Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
What responded to Takeuchi Renzo was a fierce bombardment and countless heavy machine guns. The Japanese at the front line were suppressed by the sudden bombardment and heavy machine guns.
At the position of the Special Agent Battalion, Li Fugui, the deputy of the Machine Gun Company who temporarily took over the command, had red eyes and blood boiling. Like his brothers who stayed at the position, he witnessed with his own eyes the new battalion commander leading a guard platoon to kill the Japanese who were several times his size. He could not help but feel excited and excited.
"Motherf * cker, this battle is too exciting, too exciting. Machine Gunners, don't save your bullets for me. Fight fiercely for me. No matter what, we can't let the Japanese on the other side show themselves.”
Li Fugui punched the sandbag at the front of the trench. He was very excited. The shadow of successive defeats a few days ago had been swept away. Instead, it was replaced by admiration for the new battalion commander Guo Zixu. It was a yearning to avenge the battalion commander and his brothers who died in battle. It was a desire to kill the Japanese.
"Motherf * cker, the Japanese are bombarding us every day. Today, I'm going to let the Japanese have a taste of being bombarded. Don't save your artillery shells for me. Don't even care if you can aim or not.”
Artillery platoon leader Shen Dalang shouted at the artillery position after firing a high explosive bomb.
The scene of his brothers killing the Japanese with their bare hands had greatly stimulated his adrenaline. If it weren't for the battalion commander's order, he would have carried the rocket launcher and fought with the Japanese. He had never fought such a satisfying battle in his eight lifetimes.
Ever since the outbreak of the war, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart was like a volcano that had been silent for a long time. It was finally released at this moment.
In this evenly matched artillery battle, the Special Agent Battalion made full use of the advantage of the mortars 'short, flat, and fast firing speed. Although the caliber of the shells was not as good as the Japanese's heavy artillery, the armor-piercing shells, high-explosive shells, and the white phosphorous incendiary shells, which were 30 to 40 years ahead of the Japanese, were enough to offset the disadvantage of the caliber of the shells.
When the last cannon hit, Shen Dalang had already followed Guo Zixu's orders and changed all the shells fired by the rocket launcher to white phosphorous incendiary bombs.
White phosphorous incendiary bombs could cause fatal high-temperature burns at the moment of explosion, bringing intense physical and mental pain to the injured. As long as the white phosphorous fragments continued to exist and were exposed to the air, the burning would continue. When the skin burns exceeded 7% and the dosage exceeded 50 milligrams, there was basically no possibility of saving the patient.
Takeuchi Renzo never dreamed that his troops would have such a day. In the diary he left behind, he recorded the battle with the words 'Hell on Earth' as the title.
Similar to the first round of suppression by the special forces battalion, Takeuchi Renzo's troops immediately regained order after a short period of panic. They already had experience in defending against artillery.
The artillery of the Chinese garrison on the other side were all small-caliber mortars, which could not cause any substantial damage to the solid fortifications built by the warriors of the dynasty. The soldiers transporting supplies and ammunition and passing orders were shuttling through the traffic ditches that extended in all directions, and explosions kept ringing above their heads.
"Target the Great Yarn Factory. Firing the first round of 36 cannons!”
Sakai raised his sword, his eyes bloodshot as he gave the order to fire with a murderous look.
He was also a witness to the massacre. He wanted to avenge Saito-kun, the good friend of the Emperor, and the 180 brave Shoba men of the Empire. He wanted to use the cannon in his hand to tear all the Chinese pigs in the opposite camp into pieces.
The messenger gave the order again. The well-trained Japanese artillery held the rope in their hands and moved in unison. They stared at the small flag raised by the messenger and prepared to fire.
The small flag fell heavily, and the Japanese artillery pulled the rope decisively. With the deafening sound of the cannon, 36 shells flew towards the position of the special forces camp.
Almost at the same time, the last round of bombardment with white phosphorous incendiary bombs began.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
There was the sound of air being torn apart. Sakai looked up in disbelief at the cannonball in the air with a trail of flames and muttered to himself,""Nani? The Chinese's artillery can actually hit my artillery position?”
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The white phosphorous incendiary bombs did not give Sakai any time to think. In the next second, 10 white phosphorous incendiary bombs exploded on the Japanese artillery position.
The white phosphorous shells landed on the Japanese artillery positions and immediately produced a cloud of flames. The pungent smell of rotten garlic spread out, and the Japanese artillery within a radius of 150 meters was instantly burned. The artillery positions became a sea of fire.
Under such firepower, the only way to avoid the shrapnel and incendiary agent was by luck. Sakai Ichitaka had such luck. He personally saw the messenger standing at a high place being hit by a pile of incendiary agent. His entire body was instantly burned to the point of oil sizzling. The smell of roasted meat rushed straight to his nose, and the heart-wrenching scream was hair-raising.
Immediately after, the rumbling sounds of explosions rang out. The incendiary agent ignited the shells on the Japanese artillery position. Sakai Ichiryu only remembered being pushed down by the guards beside him, followed by a powerful explosion shock wave and air wave. His mind buzzed, and then his vision went black. He no longer knew what had happened.
The artillery squadron was completely annihilated. Broken limbs were everywhere, and the white phosphorous incendiary agent was still burning. The wounded rolled on the ground with fire on their bodies, and miserable screams resounded in the air.
Ichiro Sakai looked at his subordinates who had been burned into white bones and those who were about to be burned into white bones. An unprecedented fear welled up in his heart. He silently knelt on the ground and unbuttoned his shirt. He picked up the ribs that he carried with him and shouted weakly,"Long live the Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!”
Then, without hesitation, he stabbed the short knife into his chest and did not forget to stir it twice. He looked at the position of the Special Agent Battalion opposite him and closed his eyes unwillingly.
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