As the first shell exploded violently, huge clouds of smoke and dust rose up, and the sharp and harsh "whoosh" sound sounded in Liu Lang's ears like the grim smile of the god of death wielding a scythe.
It was just a test firing, and an idea flashed through Liu Lang's mind that made him shiver.
In the artillery group's artillery attack on the target, test firing on the target is the most accurate way to determine the effectiveness of the firing. Even in later generations, with the advent of laser ranging and artillery radar, test firing is also the artillery's purpose to improve the artillery group's artillery fire.
Precision and often used method.
After the test firing, what often follows is overwhelming artillery fire. Judging from the sound of the artillery shells rushing out of the barrel and piercing the sky, this is at least an artillery battalion with full firepower. If Liu Lang remembers correctly, according to World War II,
The establishment of the national army is that an artillery battalion has three companies, each with six cannons, for a total of 18 cannons.
When it comes to shelling, many people may first think of a certain word called "thousands of artillery fire", and think that is called shelling.
If there are really ten thousand artillery fires, then the commander who directs the artillery attack is really stupid. According to the "Artillery Tactics Tutorial" of the People's Liberation Army in later generations, the safe distance between two guns is 50 to 100 meters. In order to avoid enemy artillery fire, it is even required
It reaches 150 meters, and the depth needs to reach 300 to 450 meters. How much space is needed to place 10,000 cannons? Does it have to be placed on the enemy's position on the opposite side?
The largest artillery battle in the history of Chinese wars was the Battle of Tianjin between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. 538 cannons of the Red Army sent a full 600,000 kilograms of artillery shells to the enemy's position within an hour. As a result, the position of a reorganized division of the National Army became a piece of rubble.
The soldier casualty rate was as high as 76%, and the reorganized division with a full strength of more than 20,000 people was directly disabled by the power of the God of War.
Not to mention hundreds of cannons, just the dozen or so cannons that have been fired. Based on the radius of the killing range of a 75mm howitzer plus shock wave of 10 meters, a dozen howitzers can destroy several thousand square meters of Liu Lang's location.
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Cannons don't have the eyes to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Regardless of whether they are friendly or foes, as long as they are within the killing range, they will end up becoming scum.
Even thinking about it, Liu Lang knew that on this position that had no resistance and was basically abandoned, the defenders were only using artillery fire to maintain the dignity of their lost position and to kill and injure the enemy as much as possible.
As for whether he has any of his own people, I guess in the eyes of the commander, the only thing left is "haha".
Soldiers, in the eyes of big shots, have always been just a set of numbers. There is no exception at all times and in all countries.
There was no time to think about any more dreams, otherwise he would be dried into salted fish in the sunset together with the broken limbs.
"Wori" Liu Lang screamed strangely and rushed forward with all his strength and arms and legs.
Even though there were hundreds of aliens holding spears ahead, Liu Lang was still fearless. If he didn't rush to the crater within three seconds, he might not really have to be afraid in the future.
To be qualified to have fear, you must first live.
When Liu Lang rolled into the crater with a disgraced face, the shells screaming with death were like meteors streaking across the sky, hitting the ground hard and blooming with their final splendor.
In an instant, the ground shook and the mountains shook. Amidst the brilliant fire and smoke, the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were helplessly transformed from the army into "airborne troops". They were thrown up, then fell, and then died silently.
There was no wailing, because there was no time to wailing. In the face of the huge shock wave, the steel became fragile, let alone the tender flesh and blood.
No matter how well-trained they were, and no matter how well-trained they were, the Imperial Army of Japan, which was said to have the best individual soldier quality in the world, still looked so fragile in the face of the power of human technology, and was blown to pieces by the cannon fire.
The soldiers who were still alive dragged their ridiculously long spears and fled backwards after a round of shelling.
This place is hell for them.
"Silly, can you outrun the shells?" Liu Lang said to himself disdainfully as he bent down again and tried to hide himself deeper in the crater.
As long as the defender's commander is not a fool and observes the enemy's retreat, even if it is just for dignity, extending the artillery fire is almost inevitable.
As Liu Lang expected, two consecutive rounds of artillery fire blasted the fleeing Japanese soldiers back into the arms of Amaterasu.
Naturally, the Japanese artillery was not a vegetarian. After a short reaction time, it quickly launched a counterattack against the opponent's artillery fire. Dozens of cannons roared, and the artillery group behind Liu Lang did not know what kind of stimulation they had received.
With a desperate look, in the face of a huge disadvantage, more than a dozen cannons still roared and fired hard Japanese bullets from the sky above Liu Lang's position. You and I hit each other. The fight was quite lively.
Liu Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, laser-guided artillery shells had not been invented in this era, otherwise the crater theory he gambled on might not necessarily allow him to survive the artillery fire.
To live is to be happy.
But life is full of flavors. For most people, living actually means experiencing pain.
Liu Lang, who had escaped the bombardment, stared at his fat, white palms, feeling deep in his heart as if ten thousand bison had stampeded by them.
A piece of mud.
Wise men usually like to comfort people by saying that while God has closed a door for you, he has also opened a window for you.
Liu Lang now believes even more that God opened a back door for him to travel through and at the same time closed all the windows.
The miserable Liu Lang no longer has the steel-reinforced bones that he used to be able to train into ten, and he no longer has a set of digital personal equipment worth more than 100,000 US dollars. Anyway, there is nothing Liu Lang can think of.
All he has is a fat body weighing over 200 kilograms, a woolen major national army uniform, plus...
A soul from seventy years later.
Even if I'm blown to pieces, why don't you just give me the parallel-imported rocket launcher I'm holding!
There is no plug-in, so what about the legendary gun for school-level officers? This should be available! Liu Lang felt all over his body and couldn't even find a razor except fat or fat, and he pulled at his chubby face.
Want to cry but no tears.
No wonder this unarmed major, especially such a fat major, has been taken over by him. On such a battlefield, the chance of survival is really low.
Worse than a pig.
After all, the pig still has four legs. If one is injured, he still has three legs!
Liu Lang looked at the huge wound on his thigh and smiled bitterly.