Age of Conquest Reborn

The bombardment continued, and countless explosions echoed in the thick fog. Even Ito, who was at the headquarters of the Ribo Grand Canyon more than 20 kilometers away, could feel the shock waves.

The air and thick fog, like hammers, kept hitting his heart. This Chinese devil took out so many artillery pieces to deal with his first attack wave.*/.//*

Two thousand? Five thousand? If you want to cover all areas of Mogok with artillery fire in such a heavy fog, it is impossible without six thousand artillery. Six thousand artillery, Ito's heart suddenly pounded just thinking about it

Shrinking, the entire Southeast Asia dispatched troops, all the artillery combined, only more than 1,800, not even one-third of the artillery of Tang Qiuli's army.

Powerless, a deep feeling of powerlessness, the disadvantage is not only the strength of the troops, but also the heavy equipment. There is no way to continue this battle. Let's stop while the losses are not big now. Ito is not willing to give in, but he is even more

It is clear that if you hesitate for one more minute, hundreds or even thousands of soldiers of the Japanese Empire will be torn into pieces by the Japanese army's artillery shells. It is not too late to stop now.

"Order, the attack plan is cancelled. The troops of the first attack wave immediately retreat to the Ribo Grand Canyon defense line," Ito gave the order sternly. Takemura, who didn't know the severity, came out to cause trouble.

He shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! Commander Ito, the battle has just begun. The Imperial Army has not been attacked by the Chinese army. You have given the order to retreat. When will the generals of the Imperial Army of Japan be bombarded?"

I am so frightened that I lose my courage. Can I regard the order of the Commander-in-Chief as a passive avoidance of war and fear of the enemy? I will report all the actions of the General to the base camp!"

Ito suddenly rushed over like a mad tiger and grabbed Takemura by the collar. He dragged him to the observation port, pointed at the flash of light that kept appearing in the thick fog, and shouted loudly: "Baga! Stupid pig."

, Idiot! Open your dog eyes and see, we are not attacked by the Chinese army, what is that? There are more than 6,000 artillery pieces, covering my entire attack area. They are shelling my 150,000 imperial soldiers!

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"What do you think this sound of cannons is? Is the devil Tang Qiuli looking bored and firing cannons for fun in the thick fog where he can't even see his fingers? How could the base camp send you such a complete fool and idiot, who can only talk on paper and not see anything in person?

through real battle

A sloppy, arrogant but self-righteous guy has come to serve as my chief of staff. This is a shame for me, Ito. It is also a tragedy for the empire. If you want to return to your homeland alive and continue to be your general on the map, give it to me.

I'll shut your stinky mouth!"

Takemura was frightened by the crazy Ito. He stared with horrified eyes and looked at the almost crazy Ito. He never expected that Ito would suddenly lose his temper like this. This seemingly dry old man had terrifyingly strong hands.

, the hands that grabbed the collar of the military uniform were as strong as a vise, almost suffocating Wu Cun.

Ito glanced at Takemura with extreme contempt and disgust, and pushed him aside. With such great power, he was a dignified Lieutenant General of the Imperial Japanese Army. His Excellency Takemura Yamaichi, who was the special envoy of the base camp, was a drunkard.

He stumbled a few steps on the ground and fell down onto the cool, wet ground.

No junior officer came over to help him, and Takemura didn't dare to say anything. Just now, he saw murderous intent in Ito's eyes, a strong murderous intent, that look at a corpse, which made Takemura's blood boil.

, almost solidified, and cold sweat broke out instantly. He believed that if he contradicted him a few more words, this old guy who was already in a crazy state would chop him with a knife without hesitation.

Then, a report was sent to the base camp, "His Excellency Army Lieutenant General Yamaichi Takemura, Chief of Staff of the Imperial Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force and Special Envoy to the Base Camp, was on the front line of command during the implementation of His Majesty the Emperor's plan for the Burma Campaign. Unfortunately, he was killed by China

He was hit by human artillery fire and died for his country. General Takemura is actually a role model for the emperor of Japan. He asked His Majesty the Emperor and the headquarters to pray for General Takemura." He believed that Ito at this time would definitely do something good.

This crazy thing is coming.

After another ten minutes, a staff officer came in, holding a telegram in his hand. He seemed to dare not raise his head. Ito's stern eyes glanced over. The staff officer actually trembled all over and stammered: "Report to the Commander-in-Chief,

The commander of the first attack wave reported that they were unable to carry out the commander-in-chief's order. The ** division's artillery fire had cut off all retreats back to the Lipao Grand Canyon. The rear was a sea of ​​fire and could not be passed. Moreover, the troops suffered heavy casualties and many wounded.

, unable to move quickly.”

There was a "bang" in Ito's head, "What? His six divisions and 150,000 soldiers were blocked at the Mogok line by the artillery fire of Tang Qiuli's troops. The advance was a dead end. It was impossible to send the imperial soldiers into the tiger's mouth.

At this time, Tang Qiuli was hoping that he would lose his mind and launch a strong attack. When he retreated, he was met with walls of fire blasted by artillery fire.

Ito almost groaned and closed his eyes, "China devil Tang Qiuli, how much money have you spent to deal with my soldiers? From the first wave of artillery to now, it has only been more than thirty minutes, and there have been more than 100,000 rounds."

Artillery shells fell on the imperial soldiers. In such a large area, how many shells fell per square meter?"

Ito didn't dare to think about it. In front of his eyes, there was a red color rolling like a burning cloud in the thick fog. The soldiers of the empire were torn into pieces under the rain of flying bullets. The soldiers' stumps and arms were broken.

Flying in the heavy fog, that terrible scene, ""Order, all artillery of the dispatch army, immediately shell the artillery positions of the ** Division, cover the retreat of the troops," he gave the order subconsciously in a voice that was almost a whisper.

Tang Qiuli put down the telescope and just sat down on the canvas marching chair. Liu Xinlan handed a cup of steaming tea into his hand. Tang Qiuli glanced at Liu Xinlan in surprise. Liu Xinlan quickly looked aside.

This is the new task given to Liu Xinlan by her immediate superior, Chief of Staff Yang Ketian. In addition to recording the division commander's orders and sending telegrams, she is also responsible for taking care of everything in the headquarters, including making tea, getting coats, etc.

Liu Xinlan felt unspeakably awkward about this new task. In addition to not daring to meet Tang Qiuli's eyes, Liu Xinlan felt flustered every time she approached him. Her heartbeat was so fast that she could hardly breathe.

, I can’t tell if it’s due to pressure or other reasons. Recording orders and sending telegrams can only take a while.

But taking care of everything about this man, even though she is in the headquarters, she has to follow him every step of the way. What is this? A servant? She is a top student at Guangzhou Military Academy. Liu Xinlan arranges herself like this for her boss.

The new task made him a little angry and aggrieved, and Tang Qiuli also felt awkward.

In the past, in the headquarters, the people who made tea and handed water were our own special guards. They were used to seeing big calloused hands and a pair of cold white hands. They handed over a cup of tea to the dignified First Brother of the Army Corps.

, I can’t help but feel a little stunned, and I’m not used to it, but after all, the girl is attentive. The temperature of the tea and the amount of tea leaves are just right. It seems that the taste is different from usual.

After taking a few sips of tea that seemed to have a special taste, Tang Qiuli looked at Communications Director Chen Feng and said, "Director Chen, listen to the sound of the cannon, Zheng Yong must have caught a big fish, but this time

It’s still unclear how big the fish is. Believe it or not, at this moment, Zheng Yong was in the artillery headquarters, banging the table, banging the stools and shouting, looking like he was gobbling up the fish.

Chen Feng smiled. The characteristics of his work dictate that Chen Feng, the director of the communications department who is exposed to a large number of confidential telegrams every day, is a taciturn person. However, he feels quite relaxed recently. In the past, if the division commander did not call him dozens of times, he would not stop.

But in the past few days, his ears suddenly became quiet. Chen Feng was wondering. Battle preparations were in full swing. He, the boss in charge of the secret communications of the army, suddenly became quiet. Is it abnormal?

When I inquired about it, I found that the division commander had a female officer who was a confidential secretary. It was said that she was transferred from the staff office. Now, even the chief of staff Yang Ketian rarely hangs around the division commander. Chen Feng seems to understand a little bit.

What, there

Consciously sending some telegrams to Liu Xinlan. Of course, Chen Feng will still report the telegrams to the division commander personally. This has nothing to do with trust or not. It is Chen Feng's habit and his job.

style.

Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the ** Division, who was mentioned by the division commander Tang Qiuli, was as expected, his face was glowing with excitement, and his big hands kept banging the table made of shell boxes, making a "bang bang" sound with a loud voice.

Far away

You can hear, "What? Commander of the Fourth Artillery Group, King of the Artillery Group, don't be a petty person. Calculate the amount of economic bombardment. Give me all the shells. It won't count as a waste for you. On the other side of the Logistics Department, I will do it for you."

Hold on!"

"What, your first artillery group is asking for an extension of the bombardment. No, let me tell you, Mr. Wei, your artillery group is just blocking the main passage for the little devils to retreat to the Libao Grand Canyon. Close the door and beat the dog. It's a turtle in the jar. Give me a shot.

No matter what, if the division commander troubles me, I will trouble you. The planned bombardment area will remain unchanged. Even if the soil is turned red and the stones are broken into pieces, we must keep an eye on that area!"

"Let me tell you, this is a rare opportunity. If it weren't for the heavy fog, why wouldn't those guys from the aviation group come to join in the fun? It's not like you don't know about Le Yiqin's eating habits. If you let the guys with wings join in,

, how much fat do our artillerymen still have to put into their mouths? Well, if we fight hard, the supply of artillery shells will be opened up."

Zheng Yong put down the phone, picked up a cup of cold water, and after a few squirts of water, it was all over the place. The battle was fought so happily that although the artillery observation groups still could not see clearly the effects of the shelling, their ears were shaken.

Amidst the buzzing explosions, faint screams can be heard. How many little devils must be hiding in the fog and being bitten by our shells? It's so exciting, so fucking exciting!

Le Yiqin, the commander of the Southern Flying Group of the ** Division Air Force, who was called ugly by Zheng Yong, was in the command room of the Kunming Field Airport, grinning like an old wolf, looking at his watch and cursing viciously.

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