In the Japanese's Huaxia garrison.
Explosions, cries, cries for help, and the roars of the officers gathering the troops had long been connected.
No matter how hard-hearted a person was, it was inevitable that they would lose some color in such a scene.
Even under the night sky, those who could personally witness all of this knew that this scene was too tragic.
Hundreds of people had died there, and even more people had their limbs broken. They were calling for help and running around in panic.
At this time, death was the greatest threat. They were not facing the enemy, but a cannonball that fell from the sky at some unknown time.
Under such circumstances, even a normal person could be scared out of their wits, let alone the soldiers who were determined to fight.
The Japanese were lying on the ground, facing the artillery fire that fell from the sky.
There were also some who were not afraid of death or were scared out of their wits. They rushed out of the starting position and picked up a crooked machine gun to shoot at who knew where.
Then, in a few seconds, he was taken away by a cannonball…Leaving a few pieces of intestines in place or something
War was cruel to begin with, with no distinction between friend and foe.
In Ichiki Kiyoshi's opinion, war was a battle where the brave would win.
Under the night sky, it was difficult to calculate the losses of the 1st squadron. However, they basically had no ability to attack.
This time, they didn't gather in the same place. Instead, they were given a simple lecture by the squad leader or even the sergeant. Then, they formed a line and prepared to charge.
After the attack just now, the artillery fire had already disappeared. On the artillery positions, most of the people who deserved to die had died. Those who were not dead did not dare to fire even if they were killed.
The opponent's firepower was too fierce!
If a 105mm cannon could only fire a few rounds per minute, then Miss 75's firing speed was absolutely shocking, even after a long time had passed since the battle.
It could fire more than 15 cannons in a minute. It would be easy to plow a few hundred square meters of land.
Lugou Bridge was not far away, and Wanping City was also very close. However, to Ichiki Kiyoshi, it was like a thousand miles away.
In front of them, before the sound of gunfire could be heard, there was already the rumble of artillery fire.
He had a bad feeling in his heart
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Wanping City wasn't big to begin with, so there wasn't much space outside the city.
Taking into account the location of the Yongding River and the Chinese soldiers, the shells would only land on the Japanese soldiers.
Old Zhao clearly remembered Commander Chen's order.
If one of his own artillery shells landed in Wanping City, he would bring his head to see him.
Therefore, when planning the shooting range, Wanping City was a restricted area in the artillery position. They could not afford to offend it.
It was not easy to explain how many cannonballs there were in terms of quantity.
The main reason was that the cannons in Chen Li's army were completely different.
Using the base number as a unit of measurement, the most common way to describe it was a base number, which was the maximum amount of ammunition that could be brought along during a march.
For example, the 92 Infantry Cannon, 120 rounds was a base number. This was based on the logistics support of the pack horse unit.
As for the larger caliber cannons, there were specialized logistics troops responsible for the transportation of ammunition. For cannons over 150mm, the shells weighed dozens of kilograms. It was impossible to rely on soldiers to carry them.
In other troops, it was very easy to calculate the number of bombs on the equipment and then deploy fire support during the battle. This was a necessary skill for the commanders of the artillery battalion and the artillery regiment.
However, Chen Li's troops were very special. There were no professional commanders at all. Moreover, in this battle, there was almost no demand for logistics.
Chen Li's principle was to round it up. It was something that could be done with 1,000 resource points. He would never spend 900 just to save some money.
It was always better to have more ammunition. For example, for the 75-caliber cannon, one resource point could be exchanged for three rounds. If 100 resource points were 300 rounds, then he would exchange for 300 rounds. There was no need to consider the problem of transportation.
If they did a good job, Wanping would be defended, and there would be no problem. If they did not do a good job, there would be no place to farm resource points. It was useless to think too much.
As a result, Chen Li was willing to spend money. As a result, there seemed to be a lot of ammunition on the artillery position.
It was two to three times more than the normal number of troops. In Old Zhao's eyes, it was just a number.
Old Zhao was right. Which troop would be so free to prepare a few ammo and run away?
Therefore, this was a basic amount of ammunition. Although he didn't know how Commander Chen would transport these things.
Sometimes, illiterates were scary because they couldn't count and were unreasonable.
With such a large number of artillery shells, it was naturally impossible to use them to bombard one place. Otherwise, even if Chen Li did not say it, Old Zhao would feel guilty in his heart.
Then, with such a large number of shells, other than hitting the Japanese artillery positions, they also had to hit some places where the Japanese might be hiding to kill them as much as possible.
Therefore, the muzzles of the five cannons began to move. All the places suspected of having Japanese soldiers were plowed with shells. No one could see the results, but everyone was very happy.
Anyway, the cannonball was fired.
The only exception was the 88mm anti-aircraft gun. He would not fire unless there was an obvious target. After all, he was on the top of the mountain.
The enemy could directly observe the flames of his cannon.
However, the distance of one kilometer from the main camp caused it to take a little longer to receive orders…A messenger was not a god. Running required time.
Five cannons of different sizes and calibers were firing randomly. This was the first time such a situation had happened on the Chinese battlefield.
Old Zhao was a little greedy. He could use five cannons at the same time, but he had more than ten cannons at this range.
The firing parameters were all adjusted in advance. With a single command, the artillery could switch positions and interrupt their firing.
Tired was a must!
In Old Zhao's opinion, no matter how tiring a battle was, it was better than death.
As for what to do after this battle, with so many cannons?
Chen Li did not consider it, and neither did Old Zhao.
This created a situation where the artillery fire outside Wanping City never stopped.
It wasn't the kind of back-to-back attack like the Great Wall War, but a one-sided bombing of the Japanese.
Not only had the Chinese troops never seen such a scene, but the Japanese had also never seen it before.
As a result, Ji Changwen's troops, who had been waiting for the Japanese infantry to attack, waited from five in the morning until dawn, but did not see a single Japanese attack.
The attack troops organized by the Japanese were all blown up, and there was no way to carry out an orderly attack.
The devils that appeared in China at this time were indeed well-trained and brave, but it did not mean that they were fools.
They couldn't even form a decent formation. If they had to attack under the sky full of artillery fire, they would simply be sent to target practice.
Ichiki hid in the cannon hole, not knowing what to do.
He had never heard of any Chinese army having so much ammunition that they could bombard the place in such an environment.
Yes, this situation could only be described as a chaotic bombardment.
No matter what kind of cannon it was, after firing for a long time, the firing speed had to be reduced. Otherwise, problems such as the chamber exploding would occur.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, it was impossible for there to be a few hours of non-stop bombardment.
However, this was exactly the situation that Ichiki Kiyoshi was facing.
He had already sent out the message requesting tactical guidance several times, but the response he received was not of any help.
It wasn't that the headquarters or the garrison had betrayed the 3rd Battalion, but that the command centers were in chaos.
The Chinese troops were a little out of the ordinary!
According to tradition, shouldn't they send people to make peace?
Shouldn't they use their troops to resist tenaciously and then defend their positions before sending people out to negotiate?
What the hell was the meaning of sending out regiments and even regimental level cannons to bombard the area?
This was a popular science.
The organization of the Japanese troops was actually modeled after the Willpower Nation of the First World War.
The troops of Huaxia, whether they were German Machinists or ordinary troops, were also under the guidance of the Will Nation.
From another perspective, it was not an exaggeration to say that the two disciples of the Will Nation were fighting in China.
The Japanese army had about 1,000 people. No matter how much they were strengthened, they could not exceed 1,500 people.
The Chinese army had three companies in each battalion. Including the battalion headquarters, there were about six to seven hundred people. A regiment had about three thousand people, which was almost equivalent to a regiment of the Japanese.
A division was equivalent to a division of the Japanese. At the start of the war, the Japanese had four regiments, namely infantry, artillery, cavalry, and engineering.
To put it bluntly, a division had more than twenty thousand people.
China's German Machinists were also equivalent to 20,000 people. It could be said that they could compete with the Japanese's division.
However, in this era, the phenomenon of the Chinese troops eating empty pay was different from the political situation in previous years. It was also common for government officials to eat and drink with public funds.
In other words, a battalion might have three to five hundred people, or even a few dozen people.
After the 918 incident, it was normal for a 3,000 - 5,000-man division to be sent to the battlefield.
Therefore, the General Staff of the Wei Nation generally believed that a division of the Chinese army was equivalent to a battalion of their own.
With this judgment, a brigade was more than enough to attack Lugouqiao and Wanping County.
However, after a few hours of non-stop firing, all the staff officers were dumbfounded.
The intelligence department had already investigated the defenses of Beijing and Tianjin to the extreme. Even a small bunker could be drawn on the attack map.
However, such a powerful and strange artillery had never entered their sights. In the command center of the garrison, many senior officials were clamoring to send the people of the Intelligence Bureau to the military court.
The reason why this artillery unit was strange was because their firepower was very uneven. Sometimes, the power of the explosion could be as strong as a 105 caliber heavy artillery, and sometimes, it was not much stronger than a 92-caliber infantry cannon…
No one could guess which country produced this cannon and how it came to China. The only thing they knew was the female reporter Lucy who suddenly appeared some time ago.
She was selling the Empire's newly equipped Type 92 Infantry Cannon in a place like the Devil's City, and she was also selling standard weapons in Wanping City. This had greatly damaged the Empire's interests.
The advisors all felt that this was the only channel that allowed Song Zheyuan's troops to obtain such powerful firepower.
"After daybreak, send out the fighter jets to find the artillery of the Chinese army and destroy them in one go!”
The Japanese major general who had not slept all night gave the order.
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Old Zhao, who was on the hillside, knew almost nothing about the outside world.
He just had to carry out Commander Chen's orders. He didn't have much time to explain to him.
Giving him dozens of cannons without saying anything was already a form of trust.
The only thing he could think of was to shoot the shells out and hit the Japanese's position.
From the moment he fired the cannon, his throat was already about to burst from shouting.
However, he felt a different kind of pleasure in his heart.
They had been suppressed by the Japanese for too many years. When they thought about the artillery fire landing on the Japanese, they felt a sense of satisfaction in their hearts.
As for how many shells were fired, Young Master Chen didn't care anyway, so he naturally didn't care…
Old Zhao was thinking about what to do after daybreak.
Even if the Japanese planes were not at war, they would often fly over here. Although they did not know what they saw in the sky, they could not hide much from such an artillery position even if they were disguised.
Especially that 88mm anti-aircraft cannon of the Will Nation. It could have been used as an anti-air cannon, but after a night of attacks, it was impossible for it to not be exposed.
It could be said that apart from the small cannons such as the 92 Infantry Cannon and the 75 Rapid Cannon that could be easily moved, the rest of the cannons basically could not be moved.
A cannon that had filled half of Old Zhao's heart with ammunition had to be hidden in theory.
Due to the communication conditions, Old Zhao could not ask Chen Li for instructions. Therefore, he made some arrangements.
After a night of hard work, the artillery had another mission: Cut down trees and cover the cannons with branches.
Old Zhao wasn't sure if such protection would work, but he had to face the situation.
After this order was given, the gunfire finally slowed down. In fact, there was no place to blow up.
Wanping City was not big to begin with, and there was only so much space outside the city. Everything that could be blown up had been plowed with artillery shells, so there would be no results even if they blew it up again.
The only thing that made Old Zhao's heart ache was the 88mm anti-aircraft gun.
As a direct target, it had already exposed its position. Moreover, there was no way to move it now.
Dozens of people had to carry it to that position. To get it down, it would require a lot of manpower, and now, that was what they lacked.
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