Chapter 157 Damn, why is there only half of the building left? (Second update!)
What would it look like to see three hundred heavy artillery pieces lined up in a row?
It stretches for thousands of meters.

At least, when Zhu Maoqin looked at the endless heavy artillery positions, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

I’m afraid that even a US division doesn’t have so many heavy artillery pieces?
Do not!
At least three divisions!

For a moment, Zhu Maoqin suddenly felt that his job as the commander of the artillery regiment was quite boring.

Little did he know that the adjutant next to him was not much better than him.

"With so many heavy artillery pieces, how many shells can be fired in this salvo?" The adjutant, who had never seen the world, looked at the heavy artillery pieces in front of him and asked a question that made Zhu Maoqin feel extremely embarrassed.

"It should be about ten tons." Krupp made a simple estimate and said something that shocked the adjutant.

More than a dozen tons of artillery shells?
It was just one salvo!
Gudong!

The adjutant couldn't help swallowing.

This is really scary.

More than ten tons of artillery shells are enough for their artillery regiment to fight a luxurious battle.

The result here is just the amount of ammunition for one salvo.

Can't compare, can't compare.

Zhu Maoqin rolled his eyes at his adjutant, then looked at Krupp and asked.

"Captain Shi, how are you going to fight?"

"Captain Zhu, you are too polite. Just call me Krupp. It sounds nicer." Krupp said with a silly smile.

"The commander's intention is to bomb Lashio into ruins as quickly as possible, so as not to give the Japanese any chance to engage in street fighting."

"So, I decided to line up in a row and bombard the Japanese positions in the most direct way."

Fine!

Although the tactics are dull, the effect is still very strong.

What's more, this is their home court, so it's not easy for him to express his opinion.

Although he is in control of the overall situation, such words are enough for you to just listen to.

The artillery and shells all belong to others, and I am just here to provide support.

"Captain Zhu, do you have any suggestions?" Krupp asked again.

"Let's do as you say. It's simple and convenient. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome just to set up a few artillery positions." Zhu Maoqin thought about it and decided that the Sichuan Army Corps currently had the advantage, so there was no need to come up with any tactics.

If Cun Yun was born here, he would definitely say something.

If you are poor, you will be interspersed with tactics; if you are rich, you will be bombarded by me.

The Sichuan Army is so heroic now!

"In that case, let's make the arrangements. In an hour, be ready to fire a volley. The target is Lashio City. There is no specific target." Krupp said.

"Okay, let's do it." Zhu Maoqin nodded, then picked up the phone and asked the artillerymen to immediately push the artillery into the position.

On the other side, in Lashio City, Watanabe Masao stared at the map, trying to find a way to resolve the current crisis, but after looking for a long time, he found nothing.

Unless he withdraws the Takeuchi Regiment and the 56th Search Regiment, there is still hope of stopping the attack of the Sichuan Army.

However, he could not guarantee whether the defenders in southwestern Yunnan would take advantage of the situation to launch an attack.

So now he can only hold on.

Fortunately, the Sichuan Army outside the city has been temporarily quiet in the past two days.

Perhaps due to the intensity of the previous attack, the logistics could not keep up. Ammunition should be replenished in the next two days. I believe that within a few days, they will definitely launch another attack.

At the same time, he remembered that the fighter planes sent by the military had been shot down and two of them had fled.

This completely shattered the air force that he had placed high hopes on.

In other words, Lashio is now truly in a dead end.

So all he had left was either to wait for death or to retreat eastward to Toshiba or Nansang areas.

But this means the complete abandonment of the entire northern Myanmar.

Sooner or later, the two squadrons will be trapped.

"Is there no movement from the Sichuan Army yet?"

"No, they stopped the attack after they took the second line of defense. Now for the third line of defense, we have recruited more than 10,000 natives, including more than 1,000 Chinese." The chief of staff's words gave Watanabe Masao some comfort.

"Let the frontline troops step up their alert to prevent a sudden attack by the Sichuan Army Corps." Watanabe Masao emphasized again.

"Also, we must hurry up to build the fortifications in the city, especially the buildings in the city. If we can't hold the third line of defense, we will fight street battles with the Sichuan Army and make sure to hold them back."

"The reinforcements that were dragged to Mandalay attacked Hsipaw. As long as Hsipaw was attacked, the Sichuan Army would definitely withdraw."

Overall, there doesn't seem to be any problem.

Xibu’s call for emergency meant that the Sichuan Army had lost its retreat. If they didn’t want to be annihilated, they could only hide in the woods.

That's when they'll chase after each other.

However, he was thinking too beautifully.

The Japanese troops in Mandalay had been marching for three days, but they had not yet left Mandel twenty kilometers.

reason!

Nature is very simple.

That was the Eighth Division of the Independent Volunteer Army led by Long Wenjian, which began harassing the Japanese army from the moment they left the city.

First they dug up the roads and railways, then laid mines on the roads.

At the same time, people kept firing cold guns and cold artillery, and the Japanese army suffered heavy losses for a time.

Therefore, the support that Watanabe Masao expects is unlikely to appear in a short period of time.

"Ha Yi." The chief of staff responded.

On the front line, the Japanese soldiers and the conscripted natives huddled in bunkers, holding their rifles. They dared not show their heads at all.

As long as they were discovered by the Sichuan Army in the distance, they would be greeted by a barrage of artillery shells.

So everyone learned their lesson and huddled in the bunkers, refusing to show up.

Although the Sichuan Army's heavy artillery left a deep shadow on the Japanese army, they believed that as long as the reinforcements captured Hsipak, the Sichuan Army would retreat.

Then they can take advantage of the situation and attack!
This is the reason why the morale of the Japanese troops in Lashio City has not collapsed.

"Baga, the Sichuan Army will definitely not be able to hold on. We have plenty of ammunition and a steady stream of reinforcements. As time goes on without supplies, they will sooner or later be wiped out by us." On the battlefield, a Japanese captain waved his fist at a native and kept roaring.

Most of the natives could not understand what the officer was saying.

But the Japanese soldiers around them kept shouting "Get on board!"

This loud cheering made many natives feel that victory might come soon.

At this time, the artillery position of the Sichuan Army.

The artillerymen are ready and waiting for the final order.

"Report, the artillery group is ready and can fire at any time." A lieutenant officer walked into the command center and reported to Cun Yunsheng.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng nodded, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Finally done."

"Then fire."

"Yes."

Following the order, the artillery group, which had been waiting impatiently, let out a deafening explosion.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army subconsciously raised their heads throughout the battlefield.

They can swear!

This was definitely the most spectacular fireworks they had ever seen in their lives.

The entire sky seemed to be surrounded by a sea of ​​fire!
The shells passed through the Sichuan Army's positions at an extremely fast speed and flew towards Lashio City.

The Japanese officer who was boosting morale saw his subordinates in a daze. He followed their gaze and saw dense fireballs appearing in the sky.

The whole person was shocked instantly. "Eight..."

The word "Ka" was not uttered.

A heavy artillery shell fell.

boom!
A crater as big as half a basketball court instantly submerged the place where he had just been.

Boom boom boom!
Some Japanese soldiers who reacted were still thinking about rushing to the nearest air-raid shelter.

But all this no longer makes any sense.

The overwhelming artillery shells were like a rain of death!
Japanese troops and natives fell on the battlefield.

The Japanese sentry in the city far away looked at the hellish scene in horror and was speechless for a moment.

The flames of the explosion covered every inch of the position, like plowing the land, crushing the Japanese army's third line of defense.

All kinds of limbs and arms were blown away, and the rifles were blown into wood chips.

The original trenches had been destroyed beyond recognition.

You can't even tell what it originally looked like.

Unfortunately, this is not the end, but just the beginning.

Artillery shells kept rising into the air and then falling to the ground, hitting the Japanese positions.

Faced with such horrific artillery fire, even the Japanese army with high morale could only flee in panic.

The natives were so scared that they ran around everywhere.

Unfortunately it's useless!
Either they were killed on the spot or they were blown to death by the shock wave and bled from all seven orifices.

Watanabe Masao in Lashio City was also stunned by the explosion.

How many heavy artillery did the Sichuan Army use?

This density is obviously several times stronger than before.

Where on earth did they get so many artillery pieces?
boom!
boom!
boom!
The shells plowed the ground, blasting the third line of defense into pieces and began to extend into the city.

A large number of civilian buildings were blown down, and many Japanese soldiers who did not have time to escape were buried alive.

"What? My plan for street fighting is gone just like that?" Watanabe Masao was no fool. When he heard the explosions in the city getting louder and louder, he realized that the Sichuan Army had no intention of engaging in street fighting with him.

"No, they definitely don't have that many shells." Watanabe Masao yelled madly, unwilling to believe that his carefully crafted plan was ruined.

But reality made him realize once again that it was just his wishful thinking.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour with no sign of abating.

More and more buildings collapsed in the city.

Even his headquarters had to retreat further north to avoid being hit by artillery shells.

"Where did the Sichuan Army get so many heavy artillery? There are at least two or three hundred of them." At this time, Watanabe Masao finally woke up and roared like a mad beast.

Unfortunately, no one could answer him.

In other words, everyone guessed the answer, which is that it was supported by the US military.

"Your Excellency the Division Commander, we must make a decision." The chief of staff said bitterly.

"Baga..." At this moment, Watanabe Masao no longer had his previous arrogance.

In just a short while, his men suffered heavy losses.

The third line of defense was basically completely destroyed, the southern city wall was also blown up, and the street fighting that had been highly anticipated was also gone.

The original plan to use the natives to consume the Sichuan Army's artillery shells now seems to be an overthinking.

A single shell from a heavy artillery shell creates a crater as large as half a basketball court, and the killing radius of the shock wave is usually between 30 and 60 meters.

All soldiers within this range will be shocked and bleed from all seven orifices.

Those who were unlucky were killed on the spot.

If you are lucky, your internal organs will be shattered, but you won't survive for long.

Even if you can survive at that time, you will not survive if the shell hits again the next second.

In other words, the Sichuan Army was determined to use artillery shells to exchange for lives.

It depends on which side can't hold on first.

At present, it seems that the Japanese army can no longer hold on.

"Report the situation here to the military immediately and tell them that without support, Lashio City will fall and the 56th Division will no longer exist." Watanabe Masao closed his eyes and said in pain.

"Yes." The chief of staff responded immediately.

On the battlefield, Zhu Maoqin looked at the dwindling number of shells and the mountains of ammunition boxes nearby, and muttered in pain.

"It's such a waste, such a waste, why don't you stop?"

"Krupp, why don't you stop? The brothers can hardly lift their arms."

Hearing this, Krupp spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Don't ask me, if the regiment commander didn't give the order to stop the shelling, who would dare to stop?"

"Why don't you call the regiment commander and ask him to stop the shelling?"

Hearing this, Zhu Maoqin rolled his eyes and said, "You don't dare to ask, and you want me to ask?"
Besides, how can I ask?
Say it’s too luxurious?
Can't be so wasteful?

Stop first?

Just one word from others can make him speechless.

"Captain Zhu, don't feel bad. These shells were all destroyed by the Americans. Why are you worrying about that? Besides, we have to return the heavy artillery to the Americans this time."

"Don't feel bad. Follow the commander's orders and just scrap it and recast it," Krupp explained with a smile.

Return it to Stilwell?
Cun Yunsheng would never do such a thing.

After all, now that it's in his hands, it's absolutely impossible to return it.

So his order to Krupp was not to worry about the loss of artillery and to keep firing until it was scrapped.

He didn't believe it. Did Stilwell still care about those scraps of metal?

The US military may not care, but the Sichuan Army does.

The steel plant that was built secretly is in dire need of scrap iron.

The steel used to make heavy artillery like this is of the highest quality.

It is used to make iron pots, iron knives, farm tools, etc. It is definitely a magical weapon.

Anyway, just focus on one and you won’t lose anything.

"It's such a waste, really a waste. As long as these heavy artillery are properly maintained, they can be used for a long time." Zhu Maoqin felt even more distressed after hearing Krupp's words.

Krupp had long been numb. If it were at the beginning, he might have been like Zhu Maoqin, muttering what a pity it was.

Now he is no longer troubled by any waves.

Aren’t they just some heavy artillery?

A piece of cake!
He is now particularly looking forward to the self-propelled howitzer mentioned by the regiment commander.

He already had a low opinion of this towed artillery.

Looking at Krupp's expression, Zhu Maoqin could only sigh in his heart.

Damn it!
Who is the ragtag army after all?
For a moment, Zhu Maoqin even thought that he might as well do it here.

It’s okay to be a battalion commander of an artillery battalion!
It's a pleasure to be able to command so many heavy artillery.

"Report, there are not many shells left." He felt relieved after hearing the report, but the next second, the phone rang again.

"Krupp, I heard that you don't have many shells left, so I sent 20 more trucks. You are not allowed to eat until the bombing is finished today. And damn, half of the buildings in the city have not been blown up yet. Didn't you have enough to eat?"

The voice on the other end of the phone almost made Zhu Maoqin faint.

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