In the headquarters of the 102nd Infantry Division, the noisy shouts and reports of the staff officers and the beeping of the radio merged into a strange symphony. Although this place was far away from the front line, the heavy artillery fire ahead could not be heard.
However, those staff officers or communications personnel who had been staying by the radio or telephone felt a little excited because they could hear the sound of artillery.
Different from the excitement of the young trainee staff officers and communications personnel, as the commander of the 102nd Division, Hu Lian could not see a trace of smile on his serious face at this moment. Looking at the two arrows on the sand table, Hu Lian
His expression became more and more tense. At this time, Hu Lian looked towards the young communications staff officer not far away.
"How are the Air Force's Stuka bombers preparing to bomb enemy positions and how are they alerting enemy naval aviation?"
The division commander's sharp eyes made the young communications staff tense up. He felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
"Report. Sir, the Stuka bomber group has taken off from the Wuxi Field Airport on time. According to the time, an air strike should have been launched on the enemy's position at this time, and our P47 group has also taken off and started to alert."
The communications staff officer gradually regained his military self-confidence during the report.
At this time, a staff officer ran over nervously dragging a phone. He almost desperately stretched the phone in front of Hu Lian.
"Sir, the phone number is Sir Su"
Su Tong, who was holding the phone at the Zhangjiakou Seventh War Zone Headquarters, was pacing back and forth. The application on his face looked a little nervous, but also a little excited.
"Damn, this fighting job is really not something that ordinary people can do. My brothers are so nervous in the rear, let alone on the front line."
Su Tong secretly laughed at his nervousness in his heart, even though he had never been on the front line, nor had he commanded a battle, let alone a battle of only one division. But this time he was facing strong pressure from the Japanese army, navy, and air force.
However, he only had one division of troops in Shanghai, which made Su Tong feel depressed and uneasy.
Because Su Tong knew how badly [ ] suffered in the later Battle of Songhu when faced with the joint attack of the powerful Japanese army, navy and air force. Often the Japanese Navy fired a 356mm naval gun shell
Come down, if it hits the target, a battalion of troops will be wiped out in an instant.
It is the influence of known history on Su Tong that causes Su Tong's uneasiness. In history, how miserable the war between China and Japan was. Everyone on earth knows that it is this kind of victory that is not victory.
, forcing Su Tong to become extremely nervous. Even though he had a first-class army in Asia at this time, it did not make him completely reassured.
“Never underestimate the Japanese”
This is the advice of countless benevolent and wise men in later generations. Any country or individual who underestimates the Japanese will pay a heavy price for it. Russians, Americans, British, and of course Chinese people
Hu Lian answered the phone in surprise.
"Hello, sir." Even though he was thousands of miles away, Hu Lian still straightened his back out of habit.
"How is the battle going?" Su Tong asked immediately after hearing the voice on the other end.
"Sir, the bombardment is still going on and we are about to start the operation to recover Baoshan." Hu Lian's voice on the other end of the phone also sounded a little nervous.
Su Tong nodded, is the flesh and blood mill in Baoshan and Luodian still the same as before?
"I see"
Suddenly, Su Tong's heart moved.
"Boyu, please call the front line immediately. I want to hear the sound of artillery."
"Yes, sir"
"Take the call to Wang Qinglong of the Fourth Artillery Division." Hu Lian's voice was faintly heard on the receiver.
At this time, on the artillery position of the 4th Artillery Division in the wilderness, each cannon, howitzer, and even mortar fired an average of twenty to fifty rounds of rapid fire during the first round of artillery preparations.
As for many gun barrels, they were red, and the gunners had to stop and take a breath. After the loaders, who had received rigorous training and were burly and strong, fed dozens of shells in succession, their arms were so sore that they could no longer push the shells.
As for having to replace the loader midway.
"Substitution"
As soon as he discovered that the rate of fire had dropped to the bottom, the gunner, whose voice was already hoarse from the smoke, immediately shouted loudly. In order to ensure the fastest fire, each squad and platoon temporarily strengthened several ammunition handlers and loaders.
The loader, who had been waiting impatiently at the rear, dipped the asbestos glove he was wearing with his right hand into the bucket to soak it in water. He immediately rushed to the gun emplacement and loaded the shell with his fist in order to speed up the rate of fire.
, the loaders didn't use ramrods at all.
"These idiots want to blow up the entire Baoshan Mountain."
Wang Qinglong, who was standing at the command position, looked around and saw that all the artillery positions were filled with empty shells and boxes, piled up like a hill. And when he looked far away, he could see it with the naked eye from the artillery position.
Everything within sight was filled with smoke.
"There must be no mercy."
I don't know why Wang Qinglong's mind couldn't help but think of a direct order from Commander Su. In other words, the troops participating in the war this time do not need to worry about fighting within the country, nor do they need to worry about any bullshit concession. The troops can be let go.
Use your hands and feet to fight.
Damn it, Chief Su, did you take some medicine this time? He always tells us to be careful not to hurt innocent people, but why is it so abnormal this time?
"Ding Ling Ling" Wang Qinglong looked and the indicator light on the phone came on.
"I am Wang Qinglong, who are you, Commander Su?"
"I'll beat his grandma hard."
Li Shuanzi, commander of the third howitzer battalion, shouted excitedly. He was about to wave his arms, but the soreness coming from his arms made him take a breath. For Li Shuanzi, who was born in the Northeast Army, this was not so much
The battle is more like a lesson. Although Li Shuanzi was also an artilleryman of the Northeast Army before, for Chahar, whether it is infantry or artillery, the tactical manual emphasizes that the basis for victory is first and secondly firepower.
, but what exactly is this concept of firepower? I have never had a concept. But today, after experiencing such a lesson, Li Shuanzi finally understood what "firepower superiority" is. What is the responsibility of artillery, that is, in the shortest possible time.
Fire the most accurate and intensive artillery fire to cover the enemy with metal shrapnel
"bell"
At this time, the phone indicator light suddenly lit up, and the deputy battalion commander on the side answered the phone. The deputy battalion commander was stunned. It was a call from the division headquarters.
"Sir"
The deputy battalion commander pushed Li Shuanzi, who was still excited beside him.
"It's his grandma's fault, don't hinder me from enjoying the scenery."
Li Shuanzi was obviously still immersed in the excitement of the rumbling cannons, and his words revealed the temper of the Northeastern people.
The deputy battalion commander was stunned when he was scolded.
"It's the division phone number"
"division"
This word startled Li Shuanzi, and he answered the phone in a panic.
"I'm Wang Qinglong, take the phone to the artillery position, Commander Su wants to listen to the sound of artillery."
Li Shuanzi, who took the call, didn't even have time to hear it clearly before he heard a blind tone and the call had already been switched.
"You are Commander Su"
Li Shuanzi held the phone in a daze, and asked loudly with some uncertainty. Before he finished asking, Li Shuanzi wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Look at his mouth, how the hell could he talk? The master called me, how can he still have it?
Fake.
Su Tong, who was on the other end of the phone, heard the faint sound of gunfire and was stunned for a moment.
"I am Su Tong"
"Brothers, Commander Su called us and gave us the fastest score. If we can't score, I will skin you."
Almost instantly, Su Tong heard an almost howling cry from the gunfire, and then the gunfire became louder.
divided into five
Five rounds per minute, for the artillerymen using the M1 155mm howitzer, this is an almost impossible task. Five rounds per minute, that is just a theoretical data. On weekdays, these artillerymen have the best results.
It's only four rounds per minute. But now that the artillery has been conducting high-intensity shelling for more than ten minutes, can they achieve such results?
"If the score is five, not four, I will personally award your company a medal."
Listening to the roar of the cannons on the other end of the phone, Su Tong glanced at the clock on the wall and counted the cannons in his mind. At this time, Su Tong seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the call.
Commander Su was on the other end of the phone. The artillerymen who were struggling to reload and fire were stunned for a moment. They looked towards the battalion commander and saw that he was holding the phone high at this time, as if he wanted Commander Su to hear the sound of the artillery fire.
Silence lasted for several seconds, and suddenly these young gunners, who were extremely tired, realized something. There were no words, no shouts, some just opened their arms to reload, and pulled the gun and hit "one, two, three"
When Su Tong, who was silent about the sound of artillery, heard the third salvo, one minute had passed. By the time he heard the fourth salvo, one minute and thirty seconds had passed. Obviously, they did not shoot five.
He just played a very ordinary three points.
Li Shuanzi, who had not hit a record-breaking line, turned very red at this time. When he once again put the phone to his ear and said.
"I'm sorry, sir Su"
Listening to the rumbling sound of cannons, Su Tong laughed softly. Maybe the artilleryman on the other end of the phone did not achieve the results he promised, but listening to the sound of cannons, Su Tong seemed to see those howling in the flames turning into corpses.
As a Japanese soldier, if there is any word to describe my mood at this time, maybe there is only one word, "cool"
When he heard the shameful report coming from the other end of the phone, Su Tong on the other end of the phone laughed loudly.
"Well done, you guys have worked hard. Keep beating me until I blow up the Japanese so hard that even his mother can't recognize him."