But Zeng Shui had no extra time to pay attention to the river surface. He lay down in the shell-proof hole he had dug with all his efforts and reported softly into the wireless intercom: "Coordinates 6071, the Japanese infantry strength is about 800!"
He doesn't have much time. If the battlefield is filled with incoming artillery fire, the wireless communication device will be seriously interfered. After reporting the position, all he has to do in the remaining time is to hide himself.
Hide well, don't be blown away by your own cannons.
There are at least 16 special forces soldiers like Zeng Shui on this battlefield, some of whom infiltrated newly tonight, and some who went into hiding two or three days ago.
Hisao Tani never dreamed that Liu Lang would not only launch a counterattack against his Sixth Division on the night he just arrived, but that the artillery unit that had set eyes on him a few days ago would lead him to become an important weapon.
The position of the team is clearly displayed on Liu Lang's map, including all of his troop deployments tonight. Before the Chinese army's assault, they were all shown in the military orders of the commanders of each department.
And, on the artillery coordinate map of Zhao Ergou, the artillery battalion of the Independent Regiment, the entire plain outside Songjiang City, which is 6 kilometers long and 6 kilometers wide, has long been gridded. From the Japanese artillery to the infantry positions, everything is within this grid.
Of course, Hisao Tani did not fall asleep. He was alarmed by the faint sound of explosions coming from the Huangpu River in the distance. He strode out of the headquarters, frowned and looked in the direction of the Huangpu River, feeling fear for no reason in his heart.
"What happened on the Huangpu River? Send someone to investigate!" This was also the last order given by the Japanese Army Lieutenant General in his life.
The lights that were quickly lit at the headquarters of the Sixth Division clearly illuminated Hisao Tani's figure, especially the Lieutenant General's gold star on his collar badge, which was even more shining brightly.
The goal, at this moment, couldn't be more obvious.
Six hundred meters away, in a cotton field, a soldier who was almost integrated with the land and weeds suddenly pulled the trigger. His gun had been pointing in this direction for four hours, and finally he was
Waited for this opportunity.
The first sniper of the independent regiment lay in wait on the battlefield for four days and nights and fired the first bullet.
"Mo Mao Mao's gun fires perfectly! He is more talented as a sniper than me." This is Liu Lang's evaluation of Mo Mao Mao.
Mo Mao Mao did not let Liu Lang down. After firing one shot, he took off his camouflage clothes without even looking at the scope. He dragged the gun and shouted to one side, "Big Chen, get out!"
The two men ran along the cotton field toward the bunker they dug 400 meters away, not because they were afraid that the Japanese army would send pursuers to hunt them down, but because their own artillery shells would soon come to this area. The Japanese had never experienced this.
The "Storm" rocket launcher is very powerful, but they have seen that it is a ground-washing attack, and not a single blade of grass grows within the range of the artillery fire.
If you don't hide in a bunker, even if it says "I am a member of the Independent Regiment" written on your forehead, you will be blown to ashes.
Their worries were right. In fact, they had only seen the power of a "Storm" rocket launcher and were already frightened. However, when the Independence Regiment and the Guard Regiment totaled four rocket launcher companies and 24 rocket launchers, they began to fire salvos.
, that feeling of destruction, even if many years later they saw the more terrifying artillery drills under the red army's artillery policy, they didn't think it was anything special.
In fact, the bombardment of the Songjiang battle left such a profound impression on them that they will never forget it in their lifetime.
It was also the first time that rocket launchers were used in actual combat on this planet. From the Chinese artillery, which was 7 kilometers away from the battlefield, they could not see the effect of the shelling. They could only see one rocket after another scrambling for the first place.
It emerged from the barrel, with a brilliant tail flame that messed up the dark night sky.
Even the bright stars in the sky looked dim under the bright tail flame.
In Songjiang City, Yang Silang, who was half asleep with his eyes half closed, was suddenly shaken awake by Heipi.
"Shanzi, look, what is that?"
Although he has changed his name back, Heipi is still used to calling him by his original name.
Looking up at the night sky, Yang Silang was completely stunned by the brilliant fireworks all over the sky.
"The broom star has descended to earth!" Yang Silang could only use ancient rumors to explain the scene before him.
In fact, even a meteor shower is not enough to describe the extremely spectacular scene at this time. The 24 rocket launchers all have 12 tubes. One salvo fire is 288 rockets. Because the flight dynamics are different from conventional artillery shells, the flight speed of the rockets
It's not as fast as expected. It takes almost 30 seconds from launch to hitting the target area.
Therefore, the Chinese and Japanese armies were fortunate enough to see this wonderful scene.
The stars in the sky are all dim, only the fireworks are bright.
What followed was the rumbling explosion of the rocket hitting the sky, and the light of the fire that shot into the sky. Even though they were thousands of meters away, the faces of Yang Xiaoshan and a group of stunned soldiers hiding in the ruins were reflected red.
"This is......"
"This is our army's artillery shell!"
"Reinforcements, have they arrived?"
"Is this a counterattack?"
The soldiers' faces were red, but their eyes couldn't help but blush.
Are you excited because of the artillery fire from our own counterattack? No, it's because of nostalgia! How many brothers did not last until this moment when they saw the dawn of victory!
"You son of a bitch, Liu Lang! He really has heavy artillery!" Standing in the military headquarters building that had been crumbled by artillery fire, the Army Lieutenant General looked up at the night sky, also speechless.
"Order! The whole army is assembled. Regardless of cooks or grooms, as long as you are still a soldier, you will go to the battlefield with me. No matter whether you are lightly or seriously injured, as long as you can still hold a gun, walk or carry a handle, you will go to the battlefield with me.
Regardless of the four cities in the east, west, north, and south, wherever there are Japanese troops, I will kill them there. Bugler, blow the charge horn for me!" After the rumble of explosions, the Army Lieutenant General's eyes turned red.
An order to mobilize the entire army was issued.
The nearly 5,000 remnants of the entire 43rd Army crawled out of the ruins. Under the roar of artillery and the charge trumpet blown by their commander himself, they launched a final attack on all the Japanese troops in the city.
Five kilometers away from the Japanese position, all the convoys of the independent regiment have been assembled. They will serve as the arrowhead of the entire army to launch an assault on the Japanese position.
This is also the first armored assault in the land of the East that is not an armored cluster. Their "armored cluster" is extremely crude compared to the huge armor torrent of the Third Reich that will spread across the continent in the future. Most of them are just made of
Made of cars reinforced with steel plates.
But in terms of his fighting spirit, he is unparalleled in the world!
As the arrow in the arrow, Liu Lang stood on a tank and said only one sentence, "Follow me, the whole army, move forward!"
From then on, the soldiers of the independent regiment, no matter what level of officers they were, only said one sentence when fighting: "Follow me, the whole army, move forward!"
With such a superior, why should we fear death?
And when Liu Lang looked back, he saw thousands of soldiers following him without hesitation and marching resolutely towards the battlefield. Why didn't he think that with such soldiers, what's the point of fearing death?
Serving the country and the people, they are just wrapped in horse leather! This is the most true proof that the soldiers of this era have given their actions to their oaths.
After the torrent of "armor", there are more than 20,000 people in the two infantry divisions of the 67th Army. Like the 43rd Army, from generals to soldiers, whether cooks or grooms, all carry guns, wear red ribbons around their necks, and tie their arms with
The white towel is a symbol of identifying friend and foe in the starlight.
It is also the symbol of a fight to the death.
If you don't succeed in this battle, you will be benevolent.
If you really have to sacrifice, then sacrifice it on the battlefield charging forward.
Even if I fall, I must move forward, and my lips must kiss the land of my motherland.