Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Before dawn, the artillery positions of the First Division of the Shandong Provincial Military Region were like a giant beast about to hunt. The gunners went into battle in single clothing, sweat and gunpowder residue splashing freely in the darkness.

After more than ten minutes of preparation and deployment, hundreds of artillery pieces of various calibers, whose camouflage had been removed, pointed their barrels at the Japanese positions on Maoling Mountain and Yanchi Mountain.

Such abundant firepower has made many local soldiers eager to get ready.

After all, the last time such a big scene happened in Quancheng was during the Beiyang period when the three unknowns bombarded the Dragon King.

"Attention, everyone! Azimuth 1920, range 9400, charge , fuse instant!"

"Everyone, get ready!"

"put!"

With a shrill whistle, the first salvo of fire tore through the darkness, and the shells swarmed towards the hill where the Japanese troops were entrenched like a swarm of wasps and hornets.

Looking at the churning explosion points in the telescope, the artillery commander sneered and wiped the mud from his forehead, then continued to give orders:
"Effective fire! Cover the target!"

"Repeat the salvo, fire!"

"Little devils, please accept the gifts that the soldiers and civilians of Shandong Province have prepared for you!"

With the coordinated efforts of commanders and observers, the firing rate of the M1935B was almost reduced to the limit of 12 rounds per minute, and the 105mm shell casings piled up into a mountain on the spot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fine wine in the luminous cup, you fly with the bunker.

On the top of Maoling Mountain, the civil engineering works that the Japanese had spent a lot of time and energy to build were directly destroyed on the spot, and the communication trenches were twisted into intermittent gullies in the explosion.

A team of Japanese troops was crouching and rushing to the front line, but the next second they were swept by 105mm high-explosive bomb fragments.

Their bodies exploded like ripe watermelons, their intestines hung on the charred wire mesh and swayed with the shock wave, and the mud wrapped around the stumps and splattered in all directions.

Don’t laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield, this is a wheeled self-propelled rocket launcher.

As if to add to the fun and to implement the superior's order to make a big move, the Red Arrow Rocket Artillery Battalion hidden in the darkness decisively joined the battle.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Within 120 seconds, 10 rails poured out all the 122mm rockets, and the tail flames even dyed the originally dark night sky into a blood-red color.

The first wave of barrage instantly covered the entire frontline position, and the exploding fireballs turned Maoling Mountain into a sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, the slightly poor dispersion of the red sun turned out to be an advantage. After all, there were no civilians on the mountain, so even if the missile flew crookedly, it would still be able to hit the enemy.

When autumn comes, on September 8th, heavy artillery will fire one after another.

Although the lethality and destructive power of the 105 howitzers and 122mm guns are not weak, they still have some difficulty facing the concrete fortifications built by the Japanese.

But it's not a big problem. As the most mechanized force in the entire military region, the 155st Division has mm large barrels in its artillery sequence.

"Rapid attack fire, target the fortifications on the first line of Maoling Mountain. Red area 42, map grid 7395, high-explosive bomb, charge No. 5, trigger the fuse!"

"All guns, ready to fire!"

"Fire!"

After a series of metallic clanging sounds as the breech block closed, the commander of the heavy artillery battalion suddenly waved the signal flag.

Twelve French 12mm howitzers roared at the same time, muzzle storms swept across the position, raising dust, and shell casings hit the pads directly with a clanging sound.

Due to insufficient preparation time, the concrete fortifications built by the Japanese army on Maoling Mountain and Yanchi Mountain were only one meter thick.

Faced with this illegal building with even worse protective performance than the bridge of the Fuso, the 155mm high-explosive bombs equipped by the First Division can completely suppress it throughout the entire process and penetrate it to cause effective damage.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The reinforced concrete fortifications suddenly collapsed under the impact of the large-caliber HE shell. The shock wave caused by the explosion poured directly into the underground command post along the ventilation pipe, tearing the telegraph machine and map table into pieces.

One of the shells even hit the ammunition depot directly, and the flames from the explosion spewed out from the cracks in the mountain, simulating the spectacular scene of a volcanic eruption.

A Japanese colonel tried to pick up the phone to ask for help from the East Suburb Defense Command, but his arm was quickly cut off by the flying steel bars, and the splattering blood mist directly covered the entire wall.

Of course, the deaths of these devils were not meaningless.

At least they used their lives to set an example for their colleagues, letting the entire army know that one-meter-thick concrete fortifications could not withstand the close-range bombardment of 155mm high-explosive grenades.

Well, the future Battle of Iwo Jima will definitely become a super-turtle shell double version. I wish Tadamichi Kuribayashi and Holland Smith a good time. Seeing the outstanding effect of their own artillery bombardment, the commander of the heavy artillery battalion nodded with great satisfaction. In the interval between the continuous output of the troops, he said thoughtfully:

"The current firepower density is almost five times our normal projection. Let's get the reporters here quickly. The film we take will definitely be a propaganda tool, and it will boost the confidence of the army and civilians across the country in the fight against Japan."

"Well, I've already thought of a name for the film. How about 101 Ammo?"

"It's simple and clear, and it also reflects the hard power of our Eighth Route Army!"

Previously, there was the image of Li Yunlong grabbing the microphone and running, and now the Eighth Route Army of Shandong Province has taken the lead in giving the extreme firepower saturation attack the title.

When it comes to matters related to war, naturally whoever has the best results has the final say.

Compared with Lao Li, who has overcome many difficulties and gradually become the most dangerous man in Asia, McCaw, who has killed 100 million enemies and dominated Australia, is nothing.

You should defeat Tom King head-on first, and then come to the Republic of China to challenge Jun Housheng in a duel.

Besides, the 1st Division's extreme firepower saturation strike is different from Van Fleet's tactics. We are aiming to fill the enemy with shells, not the landlord's stupid son who can only advance a few hundred meters with 80,000 tons of energy.

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An hour and a half later, looking at the hilltop which seemed to be getting a little shorter, the commander of the heavy artillery battalion had a flushed face, and it was obvious that he had enjoyed the bombing very much.

However, when counting the ammunition consumption, the comrades still showed expressions of reluctance. If conditions permit, no one wants to withdraw from the battle early.

"On average, one round of artillery fire per minute. This is the limit of the M1929 gun barrel, not the limit of our battalion's loading capacity."

"Well, if the gun barrel hadn't turned red and the accuracy of the hit had not dropped visibly, I would have faced the risk of the barrel exploding if I continued firing. I would have definitely tried to get more help from the division commander."

"By the way, remember to remind me when we get back to include changing the barrel on the battlefield in our daily training. Although there is a high probability that it will not be used, it is always better to have more skills than less. It is better to be prepared."

"Communicator, help me get through to the division headquarters and tell them that the target fortress group has been destroyed by our battalion. If further fire support is required, please give instructions."

Soon, the order from the division headquarters came back. Division Commander Song first praised the performance of the heavy artillery battalion, and then ordered them to withdraw from the battlefield from the east side immediately.

For the current Shandong Provincial Military Region, and even all the troops under TG, the 155mm howitzer is a treasure in the bottom of the box.

If we lose one, it will be difficult to replenish it in a short time.

"Okay, let's retreat. After bombing for so long, only one in ten of the enemy's firepower points are left. There is a high probability that there are no high-value, high-threat targets left."

"The main force has brought a lot of flamethrowers, so it's only a matter of time before we take over the two hills."

"Pass my orders! Everyone."

Before the commander of the heavy artillery battalion could finish his words, a humming sound of a piston engine suddenly came from the direction of the Jiaodong Peninsula.

Dozens of Mosquitoes were seen diving towards Maoling Mountain and Yanchi Mountain, with the leading ones carrying 2,000-kilogram block destroyers.

After more than an hour of artillery fire, both hilltops were engulfed in flames, leaving the Japanese with nowhere to hide.

With the help of the firelight, several elites led by Fang Ziyi accurately dropped the big treasure directly into the enemy's observation post and heavy machine gun fortress.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The few remaining illegal buildings disintegrated like pieces of paper in the explosion. The gusts of wind blew the soldiers who had managed to survive the bombardment into the air, and corpses with shattered internal organs fell like raindrops.

Following closely behind was a large group of Lancaster aircraft.

They covered the entire mountainous area in box formations, each carrying 14 227 kg high-explosive bombs.

Under the baptism of hundreds of bombs, the mountains of Maoling Mountain and Yanchi Mountain trembled, and countless century-old trees suffered. The future Jinan lost two parks for strolling.

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After half an hour of heavy rain, the shelling and bombing finally stopped.

However, the temporary shelter was still shaking, and fine sand and gravel were falling over the heads of the Japanese soldiers, like a never-ending black rain.

Private First Class Hiraga was huddled in the corner of the tunnel, his eardrums filled with sharp buzzing sounds, which were the gifts left by the block destroyers.

After a moment, he licked his cracked lips, and the tip of his tongue tasted rust. He didn't know whether it was the blood that seeped into his cheek or the concrete debris that flew away.

"Are you still alive?"

In the darkness, someone kicked the sole of Pinghe's boot. He didn't answer, but just kept pulling up his tilted helmet.

"Remember Lieutenant General Tsuchihashi's order. In this battle, we are forbidden to charge for half a second. You must die after killing ten enemies!"

After saying this, a second lieutenant used his bayonet to pry open the last box of ammunition. The brass bullets shone coldly in the shadows. Several soldiers mechanically passed the Type 38 rifles around. The butts were still condensed with sweat and blood scabs from the previous owner. (End of this chapter)