The Rise of the God of War

The heavy artillery gave you such a bombardment, and then rushed up to break your position before you could react, what can you do?

"Master seat!"

"Okay! Don't talk anymore! Let the brothers put down their weapons! Don't kill your life in vain. Now our army is no longer their opponent."

Lu Yinglin understood that he wanted to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

You can only rely on the position.

But now that the position is broken, and the number of our own side is not dominant, it is really impossible to drive them out of the position.

His remaining four infantry battalions, two in Duanjiapu Township and two here.

Then the pistol battalion was sent here by him, and there were also some baggage soldiers and so on.

They were all sent here.

But even so, in terms of numbers, they have no advantage.

Others' army of more than [-] people is not vegetarian.

Although due to terrain factors, others did not send up at once, but it does not mean that others will not be sent up later.

In Han Ling's temporary headquarters

"Commander! The frontline troops have sent a telegram that Lu Yinglin's 44th Division has surrendered."

Huang Kelin handed a telegram to Han Ling and said.

"Surrender?"

Han Ling raised his eyebrows, then took the message and began to read it.

As expected, this is a telegram from the Second Regiment.

It said that Lu Yinglin had surrendered.

"Very good! Disarm me with all their troops. In addition, bring Lu Yinglin and all their division staff down!"

Now that you have won, there is nothing to say.

"Yes!"

"Lu Yinglin, the commander of the 44th Division, has seen Marshal Han!"

Lu Yinglin stood in front of Han Ling, looking at Han Ling with no expression on his face.

"Hehe! You actually blocked me here for a day and a half!"

Looking at Lu Yinglin in front of him, Han Ling couldn't help chuckling.

Already thirty-six years old, Lu Yinglin is at the most energetic time in his life.

A face that looks a little serious, looks very in line with the temperament of a soldier.

"Don't dare!"

Lu Yinglin replied two words.

"How are their personnel and equipment received?"

Han Ling didn't say anything else, turned around and looked at Zheng Daxing who escorted Lu Yinglin over and said.

"Commander! We are receiving them, including thirty-six [-]mm field guns from their field artillery regiment!"

"Oh? Are there seven or five millimeter field guns? How many base artillery regiments are there?"

Now Han Ling showed interest.

"It's still being received, it's not clear yet!"

Zheng Daxing really didn't know, they had just received it, and they hadn't counted these things yet.

Han Ling didn't ask Zheng Daxing again, but turned his attention to Lu Yinglin.

The meaning is very clear, in the infantry regiment, Lu Yinglin may not know the specific ammunition.

But for a unit like the Field Artillery Regiment, he should know how many base artillery regiments there are.

"There are only five base shells!"

Lu Yinglin understood what Han Ling meant.

Although he didn't want to say it, he also understood that it was not a question of whether he wanted to say it or not.

A prisoner must have the consciousness of a prisoner.

"Five bases?"

Han Ling was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect such a small amount of shells.

Although the base number of shells in each country is different, it is different due to reasons such as the caliber of the artillery.

But I also know that no matter how surprised I am, there will be no difference of a few hundred coins.

Five bases are indeed not many.

"Zheng Daxing, I will give you a task, you send a company of soldiers to gather their artillery for me.