Laiyang County, 3rd Mixed Brigade Headquarters.
Matsushita, who had the rank of major general on his shoulder, was sitting in his office chair. He looked at the telegram forwarded by Shimizu Kazuo of the Clearwater Regiment and lowered his head in deep thought.
The Chuangu Brigade said that they had encountered elite D Machinists. He did not believe this telegram at first, because Jiang in the south had suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Songhu. He would not send such a powerful force to a remote place like North China.
However, when he recalled Lieutenant General Shinozuka Yoshio's telegram from the First Army yesterday, he had to believe that there were an unknown number of super-heavy caliber howitzers on Qinglong Mountain, so there should be an unknown number of guards stationed there to protect them. Even if the information of the Ancient Sichuan unit was exaggerated, there was still a brigade level unit.
" Order: The new Xiaodao unit stationed in Anji County will send an infantry squadron and a regiment of the Imperial Association Army to support the Chuangu unit in the Tiger Head Mountain area. Send electricity to the Third Army Air Force and ask them to send fighter jets to support.”
"Haiyi!"
After hearing Matsushita's order, a staff officer quickly wrote it down on a piece of paper. After signing his name, he turned around and walked to the Telegram Department.
Now, Matsushita could only mobilize so many troops. Most of his troops were gathered in Hu Yang Town to besiege the 8th Route Army. It was impossible to withdraw.
The Xiaodao unit stationed in Anji County only had two squadrons. The rest of the troops were stationed at the White Pavilion Stronghold. The White Pavilion Stronghold was very important and could not be abandoned.
Green Dragon Mountain, Twin Dragon Peak.
After receiving the distress call from Tiger Head Mountain, one of the Longsong Cannons had stopped firing. With Yan Jue's detailed explanation and the help of dozens of soldiers, the pitch-black cannon turned towards Tiger Head Mountain bit by bit.
The K3- 240mm howitzer weighed 58 tons and had two barrels, so every adjustment was a troublesome matter.
The original 1939 version only had one cannon barrel with a maximum range of 37 kilometers. The two K3 heavy cannons that Yan Jue signed in were the latest heavy cannons modified by the D's will in 1941 with a maximum range of 52 kilometers.
"Commander, the cannons have been fixed and can be fired.”
An artillery soldier fixed the last screw with a wrench in his hand, wiped the sweat on his face, and reported to Yan Jue.
"Very good, everyone has worked hard. After we finish bombarding the target, the commander will treat you to a drink!”
Yan Jue nodded to the soldier and the soldiers around him to thank him. Then, he carefully inspected the K3-240 howitzer. When he found that there was no problem, he waved at the gunner who had been waiting behind him for a long time.
Ta Ta... Four muscular artillery soldiers clamped the shell with iron pliers and pushed it into the barrel. They closed the gate and left far away. Yan Jue adjusted the coordinates and walked towards the fuse rope.
At the Tiger Head Mountain camp, snow covered the scorched earth after the battle. Kawako Arasuke hid in the trenches and ordered his soldiers to be on high alert. They were not allowed to leave their guns and even go out to relieve themselves.
"Captain, the Chinese troops on the other side are acting very strangely. They seem to have no intention of charging into the front lines. They are only using artillery shells to continuously harass and bombard us.”
The captain of the second squadron, Akitake Ishida, crawled beside Kawako Arasuke, his tone filled with doubt.
To be honest, if he was the commander of this troop, he would have commanded his soldiers to charge and engage in a hand-to-hand battle with them. Every minute that the war dragged on, there would be more accidents and uncertainties.
"They are waiting!"
Kawako Arasuke put down the binoculars, closed his eyes, and exhaled.
"Wait? What are they waiting for?"
Ishida Akitake felt even more dizzy after hearing the captain's words.
"What are we waiting for?"
"We are waiting for reinforcements…The ball is in a sack. Captain, is the commander of China crazy? Their military strength is more than three times ours. Don't they know that the battlefield is constantly changing?
Soga, what a stupid commander. Captain, it seems that we are going to win this battle, hehe.”
Ishida Akitake smiled after he finished speaking. His arrogant face was filled with mockery and confidence.
"Baka Yalu, shut up!"
River Ancient Barren turned around and reprimanded his subordinate, Ishida Akitake." War is not a game. You know this. How could a Chinese officer who has thousands of soldiers and chose such a critical terrain to ambush not know this?
Pick up your binoculars and take a look at those soldiers who are talking and laughing calmly. What do you see on their faces?
That was confidence, pride, and the expression of knowing that they would win this battle. Don't you find these things familiar? That's right, it was something that every single soldier of the Wei Nation's Locust Army had seen before.”
"Haiyi, this subordinate is ashamed!"
Ishida Akitake felt ashamed after hearing Kawako Arasuke's words. He had never seen this before.
"They are so confident. They must be waiting for something that can determine the outcome of the battle in an instant. However, what was this leverage?”
Chuangu Arasuke frowned and muttered to himself. In modern warfare, if one wanted to win a small-scale regional war, there were only a few things. Airplanes, artillery, reinforcements, and natural disasters.
Airplanes and natural disasters were definitely impossible. If they were reinforcements, the enemy's military strength was already three times that of their own. Even if they were to be sent a few times more, it would still be the same.
The only option left was the cannons. Large caliber cannons, especially the main cannons of naval battleships, could destroy everything within a hundred meters.
Hiss...
When he thought of this, Chuangu Arasuke could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. He had heard rumors about the 210mm heavy cannon on Green Dragon Mountain, but he had never believed it. But now…
He quickly looked around at where his troops were. In the camp, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. In order to strengthen the firepower to defend the position, he had built a very compact defense. If they were to be bombarded by super-heavy artillery, the result would be devastating.
"Retreat! Everyone, abandon all heavy weapons and retreat quickly!”
Chuangu Arasuke shouted at the top of his lungs. This unexpected situation had stunned all the Japanese. Was the captain sick? Why did they abandon their defensive position and go out to commit suicide?
"Captain, you…"
"Baka!"
Kawako Arasuke raised his hand and slapped Ishida Akitake, who was trying to persuade him. He roared angrily," Everyone retreat! Otherwise, we will be punished according to military law!"”
"Hi."
Chirp... A dazzling meteor flew across the sky, piercing through the darkness with a strange ear-piercing sound. Then, it smashed into the defensive position where the Japanese were.
Boom... In the blink of an eye, a thunderous explosion sounded. White smoke formed a mushroom cloud that slowly rose into the air. The earth shook and the soil flew. Seven or eight seconds later, a rain of blood mixed with minced meat fell from the sky.
'Ugh…' Witnessing the tragic scene in front of them, many soldiers began to vomit. Clone soldiers were also humans. They also had emotions and desires. It was just that their bodies were stronger than ordinary people and they had several years of military foundation.
"How spectacular! As expected of a 240mm super heavy cannon!”
Zhang He, Wang Ping, and the other battalion commanders looked at the Japanese camp a thousand meters away through binoculars and said this at an inappropriate time.
This could explain why, in the clone army system, elite soldiers had about three years of military training, sergeants and squad leaders had five years, platoons and companies had seven years of military training, and regiments and battalions had a terrifying ten years of military training.
Ten years of military life had forged their strong bodies and minds, and they could face anything without showing their emotions.
This was the strength of the clone army. Any one of them could be promoted by one rank in the military of any country in the world.
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