Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 471 Recently, I paid tea!
Under the control of the Japanese artillery, the muzzles of six 6mm heavy guns raised high towards the blocking position 150 kilometers away.

Yes, although what Tang Dao said earlier was to let the Japanese army be the instructors and teach the Chinese officers and soldiers to control the artillery, but the bottom line is this thing.
It's like a woman's underpants, even the thing has been torn off, so you can rub it if you want to.

When Tang Dao asked Tantai Mingyue to set up a camera and take a clear picture of a group of Japanese soldiers headed by Second Lieutenant Akiichi Komura standing in front of the 150 howitzer, the Japanese artillerymen were completely honest.

Chinese soldiers don't need fake hands, it's more convenient for them to do it themselves.

Seeing their hard work, Tang Dao even felt that it was a waste of manpower to arrange two sets of machine guns and an infantry squad to guard them in front of each cannon.

From Komura Mingichi's point of view, Tang Dao is a devil.

It was not because of the cold-blooded and merciless killing. The killing alone was not enough to make more than 100 artillerymen collectively succumb.

The most frightening thing about the devil is that it has completely grasped the hearts of the people. In the name of their parents and the nation, they swear to God that they will definitely let them leave this position. The hope for the Japanese artillerymen is second to none, but the preservation of their video data is a group of Japanese soldiers. The main reason why the soldiers dare not have the slightest playful mind.

They can artificially adjust the various units of the artillery, so that the friendly troops who are about to be shelled will not suffer so much loss, but the cold-blooded devil who is good at grasping people's hearts told them that he left artillery with field radio stations there. Observer, if the bombardment is not effective, the photos of everyone here will be published on the covers of major Chinese newspapers and magazines.

The names and positions of each of them will also be attached to each photo.

It's just too diabolical.

That means that the fate of all members of the artillery family of the more than 100 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade here is in his hands.

As for how Tang Dao obtained the information such as name and position, that is even more simple and rude.

In the end, they chose to surrender and the remaining 160 Japanese soldiers were asked to find acquaintances and form teams in twos. If no acquaintances were found, it would be a pity, as Tang Dao said, because God Amaterasu wanted him to be a companion.

The Japanese troops who formed the team were separated and asked to tell the names and positions of their companions as well as their own within 1 minute. One piece of information did not match, and both of them died.

Those who can speak Chinese naturally use Chinese, and those who cannot speak Chinese can only pray that the memory of the Chinese soldiers who are responsible for listening to them will not be biased.

Did you die in vain?Must have.

But there are still 106 Japanese artillerymen who are already like good babies.

However, leaving images and names and titles is not the main reason why this group of Japanese artillerymen headed by Second Lieutenant Akiichi Komura worked so hard.

Rather, the famous psychology of the abyss.

If the sea hunters at the beach catch crabs, they will definitely cover the bamboo baskets if they catch one crab, but they don’t need to cover them if there are a group of crabs.

Because one crab will climb up to escape, if there are two or more crabs, no matter which one just wants to climb up, the others will stretch out their crab claws and pull it down.

Crabs are like this, what about humans who are far more intelligent than them?The truth of the matter is, more than less.

For these Japanese artillerymen, it was no longer the Chinese with live ammunition beside them that caused them to fall into such a situation, but their former infantry colleagues.

It's not their incompetence, how did these noble technical arms fall to this point?Being slaughtered wantonly by the Chinese like chickens is not counted, and even the fate of the family is controlled by the Chinese.

We have degenerated and become traitors of the empire, so you incompetent people don't think about it, you are all rotten in the land of the Chinese people!
Standing tens of meters away in the dark wilderness, Komura Akiichi, who looked at the bright flames from a distance, even gave orders a little nervously because of his excitement. Thirty kilograms of shells were stuffed into the barrel of the gun, and the moment he excitedly pulled the bolt to shoot the shells out, even if Tang Dao studied psychology intensively, even if he was the instigator of all this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

The human heart is indeed the scariest thing in this world.

A slippery and warm little hand quietly clenched Tang Dao's thick palm.

Tang Dao turned his head sideways, and Tantai Mingyue, who stood beside him in the night wind, showed tenderness in his eyes.

Tang Dao's palm tightened, and he held Wen Nuan tightly.

His heart is also calmer than before.

No matter how difficult it is, because of my brother, because of her, I have to fight!

"Boom boom boom!" Under the control of the Japanese soldiers, the six heavy artillery continuously fired shells into distant areas in the night sky.

A man and a woman stood at the source of the deadly 'shooting star', looking up at the shooting star piercing the sky and rushing to the battlefield.

That is its destiny.

The life destroyed by it is also fate.

Standing side by side, men and women with hands clasped, because of love and because of comrades-in-arms, standing in the place where meteors originated, there is a silent tacit understanding.

She was telling him: You are the commander, and I will not distract you when you are fighting, but I want you to know that I will always be by your side until the end of my life.

He is also answering her: I will not die, neither will you, neither will we, nor will China.

The tenderness of a woman and the firmness of a man stand in the night wind of southeast China.

Erya, the signal soldier behind them, was full of joy on his face. It was the first time his ruthless officer on the battlefield had been so gentle. He would hold the woman's hand back, reminding the signal soldier that he was already a lieutenant colonel. , so far, he is just a young man in his early twenties.

Young people, of course, will rejoice in sweet love.

It's just that, except for the signal soldier himself, no one could see the slight loss in the signal soldier's lowered eyes.

Of course, the signal soldier who raised his head again, like his chief and Mingyue reporter, had joy in his eyes.

The six roaring heavy artillery also told all the soldiers of the advance regiment here that they could also send the Japanese to hell without using their chests and bodies to contend with the devastating Japanese artillery fire.

This kind of battle, ten or a hundred times will not be too many.

Before the battle started on the battlefield, Tang Dao set up a secret. The fire support company led by Pang Dahai not only used mortars and machine guns to provide fire support to the two guard battalions, they also took on the important task of observing the battlefield and calculating coordinates.

The position and distance of the captured artillery had been sent to Pang Dahai via the field radio station. Based on this, Pang Dahai, an experienced veteran artilleryman, had to calculate the relative coordinates of the Japanese army's position and then return to the headquarters of the Tangdao Advance Regiment.

Thanks to Pang Dahai, the old artilleryman, who is still alive, his experience made the calculated bombardment coordinates a lot worse, but at least it didn't cause the first round of artillery to fall on the Chinese position.

Even if all the defenders are huddled in the trenches at this moment, the power of the [-]-kilogram shells cannot be defended by just trenches.

The first round of shells also failed to land on the Japanese positions.

More than 18 shells fell two kilometers away from the left flanks of the positions of both sides.

Seeing the fireball soaring into the sky in the distance, Seto Nellie's face was three points uglier than the face of the deposed frontline commander Kanda Shochu at that moment.

The Chinese actually captured the heavy artillery of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade.

What's even more frightening is that they even tried to bombard themselves with this heavy artillery.

Fortunately, the artillery of the Chinese is not good enough, and it is almost one or two kilometers away.
'idiot!retreat! '

This was not shouted out by the wise and hardworking Chief of Staff of the 36th Infantry Brigade.

Instead, in a farmland where the shell test was deviated, the major infantry captain who was ordered to circle the left wing of the battlefield shouted out at the top of his lungs after watching a small unit guarding him be blown up to ashes by a heavy artillery shell.

Yes, the main Japanese position is safe and sound at the moment, but unfortunately, the Japanese infantry brigade with strong tactical execution just marched into that area.

18 shells, it was really not wasted at all, at least one infantry squadron was sent to drink tea with their favorite Amaterasu.

Amaterasukami
It's been a lot of tea lately!

"Missed! Misplaced!" Fat Dahai shouted at the telegraph operator in the trench, dancing around. "According to the coordinates I recalibrated, tell the battalion commander, all artillery, 6 rounds of rapid fire! Haha, blast to death!"

"Damn it, this fat guy is crazy! How many more times do you have to calibrate? 6 rounds now?" Lu Sanjiang's forehead was sweating, and he quietly stuffed his body into the trench again. Two lumps of cotton were pulled from the jacket to plug the ears.

Whether it was the deafening gunfire or the crazy yelling of Pang Haihai, he didn't want to hear it anymore.

The former listened to Fei'er, while the latter tired his heart.

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PS: Some book friends responded that the "Stairway" I recommended last time could not be searched. The author's name is 'Kunhua', and there is a 4000-order old book called 'The Golden Age'. If you want to read it, look for it.I wrote about love on the bloody battlefield, and she wrote about love in Sex and the City. The scenes are different, but sincere love is eternal!That's it.

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