the world is at stake

He Ben's heart jumped into his throat immediately, and the telescope in his hand turned to the right wing, and he saw a moving vehicle about two kilometers away.

These trucks came without warning, and the railway guard in charge of the flank cover was hit by the firepower of the machine guns they carried, and they fled away. Looking at them from a distance, they knew that they were retreating quickly.

In the distant villages, the number of ordinary people who watched the battle in the morning not only did not decrease, but increased.Quite a few people had nothing to do in the winter, and watched it for a long time with their sleeves folded up, not only not getting tired of it, but also enjoying it with gusto.

This drama started last night, and now it has reached its climax.

Suddenly, a surprise soldier came out of the beaten Wehrmacht.A dozen armored trucks took the lead, leading hundreds of infantrymen to spread out the skirmish line, and then dozens of trucks appeared along the dirt road on the right flank of the Japanese heavy artillery position.

After all the trucks stopped, the artillery crew put down the hoes and began to pull the telephone wires.The mounted artillery officer took the staff to conduct ranging and positioning, and gave the bombardment elements according to the circular artillery calculation disc.

"Looks like our men, right?"

"Why are there so many cars?"

"What's in the car?"

"Those are cannons, all are cannons!"

Ordinary people can only see roughly with the naked eye two to 300 meters away.

He Ben climbed onto a pile of ammunition boxes, holding up the binoculars to see clearly.The action of putting down the hoe on the truck made him feel like falling into an ice cave. "It is a mobile artillery of the Chinese army."

The Japanese have tasted the pain of trucks carrying artillery, and armies of various countries are also studying this new method of warfare, trying to combine artillery with trucks.

The 'Brotherhood' sold a number of trucks to Japan, and provided advice and methods for carrying artillery.However, the relevant equipment has obviously not been manufactured, let alone sent to the front line.

This involves military spending.

For a moment, the buzzing Heben didn't expect the guards to drive away the truck troops of the National Defense Forces.He could only shout at his artillery at the top of his lungs: "Turn the muzzle and bombard the Chinese on the right."

The artillerymen of the Lushun Heavy Artillery Regiment could hear the voice of their captain echoing in the north wind.They still don't know why, they only know how to obey orders mechanically.

But it is not easy to turn a two-ton artillery, not to mention the need to rebuild the position for shelling.The [-]-type howitzer is a very old piece of equipment, and its single-leg mount is very inconvenient to turn.

Before the Japanese artillery could react, the '106' artillery regiment that emerged out of nowhere completed its preparations for shelling.Three artillery battalions and 36 artillery groups are all connected to the telephone line and accept the unified command of the regiment headquarters.

More than a dozen kilograms of mortar shells were loaded into the muzzle one by one, and the shells slid in the bore, making the sound of metal friction.Nine artillery batteries conducted test firings.

Compared with the deafening sound of the '120-type howitzer', the movement of the '[-] force' is obviously much smaller.Every time there was a 'bang', the corresponding truck shook.

But the damage caused by the projectile landing is not a little bit.

In the first round of test firing, the landing point of the nine shells was near the Japanese artillery position, within a circle error of [-] meters.The chaos caused by the explosion made Kawamoto's eyes black on the spot.

The opponent is so fast that hitting yourself is like hitting a stroke patient with limited mobility.

The "[-]-type howitzer" exploded at a rate of two rounds per minute, and the Japanese army felt that their "big gun" was very powerful.But after the second round of test firing on the opposite side, the bullet rain poured down.

In less than 1 minute, the test firing was over. Thirty-six '36-force' guns started covering fire, and the sound of the cannon was like a machine gun in the wilderness, rumbling endlessly.

The sound of the artillery was shocking, and the common people watching the battle were frightened. They had never seen such a fierce and continuous shelling.In the blink of an eye, the artillery group of the whole regiment blasts out three or four hundred shells, which can fool people.

When the Japanese artillerymen learned that the Chinese appeared on the flank, they were only a little surprised, not nervous.Even though Colonel Kawamoto was yelling to turn the gun, they didn't feel that the opponent was threatening.

When the first shell fell, several shell boxes in the Japanese position were hit and shattered.The scene changed immediately, and the busy Japanese artillery collectively froze for half a second, their eyes narrowed, as if confirming that they were being shelled.

How can it be so fast?

Without waiting for this question to be understood, the round error of the '120 Force' shell's landing point is rapidly shrinking.

Shrapnel was flying in all directions, and the Japanese artillery who pushed the artillery was anxious on the spot.Howling inhumanely, they struggled to adjust their guns, trying to counterattack.

However, the rain of bullets was too dense, and the bombing Japanese artillery was flying around, and there was nowhere to be safe.It was impossible for Kawamoto himself to stand still under the shelling, so he looked around in a panic for cover.

After a few breaths, the dead fell to the ground, and the survivors ran away desperately.The entire Japanese howitzer position was defeated, and no one cared about those precious large-caliber heavy artillery anymore.

In just three or four minutes, Colonel Kawamoto's heavy artillery group was overthrown.

The morale of the '106' self-propelled artillery regiment was greatly shaken. No one on the battlefield had the ability to threaten them, so they naturally turned their guns to bombard the 'Manchurian Guard'.

The Japanese army of the garrison was still shocked that their artillery had collapsed, and suddenly realized that they had become the target.

The artillerymen of the National Defense Forces were naturally excited, and even the people who had been watching the battle for a long time were stunned by the sound of the artillery—so the Japanese can also be shot?It turns out that we Chinese can also win wars?

Since 1840, 70 years have passed, and this is the first time!

Chapter 62 Growth

Jiang Yiwu's hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, and his whole body was shaking.

He couldn't figure out whether it was because of fear, excitement, or agitation. Anyway, his hands, feet, and even his tongue were not very fluent, and he couldn't complete ordinary movements. He had to divide a sentence into several paragraphs before he could finish it.

The cause of all this was the shelling.

The Japanese army bombarded him for a long time, and Jiang Yiwu, who was hiding in the bomb defense hole, was bombarded and his brain was buzzing.He used to romantically think that he was not afraid of death for the sake of the revolution, but the sound of artillery made him understand that he still took it for granted.

After being bombarded by heavy artillery for several hours in a row, the battalion headquarters suddenly called the companies on the front line, asking them to prepare to guide their own artillery group to attack.

Your own artillery group?

When answering the phone, Jiang Yiwu's tinnitus was out of balance due to repeated shell shocks.Soldiers in the same bunker also had similar phenomena.Some of them will cry, incontinence, or even crouch in a corner with their heads in their hands regardless.

Jiang Yiwu held the receiver of the magnet phone and listened for a long time before he understood the battalion command.He shouted 'Understood', stumbled up, ran to the bunker observation hole of the fortification, half-kneeled and put his head up there.

At some point, the lively shelling by the little devils stopped.

Looking out from the observation hole, the fortifications built by the infantry battalion in two months are full of potholes.Some trenches were blown down, and several observation posts were bombed out, resulting in casualties.

"Hey, Second Company, can you see the artillery positions of the little devils in the south?" The battalion commander's hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Battle Commander, speak up, my ears are deafened, can't I hear?" Jiang Yiwu shook his buzzing head.

"Keep your eyes wide open, I can see the devils being fired at the battalion at the battalion headquarters, can you not see?" The battalion commander seemed to be happy and wanted to scold his mother.

The Devil's artillery position was two or three kilometers away from Jiang Yiwu. Holding the binoculars, you could indeed see a large number of smoke columns in the distance, as well as the flames of the artillery shells exploding on the ground.

But it was not until the battalion commander reminded that Jiang Yiwu realized that the enemy was counterattacked by our artillery.

He was covered in dirt and his face was black. After confirming the news, he grinned with a 'hahaha', "Our artillery has come up? Little devils have today? They are under fire."

The company deputy and the signal soldier climbed out of the artillery hole with hands and feet, and poked their heads out of the trench.When they saw the smoke column in the distance, they howled in disbelief at first, then cheered at the top of their voices, hugging each other and yelling.

After being bombarded for a long time, it was finally the enemy's turn to be unlucky.

Jiang Yiwu's laughter spread all the way to the battalion headquarters through the telephone line.

The battalion commander scolded at the other end: "Don't laugh, it's a war. The enemy's artillery was taken over by us, and the next step is to cover the devil's infantry. Tell me, there are devils in that place?"

When repairing the fortifications, the battalion commander pulled up all the officers above the platoon of the battalion for training.One of the things is to teach the grassroots officers to read the map and mark the various areas outside the position according to the map.

Jiang Yiwu returned to the blast hole with the phone in his arms, and swept all the bottles and cans on a table to the ground.He took out the map from his backpack and asked the orderly to spread it on the table.

Not waiting for the orderlies to lay out, Jiang Yiwu shouted into the phone: "No. 13 square, the Japanese army has a company in the sorghum field 300 meters away from my position, which is No. 13 square."

"Okay, pay attention to the effect of shelling." The battalion commander hung up the phone.

Jiang Yiwu asked the signal soldiers to notify the platoons to restore the observation posts and report to him the location of the enemy.He himself squatted in front of the observation hole of the bunker with his phone in his arms, waiting tremblingly.

There were people in the field 300 meters away. After each shelling, the Japanese army launched a skirmish line from there to attack the Wehrmacht positions.Frustrated by the impact, the little devil retreated and waited for the next shelling to end.

This process of attack and retreat has been rehearsed several times, and it is the same every time.It seems simple, but in fact it takes long-term training to cooperate well.

Jiang Yiwu waited and waited in front of the observation hole. After waiting for about 5 minutes, a shell landed 200 meters east of the sorghum field, and exploded with a bang, kicking up some soil.

The little devils hiding behind the sorghum fields turned their heads and watched like groundhogs.Jiang Yiwu shook the handle of the magnet phone and reported the shelling effect to the battalion headquarters, "It missed, about 200 meters to the east."

The second test shot came quickly and hit 100 meters south of the sorghum field.A few mules carrying military supplies for the devils were unlucky, neighing and screaming after being bombed.

The little devil behind the sorghum field turned his head again, looked at the mad mules, and looked at each other.The Japanese artillery positions were bombed, which was greatly unexpected.Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, the shells aimed at them.

"100 meters to the south." Jiang Yiwu grabbed the phone and yelled, "Shoot it right, hit it right, and make those little devils look good."

The third test shot landed in the middle of the devil, and a devil soldier was blown up and flew into the air.Jiang Yiwu shouted 'Yes, yes' on the phone, and then more than a dozen shells poured down like a wave of heavy rain.

The maximum rate of fire of '120 force' can be twenty rounds per minute.Even if the temperature of the gun barrel is controlled, reducing it to ten rounds per minute is like the roar of thunder, which lasts endlessly.

The sorghum field is hard, and the little devil can't even dig a bunker.

A squadron of 1 soldiers was completely lying on the cold ground-in just [-] minute, hundreds of shells blasted the squadron to the point of crying and howling.

Shrapnel flew horizontally, and mud and sand splashed in all directions.

The Japanese officer in command of the squadron couldn't stand it anymore.He wiped the sand-like particles all over his face, jumped out, drew out his saber, pointed at the Wehrmacht position, and shouted 'Kill the dick'...

Boom, a shell immediately knocked him down.

The Japanese soldiers were obedient, and when the officer died, they also carried long rifles and bayonets to attack—it was impossible to retreat anyway, and the combat guidance could not be turned, so there was only "pig sudden".

For the enemy's scattered impact, the battalion strengthened Jiang Yiwu's 'Maqin' the happiest.Two hundred rounds of canvas ammunition vibrated.After shaking, the number of Japanese soldiers standing on the opposite side decreased by one-third.

Jiang Yiwu's second company all went to the battlefield, and the three "Madsen" of the machine gun platoon rattled.After the two magazines were emptied, the shelling stopped, and the few remaining enemy soldiers retreated in a hurry.

The battalion commander asked about the effect of the bombardment on the phone, and asked the second company to fight back to annihilate the enemy squadron——Jiang Yiwu's men could still fight decently in the position, and pulled their hips as soon as they ran out.

The recruits had never practiced tactics, and the three of them were crowded into one offensive line, without any cooperation at all.If the little devils hadn't retreated, they would have suffered a lot.

Jiang Yiwu himself followed suit.When they arrived at the sorghum field, the whole company was in a daze again—a squadron of the Japanese army squeezed under the ridge of a field about 20 by 200 meters, and more than [-] shells plowed it once.

The crater of the '120 Force' is far less than that of the '[-]-style howitzer', but enough shells fell, and the casualties caused will not be discounted in the slightest.

The craters are densely nested together, and there are at least one or two corpses next to each crater.Some corpses were shelled more than once, and their stomachs were broken and their limbs were broken.

There were also Japanese soldiers who were injured and survived, struggling to resist by leaning on the edge of the field with guns.The recruits of the second company were terrified by this tyrannical force, and hurriedly shot at the wounded soldiers and corpses.

"Commander, what should we do next?"

The rookie recruit of Bailai took the opportunity to vent, and no one thought of taking prisoners or anything.At most, the platoon leaders ordered to clean up the battlefield and take away useful military supplies.

Jiang Yiwu didn't know what to do, and as for the sluggish one, he led his troops back to the position.

The battalion commander didn't expect any good counterattack from his rookies, so he asked if there were too many casualties?Then asked to observe the movement of the Japanese army more and continue to guide the artillery.

In this small battle, the rifles in the hands of more than 100 recruits in the company were almost useless.In addition to the role of machine guns, it all depends on the output of artillery to kill.

Now the domestic arsenal is mainly manufacturing '120-press' and its ammunition, and the production tasks of '82-press' and '60-press' will be scheduled until mid-1911.

When the '60 force' can be equipped to the platoon level, the group of Japanese troops 300 meters away will not need the frontline infantry to call artillery support on the phone.The effect of the bolt-action rifle will be reduced again, and it will really become a fire stick.

Jiang Yiwu returned to the position, his limbs and flesh were still shaking.He set up the observation post, leaned in the trench, and listened to his rookies discussing the shelling just now, his mind was still buzzing.

Real wars are far more complex and cruel than imagined.

Seeing Jiang Yiwu's hands shaking, the equally dirty company came over and took out a crumpled cigarette, "Head, smoke a cigarette. It's a war, it's a freshman for the first time, and an acquaintance for the second time. When this time is over, let's Keep training hard."

The match caught fire, and Jiang Yiwu took a puff on the cigarette, finally relaxing his mind.He exhaled smoke, smiled wryly and said, "You are a scholar who is useless, I finally understand what this means."

Lian Fule said: "What's wrong with the scholar? The scholar can also fight. Ban Dingyuan has also invested in the army. We are no worse than him. As long as we live, we have the opportunity to expand our territory."

The two chief officers in the company looked at each other and smiled, laughing and laughing with the whole company.

At this moment, the three Japanese railway guards attacking Anshan are suffering from annihilation.The Japanese Second Cavalry Regiment, which was heading northward from Haizhou, also encountered challenges.

The mixed unit led by Xiao Jin was completely motorized. It set off from Shenyang at [-]:[-] in the morning and arrived in Anshan at [-]:[-] noon.Except for the self-propelled artillery regiment to assist Anshan defense, the main force continued to move south.

The Japanese Second Cavalry Regiment soon found that they had just left Haizhou, and the mobility of the horses was restricted before they started.Several squadrons in charge of the avant-garde reported that they had encountered the forwards of the Chinese army, and they did not take advantage of it.

Oshima Yoshimasa vainly tried to use the speed of the cavalry to gain the victory, but was firmly restrained by the faster truck.Goto Osamu of the Second Cavalry Regiment felt that he was hit with a stick by his opponent as soon as he went out.

If cavalry can't run, can they still be called cavalry?

"The combat power of the violent army has changed too quickly."

General Goto could not just watch his troops being pierced by the opponent, he ordered a cavalry brigade to dismount and build a defensive position.The rest of the other two brigades continued to detour, interspersed in a wider range, looking for fighters.

As the core of defense, it is naturally the cavalry's own cavalry cannons and machine guns.

Among them, the Japanese "Three One Type" mountain artillery is the backbone of the regiment's firepower-this artillery is a miracle in the history of artillery equipment in the world, a "very advanced" recoil artillery, unfortunately it was born 20 years late.

But now Colonel Goto pinned all his hopes on the artillery equipped by the wing, using its high rate of fire of two rounds per minute and the powerful maneuverability brought by less than [-] kilograms to prevent the opponent's truck troops from rushing forward.

In order to win, Goto Osaku deliberately arranged the defensive troops in several villages beside the railway, and used the ditches and ridges in the fields outside the villages to create obstacles for the trucks.

At the same time, several Japanese cavalry squadrons were assembled, ready to charge out from behind the defensive troops at any time to charge the incoming Chinese troops.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the '104' armored car regiment as a forward appeared in Goto's field of vision.But this regiment did not approach directly, but turned a corner two or three kilometers away, and went to confront the Japanese cavalry.

It is reasonable for cavalry to fight cavalry.

Chapter 63 Being Crushed

Around Shenyang in December, the daytime temperature drops below zero. Around the 8th, there was a cold wave in Siberia, and the outdoor temperature dropped below minus ten degrees during the day, and it was even colder at night.

In this kind of weather, the horses' cold nostrils emit white gas, and their physical strength is greatly exhausted during running.In a little time, the Japanese cavalry will look for shelter from the wind to feed soybeans to their horses.

In Cuizhuang Village in the north of Haizhou, Private Yuan Tian flipped through the empty beanbags and asked the commander next to him: "Senior Fuchuan, are we really going to fight against the outrageous armored vehicles?"

Fu Chuan touched the forehead of his horse with pity, because fighting in such cold weather would inevitably cause a large number of horses to die.And the cost of raising a war horse is enough to spend half a year for a commoner family in Tokyo.