Anti-Japanese War: My equipment is infinitely refreshed

"Oh my God, we destroyed a destroyer right at the start?" German Major General Lutte widened his eyes, his face full of jealousy.

To be honest, if it was their Bismarck battleship, in terms of power, it could indeed sink the destroyer in an instant, but the problem is that the accuracy is really not that good, so if it is really compared to the ability to accurately hit and destroy a destroyer with this round of salvo, it is not that powerful.

Especially when he watched the other side easily eliminate an enemy destroyer with just one round of salvos, Major General Rutte was extremely jealous and resentful.

You know, the German army also wanted to improve their shooting skills, but how could this be successfully trained in a day or two?
That requires a long period of accumulation, constant practice and exploration, to gradually improve your accuracy.

"A 380mm main gun that uses armor-piercing shells is simply a massacre." The adjutant next to him was also envious and couldn't help but exclaimed.

In their minds, cannons are the symbol of warships. Although their own warships are also equipped with 380mm naval guns, the huge gun body alone looks scary, but the hit rate is not good, so it can only scare people.

"Major General, don't be envious. I believe our warships can also reach this level." The adjutant hurriedly encouraged, trying to comfort Major General Rutte who was a little disappointed.

After hearing this, Major General Rutte said nothing more, but continued to stare at the Richelieu battleship in the distance that was pouring out its anger. There was a hint of unwillingness and expectation in his eyes, and he was looking forward to the day when the battleships on his side could also have such an outstanding performance.

At this time, the whole of Gibraltar was shrouded in smoke and was being fiercely bombarded by German and French warships. Under the attack of the warships' naval guns, Gibraltar was like a trembling poor creature, unable to fight back.

"Where are the coastal defense guns? Why have they never fought back?" The British Governor watched helplessly as a destroyer was sunk, and he was so anxious that he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Your Excellency Governor, a part of the coastal defense artillery was blown up at the first moment, and the remaining coastal defense artillery did not dare to fight back at all." The chief of staff next to him explained bitterly, with a helpless expression on his face.

You know, the most important defensive force in the Strait of Gibraltar is the coastal defense artillery.

In the past, it was precisely because of the large number of coastal defense guns, with rows of black muzzles pointed at the sea, that the fleets of the four countries dared not easily cross the line.

But this time, the four-nation fleets concentrated their firepower and bombarded the coastal defense artillery from the beginning.

Although there are many coastal defense guns hidden inside the rocky mountains, and some of them even have a caliber of more than 300mm, their power is quite considerable.

But the key problem is that the backup generator set has not been repaired yet.

We can't let the coastal artillery fire shells by manual loading, right?

The ammunition for those large-caliber coastal defense artillery pieces are all packaged separately, and a single warhead weighs almost half a ton. If you rely on manpower to cram such a big thing into the gun barrel, wouldn't everyone be exhausted to death?

Therefore, when coastal defense artillery is fired normally, it relies on electricity to drive the winch and load the ammunition.

After all, it's not just a matter of firing one shell and being done with it. The shooting has to continue for a while. Manpower is limited after all. Once they are tired, they can't carry the heavy ammunition at all, not to mention things like explosive packs. Basically, every time a shell is fired, everyone will be exhausted and fall off their horses.

"Damn it, where are the coastal defense guns at Yanshan? Why didn't they fire?" The British Governor was so angry that he roared with a red face and thick neck.

The caliber of Yanshan’s coastal defense artillery is 356mm. This shot can definitely tear through the battleship’s defense. This is why the British Governor was so excited.

"The electricity hasn't come on yet. We can't fire anymore if we rely on manual loading once we finish firing a round." The chief of staff explained in a low voice, with a sense of grievance in his voice. He was also anxious, but without electricity, it was really difficult for a good cook to cook without rice.

Hearing this, the British Governor's face was full of black lines, and he could only roar angrily: "Waste, a bunch of waste, shit, you haven't repaired the backup generator yet?" He paced back and forth there, anxious but helpless.

"Never mind, open fire immediately, reload manually, and fire as many rounds as you can." The governor gritted his teeth and said fiercely. He couldn't care less about so many things at the moment. He couldn't just sit there and wait to be beaten.

"Yes!" The coastal artillery officer who received the order had a black face and complained in his heart. Manual loading would make them tired to death.

However, they also understood that the current situation was extremely critical. If the electricity still did not come, the defenses on Yanshan's side might be breached, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Order, manual reloading." The officer gave the order reluctantly.

The artillerymen waiting on the side were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other, all of them at a loss.

However, military orders were as heavy as mountains, and they had to carry out the orders. So they all went shirtless and used all their strength to crank the winch. The scene was very strenuous to watch.

"Damn it, the electricity isn't here yet." After shaking a few times, a soldier couldn't help rubbing his sore shoulders and cursing.

"These bastards haven't fixed it yet." Another soldier also complained. Everyone was feeling angry and tired.

"Stop talking and keep shaking." The British sergeant shouted from the side. Although he was also very tired, he could only urge everyone to keep working hard.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and the sweat was flowing down their bodies like rain.

Finally, after everyone worked together and put in a lot of effort, the heavy bullet was stuffed into the barrel, followed by the powder bag.

The powder packs are divided into several types, such as full charge, half charge, and super charge. Anyway, there are really many things for an artilleryman to learn, from loading ammunition to adjusting various parameters to the final launch, every link must be mastered.

It is no wonder that illiterate people cannot learn artillery. Artillery work is tiring and complicated, and does require a certain amount of knowledge and skill reserves. This is why artillery is so popular in the army.

"Target, Richelieu-class battleship." After spending a long time, the medicine bag was finally stuffed into the gun barrel. The gunner wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone.

"Adjust the elements!"

“Adjusting!”

"Adjustment completed!"

"emission!"

Following the order, the coastal defense guns roared and the shells whizzed out. Although the momentum of the launch was great, the accuracy was a bit poor. The shells missed the target and flew into the sea not far away.

"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded on the sea, splashing high water. Many tunas instantly floated on the sea. They were frightened and jumped around on the sea, also scared by the sudden explosion.

"Damn it, it's a coastal defense gun, and the caliber is estimated to be over 300 mm." The observer on the battleship Richelieu saw the power of the explosion and shouted loudly, while staring nervously at the rock mountain, ready to deal with possible artillery shells at any time.

"Target Yanshan, raise your firepower." Marshal Darlang said calmly from his command position, with a stern look in his eyes. He was ready to counterattack the coastal defense artillery at Yanshan and must not let them pose a threat to his warships so easily.

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"Come on, Gibraltar is just ahead." The German colonel stood on the bumpy truck, his eyes fixed on the vaguely visible rock in the distance, with an uncontrollable excitement on his face, and shouted at the top of his voice.

It was not an easy journey. The road conditions in Spain were really terrible. Not only were they bumpy, but they were also full of stones and potholes.

When a truck is driving on such a road, the shock absorption effect is not very good. Every time it passes a pothole, the body of the truck shakes up and down violently, and it feels like it is going to shake people apart.

Moreover, the seat was made of hard material and it hurt his butt. After riding for the entire journey, the colonel felt like his butt was no longer his own.

But looking at the infantrymen walking behind them, the situation was even worse.

The trucks were requisitioned by the commandos, so they could only run forward on their own two legs.

Although they are all elite troops and well-trained on a daily basis, manpower is limited after all. The journey is so long that even a strong body would be exhausted after running for a long time.

"Keep up, don't fall behind. Whoever falls behind will be shot immediately." At the back of the team, the officer in charge of supervising the battle shouted at the top of his voice, and the sound was particularly harsh in this marching team.

At this time, he had already taken off his neat military uniform, and even unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, with his arms open, looking very hot.

If you look at him from a distance now, he looks no different from a group of bandits. There is no trace of the majestic image of an officer.

"Sir, I can't walk anymore. I'm too tired." A soldier in the team shouted weakly. His steps became heavier and heavier, and every step he took seemed to use up all his strength.

"Sir, let's take a break." Several more soldiers echoed, their faces full of fatigue and helplessness, and their eyes revealed the desire for rest.

"Yes, sir, let's take a break." More soldiers responded. They were really exhausted. The feeling of this armed forced march was really uncomfortable.

At this moment, a new soldier who had fallen behind suddenly fell to the ground like a log and shouted loudly: "Too tired."

At this moment he really had no strength left, and he just wanted to lie on the ground and rest for a while. He thought that even if it was just for a short while, it would be fine, and he really didn't want to run any more.

This armed forced march is really tiring. Although each person does not carry much ammunition, the journey is long and the legs have become sore and weak after running for a long time. It feels like they are not their own. Who can bear it for a long time?

"Hurry up and run. We are the National Defense Force, we are the most elite troops. We can bleed, but we can't say we are tired. Stand up." The supervising officer behind him saw the recruit lying on the ground, so he rushed over and dragged the fallen recruit to the ground, saying angrily on his face.

He could not tolerate his soldiers giving up so easily. In his eyes, as the elite troops of the National Defense Force, they should have a will of steel. How could they give up just because of a little tiredness?
Unfortunately, no matter how he dragged or how he yelled, it had no effect.

The recruit was still lying on the ground like a dead pig, unwilling to get up. He just looked at the supervising officer angrily, with a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Asshole, waste. We are an elite force, not a second-line garrison. Get up now, you useless piece of shit. If you don't get up, get out of here and move to the second-line force." The supervising officer was so angry that his face turned red. He kicked the recruit twice and shouted angrily.

He felt that this new recruit was simply bringing shame to the elite troops and was too outrageous.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to beat me? Then stand up like a man. This is a war, not a game of house. Hurry up and get up with the team." The supervising officer glared at the recruit and said viciously.

"If you want to beat me, then follow me. A loser like you will never be able to beat me in your life." After taking a look at the recruits still lying on the ground, the supervising officer felt furious and finally decided to give up on these recruits.

He thought to himself that it would be better to eliminate these weak-willed guys now than to let them go to the battlefield and give their heads away.

If you continue like this on the battlefield, not only will it become a record that the enemy can show off, but you will also have to pay a large sum of compensation.

"Damn it! They are a bunch of trash. I don't know how the reserve force recruited these people. They can't even last a mere 100 kilometers. How can such people be assigned to the elite troops?" The supervising officer muttered as he walked, his face full of disdain and anger.

In fact, although they are pure infantry, they also have their own pride.

Who says infantry has poor combat effectiveness?

As long as they have firm will and tenacious fighting spirit, they can also achieve amazing results on the battlefield.

This 100-kilometer journey can be completed if you grit your teeth and persevere, but there are still many people who just don't want to hold on, which really makes people angry and hateful.

The reason why we had to walk more than a hundred kilometers was because Spain does not provide trains.

The reason is very simple, that is, I don't want the British army to misunderstand.

Although they agreed to the German proposal, they would join the German army as long as Gibraltar was captured.

But the premise is that they will not provide any help.

In a nutshell, you can let us pass through, but don't try to drag us down.

Only after you have really succeeded will they consider real cooperation.

The German army had no better solution for this.

They had no choice but to accept it, so after entering the designated location in Spain, they had no choice but to get off the train and head towards Gibraltar. (End of this chapter)