Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The time went back to five minutes ago. The moment Asakawa Masaki started shouting on the radio, Wang Chengzhu led the artillery company to prepare for battle.

As long as their captain gives an order, those long-awaited soldiers will pour out their anger on the enemy in the shortest possible time.

As a deflection weapon, mortar positions are usually set up in locations with natural bunkers.

The foothold of the New Second Regiment can be said to be a good forward observation post, but once the artillery is fired at the airport, there is a high probability that the Japanese can easily discover this artillery position.

Considering that after the battle begins, the enemy's counterattack speed must not be slow.

Wang Chengzhu did not just find a place and line up seven mortars like in later movies and TV dramas.

Instead, with the permission of his regiment leader, he dug a shooting pit fifteen meters in front of the foothold early yesterday morning and made it concealed.

The prerequisite for building this kind of position is that there are no trees or obstructions above. This is already the most stable strategy that Pillar can think of at the moment.

The seven 82mm mortars of the New Second Regiment are all arranged in seven oval shooting pits with a size of 240X180cm.

Setting up a position in this way not only enables 360-degree shooting, but also plays a more or less concealing role.

There is a small trench on both sides of the shooting pit that can accommodate one soldier. Although it is not sure how strong the enemy's counterattack will be, it is always right to protect the precious artillery group.

Wang Chengzhu, the emptiness son who firmly believed that only by living can he achieve output, he also asked the soldiers to build a 25 cm parapet.

Behind the mortar is a passage reinforced with vertical planks of wood. This trench, which can accommodate two people walking side by side at the same time, leads to the ammunition storage point.

There were neatly stacked ammunition boxes stacked like mahjong tiles.

In order to bring these 3.8 kilogram shells to the outside of the airport, the soldiers of the third battalion suffered a lot.

Because the recoil of the mortar firing would hammer the bottom plate into the sand, the soldiers also thoughtfully placed the lid of the ammunition box under the base.

It can be said that everything is ready now, all we need is the east wind!

At this time, our Captain Li climbed up a tree and stared at the brightly lit airport ahead with a telescope.

Patience is a quality that a hunter must possess. As an experienced combat commander, he is waiting for the enemy to reveal a fatal flaw.

When the Japanese soldiers loaded all the aircraft bombs and machine gun bullets, and began to refuel the Type 97 fighter jets. Li Yunlong on the tree branch shouted to the artillery position diagonally below:

"Zilla! Get ready! The opportunity is coming!"

After hearing the order, Wang Chengzhu nodded. The first round of bombardment is the most important. At this time, the enemy is not only unprepared, but the fighter jets have not yet headed towards the runway one after another.

Even the ground handling team didn't leave the tarmac in time. The aviation oil drums on their trolleys were a good thing.

Once these flammable and explosive items can be hit or involved, a chain explosion will occur on the entire apron, unlocking achievements that are all acquaintances.

It is worth mentioning that the Japanese airport has no walls. During the first round of shelling, Wang Chengzhu could adjust the parameters of the mortar in time according to the impact point of the shell.

But it doesn't matter if you can't shoot accurately.

If technology and precision are not enough, then use numbers to kill the enemy. Under the cover of artillery fire, all living beings are equal.

"Attention, all artillery! Check Zhu Yuan and prepare to fire! We can't take away even one of these shells, otherwise they will become a burden to us when we retreat!"

"The first round should be fired rapidly for one minute. The more shells you can fire out, the better!"

"Don't stop until you see my flag!"

Under Wang Chengzhu's powerful command, all the soldiers of the artillery company were excited and excited, and there seemed to be a burning fire in everyone's heart.

Mainly because of such an enjoyable way of playing, no one had ever thought about it before.

The artillerymen who can participate in this mission are all veterans who have passed various screenings.

These soldiers with more than three years of combat experience have endured the most difficult days and have almost engraved the word frugality in their bones.

When fighting the Japanese, I wish I could have a cannonball split in half. When taking out a certain enemy firepower point, you will regret for a long time if you didn't kill a few infantrymen by the way.

It was because of the poor artillery shell reserves in the past that the artillerymen pursued single-shot accuracy. There was no such concept as artillery coverage.

This time there is no need to think about it so much. The shooting parameters are all calculated by the company commander in advance. Everyone only needs to fire the cannon mechanically.

When Li Yunlong saw that the Japanese ground crew had completed all preparation work, he slid down from the tree and shouted to the soldiers below:

"Third Battalion Commander! Cut off the power!"

"Quick! Fire!"

Under the hot gazes of the artillery company soldiers, Wang Chengzhu waved the flag in his hand hard, and at the same time picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and began to observe.

"put!"

After receiving the order, the soldiers of the artillery company let go of their hands like a conditioned reflex, letting the shells hanging above the barrel slide to the bottom.

After letting go, the shells fell from the chamber. The gunners immediately turned sideways and lowered their heads and covered their ears.

In the dark night, a plume of green smoke rose from the muzzle, a little flame burst out, and a cloud of smoke rose around the gun base.

Bang × 7!

Because the muzzle velocity of the shell was only over 400 meters per second, this round of shells did not fall in the air, so Wang Chengzhu could not see the impact point.

But this time the tactic was to cover artillery fire. He continued to wave the flag on the side of the artillery position to signal the soldiers not to stop their movements.

The artillery veterans also lived up to the trust of the company commander. The gunners continued to take the shells handed over by the ammunition hand.

The movements are so skillful that even a layman would scream "good" when they see him.

In the trenches at the rear, there were several ammunition carriers running back and forth. A gun crew is served by five ammunition handlers in turn, delivering a steady stream of artillery shells to the position like an assembly line.

The theoretical rate of fire of the 82mm mortar is twenty rounds per minute, but full-speed firing will not last long, depending on the material of the barrel.

The artillery crew of the New Second Regiment could maintain a rate of about 17 rounds per minute. In just one minute, 119 rounds of 3.8 kg artillery shells flew towards the Japanese airport one after another.

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In this era, pilots from any country do not like to fly at night. After all, weather is the most important factor in air combat.

However, with air superiority, the Army Aviation's devils could barely do something at night.

After all, neither the Eighth Route Army nor the Preserved Fruit Troops even had large-scale anti-aircraft weapons.

In such a comfortable combat environment, the young life gradually turned into a paramecium licking the ground without thinking, without even the least respect for the ground crew.

At the airport, several Japanese soldiers wearing summer jumpsuits were denounced by the ground staff. They asked the other party to quickly prepare the next wave of 7.7mm machine gun bullets.

Although Yoshio Shinozuka asked the 29th Independent Flying Group to put safety first and not do anything too radical.

But it is obvious that these Japanese who have long forgotten that bombers are offensive weapons and fighter jets are only defensive and tactical support do not care whether the enemy can threaten them.

After all, past combat experience tells them that the chance of being shot down by a machine gun is very small. Akiyama Haruta's plane crash was just a joke in their eyes.

Suddenly, Masakawa Asakawa's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition. This feeling is like being bitten on the butt by that I-16.

The Army Aviation Major suppressed his uneasiness and looked up at the sky. Facts have proved that after staying on the battlefield for a long time, your intuition will be very sharp.

While he was still trying to analyze the flash of panic, all the searchlights and lights at the airport went out, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the distance.

At this time, no one thought that the airport would be attacked. After all, the airport was near Taiyuan. No matter how courageous the enemy is, they cannot run wild on the territory of the First Army Headquarters.

"Did you hear anything?"

After hearing their captain's words, the Japs stopped cursing the power system, and all fell silent and began to listen to the sudden sound.

The flight speed of the Min-20 82mm mortar shells is lower than the speed of sound. If the target is at the maximum range, it often has a reaction time of about two seconds.

When these Japs just realized what was about to happen, the shells in the sky had already landed on the tarmac area.

"Mortar!!"

Just three words, no need to say more, all the little days started to move.

The pilots ran towards their fighter jets with the weak illumination of the moonlight, while the ground crew pushed the trolleys and ran towards the underground bunkers.

It's a pity that their speed is too slow, even if they grow two more legs, it won't be enough.

The original seven mortar shells in the first wave were not recovered.

However, sometimes a good hit is worse than a good catch. On the way to evacuate, a ground crew member ran to a place only two meters away from the landing point.

Even more coincidentally, there was still half a barrel of unused aviation fuel on his trolley.

Nearly several dozen kilograms of fuel was instantly detonated and exploded into a beautiful fireball near the tarmac, which perfectly proved that explosion is art.

The first drop of blood appears!

When the Japs were about to approach their fighter jets by the light of the fire, the second and third waves of bombardment rained down justice one after another. Explosions, gunpowder smoke and wails once again filled the entire airport.

The cannonball that symbolizes death will not let someone go because of their status.

Both the ground crew and the pilots were like paper in front of the shrapnel, and they would die if they touched it.

A few shells even hit the oil depot, and the noise was so loud that residents in Taiyuan City could hear it. Fortunately, the enemy's ammunition depot was built underground, otherwise the entire airport would have been destroyed by a bomb.

The enemy's reaction was quite fast. Half a minute after the power was cut off, the Japanese Major in charge of airport defense rushed out of his lounge.

Looking at the Type 97 fighter jet struggling in the flames, Fujimoto Takeshi's legs softened and he almost stopped standing, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

He grabbed a running soldier and asked him to tell everyone to assemble!

At this moment, a squadron leader ran over and kept shouting on the way:

"Major! We were bombarded by unknown enemies!"

Looking at the useless subordinates in front of him, Fujimoto Takeshi felt like he was going to be pissed to death. The devil kicked the opponent in the stomach and yelled angrily.

"I'm not blind! Find the enemy's location quickly! Mortars can't hit you far! Search for me quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shell accurately hit a fighter jet that was preparing to take off. The fully loaded fuel tank and all weapons released huge energy.

Even other planes on the runway were affected, and the two closest ones were swallowed up by the explosion.

Since the destruction of Yangmingbao Airport, the Japanese have been upgrading their defense force at the airport. The three squadrons now are infantry drawn from the 33rd Division.

Although the shooting pits arranged by Wang Chengzhu temporarily blinded the enemy's eyes. But after careful observation by the Japanese on the sentry post, the position of the artillery company of the New Second Regiment was still exposed.

After receiving the intelligence, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi did not set off immediately because he was waiting for all the soldiers to gather.

In Shanxi Province, the enemy that can launch such an intense attack is either the Shanxi Suiyuan Army or the Central Army. The latter are now hiding in the Zhongtiao Mountain area, so the enemy to be faced must be the Shanxi Suiyuan Army.

The Eighth Route Army? Sorry, even if they are rich, they can't be so wasteful, and it is not within the scope of consideration.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the airport being bombarded.

The dense shells seemed to be free of charge, and the interval between one wave and another was no more than ten seconds. In just one minute, at least more than 100 shells were fired.

Although he had not participated in the Battle of Xinkou, it was well known that the infantry and artillery of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army were strong in close combat. If it were not for their insufficient air force, the eight artillery regiments would definitely cause a lot of damage to the brother country.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army had been planning to attack the airport for a long time, and there must be a lot of enemies on the opposite side. If they rushed out before all the troops were assembled, wouldn’t it be a tactic of adding fuel to the fire!

Looking at the soldiers of the three squadrons, they began to gather quickly under the leadership of the squadron leader. Fujimoto Tsuyoshi took a deep breath and prepared to order everyone to attack together.

The airport had been bombed beyond recognition. Just from what he saw, 7 fighter planes were destroyed by the enemy. And the remaining four were also riddled with holes, and it was questionable whether they could be repaired.

The runway and apron were no different from being scrapped. If these attackers could not be eliminated, his own commander would definitely not let him go.

"Leave a small team behind! After the enemy's bombardment ends, cooperate with the ground crew to rescue the scene."

"The rest of you, charge! If any enemy escapes, none of us will live to see tomorrow's sunrise!"

After all the orders were issued, Fujimoto Tsuyoshi immediately went into the communication room.

Since the airport is not far from Taiyuan, cutting off the telephone line will alert the enemy, so the devil can still contact the garrison in Taiyuan City.

In this situation, the loss has already occurred. If you don't report it in time, you will be courting death.

"The airport was attacked by the Shanxi Suiyuan Army! They have artillery! A large number of heavy artillery! We need support!"

"The enemy has at least two thousand people!"

In fact, it should be the Jinyan Army, after all, the Seventh Route and a Half has been working alone since 1938.