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Immediately ordered, the whole army launched the final attack.

A large yellow-brown figure covered it.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

However, before the Soviet army advanced to 800 meters.

Dozens of shells fell in the charge line.

More than 20 mortars of the Feng army poured shells frantically.

The old Maozi, who was full of food and drink, was blown upside down, with corpses strewn all over the field.

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Hundreds of people were turned into broken limbs.

'asshole!Damn yellow-skinned monkey! '

Alexey, who was always staring at the front line, looked extremely gloomy.

The two infantry battalions were wiped out under a wave of shelling.

All the troops of the 42nd Infantry Division have been dispatched, and these 3000 people are already the best strength.

If he can't take Manchuria again, he will be completely finished.

The Raksha Kingdom has only one way to deal with the defeated generals, and that is to shoot the whole family.

"Come on, order the artillery, fire!"

"I want them to die, all in front of me."

In an instant.

Alexis, with bloodshot eyes, roared angrily.

Although the large-caliber barrel artillery of the Soviet Artillery Regiment has all fired shells.

But there are still a certain number of mortars in the queue, and there are still some shells left.

All of a sudden, it poured out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Successive dull sounds sounded from the Soviet positions.

Looking at the flames rising in the distance, even Andreosha's heart is full of longing and anticipation.

The fate of the entire 42nd Infantry Division has been tied here.

If they can't completely defeat their opponents before the main force of the group army arrives, they can take back the Manzhouli Railway Station.

Then what awaits everyone is death, and there is no chance of being sent to a concentration camp.

"Great Imperial Warriors!"

"Ahead is the starting point of the empire in the Far East - Manchuria."

"For the empire, for the great comrade tyrant."

"Come on, take back Manzhouli!"

"Ula!!!"

When the shelling was in progress, the commissar Andreosha stood up directly and shouted loudly.

next moment.

The eyes of the three thousand Soviet soldiers were nothing but fanaticism.

Each of them carried a simple Mosin Nagant rifle.

He tried his best to launch a final charge to Fengjun's position.

Aleksey, the teacher commander, and Andresha, the chief commissar, were also in the team.

.........

The headquarters of the Fourth Division of Fengjun Mechanized Infantry.

Watching Lao Maozi put all his eggs in one basket with his own eyes.

Huang Wei immediately issued an order: "Order the artillery, open fire on all fronts!"

"Yes!"

The communications adjutant's face turned cold, and he saluted.

Hurry down and call the artillery regiment.

Soon.

The Manzhouli Mechanized Infantry Division is directly under the Artillery Regiment position.

36 105 howitzers and 12 155 howitzers lined up, and the artillerymen have already marked them.

A group of Fengjun artillerymen squatted around the artillery with serious faces.

Shen Tianguang, the commander of the artillery regiment directly under him, kept pacing anxiously.

Listening to the sound of gunfire and shouts close at hand, as the most powerful artillery unit in Manchuria, can you not feel uncomfortable?

Let Lao Maozi's artillery fire rage on Fengjun's position.

How aggrieved!

"Regimental seat, the division headquarters ordered, fire."

at this time.

The regimental signalman shouted.

heard.

Shen Tianguang, the commander of the artillery regiment directly under him, waved his hand on the spot: "Fire!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All of a sudden, all the artillerymen put down their shells together, and the dull impact resounded for a kilometer. .

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A full 48 heavy howitzers roared in unison.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Fengjun artillery quickly filled the shells.

A series of dull impact sounds continued to sing in all directions accompanied by the sound of cannon ejection.

The filling speed of the howitzer is not fast, but the Fengjun artillery is extremely skilled in manipulation, so it can do three rounds per minute.

In just 1 minute, the Fengjun artillery fired an average of no less than 3 shells.

144 heavy artillery shells, with a long tail flame like a meteor, pierced the sky.

That was a big bright fireball whistling past, attracting everyone's attention.

next moment.

The heavy artillery shells were in the form of a parabola, hitting the heads of the Soviet army heavily.

One after another, the shells exploded on the spot, and the soaring flames engulfed all the old men.

The shock wave was ups and downs, and the sound of the explosion was deafening.

Even Manzhouli, a few kilometers away, felt a slight tremor.

It can be seen how terrifying this shelling is!

In fact.

The Fengjun Artillery fired at Zhuyuan as early as 9:[-] am.

Although adjustments were made later, it remained unchanged for several hours.

In particular, one of the artillery regiments directly under Lao Maozi was destroyed, and the other had no ammunition to fire.

In addition to shelling Fengjun's forward positions.

They simply don't have a second choice.

After waiting for a full 3 hours, this moment finally arrived.

The artillerymen of the Feng army, who were full of anger, wanted to aim every shell at Lao Maozi.

The target position covered the entire Soviet charge formation.

No matter how hard the old man ran, he couldn't get away.

They could only watch helplessly as the huge flames were as dazzling as fireworks.

It blooms right next to you.

Mushroom clouds rose above the earth, the flames raged and dust filled the sky.

There are deep pits and human corpses everywhere, and the only remaining Soviet soldiers trembled with fright and seemed to want to retreat.

But behind them, the guns of the Soviet military police were aimed at everyone.

Every soldier can only charge upwards against the artillery fire.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi"!"

Fengjun forward position.

Matou, the elder of the first battalion, had a stern face.

His eyes stared straight ahead.

I don't know when the MG42 general-purpose machine gun in my hand was mounted on a tripod.

It looked like a heavy machine gun.

In the orange muzzle flame, dense bullets were continuously sprayed out.

Fully exerted the ultimate rate of fire of 1500 to 2000 rounds per minute.