In the medium-sized village, the flames of war raged.
Anshui Keita pulled her old face and was so angry that she wanted to curse. Ever since she entered China, all the warlords, including the Republic of China government, were respectful to the Empire.
An Shuihui wanted to vomit blood from the huge psychological gap. What was even more terrifying was the firepower of the enemy. How could they think of fighting? They were clearly using money to burn.
Even the 30,000 Jin soldiers were unable to react in time, let alone the Japanese soldiers.
The major pulled out all kinds of cannons and stood at a safe distance. There was only one word from his mouth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless shells rained down following the young man's orders. Even the soldiers, including the artillery, were frightened. They could only mutter to themselves,
Gong Wan was one of them. After training day after day, he was finally able to go to the battlefield and realize his great ambition.
Other than his initial unfamiliarity, Gong Wan was now able to put the cannonball into the muzzle with his eyes closed. The reason was that practice made perfect.
Gong Wan, who had always imagined that one day he would be able to make a name for himself on the battlefield, felt like vomiting when he saw the cannonballs. He couldn't remember how many cannonballs he had put in, and his arms were already sore.
Fortunately, after another half an hour, the continuous bombardment finally stopped. Gong Wan rubbed his numb arm and smiled bitterly.
"Kill! Charge!"
Li Yunlong took the lead and led the soldiers of the Independent Regiment to charge forward. The infantry of the Jin Army followed closely behind him. They were originally still worried, but now they also tilted their heads and cursed,
Then, he carried his rifle and followed the Independent Regiment to charge. When they really reached the front line of the Japanese pirates, the soldiers were all dumbfounded.
Was this a f * cking charge? They were simply here to collect corpses!
This was probably what most of the infantrymen were thinking. After their Young Marshal's bombardment, the number of Japanese soldiers who could survive could be counted on one hand. Even if there were one or two soldiers who were not completely dead, they were easily taken care of by the brothers of the Independent Regiment.
This also made those new recruits who were fantasizing about fighting bravely turn red.
What was there to fight for? If they were slow, they wouldn't even be able to get military merits.
Thus, the infantrymen looked at each other and marched towards the enemy's second position.
Kita Yasumi paced back and forth in the temporary command center, her heart almost in her throat. The chief of staff scrambled into the command center, but he brought bad news.
"Commander! Our frontline has been breached!"
"Baka Yalu! What are you panicking about? What was going on? Tell me!"
The chief of staff covered his flushed face and reported the situation on the battlefield in detail.
A sharp intake of breath sounded in the command center. The chief of staff saw that Anshui Keita had lost her composure and screamed repeatedly,
Half an hour later, the chief of staff covered his face, which had been slapped again. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Except for Li Yunlong, all the generals of Jin looked strange.
Logically speaking, they should be happy that their own army had such equipment. However, the generals in the command center all had bitter expressions on their faces.
This was what he had learned in his life. He had not even shown his skills on the battlefield before he was strangled to death by this young man in front of him. Yan Zhiguo did not have any tactics to speak of when he fought. After the bombardment, the infantry would clean up.
Even the chief of staff was a little worried. He comforted her,
"Major, this is not appropriate. Our army probably can't afford to be exhausted like this a few times!”
Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning behind his words was that he wanted the Young Marshal to stop squandering like this.
Yan Zhiguo waved his hand dismissively, looking like a hoodlum who said,
With the major's promise, both the artillery and infantry were relieved.
The artillery could not wait to end this as soon as possible so that they could rest for a moment. The artillery shells in their hands immediately poured down without any regard for their lives.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching the system's prodigal judgment! Obtained system reward!
The system's reward notifications were like firecrackers that kept exploding.
Not only were there all kinds of weapons and equipment, but there were also designs and blueprints.
As Yan Zhiguo laughed, the 30,000 soldiers of Jin broke through the two infantry regiments of the 6th division in less than half a day and attacked Qi Nan City.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。