From the telescope, it can be seen that more than 2,000 meters away from the artillery position, a thick smoke rises from a bunker covering an area of more than 500 square meters. The violent smoke covers the entire bunker.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the bunker, including a huge observation balloon floating quietly in the air more than ten kilometers away from the Japanese outer positions.
Under the observation balloon, in a huge hanging basket, an observer was staring at the smoke-belching bunker with a high-powered telescope.
Time passed slowly, and a few minutes later, accompanied by a breeze, the thick smoke covering the bunker dissipated, and the observer could see the target clearly.
At this time, the bunker, which was originally two meters thick and more than three meters high, was like a piece of cake that had been gnawed on one side by mice, and a large hole of five or six meters was blown out on the left side.
The observer grabbed the telephone receiver nearby and said, "Eagle Eye reports that the left side of the target has been penetrated, but it is estimated that it has not completely lost its combat effectiveness. Additional artillery fire will be carried out."
"Understood!" Only a simple answer came from the phone.
A minute later, there were two more dull roars, and two 150-kilogram warheads flew towards the target at a speed of 607 meters per second. Along with two earth-shattering explosions, the bunker was once again shrouded in gunpowder smoke.
"Squeak..."
A sharp brake sound sounded, and a Willys jeep parked next to the position of the B4 203mm heavy artillery battalion. Geng Changshun, who was slightly fatter, jumped out of the car.
As soon as Geng Changshun got out of the car, he yelled at a major whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke: "Hu Laoyan... Do you fucking know how to fuck? If not, get out of here and let someone with the skills do it."
battalion commander!"
Geng Changshun is the oldest artillery battalion commander of the Liantai Militia, and he is also the artillery group commander of the Liantai Militia on the front line in Taiyuan.
Normally he doesn't come to the front line to intervene in frontline operations, but now he ran over angrily, which shows that he is really angry.
Hu Jintian, who was yelled at by Geng Changshun, was a little ashamed and lowered his head, but then protested: "Sir, you can't blame me for this. It's really the problem with the cannon."
Hu Jintian is thirty-three years old this year. He has been an artilleryman in the Shanxi-Sui Army since he was eighteen years old. It can be said that he has been an artilleryman for eleven years now, and he was only recruited last year.
Logically speaking, one would think that such an old artilleryman, who is so good with artillery, would be scolded so badly.
In fact, the three consecutive rounds of shelling just now were all deflected, which aroused the anger of Geng Changshun who was watching the battle from behind.
"You boy...there are twelve shells in three rounds of shelling...except for the first shot, which hit a dead mouse for you to hit, the remaining three rounds of shelling on your special mother-in-law all missed the target. Don't you think so?"
We have too many artillery shells, how many do you want to dispose of for the regiment?"
Although the Liantai Militia has never asked soldiers to save ammunition, the word diligence and frugality engraved in the bones of the Chinese people reminds everyone all the time that waste is undesirable and even shameful.
One shell of the 203mm howitzer costs 200 oceans, which means that if they pull the match rope, a 98K rifle will be destroyed by them. No matter how rich you are, you can't make it like this.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most terrible thing is that the shelling just now was all seen by Gao Hongming, Yang Aiyuan, Commander Liu and other division commanders who were watching the battle from behind.
The face is dull.
Geng Changshun even saw that the faces of his team members were all darkened. Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly drove over to reprimand Hu Jintian, the battalion commander.
"Sir, I was wronged."
Hu Jintian also felt aggrieved.
"As you know, the B4 artillery is very powerful, but its accuracy is also notoriously bad. It is especially easily affected by wind speed and the amount of charge. If it exceeds two kilometers, the shell will easily miss!
"
"I don't want to hear reasons, I just want to ask you one thing. Can you hit the Japanese bunker next? If not, tell me as soon as possible, and I'll let someone else do it!"
Hu Jintian gritted his teeth: "Sir, there is only one way to improve the hit rate, and that is to advance one thousand meters."
"One thousand meters, are you crazy?" Geng Changshun was startled. One thousand meters is already within the range of the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun, not to mention the Japanese mortars, Type 92 infantry cannon, etc.
A series of artillery pieces.
"Do you want to be a target of the Japanese?"
"What are you afraid of?" Hu Jintian pointed in the direction of the Japanese bunker in front and said: "We are not transporting all the artillery, we only need two or three artillery.
We used the mobility of the B4 to quietly move to the Japanese bunker. As long as we aimed at the Japanese bunker and opened fire at the same time, we could at least knock off the Japanese turtle shell."
There is no doubt that Hu Jintian's proposal is rather risky. If it goes wrong, it is very likely that the Japanese army's bunkers will not be built, but a few artillery pieces and gunners will be installed.
But then again, if this plan is successful, after knocking out the Japanese army's solid fortifications built with steel bars and concrete, the next battle will be much easier to fight, and the casualties of the infantry can also be greatly reduced.
"Okay, I'll give you another half hour. I want to see the results in half an hour. Can you do it?"
"Sir, don't worry. If you still can't hit a target after a thousand meters, you can knock off my hat!" Hu Jintian said confidently.
"boom!"
Half an hour later, a 203mm concrete-penetrating bomb first hit an underground fortress in the middle. The warhead easily penetrated the two-meter-thick wall made of reinforced concrete, and then exploded inside.
With a loud noise, this fortress that the Japanese army had given high hopes for was like an exploding watermelon, with countless concrete fragments, broken limbs and fragments of various firearms and ammunition flying into the air.
"good!"
At a hidden observation post five or six kilometers away from the outer positions, commanders such as Gao Hongming and Yang Aiyuan from the joint headquarters cheered loudly as they looked at the Japanese fortifications that had been blown to pieces by artillery shells.
Sun Chu said with emotion: "These fortifications of the Japanese army were all made of concrete and poured steel bars, and the thickness of the outer walls was even two to three meters thick.
It is difficult for ordinary 75mm artillery or even 100mm artillery to penetrate such fortifications. In the past, if we wanted to capture such fortifications, we could only rely on soldiers to use their lives to fill it. Now with Gao Laodi's heavy artillery, we can capture the Japanese's.
The outer positions are much easier!"
"Indeed!"
Commander Liu also pointed forward and said: "Okamura Neiji never imagined that the East Gate Bunker Group, for which he had placed high hopes, would be so undefeated.
As long as we knock out the group of bunkers outside the east gate, we can launch a general attack. I estimate that the battle will be over in three to five days at most."
For Commander Liu, who is calm by nature, to be able to say something like this, it is obvious that he is very satisfied with the progress of the current battle situation.