Three kilometers outside Pucheng, on a leafy hillside forest, Bai Rujiang, deputy commander of the 8th Mountain Division, and Lei Kemin, chief of staff of the division, put down their binoculars.
Lei Kemin adjusted his glasses, "What did Lao Bai say? The master has already said that after the bombing is over, let our rocket launcher battalion fire another 5 rounds to loosen the muscles of the enemy in the opposite position!"
Bai Rujiang put away the battle map on his face and said decisively, "At present, it seems that we can take Pucheng very quickly, but the enemy troops are at the foothills of Shiguan Mountain, Baituzui... on both sides of Pucheng. , there are troops deployed halfway up the mountain, these nails must be pulled out, this is the strength of our mountain division!"
In the past, the attackers in mountain warfare were generally at a disadvantage, but the difference in weapons generation between the Patriot Army and the warlord forces could make up for all this, and several of Lu Xiaojia's mountain divisions were born to eat this bowl of rice.
Lei Keming preemptively ordered, "Communicator, please contact the Second and Third Mountain Regiments immediately and ask them how long it will take to reach the predetermined position under the eight highlands 101 to 108. Attack immediately after arriving!"
"Old Lei, why are you more anxious than me?" Bai Rujiang smiled, glanced at his watch, and faced the communications soldiers who had not yet left, "By the way, I order the division's rocket launcher battalion and all artillery units below to attack the enemy according to the planned time. The Fang camp launched a 20-minute artillery strike!"
He planned to take down the main force of the Zhili Army in Pucheng first. The Zhili Army on the mountain belonged to the garrison brigade, and their combat effectiveness should not be very good, so it should be easy to take them down.
"Yes, two sirs!"
About 2 kilometers behind, two M29 tracked transport vehicles dragged an ammunition truck along a forest road and arrived at a rocket launcher position. Two Type 41 smoke-breathers were already ready to go.
Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg. The Mountain Division has a total of 36 Type 41 rocket launchers with a range of 6.8 kilometers, which are now dispersedly deployed in various forests.
"Start!" Following the platoon leader's order, the soldier quickly pressed the ignition switch.
The six DO38 150mm rockets in the rocket gun barrel were ignited by electric current, and were launched one after another with lightning speed, trailing flames in their tails.
"Choo Choo Choo!"
The roaring sound of this rocket launcher from the Hans Kingdom is completely different from the Katyusha from the Rakshasa Kingdom, so it also has a rather funny nickname "Screaming Mimi"
Within 20 seconds, 216 150mm artillery pieces quickly flew towards the enemy's position at a speed of 340 meters per second, and the soldiers started loading rockets in full swing.
At the same time, 24 M1A1 75mm howitzers, 18 leIG18 75mm infantry guns, and 12 M1943 120mm mortars deployed in other places also began to roar one after another.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
This luxurious firepower lineup can harm the soldiers of the Strait Army who are still working hard to repair the damaged trenches a few kilometers outside Pucheng.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
A platoon leader of the Zhizhi Army was smoking a cigarette on a certain position. Hearing the roar of artillery shells tearing through the air, he raised his head and looked at the hundreds of rapidly rotating small black dots in the sky. His face instantly turned the color of pig liver with fear, "Made, The artillery shells of the Patriot Army are coming, brothers, get out of my way!"
However, the bombing just now damaged most of the fortifications, leaving many soldiers with no holes to hide in. "Platoon leader, the holes were blown down. There are not enough holes now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of various artillery shells fell on the ground one after another, hundreds of fireballs exploded, and the devastated ground suffered another heavy blow.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Among them, the 120mm mortars and rocket launchers are particularly powerful. The shock wave carries shrapnel and spreads in all directions like a skynet.
The artillery fire this time was a test fire, so not all of it landed accurately on the damaged defense line, but the flying shrapnel still killed and injured many direct troops.
Several artillery reconnaissance posts hidden in the mountains not far from the Zhili Army position clearly observed the fireworks show in the distance through the M65 scissor artillery scope.
The artillery coordinates were corrected immediately, and then quickly reported to the rear artillery units through walkie-talkies, allowing them to correct the shooting elements.
The artillerymen at the rear were not idle. After correcting the shooting, the loader, wearing thin clothes, took out the shells from the ammunition box and continued to load them into the chamber.
120 light tanks and armored vehicles of various types were covered with camouflage nets and hung with branches. From a distance, they looked like a mass of thorns.
They had long been hiding in the broad-leaved forest, ready to go, waiting for this moment to arrive.
"Brothers, it's time for us to put on a show and end this. The infantry should follow closely behind the tanks and armored bodies to avoid unnecessary casualties!"
After that, the commander got into the tank, took more than 3,000 murderous infantry, and took advantage of the bombardment of the enemy's position to march towards Pucheng!
It is true that there are many mountains in the Fujian Province, but the offensive route of the Patriot Army is the city.
There is no doubt that most cities with large populations are built in areas with gentle terrain, and the same is true for Pucheng. The terrain outside the city is relatively flat, so there is no problem for armored troops to operate.
At the same time, the Zhizhi Army on the position outside Pucheng was in dire straits. The Patriot Army's artillery shells were free of charge, and the purely local tyrant style of play resulted in hail-like artillery shells falling on the soldiers' heads every second. .
Earth, rocks and shrapnel flew, and fortifications were destroyed. Wherever the artillery shells landed, the Zhizhi troops were blown to pieces, and the casualties of the soldiers remained high.
Luo Wanshen, Jiang Yi, Zhang Boxi and others on the city wall were observing the situation on the outside of the city through telescopes from a distance. It was simply too miserable to watch.
Their soldiers were ruthlessly torn apart by artillery fire and shrapnel. Jiang Yi and Zhang Boxi frowned and clenched their fists unconsciously.
What they hate most at the moment is not Lu Xiaojia, but the so-called war supervisor in front of them.
A scarred regiment commander rushed into the city under artillery fire and cried to Jiang Yi: "The artillery fire of the Patriot Army was too fierce. More than a dozen mountain artillery pieces in our division's artillery battalion were destroyed in the bombing. Brothers, we are really worried." I can’t stand it!”
"Commander Jiang, please quickly order us to withdraw, even if we surrender to the National Guard Army!"
The war supervisor's eyes were unkind and he curled his lips, "You are not allowed to retreat, you must resist me!"
Zhang Boxi couldn't hold it in any longer, so he pulled out his Browning M1900 pistol and grabbed the war supervisor, "What the hell, you bitch named Xu, don't do it on the basis that you did it with Marshal Sun when he was in the military academy in Fusang Kingdom." My classmates for several years are so arrogant in front of us!"
"You...you...Mr. Zhang, please don't get excited, be careful of your gun misfiring!" The combat supervisor named Xu felt the strong murderous intent on Zhang Boxi's body, and was so frightened that his legs shook like chaff, and he almost felt Unable to stand still.
Zhang Boxi did not kill the war supervisor in the end, but he still gave him harsh words, "Xu, please remember that you are just a war supervisor. You must understand your position and stop letting us dictate!"
Several people ended their dispute, and the shelling by the Patriot Army gradually stopped with a tacit understanding.
"The Patriot Army's artillery has stopped, they are about to start attacking!" Luo Wanshen stopped everyone and first raised his telescope to observe. However, because the smoke and dust had not yet dispersed, his vision was extremely blurry.
The Zhizhi army defending the position outside the city was hit by another round of artillery shells. The casualty rate skyrocketed, and the blood on the ground dyed the earth red.
The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed in the air, and the devastated positions outside the city were dotted with artillery pits of various sizes.
Before the surviving Zhizhi army could react, the tank battalion and more than 3,000 infantrymen of the 8th Mountain Division of the Patriot Army adopted a coordinated formation of tanks and infantry and charged menacingly towards the positions outside Pucheng.
When they advanced to about two to three hundred meters, under the intimidation of the supervising team, many soldiers of the Strait Army mustered up the courage to re-set up their undamaged three-section heavy machine guns and fight back against the iron lumps in front.
"Da da da!"
It's a pity that bullets are useless when hitting tanks and armored vehicles, and their few mountain cannons have long been destroyed, and the artillery has basically returned to the west.
