Under the control of Japanese artillery, the muzzles of six 150-meter heavy artillery guns were raised high in the direction of the blocking position 6 kilometers away.
Yes, although what Tang Dao said before was to let Japanese soldiers serve as instructors and teach Chinese officers and soldiers to control artillery, the bottom line is this
Just like a woman's underwear, even that thing has been torn off, so if you insist on rubbing it, just rub it.
When Tang Dao asked Tantai Mingyue to set up the camera and take a clear picture of a group of Japanese soldiers led by Second Lieutenant Akiichi Komura standing in front of the 150 howitzers, the Japanese artillerymen were completely honest.
Chinese soldiers don't need artificial hands, it's more convenient for them to do the surgery themselves.
Looking at their hard work, Tang Dao even felt that it was a waste of manpower to arrange two sets of machine guns and an infantry squad in front of each cannon to guard them.
From Komura Mingichi's perspective, Tang Dao is a devil.
It wasn't because of the cold-blooded killings. The killings alone were not enough to make more than a hundred artillery soldiers surrender collectively.
The scariest thing about the devil is that he completely grasps people's hearts. He swears to God in the name of his parents and nation that he will definitely let them leave this position. What gave the Japanese artillerymen hope to survive is the second best thing. Keeping their images and data is a surrender of all the Japanese soldiers.
The main reason why the soldiers didn't dare to be cunning at all.
They could artificially deflect various artillery units so that the friendly forces about to be bombarded would not suffer such heavy losses, but the devil, who was cold-blooded and good at grasping people's hearts, told them that he had artillerymen with field radios left there.
Observer, if the bombardment is not effective, the photos of everyone here will be published on the covers of major newspapers and magazines in China.
Each of their names and positions will also be attached to each photo.
This is really diabolical.
That means that the fate of all the family members of the more than one hundred artillerymen of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade here is in his hands.
As for how Tang Dao obtained the information about his name and position, that is even more simple and crude.
The more than 160 remaining Japanese soldiers who finally chose to surrender were asked to find acquaintances and form teams in twos. If no acquaintances were found, in Tang Dao terms, it was a pity, as it meant that Amaterasu wanted him to keep company.
The Japanese soldiers who completed the team were separated and asked to tell the names and positions of their companions and their own within one minute. If one piece of information did not match, both of them would die.
Those who can speak Chinese will naturally use Chinese, and those who cannot speak Chinese can only pray that the memory of the Chinese soldiers responsible for listening to them will not be deviated.
Are there any people who died in vain? There must be.
But the Japanese artillerymen who had become like good babies still had 106 people left.
However, leaving behind images and names was not the main reason why this group of Japanese artillerymen, headed by Second Lieutenant Akiichi Komura, worked so hard.
Rather, it is the famous abyss psychology.
If a seaman at the beach catches one crab, he will definitely cover it with a bamboo basket, but if there are a group of crabs, there is no need to cover it.
Because one crab will climb up and escape. If there are two or more crabs, no matter which one wants to climb up, the others will stretch out their claws and pull it down.
Crabs are like this, what will happen to humans who are far smarter than them? The truth is, it's even worse.
For this group of Japanese artillerymen, what brought them to such a situation was no longer the Chinese with live ammunition beside them, but their former infantry colleagues.
If it wasn't for their incompetence, how could these noble technical soldiers have fallen to this point? Being slaughtered like chickens by the Chinese was not included. Even the fate of the family was controlled by the Chinese.
We have degenerated and become traitors to the empire. Then you incompetent people can't even think about it. You will rot in the Chinese soil!
Standing dozens of meters away in the dark wilderness, looking at the bright fire from a distance, Komura Mingichi even shouted orders slightly nervously because of excitement. The Japanese artillery under his command fired heavy weapons one by one with steam on their heads.
The moment thirty kilograms of shells were stuffed into the barrel of the cannon and he excitedly pulled the bolt to eject the shells, even though Tang Dao was a master of psychology, even though he was the initiator of all this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
The human heart is indeed the most terrifying thing in the world.
A smooth and warm little hand quietly grasped Tang Dao's thick palm.
Tang Dao tilted his head, and Tantai Mingyue, who was standing side by side with him in the night wind, showed tenderness in his eyes.
Tang Dao's palm tightened and he held Wen Nu tightly.
His heart was also calmer than before.
No matter how difficult it is, I still have to fight because of my brother and because of her!
"Boom, boom, boom!" The six heavy artillery pieces, under the control of the Japanese troops, continued to fire shells towards distant areas in the night sky.
A man and a woman stood at the source of the deadly 'meteor', looking up at the meteor as it streaked across the sky and rushed to the battlefield.
That is its destiny.
The lives destroyed by it are also fate.
The man and woman standing side by side, holding hands, because of love and because of comrades, stand at the place where the meteor originated, with a silent understanding.
She was telling him: You are the commander, and I will not distract you when you fight, but I hope you know that I will always be by your side until the end of my life.
He was also answering her: I will not die, and neither will you, nor will we, nor will China.
The tenderness of women and the firmness of men stand in the night breeze of southeast China.
The signal soldier Erya behind them had a face filled with joy. It was the first time that his ruthless commander on the battlefield had been so gentle. He would hold a woman's hand back. The signal soldier suddenly remembered that his commander was already a lieutenant colonel in the army.
, up to this moment, he is just a young man in his early twenties.
Young people will of course rejoice in sweet love.
However, except for the signal soldier himself, no one could see the slight disappointment in the signal soldier's lowered eyes.
Of course, the signal soldier who raised his head again, like his commander and reporter Mingyue, had eyes full of joy.
The six roaring heavy artillery also told all the soldiers of the advance regiment here that they could send the Japanese to hell without using their chests and bodies to compete with the Japanese army's devastating artillery fire.
We can fight this kind of battle ten times or a hundred times.
Tang Dao had laid a secret before the battle began. The fire support company led by Pang Dahai not only provided fire support to the two guard battalions with mortars and machine guns, they also shouldered the important task of observing the battlefield and calculating coordinates.
The location and distance of the captured artillery had long been sent to Pang Dahai through the field radio. Based on this, Pang Dahai, an experienced artilleryman, calculated the coordinates relative to the Japanese position and then returned to the headquarters of the Tang Dao Advance Regiment.
It was also thanks to Pang Dahai, an old artilleryman, that he was still alive. His experience meant that although the calculated bombardment coordinates were still far off, at least they did not cause the first round of artillery to fall on the Chinese position.
Even if all the defenders are huddled in the trenches at the moment, the power of thirty kilograms of artillery shells cannot be defended by just a trench.
The first round of artillery shells also failed to land on the Japanese positions.
More than 18 artillery shells landed two kilometers away from the left flank of both sides' positions.
Seeing the fireball soaring into the sky in the distance, Setouchi's face was three times uglier than the face of Colonel Kanda Masane who was dismissed as frontline commander at that moment.
The Chinese actually captured the heavy artillery of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade.
What's even more frightening is that they actually tried to bombard themselves with this heavy artillery.
Fortunately, the Chinese artillery was not good enough and they missed the target by a kilometer or two.
'Baga! Retreat!'
This was not shouted out by the wise and hard-working Lieutenant Commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade.
Instead, in a farmland where the artillery test shot was deflected, the infantry captain of the major major, who was ordered to bypass the left flank of the battlefield, shouted at the top of his lungs after watching a small unit guarding him being wiped out by a heavy artillery shell.
Yes, the main Japanese position was safe and sound at the moment, but unfortunately, the Japanese infantry brigade, which had strong tactical execution, happened to march into that area.
18 shells were really not wasted at all. At least one infantry squadron was sent to drink tea at their favorite Amaterasu.
Amaterasu
I’ve been spending a lot of money on tea lately!
"Off! Off!" Pang Dahai was dancing and shouting at the telegraph operator in the trench. "According to the coordinates I recalibrated, tell the battalion commander, all artillery, 6 rounds of rapid fire! Haha, kill him!
Damn it!"
"Oh no, this fat guy is crazy! How many more times do you have to calibrate? Six rounds now?" Sweat dripped from Lu Sanjiang's forehead, and he quietly stuffed his body into the trench, and by the way,
I pulled two pieces of cotton out of my jacket and plugged my ears.
Whether it was the deafening sound of cannons or the crazy shouting of Fatty Dahai, he didn't want to hear it anymore.
The former felt tired after listening to it, while the latter felt tired after hearing it...
PS: Some book friends reported that the "Ladder" I recommended last time could not be found. The author is called "Kun Hua", and there is an old book called "The Age of Gold" with 4,000 subscriptions. If you want to read it, look for it. I
She writes about love on the bloody battlefield, and she writes about love in Sex and the City. The scenes are different, but true love is eternal! That’s it.
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