All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 283, Three Tons of Shells

Long Wenwen stopped suddenly, turned off the flashlight, and made a gesture to stop advancing.

It was too dark, and the Milong who was following him didn't notice it at all, and almost bumped into him, and wondered why he turned off the flashlight.

"Shh, there are enemies."

Long Wenwen had no choice but to remind everyone softly.

Everyone in the front row skillfully made a posture of guard.

Milong got closer, and through the faint moonlight that was not covered by the shade of the trees, he saw Long Wenwen pursing his lips very seriously, and knew that something was wrong.

He swallowed, and put the muzzle of the machine gun forward.

"Fortunately, there is high technology, otherwise I would have to bump into it to find out." Long Wenwen secretly rejoiced.

In the infrared thermal imaging night vision device, three targets appeared, two on the ground and one on a tree.

With his vigilance, those on the ground may find that the ones on the trees are helpless.

This is not the most fatal.

Long Wenwen carefully climbed up the trees around him, observed from above, and found more outlines of heat sources.

The number looks like one or two hundred, not all of them.

According to this inference, the three discovered just now are at most the outer guard posts, two clear posts and one dark post.

If you really hit it head-on, the consequences are really unpredictable.

Coming down from the tree, Long Wenwen whispered to the crowd: "The rear team has changed to the front team, the action must be light and slow, and there must be no big disturbances."

Although the cannon fodder in the front row hadn't won many battles, they still had rich experience in the army.

Hearing what the officer said, he could immediately realize the seriousness of the matter, and no one would ask questions, let alone procrastinate.

Everyone moved swiftly and cautiously.

Withdrew 200 meters back.

Long Wenwen picked up the walkie-talkie and notified the situation to the back, letting Chen Hao make the decision.

Whether to fight or avoid, now he doesn't care.

"That's the airport, let me continue to investigate, we must find out how many little devils there are!"

Chen Hao threw down an order, leaned on the back of the driver's seat of the jeep, and scolded Long Wenwen in his heart.

It was also said earlier that he was smart, and he easily fooled hundreds of people.

How could such a smart person be so confused?

He didn't even figure out the enemy's intelligence, so let him make a decision.

It's a fucking war that kills people, it's not a child's play.

Of course, the more important thing is that the gang of cannon fodder under his hands is not a well-trained group, but a bunch of temporarily entangled cannon fodder.

If you lead them to fight smoothly, you have to worry about whether the car will overturn.

In case the enemy is too strong, not to mention fighting against the wind, even fighting in a stalemate, we must consider whether this group of people will fall apart.

Whenever Chen Hao encountered difficulties, he couldn't help but think of Li Yunlong and his independent group.

At this moment, if the cannon fodder under his hands were soldiers like the Independence Regiment, Chen Hao would have the guts to charge at the enemy, taking advantage of the darkness to disrupt them.

It made no difference at all whether the enemy was a battalion of infantry or a regiment of infantry.

The only end is to be defeated in the chaos.

Chen Hao believed very much in the bravery of the soldiers of the independent regiment and the organizational ability of the grassroots cadres. They didn't have to worry about it at all, they could cooperate and fight well by themselves.

I envy Lao Li for having such a good team!

Meng Fanle, who was on the co-pilot, heard the voice on the walkie-talkie, and he asked tentatively, "Sir, we found the little devil, shall we fight?"

He tried to observe Chen Hao's expression by the faint moonlight.

One leg is lame and still hurts, and Meng Fan is the last person to fight, because he must be the most difficult to run if he is defeated.

There was no expression on Chen Hao's face: "It must be beaten.

The airport is in front of it, and there are intact houses inside. The key is a large amount of material storage, which is very important to us.

The question now is how many enemies are there and how do we fight them? "

Meng got annoyed and his heart sank when he heard it. He could see that this officer was definitely a war madman, the kind that would itch all over his body if he didn't feel itchy in 1 minutes.

We can only hope that the enemy is not too strong, and we can win this time.

Waiting for news is exhausting.

Except for the first team led by Long Wenwen to reconnaissance, the rest gathered around Chen Hao, waiting for his order.

"How many defenders are there at the airport? Can they cooperate with us in combat?"

Chen Hao inquired about the airport situation with British Second Lieutenant Durovich while he was free.

The second lieutenant was very depressed when he learned that the airport was besieged by the Japanese army, and told him everything he knew.

Before he led a patrol and set off, there were more than [-] people at the airport.

These include ground staff, aircraft maintenance engineers, telecommunications soldiers, medical soldiers, cooks and other logistics personnel, adding up to more than 70.

There is only one reinforced company of fighters in the airport guard, about 130 people.

In addition to the conventional light and heavy machine guns, there is also a six-pound gun.

The artillery of the British Army in World War II was distinguished by "pounds", not by caliber, which is quite strange.

"Pound" is the unit of shell weight, such as 2-pound guns, 6-pound guns, 25-pound guns, etc.

Because at the beginning of the invention of artillery, it was a mortar without rifling, and most of the shells were spherical bullets and front charges, and the weight was relatively fixed.

However, the tolerance of the mortar caliber is relatively large. At that time, it made sense to use the weight of the shell to divide the artillery.

Now this is undoubtedly a little difficult to understand.

What is the caliber of a six-pounder?
The answer is 57 mm caliber, which is not as large as the [-] mm caliber of the Japanese [-] infantry gun.

For the seventeen-pound gun, the weight of the shell has nearly tripled, and the caliber is only 76 mm.

The heavier 25-pound gun has an actual caliber of 87, which doesn't even reach [-]mm.

After Chen Hao figured it out, he was undoubtedly a little disappointed.

It sounded like that at first, but I didn't expect it to be so fancy but not useful.

However, he didn't expect the British to have good artillery, and the artillery was within 120 mm caliber.

The Type [-] rocket launcher stood up and said arrogantly: I am not targeting anyone, I mean everyone here is rubbish.

Regardless of the portability, difficulty of operation, or the density of firepower per unit time.

The Type [-] rocket launcher was completely hoisted.

Chen Hao prepared ten rocket launchers in his hands, and the firepower reached the standard of an artillery division. He didn't care about the fire support that the six-pound cannon could provide.

Then there is no need to contact the British guy at the airport to cooperate.

With the ability of those "gentlemen", it would be nice not to help.

After waiting for a long time, Long Wenwen finally came back with the news. Looking at the heavy faces of the people he brought back, he knew it must be bad news.

Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, everyone was startled.

"The Japanese army besieging the airport should have an infantry brigade."

Those who know a little bit about the Japanese army will know that the infantry brigade is a battalion-level unit of the Japanese army, with as few as six or seven hundred people and as many as a thousand or so.

No matter what size it is, it is much more than their number.

Meng Fan was reluctant in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He knew that there would always be people who couldn't hold back.

Sure enough, the second lieutenant of the 22nd Division who had just been recruited immediately said:
"There is absolutely no way to beat it. If you want to beat it, you are hitting an egg with a rock. You have to smash all these people."

Chen Hao scolded furiously: "Shut up, listen to him first."

Long Wenwen's report is like a few treasures: "There is good news that the Japanese army should divide its forces.

According to the investigation situation, there are about more than 500 enemies.

Specifically, there are brigade headquarters, two infantry squadrons, one machine gun squadron, two [-] infantry guns, and a small-caliber artillery. "

He had learned his lesson, and his intelligence investigation was extremely detailed.

Coupled with the existence of night vision devices and some inferences from experience, the overall establishment of the Japanese army is basically listed.

Chen Hao nodded slightly in appreciation, and was very satisfied with the results of Long Wenwen's reconnaissance.

In his mind, he thought about the power he could use if he fought.

There is less than one platoon of British guys acting together, and there is no shortage of combat ability and combat skills. The key is the lack of fighting will, and the key is not to be expected.

The more than No. 22 people from the 70nd Division are cannon fodder.

The Sichuan army soldiers who came with them didn't even have weapons, let alone.

The more than No. 40 rescued in the valley was also pure cannon fodder.

After many calculations, the only one that Chen Hao could trust was Mi Long and others who were rescued from the warehouse of the British army at the beginning.

At least they had a smooth battle with him, showing their courage as soldiers.

Of course, expecting them to fight tough battles is purely a dream come true.

From Long Wenwen's mouth, I learned that the Japanese army built a circular fortification around the open area at the foot of the airport mountain, and there were not too many trees to cover it.

Chen Hao figured that he could use ten rocket launchers to give the devil 120 rockets in one breath.

A real man with a maximum of 1 minutes can definitely beat devils into a daze.

The British army at the airport had only one gun, lacking the need for anti-aircraft artillery, the Japanese army would not have built a deep anti-aircraft bunker.

With such dense rockets, the anti-aircraft is not timely, and more than half of the casualties are definitely not negotiable.

But even so, the combat capability of the cannon fodder in hand is worrying, and it may not be able to wipe out the remaining Japanese troops.

Chen Hao asked Long Wenwen: "One minute, I let the little devil suffer from three tons of shells. The Japanese army suffered more than half of the casualties at the beginning. Are you sure that you will lead the team to wipe out the remnants of the enemy?"

A rocket weighs 120 pounds, and [-] rounds add up to [-] tons.

Rounding up, there is nothing wrong with three tons of shells.

"Really that strong firepower?" Long Wenwen's first reaction was to pick out his ears, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

How can three tons of artillery shells fall on the enemy's head in 1 minutes?

Maybe one shell weighs one ton, and then three cannons?
Anyway, it is a large-caliber artillery regiment, and the whole regiment has to cooperate closely and bombard it for 1 minute.

He didn't quite believe it.

"Did you forget what happened in the afternoon?" Chen Hao raised his eyebrows to remind him.

Anyway, the reason is given, as to whether it works or not, that is someone else's business.

Long Wenwen scratched his messy hair, feeling very tangled in his heart.He didn't know whether to believe it or not.

It is impossible to talk about science, unless you talk about metaphysics and believe that it is magic.

But the key spell, it can't make guns and cannons

It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but now that the life and death of the little two hundred people are at stake, Long Wenwen has to be cautious when making a decision.

Chen Hao discussed with Long Wenwen and did not hide it from others.

Hearing that he was going to fight again, the faces of the people around were all different.

The group of Milong, Bula and Wang Bin witnessed the Japanese army under the raging artillery fire, and they believed in the commander's ability very much.

I even looked forward to it, what a spectacular scene it would be for three tons of shells to fall?
Those rescued in the valley were a little less confident.

After all, there are more enemies this time, and last time they did not personally participate in that battle, they lacked the sense of participation and the confidence built up after victory.

The most confused and frightened people were those who were fooled by Long Wenwen.

Especially the second lieutenant, who looked at everyone as if he was looking at a fool, and threw three tons of shells on the top of the Japanese army for 1 minute.

Do you know how many rounds there are in three tons of shells?
The national army is equipped with the most [-]mm mortars, and a round of shells weighs [-] catties.

On that basis, about 450 rounds are required.

The maximum rate of fire of the mortar is 1 rounds in 25 minute, and it takes eighteen mortars to fire without stopping for one second to do it.

How can there be eighteen mortar squads and three tons of shells here?

Bragging is not such a bragging.

He is very sensible, he didn't dare to contradict the officer again, no one else would say anything, so why should he be that villain.

Of course, the premise is not to send them to die, otherwise he would rather take the risk to contradict the chief.

The emperor's new clothes were completely punctured.

Long Wenwen thought for a while and finally gave the answer: "The shells are like last time, and the enemy's station can't stand still, so it's not a big problem.

Even if it is impossible to completely wipe out everyone, it will definitely be possible to completely defeat the Japanese army. "

Regarding the combat capabilities of the cannon fodder, Long Wenwen knew better than Chen Hao, and Chen Hao chose to believe him.

"Then it's settled. Now I'll appoint you as the acting battalion commander. The commander will organize all the personnel and prepare to enter the field to clear up the corn harvesting plan."

Chen Hao patted Long Wenwen on the shoulder, and drew a big cake casually.

Acting battalion commander, whether the word "acting" can be removed depends on Long Wenwen's performance.

With a simple hint, Long Wenwen can figure it out immediately after using one of his hundred minds, and immediately promise to complete the task seriously.

The two made a decision to attack in a few words.

Some people supported it enthusiastically, some people felt cold and had half a headache, and some people were frightened and quickly stood up to oppose it.

"This is not a joke, is it? The officer said that with three tons of shells, I will settle accounts for you..."

The second lieutenant told everyone what he had been pondering just now, and those who came with him were greatly shocked.

They believed in the second lieutenant's judgment, and naturally regarded Chen Hao as the kind of officer in the national army who generally talked big.

Look at the posture of them holding their guns tightly, perhaps as long as someone raises their arms and shouts, they will rebel against the stunned officer and directly revolt and throw down the pick.

Those who have seen it, naturally believe in the officer Chen Hao.

The two sides were divided into two factions, and the tension of swords seemed to cause a split.

Long Wenwen hopped and scolded: "Idiot, do you think you are the only smart person and we are all idiots?
Whether there are three tons of shells, you can definitely watch before attacking.

None of us would be so foolish as to charge against a well-established Japanese position without the slightest artillery cover and suppression. "

Everyone looked at him mockingly like a fool laughing.

smart people?
No, sometimes I just think I'm smart, and there's a word to describe it called pretending to be smart.

The people present should not be new recruits, and they were fooled by a patriotic slogan to charge the enemy, which basically did not exist.

Even if the guns of the supervising team behind are pointed, the veterans can paddle.

With rich experience, if it is really a mission to send death, let's see which one will send him to death?

Damn, no one is watching, so you have to use your traditional arts skills to get away.

After being reminded, after thinking about it, the second lieutenant blushed in embarrassment, wishing he could dig a hole and dive right in.

Long Wenwen didn't take it seriously at all, and greeted the platoon leaders of each squad, and he wanted to arrange the next combat mission.

(End of this chapter)