Chapter 333: A Minotaur in Person? Or a Father Beating His Son?

The perspective returns to the main battlefield, the howitzer position of the 110th Division.

Boom boom boom!

The deafening sound of firing rang out one after another, and the twelve Type 91 105 howitzers continued to output at a rate of six rounds per minute. The overwhelming momentum was quite spectacular even from a distance.

At the same time, the observers of the artillery regiment were also active.

The Japanese changed their positions from time to time, trying to guide the artillery to correct the most appropriate shooting parameters, and strive to kill the Eighth Route Army artillery positions outside Datong.

It's a pity that reality gave them a loud slap in the face. The above behavior is destined to be a waste of effort.

"Your Excellency the Colonel! The enemy's position is hidden very deep, and it is obviously guided by professionals."

"Our long-range firepower is seriously insufficient, and it is almost impossible to completely suppress the Eighth Route Army's artillery. The current results have reached the limit of the regiment."

After the report, the Japanese staff officer bowed his head and stood at attention, posing as if he was beaten.

But he never expected that his boss would not be as furious as before, but nodded calmly.

This is not because Taniguchi Haruharu suddenly changed his personality, but the current situation is completely within the old devil's expectations.

The 105mm howitzer of his own regiment does have an advantage in performance, and can even beat the Eighth Route Army with a range difference of two to three kilometers.

But now each artillery group lacks the most critical vision, which is no different from a blind man in a sense. The shells fired are more likely to make the opponent afraid to act rashly.

If this is put in the Minsk Shipyard or the blood bar world, it is equivalent to the sudden death of the own scout or destroyer at the beginning.

Without vision, the unit that can deal damage can only draw the sword and look around in confusion. The limit is to blindly fire a few shots at the area suspected of having enemies.

If it can interfere with the enemy's shooting rhythm or force the Eighth Route Army to move its position, it will be a tactical victory.

"It's okay. Let the Type 91 105mm howitzer continue to fire at the current frequency. We brought a lot of shells this time, so we have plenty of time to play with the enemy."

"Pass my order, the mountain and field artillery will immediately switch fire, and concentrate on opening up offensive channels for the 108th and 133rd Brigades, and try to let the infantry launch a charge in fifteen minutes."

Hearing this, the staff immediately picked up the phone and began to assign tasks.

The entire artillery regiment was divided into two with clear division of labor. One part conducted artillery battles to suppress the opponent as much as possible, and the other part opened fire to destroy the fortifications in the north of the city.

When rounds of shells passed through the sky, Taniguchi Haruharu sighed to himself.

This situation made the staff officer beside him full of question marks. After a moment, the fearless Japanese lieutenant colonel took the initiative to speak:

"Colonel, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"

"I don't understand what can make you feel distressed. After all, from the current overall situation, our division is the advantaged party."

After saying this, the old Japanese glanced at the other party with an idiotic look.

As an artillery commander who has worked hard from the grassroots, he has just estimated the number of the opponent's 75mm barreled guns through his calculation ability cultivated on the battlefield.

About fifty guns.

This number has far exceeded the ordinary Type B division, and even the Type A divisions at the bottom do not have such firepower.

What's more, several years of war have exhausted the military potential of the brother country. Now the production capacity of weapons in the entire army is slightly exhausted, especially large-caliber heavy artillery is extremely difficult to replenish.

As for the development speed of new weapons, it is extremely slow.

The Type 1 self-propelled artillery, which was highly expected by the headquarters, was just a small-caliber self-propelled artillery that was played out by European powers. It took more than two years to produce an early test vehicle. It was simply a disgrace to industrial countries.

On the other hand, the Eighth Route Army's artillery firepower has already surpassed the others, and it has a bit of the style of the great powers, and its war potential is even more bottomless.

Not to mention the large number of French field guns, the 120mm mortars that have recently emerged should not be underestimated.

Although the mortar was originally designed to follow the infantry to support the infantry, it is not very suitable for artillery confrontation. But what is the difference between a range of nearly 8,000 meters and a mountain artillery in mountain warfare?

Just by quantity, they can blow up the Type 94 mountain artillery.

The only advantage of our side now is the Type 91 105mm howitzer and some large-caliber old artillery left before the outbreak of the war.

Besides, who can ensure that the Eighth Route Army does not have a larger caliber barreled gun?

According to the current situation, in the future, there may be a spectacular scene of Schneider M1929 105mm howitzer and Type 91 105mm howitzer fighting against each other.

What is this?

Father hitting his son? Or a bull-headed man in front of him?

"In this battle, we must eliminate the Eighth Route Army entrenched in various parts of Shanxi Province."

"This is not only related to the face of the army, but also involves the trend and development of our country in the next few years."

"The enemy's war potential is so terrifying. If we let them continue to develop, it will undoubtedly be a disaster. I have always had an ominous premonition that the other party is likely to take out a 105 or even 155mm killer next year."

As soon as these words came out, the staff officer on the side immediately fell into deep thought.

Even now, he has not figured out where the other party got so many artillery.

Mortars are easy to deal with, after all, this skill can be regarded as a skill that can be applied to other situations. Soldiers who can fire 60mm mortars can use 120mm mortars with a little training.

But barreled guns are completely different. To use them proficiently, you need to master multiple subjects, which cannot be mastered in a short period of time.

Could it be?

The Eighth Route Army also has a professional artillery school?

"Let's just concentrate on taking Datong first, otherwise everything will be in vain."

"You go and contact the 108th and 133rd Brigades, and let their infantry try to find the enemy's artillery positions when charging. Those field guns and mortars are not dealt with, and there will be endless troubles."

"Hi!"

Suddenly, a strange sound of buzzing came from the southwest sky.

Although Taniguchi Haruharu had not seen the specific target yet, he had foreseen what was going to happen next as he had been on the battlefield for a long time.

The old devil went straight to the command room without saying a word, snatched the phone from the signalman and began to give orders.

"Everyone stop shelling! Mountain and field artillery squadrons, take ammunition and move positions immediately! Howitzer positions should be concealed on the spot, and all orders should be executed according to the pre-war plan!"

"Contact the anti-aircraft artillery battalion and ask them to take the initiative to fire to attract the attention of enemy aircraft! Buy time for our regiment's retreat!"

"Baga! What the hell is the damn Army Aviation doing? Didn't that Kuroe Yasuhiko pat his chest and promise that he would definitely contain the Eighth Route Army's Air Force in the next few days?"

In fact, the Army Aviation of the North China Front Army has tried its best. In order to prevent the ground troops from being bombed during the attack, they dispatched nearly 500 sorties in just two days.

It's a pity that both the newly appointed Sugawara Michida and Kuroe Yasuhiko underestimated the Eighth Route Army's determination to protect the people.

Dare to attack unarmed civilians, then there will be no end!

In this battle royale with a huge disparity in strength, the Army Aviation exchanged 35 fighter planes for a short period of safety on the ground.

After severely damaging the enemy, the Eighth Route Army's Air Force can naturally free up more energy to support friendly forces. The first batch of combat power released was the close support aircraft group.

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In the sky, sixteen Typhoon fighters cut into the battlefield from the southwest of Datong.

They had clear goals, as if they had their own full map, and headed straight for the artillery position behind the 110th Division.

"Squadron 1, follow me to kill the Japanese 105 howitzer. Squadrons 2 and 3 will deal with the enemy's mountain and field artillery. After all the ammunition has been dumped, you can leave the battlefield on your own."

"Squadron 4, stand by, guard against the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery and fighters."

"Everyone keep in touch throughout the process, report to me at any time if you find anything or something unexpected, the action begins!"

"Received!"

Arriving at the combat airspace, the radio silence was lifted, and Fang Ziyi immediately assigned tasks to each formation.

A moment later, the comrades of the Air Force launched a dive towards the Japanese artillery position in groups of four. Combined with the unique jaw-type air intake of the Typhoon fighter, the momentum was so fierce.

After reaching the bombing height, the Typhoons suddenly pulled up their noses and began to climb.

Four 227 kg aerial bombs landed on the 105 howitzer position without any suspense, and the Japanese who were still fantasizing about artilleryism were killed and wounded in an instant.

The "precious" howitzer turned into parts and molten iron splashing around, becoming a murderous weapon that devoured its master.

This thing is not the front armor of the Yamato main turret, and it will basically "melt at the touch" when encountering unreasonable aerial bombs.

Those deep pits dug according to the manual are like open urns at this moment. The attack of the opposite licking machine can only barely collect some of the dusty limbs and parts.

The soldiers who came to support the Datong battlefield this time are all elite backbones of the future Air Force Second Division, and each of them has a special liking for close-range support.

Talent and sweat have exchanged for a hit rate of three out of four. The only one that was thrown off also caused a lot of casualties.

"Huh?"

"Why didn't it explode? Where did the Japanese hide the shells?"

It is obvious that Fang Ziyi is not satisfied with the results of the attack just now.

Although he destroyed a 105mm howitzer with one shot, the spectacular scene of detonating the ammunition depot did not happen.

A moment later, the Typhoon fighter with the number 192 began to dive again, and this time the target was an artillery position that thought it was successfully camouflaged.

"Boom boom boom!"

The dull sound of the western artillery sounded, and the camouflage cloth on the ground was torn into large holes, and there were also a lot of flying meat and blood plasma.

As an excellent licking machine, the Typhoon has four 20mm Hispano machine guns, and each has a crazy 120 rounds of ammunition.

Under the attack of four Vulcan whips, the artillery of the 110th Division went to meet the locust.

In a sense, those devils who died on the spot were lucky. After all, there was nothing more desperate than lying in the minced meat and waiting to die.

The machine gun was not the main course of this attack.

The rockets that followed were the gift that Fang Ziyi carefully prepared for the enemy.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

As the fighter's owner pressed the launch button, the red sun, which was big enough to pry open the Tiger tank's forehead, flew towards the position below. The North China Eagle continued to perform steadily, with four rockets hitting the target area in two groups.

"Boom!"

As a man who aspires to be like Rudel, Fang Ziyi has the good quality of keeping his word.

It was a mistake that I didn't hit your ammunition depot just now. Now I can use more difficult rockets to make up for it, and it will definitely make the Japanese below worth it.

Since you risked your lives to join in the fun, I have to give you a grand funeral.

In order to support the 26th Division and the Cavalry Group, the 110th Division carried multiple base shells.

Although these ammunition were not all placed in the position, the unused part on the scene could definitely be used to give the three lieutenant generals a big splash that was not inferior to the three-type incendiary shotgun.

Looking at the masterpiece of his own team leader, a pilot from Shanxi said excitedly:

"Captain Fang! You are really amazing."

"The quick and accurate rocket just now, there are definitely no more than five people in our air force who can replicate it."

"Now I understand why Principal Chang and Captain Wang chose you to be the commander of the Second Division. Just the double attack on the Japanese psychologically and physically is enough for me to learn for a lifetime."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ziyi in the cockpit smiled and shook his head.

Heaven and earth are my conscience. He is a good young man and he has no habit of killing the enemy. The main reason is that the devils are too fragile and can't even withstand a cannon or a rocket.

During the conversation, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of his team members.

The method is exactly the same as his own. Even an outsider can see that the two are from the same school.

"My dear comrade, you are the real genius of licking the ground!"

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When the entire 105 howitzer position suffered a devastating blow, the anti-aircraft artillery unit behind the oblique rear finally came to counterattack.

As the strongest Type B division guarding the headquarters, the 110th Division has a complete range of anti-aircraft weapons, from small-caliber Type 96 cannons to large-caliber Type 99 88mm anti-aircraft guns.

When the comrades of the Air Force were preparing to dive again and use the remaining ammunition to launch a fatal attack on the enemy, a network of anti-aircraft firepower composed of black clouds appeared in the air.

Although the Typhoon was used by the Eighth Route Army as a close-range support aircraft, its speed is no slower than the fastest fighter of the current era.

Showa air defense can't even hit the boss of Hawke's three winds, and it's a pipe dream to kill the Typhoon with anti-aircraft guns.

"Fourth Squadron, your target has appeared, give us at least one minute."

"Leave one tenth of the shells, bombs, and rockets, and move!"

After receiving the order from the leader, the four Typhoon fighters immediately took action. With their own speed, they gracefully passed through the anti-aircraft barrage formed by the black clouds.

Under the control of elite pilots, the fighters are as agile as falcons, and can even seize the opportunity to strafe the ground with western guns. (End of this chapter)