Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Inside the command room, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense as the screen flickered.

A staff officer pointed at the image on the screen and asked Zhao Gang anxiously: "Political Commissar, what do you think the Japanese are doing?"

On the screen, yellow smoke rose from the ground from time to time. It was the dust that was raised.

Zhao Gang quickly glanced at the screen, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and he said lightly: "They are digging a hole! They must be trying to use the old method of earthwork to quietly approach our army's position and try to destroy our bunker with explosive packs."

His tone revealed contempt for the Japanese tactics, but his eyes were extremely sharp and he was always paying attention to every subtle change on the battlefield.

However, this confidence did not last long.

When Zhao Gang's eyes fell on the reconnaissance images sent back by the drone again, his expression instantly became solemn.

On the screen, some oil drum-shaped objects were being carried to the front line by the Japanese in a tense and orderly manner. This scene made him immediately realize that the situation was far more complicated than he had imagined.

"No, that's not right!" Zhao Gang stood up suddenly, pointed at the oil barrel-like object on the screen, and said to the staff officer beside him, "Look what this is? This is definitely not an ordinary digging tool!" There was a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he was about to reveal an astonishing secret.

Upon hearing this, the staff officer also hurriedly moved closer to the screen to take a closer look, but his expression was full of confusion. He frowned and shook his head.

"Take a screenshot and send it to Lao Li immediately!" Zhao Gang gave the order decisively.

The soldiers acted quickly and, following the instructions of Political Commissar Zhao, took screenshots of the images captured by the drone and transmitted them via the wireless network to Regiment Commander Li Yunlong who was far away in another place.

The whole process was quick and efficient. Although this kind of image transmission did not have strict confidentiality on the battlefield, under the current circumstances, there was little confidentiality value in transmitting a few pictures.

The ticking sound of the telegraph machine was particularly clear in the quiet command room. With the last soft beep, Li Yunlong's reply came like timely rain.

Zhao Gang quickly took the telegram, and as he scanned the few concise lines of text, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in his heart.

"'This is a heartless cannon, with an oil barrel as the barrel, and it fires explosive packs.'" Zhao Gang whispered, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"'Xiao Zhong Yinan used it in Taiyuan. The Japs and the Yellow Shoes Army called it a dead cannon.'" Li Yunlong's words made Zhao Gang's thoughts instantly drift back to those years of war.

He remembered that the brutality of the Battle of Taiyuan was beyond imagination, and the appearance of the unscrupulous cannon made the battle situation even more confusing.

This weapon, which is regarded by the enemy as a symbol of death, is extremely powerful.

"'This thing is extremely powerful, but has a short range, is inaccurate, and is prone to explosion.'" Li Yunlong's accurate summary of the advantages and disadvantages of the Unscrupulous Cannon gave Zhao Gang a clearer understanding of the upcoming challenges.

Although Li Yunlong had never seen a conscienceless cannon, due to his deep friendship with Chu Yunfei and his rich knowledge reserves, he understood this kind of thing much better than Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang nodded, secretly calculating in his mind that although this weapon had many flaws, at close range, its explosive power was enough to pose a major threat to our army.

He turned to look at the staff officers beside him and found that they all looked solemn. Obviously, everyone realized the seriousness of this new weapon.

"The liberation of Taiyuan was fought by the 386th Brigade and Yan Tuhuang. Although our independent brigade did not participate directly, we have heard of this new thing." Zhao Gang muttered to himself, replaying those clips about the unscrupulous artillery in his mind.

He knew very well that the next battle would be more difficult, but they must be fully prepared to face all possible challenges.

Zhao Gang stood in front of a crude battle map, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with a deep insight into the battlefield situation.

"The conscienceless cannon can't reach far. It seems that the Japs want to quietly shorten the distance with us through earthwork excavation and catch us off guard with those powerful 'conscientious cannons'."

"In that case, we might as well take the initiative and use the 107 rocket launcher to give them a head-on blow and completely disrupt their deployment." Zhao Gang's eyes flashed with a trace of determination, as if he had already seen the scene of the enemy's chaos.

However, before he finished speaking, the head of the logistics support force slowly shook his head and told a cruel reality:

“Political Commissar, your idea is good, but there are difficulties in practical implementation.

The enemy is less than one kilometer away from our position, but our 107 rocket launcher has a minimum range of one and a half kilometers.

The chief officer's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the fire of hope in Zhao Gang's heart.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but slap his forehead.

For a long time, I have paid the most attention to the maximum range, caliber and accuracy of artillery, but I have not paid much attention to the minimum range.

Unexpectedly, the minimum range is also a key parameter that cannot be ignored.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers and the Yellow Shoe Army in the trenches were busy digging. They were like earthworms underground, advancing forward silently, but there was not even a single figure to be seen on the ground.

Such a scene made Zhao Gang, known as the "God of Guns", feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

His precise shooting skills were useless at this moment. The bullets that were once like the kiss of death in his hands could only lie quietly in the gun barrel, waiting for an opportunity that might never come.

What gave Zhao Gang even more of a headache was the shortage of indirect fire weapons such as mortars at the material transfer station.

Such weapons, capable of attacking targets in a parabolic trajectory, should have been the key to breaking the stalemate here and now, but the reality is cruel - they are not here.

This piece of news was like a huge rock pressing on Zhao Gang's heart, making it difficult for him to let it go for a while.

Sweat had quietly climbed up Zhao Gang's forehead at some point, slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the dry ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He knew very well that every minute and every second at this moment was crucial, and any hesitation or delay might allow the enemy to succeed.

So he quickly adjusted his mindset, forced himself to calm down, and began to think about other coping strategies.

At this time, the Second Artillery Regiment was mainly supporting the direction of the Beast-Exterminating Valley; half of the First Air Regiment was used to support the battle near Niangzisong, and the other half was mainly air superiority fighters and reconnaissance aircraft.

Otherwise, if any of these two parts join the battle, the current crisis can be resolved.

Just as Zhao Gang was lost in thought, the guard beside the chief of the logistics support force suddenly spoke, breaking the solemnity.

"Political Commissar, I have an idea, but I don't know whether I should tell you or not?" The guard's voice was very soft.

When Zhao Gang heard this, his eyes instantly focused on him, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough in this young guard.

"Hurry up and tell me! Our army emphasizes equality between officers and soldiers. We don't do what Jiang Wufa did!" Zhao Gang's tone revealed an urgency and trust. He knew very well that on the battlefield, every creative idea could be the key to turning the situation around.

Seeing this, the guard no longer hesitated and got straight to the point:

“There are no mortars in the material transfer station, but there are quite a few recoilless guns, including quite a few programmable grenades.

Many soldiers in our logistics support forces use recoilless guns. After continuous practice and performance improvement, as well as the application of high technology, we can ensure accuracy within one kilometer.

I think they can be a good substitute for mortars, or even work better than mortars!

These grenades can adjust their explosion patterns according to preset programs, causing greater damage to enemies hidden in fortifications and trenches. "

When Zhao Gang heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

He patted the guard's shoulder excitedly and exclaimed: "Great, that's great! Thank you so much, why didn't I think of it?" At this moment, Zhao Gang's joy was beyond words, and he knew the value of this proposal.

However, despite his joy, Zhao Gang did not forget to examine the actual conditions.

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on the wall of the bunker. He said in a deep voice: "However, the recoilless gun cannot be used inside the bunker. It must be used in the open area outside. In this case, sacrifice is inevitable." His tone revealed an indescribable heaviness. After all, every time the soldiers were pushed onto the battlefield, it was a test of life.

When a recoilless gun is fired, it sprays a large amount of high-pressure gunpowder gas backwards to offset the recoil.

These high-pressure gases will form powerful shock waves in the limited space indoors, directly impacting the walls, ceiling and other structures of the bunker, which may cause partial or overall structural damage or even collapse of the bunker.

The shock wave and high-pressure gas may also directly cause shock injuries, burns or suffocation to the personnel in the bunker. These injuries are often fatal.

The smoke and gunpowder gases produced during the firing will also quickly fill the interior of the bunker, not only affecting the line of sight but also possibly causing damage to the respiratory system of the personnel.

In addition, due to the destruction of the bunker structure, equipment, ammunition and other items inside the bunker may be thrown or collapse, or even cause ammunition to explode, further increasing the risk of injury or even death.

Therefore, most weapons such as recoilless guns and rocket launchers cannot be used indoors.

Once we get outside the bunker and lose its protection, our troops will be exposed to the Japanese artillery, causing heavy casualties.

But Zhao Gang knew very well that as a commander, he had to make decisions.

For the sake of the overall situation and for more soldiers to survive, they had to bear this sacrifice. So he took a deep breath, his eyes became firm again, and he prepared to plan the next action.