"Yan!" The first wave of metal artillery shells in a dynamically stable flight state pierced the sky, drawing a perfect and elegant arc, and flew towards the center of the Caijiayu battlefield. The sharp and shrill whistling sound resounded through the sky and spread throughout the world.
The movement in the sky suddenly attracted the attention of the Japanese troops on the Caijiayu battlefield.
"The enemy is shelling! Murakami, hide quickly!!!" A Japanese military commander's eyes were blood red, and his eyes were full of anxiety. Facing the high-speed incoming shells, he had no choice but to hide in the pit bunker and move toward the unknown. Nephew Murakami Kyo, who was hiding behind the wreckage of the carriage in the distance, shouted urgently.
Nephew Kyo Murakami has just joined the Fifth Division. He is not only an outstanding and motivated imperial soldier, but also the best descendant of the Murakami family, responsible for revitalizing the family.
If Murakami Kyo died here, he would not be able to give an explanation to his family, and the entire Murakami family would inevitably suffer a catastrophic blow.
Murakami Kyo, a young soldier hiding behind the wreckage of the carriage, and the dozen or so Japanese soldiers around him had no time to react. They subconsciously looked up and saw tiny black dots coming into view, rushing towards them like meteors.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
despair.
This is a despair that goes deep into the soul.
They saw it but could do nothing.
"Get down!"
"Baga, the enemy is shelling!!!"
Accompanied by the prompts from Japanese veterans in the battlefield area, like a heavy rain, the first wave of 60mm mortar shells crossed the last distance and directly covered the central battlefield of Caijiayu. The shells hit the ground hard one after another, blooming with a wave of fire. One gorgeous and short-lived death firework after another.
Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were extremely lucky and were directly hit by artillery shells. They were physically shattered into fragments. Their body limbs and pieces of flesh and blood flew around like heavenly flowers, outlining the most vivid and wonderful hell on earth.
In addition, many Japanese soldiers fell into a pool of blood due to the lethal effects of shell fragments and explosions, wailing with a Hiroshima accent, and suffered from the extreme pain of broken limbs or shrapnel entering the body.
The kinetic energy contained in shell fragments is much lower than that of bullets, but this does not mean that the lethality will be reduced. In fact, due to the low flight speed and low kinetic energy of irregular metal shell fragments, they will immediately flip and roll after entering the human body, tearing apart muscles. and blood vessels and arteries, causing extremely terrifying massive bleeding, resulting in a large-scale cavity effect comparable to that of a small-caliber bullet injected into the human body.
This is a veritable meat grinder!
The shells continued to explode, and one after another Japanese soldiers who were fighting were instantly shrouded in countless metal fragments. They suffered devastating blows inside their bodies, with their internal organs shattered, aorta disconnected, and bright red and hot blood gushing out crazily, almost reaching the highest level. The pain is transmitted to the brain through neurons, wildly stimulating the nerve center.
These Japanese soldiers wailed in unbearable pain and longed for help, but they could only die in despair.
Why didn't anyone come to the rescue?
The reason is simple. The surviving Japanese soldiers are still facing more and more intense artillery fire.
At this moment, the artillery strikes in the sky were no longer in waves, but in an extremely coherent fluid state. It was like a torrent of artillery shells pouring down on the battlefield, almost covering the area with the highest density of Japanese soldiers.
The divisional mortar battalion, which was in the ultimate artillery happy mode, went completely crazy. The density of firepower delivery to the Japanese army on the Caijiayu central battlefield reached the highest level. The average combat fire rate of each 60mm mortar was as high as 30 rounds per minute!
This is an unimaginable number, a number that can only be described as a rain of shells!
For the Japanese troops on the central battlefield of Caijiayu, it was really raining shells from the sky.
Still kind of continuous.
There is no doubt that this is an extremely luxurious battle for the Eighth Route Army. The intensity of the firepower on the entire battlefield was so intense that even the 686th and 687th Regiments were stunned. Many Eighth Route Army soldiers even paused their aim and shooting, quietly admiring the firepower. Scenes of artillery shells piercing the sky, falling and exploding in the Japanese positions.
I have to say, this feeling of having artillery support is really cool.
The little devil can hide behind a bunker and block bullets, but he can't block the shells coming from above.
"I want to go home! I want to go home..." In the valley bottom area, a Japanese recruit's tense nerves finally collapsed under the artillery fire and the threat of death. He lost his mind and completely forgot the content of the infantry drill. He stood up suddenly and thought To escape from your current location.
The Japanese recruit didn't know where to avoid the shells, but he knew that if he continued to stay in this position, he would definitely be hit by the shells.
Just after he stood up, suddenly, a 7.92mm metal slug containing 4 kilojoules of kinetic energy shot out and hit his chest. The metal slug easily cut through the protection of the skin like a sharp blade, tearing apart the tough muscles and blood vessels, as well as the ribs. Impact changes its own dynamic flight stability.
Spin, tumble.
The bullet shattered the rapidly beating heart, carrying the heart tissue and blood as it continued to fly, creating a space large enough to accommodate an adult's fist.
The Japanese recruit had no time to feel the pain. He only felt that his life seemed to be passing quickly. His body fell backwards like mud. He opened his mouth and was speechless. His last thought before his consciousness disappeared was-return. Home.
He wants to go home.
"The eighth one." On the 686th Regiment's position, sharpshooter Zheng Mingchun, who was staying at the left edge of the position, looked at the fallen little devil more than 300 meters away, confirmed the kill, and silently recited a number in his heart, which was full of calluses. With his right hand, he pulled the big bolt of the formal rifle and ejected the golden bullet casing.
Pull the big bolt, this is a man's romance.
Reload and move the sight.
The eight kill records did not make Zheng Mingchun excited or happy. He was like the most experienced hunter, undisturbed by external factors, hunting with his beloved Chinese style, focused and carefully.
As a top veteran of the Red Front Army, Zheng Mingchun's tactical literacy and marksmanship were extremely high. Before the reorganization, his original unit was recognized as a sharpshooter, and he relied on his talent to make a living.
On the Long March, a 60% new Hanyang-made weapon set a record of killing a total of 78 enemies. The accuracy of shooting at 150 meters was as high as 95%. It can be said that it can hit wherever you point.
As for why it is 150 meters instead of 200 meters, the reason is simple. Hanyang bullets with severely worn rifling will fly randomly when hitting long-distance targets.
Since switching to this medium-grade rifle with excellent accuracy, Zheng Mingchun's marksmanship has skyrocketed, from the previous 95% shooting accuracy at 150 meters to 85% shooting accuracy at 400 meters.
Ten seconds later, Zheng Mingchun once again found a new target. His left eye, as sharp as an eagle's eye, firmly locked on the Japanese soldier 380 meters away through the gap in the crosshair, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!" The loud and melodious gunshot sounded again, and the metal bullet shot out, crossing the battlefield in a very short time along the trajectory, and penetrated half of the Japanese soldier's head exposed behind the stone.
The Tianling Cap flew away in an instant, and the tofu-shaped brain tissue splashed out.
"The ninth one." Zheng Mingchun confirmed the kill and updated the kill number in his mind. He then put away his gun and moved back to the next position. It was only three things. A smart hunter never hunted in the same place more than twice.
The retreat order has been issued, and he has to kill more Japanese before the troops withdraw.
"Lieutenant Colonel Hashimoto, the forward scouts are reporting urgently. The enemy in Caijiayu has launched a violent artillery attack and is suspected of preparing to launch a general offensive." On the Ranzhuang battlefield, Captain Cangshan Yuanye of the Third Battalion received the latest battle situation. He was instantly shocked and hurried to the battlefield. Supreme Commander Hashimoto Junmasa made a report in front of Lieutenant Colonel Junmasa Hashimoto.
Since the central part of the battlefield was divided and blocked by the enemy, battlefield communications between Caijiayu and Ranzhuang were disconnected. The two sides were unable to effectively communicate and could only use scouts to conduct unilateral reconnaissance of the battlefield to obtain war situation information.
"Baga! The enemy wants to eat the baggage train, Koizumi Squadron and Shiteng Squadron in Caijiayu first, and then come back to eat us." Hashimoto Junmasa, who is the operational staff officer of the fifth division, has a solemn expression and a quick mind. Analyze and calculate, and then infer the other party's intentions based on the current information, gritted his teeth and said.
The strength structure of the entire reinforcement force is relatively complex, divided into Kurokawa Battalion, Cangshan Battalion, Automatic Vehicle Team, Baggage Company, Koizumi Squadron and Ishito Squadron.
The Kurokawa Battalion and the Cangshan Battalion are combat units with strong combat effectiveness, but the vehicle fleet and baggage corps, which are part of the logistics department, have relatively weak combat effectiveness. Even with the Koizumi Squadron and the Ishito Squadron, they cannot close the gap.
"Lieutenant Colonel Hashimoto, what should we do?" Cangshan Yuano asked quickly.
Hashimoto Junmasa forced himself to stay calm and gritted his teeth and said: "Hold on, I believe the warriors in Caijiayu can hold on, and the division's support will be here soon."
what to do?
There is no way!
At this time, we can only persist and believe that the imperial warriors in Caijiayu can resist the enemy's attack. There is no other way.
"Also, we must firmly grasp the unknown highland in front of us. Only with it can we have vitality and hope." Hashimoto Junmasa took several deep breaths in succession, and cast his decisive and resolute eyes towards the Laoye Temple highland on the right. : "How many people are there now?"
Cangshan Yuanye responded: "More than five hundred people, heavy weapons and ammunition are being transported upwards."
"Yo Xi, Cangshan-kun, what you did is very bad..." Hashimoto Shunsheng felt relieved. After hearing so much bad news, there is finally a good news. As long as this unknown high ground can be defended, even Caijiayu's rear troops If they are completely wiped out, then the vanguard troops here in Ranzhuang can also survive.
However, at this moment, an extremely violent vibration suddenly came from under their feet. Before Hashimoto Junmasa and Cangshan Yuanye could react, a particularly gorgeous and dazzling fiery red smoke cloud erupted from the high ground on the right above the head of more than five hundred people. The location of a Japanese soldier blossomed into the sight of the two.
explode!
This is a super explosion comparable to a small earthquake!
Why?
Because, the 115th Division Engineer Battalion buried a full 2 tons of TNT explosives in the predetermined area of Laoyemiao Highlands!
Yes, 2 ton level!
This is all the wealth of the 115th Division!
Following the vibration and the appearance of fiery red smoke clouds, high-temperature flames rolled and spread, and the center of the explosion point with a radius of tens of meters became a life-limited zone. A shock wave carrying nearly half of the explosion energy spread outward at a speed of several kilometers per second, impacting anything in the way. Objects on the path forward, more than 500 Japanese soldiers fighting were killed on the spot almost at the same time.
Some people have no bones left, and some people are lucky enough to have a whole body left.
Finally, the sound of advancing at a speed of 340 meters per second came belatedly.
"Boom!" An explosion sound with extremely high decibels and extremely high energy came. People who were closer to the explosion point had their eardrums ruptured instantly and lost consciousness. The sound wave instantly covered the Ranzhuang area and spread to all directions, almost resounding throughout Pingxingguan.
The earth shook!
Crows fly!
