Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2363 Artillery attack on the Japanese mechanized corps!

"fire!"

Ma Ping'an's voice penetrated the smoke of the battlefield, like a thunderclap, stirring up layers of fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

As his powerful command came down, the originally silent city wall suddenly seemed to be an awakened beast, roaring and spitting out deadly flames.

Dozens of mortars emitted deafening roars at the same time, and dazzling flames spewed out from the muzzles, cutting through the gray sky and tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The shells, with long tails of flame, cut through the sky with unstoppable force and whistled towards the Japanese and puppet army positions west of Shitou City.

Each shell was like a kiss of death, landing precisely in the enemy's dense marching formation, causing a series of deafening explosions.

The huge impact force threw dirt, gravel and enemy limbs into the air, and then slammed them back to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

The mixture of gunpowder smoke and soot obscured the sky and blurred people's vision, whether it was the guerrillas or the Japanese puppet troops.

The Gobi Desert where the Japanese and puppet troops were marching was instantly engulfed in flames and smoke. The Japanese and puppet troops struggled, screamed, and broke apart in the artillery fire. Their originally neat marching formation became chaotic, with horses and soldiers mixed together and fleeing in all directions.

The Japanese officer was still giving orders loudly, but the continuous artillery fire was enough to drown out all other sounds.

The Japanese and puppet troops were completely disrupted, and in panic, they fled in all directions in the smoke and dust.

In the Stone City, Ma Ping'an used a telescope to see the terrified and desperate faces after the setting sun penetrated the dust and smoke of the explosion, as well as the mess and bloody corpses on the ground, and he smiled with relief.

Although this round of shelling only caused more than twenty casualties to the Japanese, it was also a comfort to the heroic souls who died in the Stone City.

"Keep bombarding, and bomb these Japanese and puppet troops so hard that their mothers won't even recognize them!"

Ma Ping'an continued to give orders, demanding that these Japanese and puppet troops be completely defeated.

boom! Boom boom!

Under Ma Ping'an's command, eight mortars roared again in succession.

Artillery fire poured down like a rainstorm, covering every corner where the Japanese and puppet troops fled.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the flames of artillery fire intertwined, dyeing the entire battlefield into a blood-red purgatory.

There were flames shooting up into the sky and smoke everywhere under the Stone City. The Japanese and puppet troops were powerless to fight back under the bombardment and could only flee blindly, trying to escape this land of death.

Ma Ping'an stood on the city wall, looking at the shrinking enemy group below, with an indescribable feeling of pride and heroism welling up in his heart.

He knew that every gunshot was the best consolation to the heroic souls who died under the Stone City.

"Brothers, have a safe journey. These cannon shots are your farewell!"

Ma Ping'an looked up and sighed, gazing at the sky.

And there, it seemed as if there were guerrillas, some whose names he could call out and some whose names he could not, who were waving at him with a smile.

Ma Ping'an didn't know how many times he had seen such a scene.

Two lines of tears flowed involuntarily from the corners of his eyes.

He wiped it off quickly, because he was the leader of the guerrillas, and he couldn't let the soldiers see his sentimental side.

Because this battle is not over, it has just begun.

The bombardment lasted for several minutes, but it seemed as long as a century.

During this short period of time, the Japanese and puppet troops west of Shitou City experienced a huge change from life to death. Their morale had dropped to the lowest point, and they had no intention of sending more troops to Shitou City. Those who were still alive and able to move fled westward in panic, leaving behind corpses all over the ground. Boom! Boom!

However, at this time, the bombardment on the east side of the city wall also began, and this bombardment was even more terrifying.

Four mountain cannons were launching indiscriminate bombardment at the Japanese mechanized infantry regiment!

The huge roar seemed to tear the sky apart, and the deafening artillery sound echoed in the Gobi Desert for a long time. Compared with the previous artillery bombardment, this roar was deeper and more shocking.

Four large-caliber mountain cannons roared, turning the long-accumulated anger into rays of death, pointing directly at the arrogant Japanese mechanized infantry regiment.

The moment the shell hit the ground, time seemed to freeze.

There was a brief silence at first, and then there was an earth-shaking explosion, as if the whole world was shaking.

The shock wave generated by the explosion swept in like a tsunami, compressing and distorting the surrounding air, forming gusts of wind visible to the naked eye.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. The black smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun, interweaving with the afterglow of the setting sun, forming a tragic and magnificent picture.

The position of the Japanese mechanized infantry regiment instantly turned into a living hell.

The armored vehicles seemed so fragile in front of these large-caliber mountain artillery. Their armor was like paper and was easily torn by the shells.

The fragments produced by the explosion flew everywhere, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the devils.

The Japanese infantry were in an even more horrible state. They were thrown into the air by the blast, like kites with broken strings, and then fell heavily to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The wailing and cries for help came one after another, but they were drowned out by the roar of artillery fire.

"Keep firing, don't stop, use up all the shells."

Duanwu issued orders to fire continuously.

Although he liked this large-caliber mountain cannon, he couldn't take it away.

If they were pulled, their marching speed would be greatly slowed down.

The road ahead is full of unknowns. Duanwu must ensure that the troops' marching speed is not caught up by the Japanese pursuers.

As Duanwu's order was issued, the soldiers carried out continuous and carpet-style bombardment on the Japanese mechanized corps.

The shells poured down like raindrops, and the entire sky was filled with fire and smoke.

The huge power generated by the explosion overturned the Japanese tanks and buried the infantry.

In the flames, the Japanese mechanized corps seemed to be trapped in an endless sea of ​​fire, unable to escape or resist.

This carpet-style, uninterrupted bombardment made the Japanese army feel unprecedented pressure and fear.

Their tanks and troop carriers were destroyed one after another, and the infantry were forced to hide behind the destroyed or undestroyed tanks and trucks, seeking a tiny bit of shelter.

However, these efforts were in vain. The artillery fire was like the wrath of death, ruthlessly reaping their lives.

Duanwu stood on the city wall, looking at the Japanese mechanized corps below which was surrounded by artillery fire, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

  This bombardment not only disrupted the Japanese interception plan, but also killed at least one-third, or even more, of the Japanese soldiers under the mountain artillery!

Of course, as Ma Pingan lamented, this battle is not over, but has just begun!