

The anvil's fingers rested on the launch button.

Then--

Press.

"Bang--!!!"

Huge flames spewed from the cannon muzzle.

Orange-red.

Scorching hot.

The dark green projectile was fired from the cannon barrel.

At a near-vertical angle.

It shot into the sky.

It flew higher and higher.

It flew farther and farther.

It traces an almost invisible trail against the blue sky.

Like a shooting star flying backwards into the sky.

8,000 meters.

Five thousand meters.

Three thousand meters.

Two kilometers.

One kilometer.

Then--

It began to fall.

Change direction.

Head down.

Tail facing upwards.

Like a real shooting star.

Bringing destruction.

With death.

With—

Those were things the artillerymen had never seen before.

It fell towards that low-lying area.

Japanese artillery positions.

Someone looked up.

He was a young artilleryman.

He was moving shells when he suddenly saw something flash before his eyes.

He raised his head.

Look up at the sky.

The sky was very blue.

It's so blue it looks like it's been washed.

Blue like—

A black dot.

Against the backdrop of the blue sky, the black dot became increasingly clear.

getting bigger.

More and more—

close.

"What?! What's that?"

He murmured.

Then, he saw it clearly.

It was a cannonball.

but--

These are not ordinary shells.

They came down from the sky.

It fell vertically.

Yes--

He opened his mouth, as if to shout.

But he only uttered one word:

"gun--"

The roar had barely left his lips.

The shells have already landed.

It didn't land directly.

It was an explosion at high altitude.

The projectile exploded 100 meters above the ground.

This was not an ordinary explosion.

It is the art of explosion.

It exploded in mid-air.

boom!

The first explosion caused the projectile to crack.

It releases a large amount of fuel particles.

It was a specially made, extremely fine, cloud-like substance.

The mist spread out, covering an area of ​​about 100 meters in radius.

It enveloped the artillery position.

It enveloped those mountain guns.

It enveloped those ammunition boxes.

Enveloped those—

The artillerymen are still looking up.

The second explosion.

Detonate.

It ignited the fuel particles suspended in the air.

That instant.

Everything in that area—

They were all swallowed up by the high temperature.

Temperatures exceeding 2,000 degrees Celsius.

The temperature at which steel can be melted.

Japanese artillery positions.

The cannon barrel was pierced.

distortion.

fracture.

The gun carriage was blown to pieces.

The gunner was torn to pieces.

Some people are still holding their heads up.

The next second, half of his body was gone.

Someone was just about to run away.

The legs are gone.

These Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.

Screams.

climb.

I can't climb.

Some people were vaporized.

Nothing was left behind.

There was only a cloud of blood mist.

But the scariest thing isn't any of that.

It was a secondary explosion.

Some burning clouds fell.

It landed right at a Japanese ammunition depot.

A mountain of shell boxes.

Neat and tidy.

They were arranged like a work of art.

Those ammunition boxes were filled with 75mm mountain gun shells.

Each shot could kill more than a dozen people.

Now, they are on fire.

"boom--!!!"

The first explosion.

The sound was deafening.

The earth was trembling.

Then--

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

Continuous secondary explosions.

Like setting off firecrackers.

But it's ten thousand times louder than firecrackers.

Like thunder.

But it's ten thousand times more intense than thunder.

The ammunition for more than a dozen mountain guns was detonated simultaneously.

Fireballs exploded one after another.

Orange-red.

It's blinding.

Like fireworks during a festival.

But it's a million times more cruel than fireworks.

Compared to fireworks—

It's a million times bloodier.

The cannon barrel was blown off.

It tumbled in the air.

Fall.

Who will it hit?

That person was smashed into a pulp.

The wheels were blown to pieces.

Wood fragments flew like knives.

It slits a person's throat.

It slashed someone's eyes.

Human limbs were blown into the sky.

arm.

leg.

skull.

Flying in mid-air.

Fall.

Scattered all over the place.

It was mixed in with the shell debris.

It mingled with that blood.

And those—

The people who were still screaming were mixed together.

Lieutenant Konishi was just standing next to that ammunition truck.

He was laughing just now.

She laughed "ga ga ga".

Laughing at their own superiority.

Be careful about your own safety.

Laugh at the infantrymen who die on the front lines.

just now.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

Although he reacted quickly.

When you first see the burning sky overhead,

just ran.

But he didn't run more than two steps.

fell to the ground.

Just then, a head flew over.

It turned out to be the head of the Japanese sergeant who had just spoken to him.

It landed right in front of him.

The eyes on the head were still open.

He was right in front of him.

It looks like she's looking at him.

It seems to be asking:

"Commander Konishi, didn't you say it was safe?"