All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 285, the scene after the bombing

In less than 1 minute, Chen Hao threw three tons of shells on the Japanese army's heads as he promised.

The Japanese soldiers who experienced it first-hand had never seen it before.

The British had never seen it, and the cannon fodder of the expeditionary force had never seen it.

The original Japanese camp was fairly orderly. After 1 minutes of shelling, it cannot be said to be devastated, but it can only be said to be very tragic, like a bloodbathed slaughterhouse.

Take the surviving Japanese soldiers to recognize them, but they can't recognize them.

"Bad bastard, what is this?"

Bula's hand holding the gun was trembling and shocked.

Milong Gu's eyeballs almost popped out: "Oh my god! I'm scared to death, can this still be alive?"

There was almost no movement in the Japanese camp, and there were not a few figures moving around. If they were not dead, they must have been seriously injured.

Suppose, suppose it was they who were bombed.

Don't think about it, he must be dead, and he probably died a miserable death.

Seeing a red signal flare flying in the sky, Long Wenwen was the first to come back to his senses, and shouted at the crowd: "Don't be dazed, copy the guy for me!"

Shouting, he rushed out first.

The cannon fodder recovered from the shock of the explosion, seeing that the enemy was either dead or maimed, it was definitely a smooth battle.

There is nothing to hesitate, just follow along!

"Come on, kill the little devil!"

"Avenge your dead brothers!"

Shouting chaotic slogans, releasing the fear and aggrievedness in their hearts, the crowd rushed out in a disorderly swarm.

If this is a frontal attack on the Japanese army's position, it will be fatal to say it bluntly.

The machine gunner is ecstatic and can get a lot of kills.

But there was no warning, no bunker, and it was bombarded intensively even in sleep. There was no chance for anyone to react.

No matter how outstanding your ability is, no matter how high your military rank is, you will not escape death.

The rockets do not recognize people when they fall, but if you are lucky, you can survive the shelling.

However, he was also bewildered by the explosion, his head was filled with the buzzing sound of the explosion, and he couldn't even stand still when he got up from the ground.

Major Nobi is.

Lieutenant Furukawa, who threw him down, was sieved by the metal fragments of the rocket, and he was no longer breathing.

Shao Zuo wobbled unsteadily, using his saber on the ground as a crutch.

As he looked around, there were fallen corpses everywhere, big pits that had been blasted, and burning tent clothes.

Like what?

Major Nobi couldn't help thinking of the messy scene of the destroyed houses in the last Tokyo earthquake of magnitude [-].

Seems worse than that.

A few hundred meters away, the wave of the enemy's charge had already swept towards them.

In the current bad situation, how many people can stand up and block the enemy?
Major Nobi took a deep breath: "Pass my order, everyone will fight back on the spot, on the spot!"

Scattered soldiers who had recovered their strength got up and went to find their weapons.

The rifles are all put together, and there is not even a bayonet on him.

Nobi looked back and forth, he wanted to find a messenger to convey his order.

None of the orderlies, however, was standing.

I had no choice but to grab a soldier and order the other party to tell the first squadron leader to gather all the living people and build a line of defense.

Before he could finish speaking, the soldier suddenly vomited blood and fell down as if he had been shot.

After all, the major had seen the world before, the explosion just now was definitely caused by heavy artillery, and one could tell it was a shattered internal organ.

Faced with this situation, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "How can I be better than He De, the enemy actually used a heavy artillery regiment to attack my brigade?"

Just now 150 rockets, equivalent to a heavy artillery regiment, fired four salvos.

It is still understandable to use it in a battle of tens of thousands of people.

It was used to beat him with a battalion-level unit, or half an infantry brigade. Not to mention that the Japanese couldn't figure it out, the British who participated in the war couldn't figure it out either.

There are a total of two hundred people, how can He De have a heavy artillery regiment waiting for fire cover?

Not to mention that the British have never seen the world, never eaten pork, and have always heard of pigs running.

The second lieutenant of the British army who led his men to charge, set foot on the battlefield full of corpses, and couldn't help suspecting that he had come to the Somme River in World War I.

Tragic is the same similarity.

Before World War I, the rifles of all European countries were equipped with bayonets.

After Maxim showed his prowess, the bayonet could only be used to open cans.

The Brits did not expect that bayonets could be used to resolve battles on the East Asian battlefield.

What made them even more unexpected was that the density of artillery fire here could catch up with the European battlefield.

The Japanese soldier with a bayonet stabbed at the second lieutenant of the British army, and the second lieutenant used the middle of his rifle in a strange manner, finally parrying the fatal blow.

But what should I do next?
Since the First World War, the British army has not had assassination training, and there is not even a routine for retaliation.

Next to him appeared a naked Huaxia soldier holding a three-eighth cap that he had picked up, and the bayonet was aimed at the devil's waist and inserted down.

The devil who was in pain suddenly yelled, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Respond quickly on the battlefield, take a knife and aim at it."

The veteran gave an order, and then looked for the next target.

In his opinion, these devils are not at the same level as before, and they are courageous enough to kill the enemy even without formal training.

It's still because the artillery is strong enough.

If the artillery in the past was so powerful, they would have defeated the little devil long ago.

Long Wenwen was like the arrow of an arrow. With the first batch of recruited cannon fodder, he killed the Japanese camp in a short while.

The price paid was two thirty-round magazines.

I am not proficient in using the [-] automatic rifle, but it is really easy to use.

At present, there is no Japanese soldier who can fight Long Wenwen with a bayonet.

"Sir, look over there."

Not spicy pointing to the east, to remind Long Wenwen.

After all, not all Japanese soldiers died, and there were more survivors on the edge of the camp.

Four NO.50 people have gathered and are setting up machine guns to build a line of defense.

Once the enemy is allowed to breathe to gather more soldiers, the situation will be against them, and it is very likely that victory will turn defeat.

After all, the cannon fodder who has just been entangled for a day lacks grassroots organization.

It's okay to fight with the wind, but once you encounter difficulties, you will be defeated in minutes.

Long Wenwen immediately realized that this was the enemy they most needed to deal with right now: "Milong, not hot, Wang Bin, bring someone with me."

He beckoned to the people around him, and what he wanted at this moment was a fast word.

It is necessary to strike the enemy at the fastest speed and smash the possible resistance forces.

The cannon fodder had fought Long Wenwen twice, and they already had a tacit understanding, and they followed the call without hesitation.

Three classes form a triangular formation.

They rampaged in the Japanese camp, and killed all the Japanese soldiers who stood in front of them, killing a bloody path cleanly.

While they were relatively close, the gathered Japanese troops also spotted them.

"Fire!" Major Nobi ordered.

"Sir, it may be accidentally injured."

"Fire, shoot!"

Shao Zuo's voice was raised by an octave, and his words were full of decisiveness and cruelty.

At this time, how can I care about accidental injury or not accidental injury.

On the crude defensive front, the soldiers who heard the order pulled the triggers and fired, and the bullets flew out like raindrops.

The first to suffer were the comrades in the camp who approached them and ran to gather together.

The flying bullets passed through the bodies of those people to attack the enemies behind them.

Those who rushed behind the Japanese army were also shot and fell to the ground.

Long Wenwen rolled and fell to the ground, bullets hissed past him, this is the real battlefield of bullets.

　I took a day off last month and updated more than 170,000 words.

　　This month must be 18 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)