"Report to the chief..." The telephone soldier guarding Huang Yusheng covered the phone and reported.
"The No. 1 artillery position has been aimed at the target and adjusted to shoot at Zhu Yuan..."
As soon as he finished speaking, another caller reported: "Chief...the No. 2 artillery position is ready to fire..."
"Chief, the No. 3 artillery unit has been adjusted to fire at Zhu Yuan and is ready to fire at any time..."
Huang Yu stopped talking nonsense and ordered the three telephone soldiers: "Test firing first..."
"After locking the target, you don't need to ask for instructions. Just launch a salvo and use the fastest rate of fire to shoot out all the artillery shells on the position..."
The scream of the cannonball streaking across the sky soon sounded overhead. It took more than ten seconds before the violent explosion reached Huang Yu's ears from the sea.
None of the three shells hit the Japanese warship, but they shocked the little Japanese on the warship.
In order to allow all the secondary batteries to participate in the battle, the three warships have all completed their turns, aiming their sides at the dock and getting ready to fire.
Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army who occupied the pier took the initiative and fired at the three ships first.
The captain was so angry that he punched the table in front of him, feeling humiliated.
On the Chinese battlefield, the navy has never failed, so the blame for defeat must not start from itself.
Immediately ordered: "Immediately lock the Eighth Route Army artillery position, fire all naval guns, destroy the Eighth Route Army artillery as quickly as possible, and then destroy the dock warehouse."
"Let the Eighth Route Army artillery have a good look at the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Japanese Navy fleet."
"Their so-called heavy artillery is vulnerable to naval gunfire. They will never dare to provoke our naval fleet again..."
The three ships immediately sounded piercing sirens, and all the naval guns began to adjust their muzzles and readjust their firing elements based on the data calculated by the observers.
But the initiative on the battlefield was in Huang Yu's hands, and the little devils on the three ships all underestimated the strength of the Eighth Route Army's artillery unit.
"Woooooooo..."
The ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the pier again.
A total of ninety artillery pieces of various calibers fired together, and ninety shells roared towards the three ships.
"Rumble..."
Most of the shells hit the sea, but the blind cat killed the mouse, and nearly ten shells still hit the ship.
Huge fireballs quickly rose into the sky from the deck of the ship, and looked particularly dazzling under the cover of night. They were like three living targets, indicating the target of attack for the Eighth Route Army artillery.
"Bagyalu, what do naval gunners do for a living? Why don't you fire back?" The captain was startled by the explosion on the deck and ordered with a look of urgency on his face.
"Boom boom boom..."
A series of dull explosions finally reached the captain's ears, and the entire ship trembled under the powerful recoil.
The captain finally showed a long-lost smile on his angry face.
He has great confidence in his soldiers.
Even though this artillery battle was a preemptive strike by the Eighth Route Army, they were passively defensive.
But as long as all the naval guns on the deck participated in the battle and counterattack, he would have the confidence to turn defeat into victory, regain command of the battlefield, and kill the Eighth Route Army artillery on the dock.
"Rumble..."
A large number of fireballs quickly erupted from the dock, and it took several seconds for the violent explosion to reach the captain's ears.
The captain held up his binoculars and with the help of the fire caused by the explosion of the shells, he finally saw the Eighth Route Army artillery position at the dock. He also saw many Eighth Route Army troops being blown away by artillery fire, and heavy artillery being overturned by artillery fire.
The clenched fist hit the table in front of him again.
The only difference is that the fist just now was thrown with anger and urgency, while the fist now is thrown with excitement and expectation.
As long as the naval guns on the deck continue to fire, judging from the hit rate analysis of the shells just now, it will take at least five minutes for the Eighth Route Army's artillery position to suffer a devastating blow.
"Rumble..."
As the captain became more and more excited as he thought about it, the sound of explosions coming from his ears instantly brought him back to reality.
The strong air wave from behind almost knocked him to the ground.
Then the entire deck fell into chaos, with soldiers killed everywhere, burning fires, and smoke filling the air, tragic and bloody...
"Sir..." A lieutenant rushed behind the captain with his face filled with smoke. There was still blood on his uniform. He was obviously injured in the gunfire just now.
Seeing the captain looking back at him, the lieutenant immediately reported it.
"We just took six shells. Three of the secondary guns were hit by the shells and were unable to continue participating in the battle. The main gun on the bow also received a shell. Although the gun was not damaged, the gunners suffered heavy casualties...
"
"Coupled with the losses on other gun positions on the deck, we have lost more than 30 people, most of whom are gunners."
"Because there are not enough gunners for many naval guns, others have to be put on top. This will definitely affect the subsequent shooting accuracy and rate of fire."
The good mood on the captain's face suddenly disappeared, and he ordered with a stern face: "Continue to fight back..."
"The firing elements of the main gun and secondary gun have been adjusted. The gunner only needs to load the shells and fire. Only by destroying the artillery unit on the dock can we be safe..."
"Boom boom boom..."
The firing sound of the naval gun quickly reached the captain's ears, but this time the captain was not happy at all.
As a veteran, he could clearly feel that this artillery counterattack was much weaker than the first round of artillery counterattack.
But he did not lose confidence.
As long as all these artillery shells hit the Eighth Route Army artillery positions, they can still bring devastating blows to the Eighth Route Army artillery.
As soon as the cannons on the deck fired, he raised his binoculars and looked at the dock.
What disappointed him was.
The hit rate of this round of shells fired by the naval gun was not as high as that of the artillery counterattack just now.
Judging from the position where the fireball rose into the sky, the number of shells that successfully hit the Eighth Route Artillery position was less than half as many as before, and the results achieved were naturally much less.
"Baga, how could this happen..." the captain shouted in disappointment, his mind full of questions.
The deputy captain next to him was a gunner. He frowned and replied: "Sir, it should be that our ship has shifted a little due to the recoil. Because the gunners suffered serious losses, the guns did not readjust their firing positions.
Fire the cannon, which greatly reduces the hit rate of the artillery shells."
"Rumble..." Just as the vice-captain was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted by a close-range explosion next to him.
An exclamation sounded in the cabin at the same time: "Sir, get down quickly..."
Before the captain could make any reaction, he was thrown to the ground by the guards on the side. A large number of shattered glass hit him around him, and even a few pieces of glass shards scratched his cheek, leaving a few bloody cuts.
