The golden metal shells were pushed into the barrel with a clang, and Yang Ling pulled off the firing rope. With a bang, the high-explosive bombs roared out with a dazzling stream of light, and hit the landlord's compound where the Japanese were guarding.
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The trajectory of the artillery shells was brilliant and beautiful in the dark night, but the Japanese soldiers had no time to appreciate its charm. They burrowed into the darkness like panicked rabbits and hid in the corners of the wall, roaring and flopping one after another.
Rumble - the ground trembled, and the shells hit the brick and stone courtyard wall without any bias. The solid courtyard wall that could not be hit by bullets was like paper, and holes were broken in an instant.
Broken bricks rose into the sky along with smoke and dust, and flames swept through the huge smoke. Several Japanese riflemen nearby were like kites with broken strings. Their bodies flew out involuntarily in strange twisted postures, with a loud clatter.
The nest collapsed, and the wooden windows of one house also had holes...
"Hidden! Hidden!"
The shrill roars of the Japanese officers resounded through the gunpowder smoke. Nothing could be seen and only the sound could be heard, but soon the sound was drowned in the din of exploding shells.
Major Shotaro Higashi looked at the panic-stricken deployment in the yard. His facial muscles twitched and trembled violently. His face turned blue and white. A mouthful of blood popped out from his mouth, and he broke his teeth.
So shameless! So hateful! This is the inner thought of Major Higashi Shotaro at this moment. The Type 92 infantry cannon is the sharp weapon of their imperial army and the backbone of their arrogance and majesty. When encountering an unassailable position and powerful firepower,
, a few cannons would blast it to nothing, but now this infantry artillery has become a weapon used by the Chinese army to massacre them. How could he not hate it!
"Sir! Let's break out!"
The lieutenant, with his arm hanging around his neck, walked through the smoke, stumbled up the steps, and shouted loudly to Shotaro Higashi, who stood like a log at the door of the hall.
Major Shotaro Higashi woke up from a dream, looking at the messy battlefield, his eyes fell on the anxious lieutenant, and he regained his composure.
"Tell Captain Iketo to move the heavy machine guns back and deploy the light machine guns into the gap. The Chinese Army does not have many artillery shells, so there is no need to panic!"
The calm voice of Major Shotaro Higashi was like a centering needle, which suddenly made the Japanese Lieutenant no longer afraid or panicked. This was an invisible force. He was so impressed by the commander's calm temperament that he even forgot that he was on the battlefield at this moment.
"Hai!" Lieutenant Japanese's voice was loud, as if victory was just around the corner.
Just as he turned around to leave, Fang remembered that the squadron leader, Captain Iketo, had been shattered by the explosion of the shell just now, and hurriedly added: "Sir, Commander Iketo has been shattered..."
Major Shotaro Azuma was as cold as ever, without any hesitation, and pointed his big hand at the Japanese lieutenant: "From now on, you take over the peripheral command!"
"I?"
A huge surprise enveloped the Japanese lieutenant. He took the position of squadron leader with the rank of lieutenant. Although his qualifications were lower than those of the other lieutenants, as long as he performed well in this battle, he might not be unable to become a full-time officer. This was an opportunity!
"Hai!" Before Azumasho Taro could speak, the Japanese Lieutenant couldn't wait to express himself. He didn't even bow, but turned around and disappeared into the smoke.
The brick and tile structure of the landlord's compound is extremely strong compared to ordinary bullets. The bullets will only splash out a string of sparks and chip away some loose soil, which is no different from scratching an itch.
The courtyard wall made of masonry faced 70mm high-explosive shells, and the distance was so close that there was no need to shoot in a deflected direction. Instead, it was aimed directly. The shells blasted dark holes one after another in the courtyard wall like a ravage, and the courtyard was filled with thick gunpowder smoke.
The flames kept rising.
The Japanese soldiers no longer dared to stay on the courtyard wall. Facing the deadly shells, they were living targets on the courtyard wall. No one wanted to die. They hurriedly hid in the room and behind the obstacles, as embarrassed as a rat crossing the street.
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The defeated soldiers were laughing, standing behind the barricade, holding their arms behind the broken wall, laughing with schadenfreude. They were like spectators watching the sturdy landlord's compound collapse and be razed to the ground during the bombardment. Their hearts had never been the same.
It feels so comfortable, even happier than eating meat during the Chinese New Year.
The barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun mounted on the street was so hot that Yang Ling's ears were buzzing. It was like an automatic machine repeating its movements. He liked this feeling and didn't even bother to look at the collapsed courtyard wall.
, he continued to blast.
The defeated soldiers watched the fun with gloating. They also liked this feeling. They liked to watch the Japanese screamed when they were bombarded, and they liked to watch the sound of the courtyard wall collapsing. The sound was like a magic sound, which made people feel sad.
They lingered endlessly.
In this rumbling battlefield, perhaps the only calm person was the company commander Wu Jiang. He leaned against the cold earth wall with a blood-stained cigarette in his mouth, smoking it and looking at Liu Yidao.
He kicked the empty ammunition box away and opened another box, remaining silent.
Wu Jiang was a man who had endured hardships. Poverty made him plan carefully no matter what he did, saving bullets and food, and he was reluctant to change even a military uniform until it turned white after washing.
But now he saw Yang Ling wasting boxes of shells like a prodigal, but he couldn't bring himself to stop them. They belonged to the Japanese soldiers anyway, and they couldn't take them away, so why not blast them all out? He felt that the Japanese should have a taste of the shells.
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"Load!" The shells blasted the wooden door of the landlord's compound into pieces. Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction and looked at the left half of the wall that was riddled with holes.
"No more -" Liu Yidao helplessly spread his hands towards Yang Ling.
"I said reload!" Yang Ling's ears were buzzing and he didn't hear Liu Yidao's words and continued to repeat.
Liu Yidao grabbed the empty box and came closer and shouted: "It's all gone, there's nothing left!"
Seeing the empty ammunition box, and then looking back at the collapsed courtyard wall filled with smoke, Yang Ling was suddenly filled with a sense of loss. Is this the end? He wasn't satisfied yet.
"Old Wu, Qin Shou, you lead an assault!" Yang Ling quickly re-entered the state, no longer an artilleryman, but an army commander.
Wu Jiang stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it on the ground and stepped into the soil with his feet. He grabbed the 38 rifle leaning against the wall and stood up from behind the broken wall.
"One row of gaps, two rows of gates, three rows of right sides!"
"Machine gun cover!"
The defeated soldiers leaned out from their hiding places and rushed along the wall with their guns towards the landlord's compound where the smoke had not yet cleared.
Wu Jiang and the others moved forward under cover, and soon they reached the wall of the landlord's compound. It was dark inside, filled with gunpowder smoke, and nothing could be seen.
"There's no movement here. I'm afraid all the little Japs are dead, right?" A squad leader looked inside and muttered in a low voice.
"Throw two grenades to explore the path -" Wu Jiang hid behind the broken wall, stretched out his hand to remove the grenade hanging on his body, and as he spoke, he raised the smoking grenade in.
Boom, boom - the explosion resounded in the yard, shaking the crumbling and fragile walls that could no longer hold up and collapsed. The agitated smoke and dust flew around, and Wujiang and the others were covered in dust.
"superior!"
There was a deathly darkness in the yard, and there was no response even after throwing a grenade. After a few seconds, Wu Jiang Si Lin decisively ordered an assault.
Several defeated soldiers grabbed their guns, stood up suddenly, and rushed in along the gap created without hesitation.
Ta da da - da da da -
Puff puff - blood spattered everywhere, and a few defeated soldiers just rushed to the gap, when suddenly shots were fired in the yard, and they fell into the yard wailing.