If we say that the moment when the Japanese army's various caliber artillery bombarded Cangcheng, it was a devastating world.

Then, the mortars of mountain artillery, mainly caliber 75, that were suddenly bombarded by China, was overwhelming.

Although its power is slightly smaller, it is enough for the Japanese army running away in Cangcheng.

What else can they cover up besides the low walls?

What is covered is not Jiji, but cannon fire that can tear the steel.

The Japanese Grandmaster, who was still 500 meters away, was stunned for a while and roared: "Who told the artillery to fire? There are our people there, please quickly notify the artillery brigade to stop firing and stop firing."

The staff of the infantry brigade on one side could only remind: "Master, that is the Chinese artillery in the city, not our army."

"Impossible, how could the Chinese have so many artillery? How could they have it?" The Japanese general grabbed the collar of the staff officer, his eyes red, like a ferocious beast that chose people to eat.

Not only were there unlucky Grandpa Sakio and his 200 officers and soldiers, but also a full-scale infantry squadron under his command.

No one dared to answer this grand captain who was already a little crazy.

Those who can be here are veterans with rich experience on the battlefield. They know too well what the consequences of this trembling fire will have.

The Chinese can survive like tenacious weeds in artillery fire. That is because they have relatively complete fortifications and bullet-proof holes. What are the hundreds of Japanese troops entering Cangcheng?

There was nothing, maybe those craters that had been blown up before could become their only bunker.

But how much effect is that kind of bunker? The officers and soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Brigade of the Guoqi Detachment of the Fifth Division can all come up with the answer.

No ball is of much use.

Those who survived were probably the guys who contributed their wife to Amaterasu.

The Japanese magistrate, who had no answer from his command, finally returned to peace and sat in a trench. He didn't look at the front of him, covering the Kurashima position with artillery fire.

He understood that he had finished another infantry squadron, and even if someone could survive the deliberate revenge of the Chinese, it would be one out of ten.

He even did not expect that the Chinese cannon shells were limited, and the two rounds of shelling might be abandoned.

If he was the Chinese commander, since he had decided to expose his heavy firepower, he would never give his opponent any chance to survive.

His judgment was correct, but the Chinese commander was even more ruthless than he thought. The continuous shelling lasted for 10 minutes, and dozens of artillery pieces also threw 600 shells into Cangcheng.

In fact, according to the records of the 67th Army, the mountain artillery battalion and field artillery battalion under the Secret Service Regiment directly under the 67th Army headquarters will join the mountain artillery battalion and mortar battalion under the 107th Division and the 108th Division. A total of 48 75-caliber mountain artillery and 24 150 heavy mortars participated in the battle to attack the surface positions of the Cangcheng City.

In 10 minutes, 72 artillery pieces poured over 1,000 shells into the surface of Cangcheng.

That was the highest density artillery battle launched by the Chinese artillery group in the Battle of Songjiang, and it was not even comparable to the more intense city offensive and defensive battles.

Of course, that has something to do with the fact that the Japanese Air Force joined the war shortly after, and the Chinese artillery positions were destroyed in many places.

The Chinese fired artillery so unscrupulously that the Japanese army would not sit idly by and watch their own people struggle in the artillery fire. The artillery corps of the 114th Division responded five minutes later and launched a counterattack on the roughly located artillery positions in Songjiang city under the guidance of the artillery observers in the front.

However, the Chinese artillery positions were protected by carefully constructed fortifications, and because the city walls blocked, the Japanese artillery observers could not accurately locate their positions.

Take off the airship on such a rainy day for observation! When the distance is close, the Chinese in the city have anti-aircraft guns with a range of up to 2,500 meters, which is completely for Chinese people to shoot targets; when the distance is far, they can only see a Songjiang City shrouded by gunpowder and drizzle. Is that for viewing the scenery?

To put it bluntly, the so-called artillery countermeasures of the Japanese army are just superficial skills for the leaders to see.

Kwanzaki, who arrived in the trenches 800 meters away from Kura Castle in person, could only yell in vain, "Baga!" in the trenches.

The Chinese's style of fighting with both jade and stone has for the first time shrouded the proud Japanese Army Major General's heart of failure.

Not just Kurashima and Songjiang.

If the Chinese resisted so much, even if the 10th Army could break through this small city, would he really be able to rush his army south to take the Chinese capital as he imagined a few days ago and become a hero of the empire?

Can the Empire really win this war?

Guozaki, who refused to put down his telescope for a long time, lost his confidence in winning for the first time.

The nearly 60,000 square meters of Cangcheng, even if it drops 1,000 shells, does not mean that artillery fire can cover every inch of land in Cangcheng.

For life, God is fair. The Chinese can survive the terrible artillery fire of the Japanese army. In addition to improving the fortifications, luck accounts for a large part of the factors.

Then, the Japanese army exposed on the surface are also lucky.

The Japanese army who could only hide behind low walls or in bullet craters when entering the Cangcheng position were much greater than the Chinese defenders hiding in fortifications, but after the shelling, some of them were still alive.

However, caught off guard, even if the Japanese army, who had been lucky enough to be torn to pieces by shrapnel and air waves, the first damage to be affected was hearing.

Almost every Japanese army who was still alive left two blood lines on both ears, which was the phenomenon of the eardrum being shaken.

Major Sakio is one of these lucky ones. He hid in a giant crater on the riverbed, and he didn't even dare to raise his head in the turbulent artillery fire. He curled up at the bottom of the crater with his arms.

The stormy shelling had completely lost his voice. He could only judge when the shelling would end by the vibrations coming from the ground.

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The trembling earth finally returned to peace, and he was still alive.

The joy of resurrection surged into my heart, and I got up from the crater excitedly, watching the battlefield that was once again devastated.

There were many short walls that had disappeared. The Chinese wounded soldier who was half lying under the short walls and smiling at them should have turned into dust in the surging artillery fire.

However, his signal gun took away many lives of the Imperial Warriors.

The Japanese Grandmaster didn't look much at the inside of Kurakuen City. He knew that under such an artillery fire, there were very few infantry soldiers who could survive.

He looked at several city walls, where there were many light machine guns and grenade launcher fire points. Under the protection of fortifications, they should have more chances of survival!

The Japanese Grandmaster with a witty little brain did not mean that he loved those guys, but that he had to consider the upcoming bad situation.

The Chinese wounded soldiers who were left behind the low walls emitted signal flares, which themselves sent a signal, and all of this was a premeditated action by the Chinese.

That means that the disappearing Chinese people, the Chinese people hiding in underground fortifications, may appear at any time.

Good and bad spirits.

There were no few rustic men's heads on the city wall that were looking forward to, but many dark blue military uniforms and black military uniforms emerged from all over the city.

"Baga! Come on, yours!" Grandpa Zaiou picked up his 38 rifle.

For the Japanese Grandmaster at this time, he could not get a one-meter-long command knife. The 1.7-meter-long 38 rifle obviously enhanced his confidence here.

However, the eyes of Major Sakio, who was carrying the 38th rifle, was extremely desperate.

The yellow shit that can get up from all over Cangcheng will never exceed one infantry team, and the infantry that can enter Cangcheng will definitely exceed 400.

It doesn't matter if there are fewer people in your own country, but they are several times more likely to kill the Chinese people everywhere with submachine guns and rifles.

A team of Chinese people saw him and rushed towards him with guns.

At this distance, Major Sakio had only a chance to shoot one shot, so he fired.

However, perhaps because he was frightened by the surging artillery fire, his legs were weak and his feet were weak before he could recover, or because he was too frightened, the Japanese Grand Secretary's last shot did not knock down any target.

The Chinese who rushed over did not shoot.

The leading Chinese looked at the opponent who had no time to pull the bolt again, and even inserted the wrench gun into the belt, holding a machete and pounced on him.

He didn't want to waste bullets or wanted to use cold weapons to cut off the head of the Japanese army in front of him.

"Baga!" Major Sakio, who felt insulted, stepped forward and stabbed the Chinese with the standard stabbing technique of Japanese infantry.

However, the Japanese Grandmaster forgot another thing.

He was a low-level officer and his last time he participated in assault training was four years ago. Whether it was strength or reaction, he was only half as good as his heyday.

So, Grandpa Zaiou is dead.

Peng Chong knocked the back of the knife and swung the 38 rifle that had little power, and easily could easily attack the enemy's middle lane Peng Chong obviously didn't expect it to be so easy. He was stunned for 0.1 second, and then swung the knife to cut it horizontally.

The sage from the carotid artery to the throat was cut by a sharp thick-back knife. He threw away the gun, covered his neck and roared on the ground to fight his life.

"Just that's it, how dare you rush in and fight with me?" Peng Chong said coldly disdainfully.

He stretched out his feet and hooked them, holding the 38 rifle that fell to the ground in his hand, poking it down, and nailing the daughter of Sakio who was still struggling to the ground.

Then, no longer look at your own achievements, he went straight to the distance.

The extreme pain caused the Japanese general's body to twist suddenly, and finally slowly stretched until it was silent.

Not to mention that Peng Chong didn't know that he was the Major, even if he knew, there wouldn't be much psychological changes. The death of the Japanese Major did not cause any waves in this one-sided battlefield.

The remaining Japanese army had long lost their fighting spirit. Even the Japanese army in the fortifications on the city wall, their only tactical action was to escape and escape from this devilish land.
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