"Pass this down and tell the Japanese to wake up."
He made a gesture to his subordinates.
At this moment, Hu Yang and his scouts were less than 500 meters away from the Japanese position, and he could not go any further. He knew that today was the day when Zhang Sixing reported the artillery coordinates to him during his reconnaissance.
What made him a little depressed was that the artillery company of the 264th Brigade of the 88th Division couldn't even understand the map and coordinate system, let alone make quick calculations based on the operations on the map, and then conduct indirect fire.
In 1937, the common method of artillery combat was direct sight shooting. This was also the fundamental reason why the Japanese army could never defeat the Japanese army in artillery battles.
Of course we won the war of resistance, but half of the 35 million casualties in the world were paid for falling behind. The other half were led by the Chairman of the Generalissimo, who ate empty wages, valued favors, and were Machiavellian.
You pay for the stupidity of people's behavior in the world.
In vain do you know what shame is for being a descendant of the Four Ancient Invention Countries?
Hu Yang, who had been taught by Zhang Sixing's words and deeds, was helpless. He even had no choice but to leave one of his platoon leaders with the artillery of the 264th Brigade to interpret the coordinates for them.
As for the soldiers in the paratrooper school, each soldier must be able to independently guide artillery coordinates. This is a basic requirement for being selected into an elite unit such as a guard company.
The correspondent who received the coordinates from Hu Yang reported the coordinates to the platoon leader staying behind in the artillery department through the walkie-talkie, who then calculated the shooting elements and then informed the four lines of artillery of the 26th Brigade.
After the interpretation of the artillery bombardment was completed, Hu Yang's men who stayed on the artillery position were depressed to find that there was no sound of artillery firing.
"What are you doing? Shoot quickly. The troops in front are waiting for you. What are you going to do?"
"Why are you making such a fuss? Are you responsible for exposing your target? You can't see anything in the dark. Can you be responsible for hitting one of your own?"
The commander of the artillery company obviously didn't know anything. Although he was ordered by Brigadier Gao Zhisong to support the paratrooper school in the battle, what would he do if his own people were actually hit by this nonsense.
"I'm in charge. If you don't fire, we people from the Parachute School..."
"Hey, you little bastard, who do you call me? You don't deserve it even if you don't even have hair. You local warlords don't know how to fight, you just know how to cause trouble. This dark sky is going to explode.
What should I do with my own people?”
There is no way this is a chain of discrimination in the anti-Japanese army.
The platoon leader of the reconnaissance company who was left behind became angry. He put his hands on his waist and asked with wide eyes:
"You can't fire."
"If you don't fire, what's going on? How dare you, a little platoon leader, to start a fight with me?"
The commander of the artillery company stared, and continued to raise his voice to suppress the small platoon leader in front of him, no longer caring whether the target might be exposed. He was just a little unconvinced. Why should the people of the paratrooper battalion of the artillery company have the final say? And they
I don’t know if this is one-third of an acre of land owned by the Central Army.
The expression on the face of the little platoon leader from the Umbrella School changed. He put down his hand on his waist angrily and muttered,
"You, Brigadier Gao, have made an agreement with our principal. If you don't want to fire, we won't fire."
Seeing that the people from the parachute school were suppressed, the artillery company commander came closer and sneered,
"Besides, the brigade commander only said that he would provide fire support to the reconnaissance team of the Parachute School. Whether the support is sufficient or not depends on the situation. This kind of support will not be provided in the dark."
But the moment he came closer, the platoon leader of the Parachute School put his hand on the left chest. The BT Tiger dagger of the Parachute School was uniformly installed on the left side of the chest, with the handle facing down.
With a "swish" sound, he pulled out the dagger, and then with both feet exerting force, the man rushed in like a monkey and pounced directly on the chest of the artillery company commander.
The next moment, the artillery company commander who was knocked down had the cold blade of a bt tiger pressed against his neck.
"If you don't fire the cannon, I'll cut off your head."
With a crash, the nearby artillerymen raised their guns and pulled the bolts one after another.
"The order is given. Fire the artillery. Don't keep me waiting, sir. When you finish firing the artillery, I will go to the Military Justice Office with you."
Feeling the cold blade on his neck, the artillery commander instantly softened and no longer had the aura he had just before. His lips trembled,
"Fire, fire according to his coordinates."
After hearing the instructions from the artillery company commander, the people from the artillery company hurriedly went out to convey the order, and then the sound of artillery firing sounded.
"That's right, the cannons of your artillery company were all taken by the principal from the Japanese."
As the two artillery batteries of Yuhuatai opened fire, Hu Yang, who had been waiting a little impatiently, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and waved, and led his men to approach the chaotic Japanese position that was harassed by artillery fire.
Just as Hu Yang led his men to approach the Japanese position, Lao Yandai and his men began to prepare the gasoline barrel cannon and its ammunition. The soldiers in charge quickly ran towards it with the roar of artillery fire, carrying the gasoline barrel cannon.
Behind them were soldiers carrying loaders carrying gasoline barrels and ammunition, and they were running towards each other. They didn't know how long the 264th Brigade's bombardment would last, so even though everyone was out of breath as they ran, no one dared to slow down.
The entire team is like a sophisticated machine. If one link fails, it will inevitably affect the effect of the entire battle.
At the same time, more soldiers from the logistics battalion were laying mines on the only way for the Japanese army to launch an attack tomorrow. Of course, Principal Zhang's favorite was the "Cripple Maker".
This kind of mine is very particular in field battles. Two sharpened wooden sticks are nailed into the ground, and then the helmet mine is arranged, and then the trip string is extended all the way out, and then a wooden nail is nailed, and then the thunder string is turned horizontally.
Such a helmet mine can seal off a large area, and the mine detector is useless.
At the same time, on Niushou Mountain, Lu Feizhou also spread the news about Zhang Sixing throughout the tunnel through the "bamboo tube phone" to stabilize the morale of the troops.
As for Zhang Sixing, he is quite free at this time.
The last surprise attack on the Japanese Sixth Division was a test for Lu Feizhou. This attack on the 114th Division was a test of Populus euphratica's commanding ability. The teaching materials were all compiled in Germany, and those who learn well will be future commanders.
"Take out the sling and wait until the gasoline cannon goes off before throwing it."
In such a night attack, there is no better weapon than a silent grenade.
As the firing of the two artillery batteries that told the Japanese to "get up" ended, several loud sounds suddenly came from outside the military camp of the 114th Regiment. The "surging" sound of firing was dull and thick.
"A crazy one-headed bomb... a crazy one-headed bomb..."
The shrill, ghostly cry immediately resonated with many people, who started screaming together.
Hehe, the one thrown from the gasoline cannon this time was really not a single-headed bullet.
The earthen porcelain grenades sprayed into the air did not break. They scattered in the sky like a goddess scattering flowers. Then, under the attraction of the earth, they fell in a free fall.
At this time, the hemp rope originally used as a buffer at the rear of the projectile spread out and turned into a directional "horsetail", causing the clay-porcelain grenade fuses to rush down.
Nails, old cartridge cases and gunpowder have become the simplest ignition device.
What's even better is that it didn't rain tonight. The Japanese troops in the position in front of them are really lucky.