On the eve of the fall of Liaodong, he led his troops in a remonstrance against the young marshal.

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

The sharp, explosive sound was like the cry of a phoenix.

Inoue immediately noticed the troops and quickly looked up to check.

The sound came from the north of Fengcheng, growing louder and louder than any traditional artillery shell. By the time the sound was heard, the shell had already hit them on the head.

In the northern part of Fengcheng, there is an orchard covered with snow.

Ten strange vehicles were parked among the fruit trees in the orchard. Calling them vehicles wouldn't be entirely accurate.

Strictly speaking, they look more like some kind of crude and rudimentary war machine.

Each vehicle has a rectangular base, on which sits a honeycomb-shaped launcher. The launcher is densely packed with twelve circular tubes, the ends of which are connected to thick cables and ignition devices.

There are three wheels under the base, and it looks like it was taken from some kind of agricultural tractor.

The vehicle had no armor protection whatsoever. The driver's seat was just an iron bench welded onto the base, and the steering wheel was made of bent steel pipe. It was so rudimentary that it looked like something hastily hammered out in a blacksmith's shop.

If you saw a vehicle like this on the road, most people would probably assume it was some kind of agricultural irrigation equipment.

But at this moment, these ten vehicles are frantically firing rockets.

Each launch tube was spewing rockets out at an extremely high speed, firing continuously like a machine gun; all twelve tubes were emptied within three seconds.

As soon as one rocket flew out of the nozzle, the next one followed closely behind.

The rocket's exhaust flame formed a tongue of fire several meters long at the nozzle, instantly melting the snow on the orchard floor into hot water, which then evaporated into white steam under high temperature.

Ten vehicles and one hundred and twenty launch tubes fired all one hundred and twenty rockets in less than ten seconds.

The rocket's trajectory was a series of low, violent straight lines, with its tail flame leaving hundreds of white streaks in the morning light.

The trails of smoke crisscrossed, overlapped, and intertwined in the sky, eventually converging into a huge white net.

The sound of 120 rockets flying through the sky at the same time was similar to the loud explosions of countless phoenixes simultaneously letting out long cries.

The sound was deafening, causing broken bricks to fall from the city wall, making everyone's eardrums buzz, and even causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

This is the 107mm rocket launcher.

After exchanging for the T-34, Zhang Xueming searched through the system panel for quite a while before finally finding it.

Type 63 107mm Light Towed Rocket Launcher, 50 points.

He paused for a moment when he saw the name, then almost burst out laughing.

Isn't this the legendary guerrilla weapon?

In another timeline during the latter half of the 20th century, this type of rocket launcher was found in every corner of the globe, from the jungles of Vietnam to the mountains of Afghanistan, from the deserts of Africa to the Gobi Desert of the Middle East—it could be seen wherever guerrilla warfare took place.

No launcher is no problem; two dry cell batteries and a wire are enough to start it. No towing vehicle is no problem either; four people can carry it.

No special site is needed; just find a flat spot, set up the launcher, and aim carefully. Twelve rockets can cover half a football field.

It is the poor man's heavy artillery, the guerrillas' magic weapon, and a legendary weapon used by the armies of more than 100 countries.

Its only drawback is its low accuracy, but this drawback is not a drawback at all when facing saturation fire.

Ten 107mm rocket launchers are equivalent to ten twelve-tube rocket launchers. The firepower density of a single salvo is equivalent to the saturation bombardment of an artillery regiment.

At this moment, the landing point of these 120 rockets was precisely the position of the Independent Mountain Artillery Battalion, which Mori Hisashi was very proud of.

The commander of the Independent Mountain Artillery Battalion was named Tanaka Giichi, a short, stout lieutenant colonel with a mustache.

He was standing behind the earthen mound, watching the battle through binoculars at the breach in the city wall.

He saw the soldiers rushing into the breach, and was calculating what medal he would receive after the shelling mission was completed when suddenly a phoenix rang out.

He lowered his binoculars and looked up, seeing countless white streaks of smoke appearing in the northern sky, approaching his position at an incredible speed.

His pupils contracted sharply, a growing sense of foreboding intensified in his heart, and he was about to open his mouth and shout:

"Enemy attack! Regulations..."

But before that syllable could even escape his throat, the rocket struck the ground with lightning speed.

"Boom!"

A rocket landed in the ammunition storage area on the west side of the artillery position.

The area was neatly stacked with shell boxes that hadn't been moved yet.

Approximately two hundred shells were packed into forty wooden crates, each crate marked with the words "Type 92 Infantry Gun Howitzer Shell".

The explosion of the rocket ignited the wooden crates, and then the shells inside the crates detonated simultaneously, creating a massive chain of explosions.

"boom!"

The fireball from the explosion was at least fifty meters in diameter, and the orange-red flames illuminated half the sky. The shockwave ripped up all the snow and frozen soil on the hill.

Dozens of artillerymen at the epicenter of the explosion were vaporized, and not a single intact bone could be found.

Then more rockets followed.

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The coverage area of ​​120 rockets encompassed the entire artillery position, along with the surrounding ammunition storage areas, mule and horse assembly points, and command post.

The explosions continued, and the entire mound turned into a flowing sea of ​​fire.

After the Type 92 infantry gun's barrel was bent by the explosion, it flew into the air like a twisted rope, and the gun carriage and wheels were scattered everywhere.

The secondary explosions of the ammunition piles occurred one after another like dominoes, and the sound of the wooden crates exploding was louder than the explosion of the rockets themselves.

Each explosion was like a small earthquake, blasting large craters into the ground around the mound.

In the second wave of the explosion, Tanaka Giichi completely disappeared from this world.

The entire mountain artillery battalion, consisting of twelve Type 92 infantry guns, eight Type 41 mountain guns, and six Type 38 field guns, along with mountains of shells and gunpowder, was reduced to ashes in just thirty seconds.

The moment the shelling stopped, an eerie silence fell over the Fengcheng battlefield for a few seconds.

The Northeast Army soldiers who were still firing on the city wall stopped firing, and the soldiers of the Pu Cong Army who were still charging below the city wall stopped in their tracks. Everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look at the huge black mushroom cloud that was rising to the north.

Orange-red flames surged at the base of the black smoke column, turning the entire sky an ominous dark red, like the entrance to hell opening to the south of Phoenix City.

Yu Zhishan lay on the battlements, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He glanced at the sea of ​​fire, then back at the direction of the orchard north of the city, and then at Zhang Xueming standing calmly atop the city wall. Only one thought occupied his mind:

The reinforcements the commander mentioned... is this the thing?

The observation post above the well was deathly silent.

Inoue's telescope was still held in front of his eyes, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

He stared angrily at the sea of ​​fire, at the very artillery position he had just been relying on.

He put down his binoculars, his lips trembled twice, then he suddenly turned around and slammed his fist into the wooden post of the observation post.

"Baka yarou!!!"

The roar from the well exploded in the observation post.

His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, the veins on his neck bulged as thick as his little finger, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and saliva spurted from between his teeth, splashing all over the chief of staff's face.

"Where did the cannons come from? Where did the shells come from!"

He grabbed the chief of staff by the collar and dragged him in front of him like a chick. "Didn't the intelligence say that the Northeast Army didn't have any heavy artillery in Fengcheng?"

"Lord Mori himself told me that the garrison in Fengcheng only has a few old mountain cannons! What are these things? Tell me what they are!"

The chief of staff was pulled so hard that he was barely touching the ground with his toes. His glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, his face was as white as paper, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.

He didn't know what it was either.

He served in the army for twenty years and had seen all kinds of artillery, including French 75mm rapid-fire guns, German Krupp heavy artillery, British howitzers, and even Soviet 152mm heavy artillery.

But he had never seen anything like it before. This was not some kind of mountain gun or field gun; it was heavenly fire, doomsday fire that fell from the sky.

Inoue loosened the chief of staff's collar, braced his hands on the wooden table, and gasped for breath.

His chest heaved violently, his mind a jumble of anger and fear, like a bucket of cold water being poured over a pot of boiling oil.

The artillery battalion was destroyed; the entire independent mountain artillery battalion, with a total of twenty-six cannons, was reduced to ashes.

He now only has infantry left, 40,000 infantry, and not a single heavy artillery piece.

Behind the dilapidated walls of Phoenix City, there lay some terrifying weapon he had never seen before.

But Taro Inoue was not a soldier who would be overwhelmed by fear. Fear would not make him back down; it would only make him more ruthless.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Pass on the order!"

Inoue's voice was fierce, "The losses to the artillery battalion are insignificant!"

"The walls of Fengcheng have been breached, and the breach is still in our hands! Send the entire 39th and 42nd brigades of the North Korean Servants to push forward and break through the breach at all costs!"

"The main force of the 37th Brigade is ready to follow! After storming into Fengcheng, leave no one alive!"

He paused, then added in an extremely sinister tone:

"Tell all troops that there are no supervising officers."

"Charge! Anyone who dares to retreat even a step will be shot dead by the soldiers behind them."

"The Imperial Army has no need for cowards."

"Kill these Chinese people mercilessly!"