Chapter 366 Artillery Calibration Machine
Twelve kilometers away, the remnants of the 108th Brigade.
During the interval when the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region stopped shelling, Aihara Taketa, who was ordered to take charge in a critical situation, had successfully gathered the remaining troops and could launch an attack as soon as the rear reinforcements were in place.
However, the current state of their regiment is extremely poor, with only two-fifths of the original nearly 3,000 combat personnel left.
The equipment rate of barreled artillery is even more bleak, with less than 15 mountain, field artillery and Type 92 infantry artillery that can be assembled, and this is the result of trying to rescue as much as possible.
To use the professional words of a certain 7+ coloring game, that is, the yellow and green bars of the troops are on the verge of bottoming out, and if they suffer another heavy blow, they will disappear from the world.
"Baga! How come there are only these artillery pieces left? What on earth are you doing?"
"How can I fight against that Republic of China guy named Nie with just these junks? Their shells are more than the number of people in the regiment. Do you want the warriors to commit suicide?"
"Keep collecting, we need more heavy weapons!"
The roar of Taketa Aihara made all the low-ranking officers present silent.
But the strict hierarchy system within the Japanese army made them have no courage to resist the temporary supreme commander.
What's more, after the war, anyone with a little military vision realized that they had fallen into the enemy's trap.
The feeling in their minds before that if they tried a little harder, they could successfully capture the enemy's leader was completely a beautiful dream woven by the Eighth Route Army division commander for them.
Now if they want to survive, they naturally have to collect military supplies as much as possible, otherwise they will not have the strength to fight at all.
After several squadron leaders left, Aihara Taketa's adjutant stepped forward and suggested:
"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, with our current strength, it is almost impossible to complete the task assigned by the division commander. If you and I want to sit firmly in the chair of the regiment, we must make sufficient contributions."
"In my humble opinion, it is better to send some infantry to test the firepower points of the Eighth Route Army first, and then use the heavy weapons we have to counter as much as possible."
"In this way, we can not only shorten the artillery gap between the enemy and us, but also help the subsequent reinforcements to launch an attack."
After this, Aihara Taketa fell silent at first, and then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to accept the adjutant's suggestion.
The current 139th Regiment is basically in a half-dead state. But as long as the 110th Division is not destroyed by the Eighth Route Army, it will inevitably be supplemented by the North China Front Army after the war.
This means that, in a sense, the remaining soldiers can become the capital for their own promotion.
After all, as a person of ordinary origin and without any background, the rank of lieutenant colonel is already the limit of his military career. There is an opportunity to leap up the class in front of him, so he must do everything he can to grasp it.
"Okay!"
"Pass my order, after the troops at all levels are ready, launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army positions in front!"
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Five minutes later, the 139th Regiment began to advance cautiously to Yuanping area in squadrons.
At the same time, the artillery positions in the rear were also on standby. Once the infantrymen detected high-value targets, they would concentrate their fire and shoot at the first time.
Suddenly, the devils at the front of the queue found something strange. They looked up in horror and looked at the sky in the distance. There was a twin-engine fighter in a combat formation.
"Enemy plane! Hide!"
"Our whereabouts have been discovered by the Eighth Route Army! Get ready for battle!"
Facts have proved that the handsome warrior left a big psychological shadow on the devils. After all, this thing directly destroyed the command system of its own brigade with a big fire.
However, what all the infantrymen did not expect was that the twin-engine fighters in the sky did not attack them.
The cannons that could smash people into pieces in the past, and the bombs that could take away a squad with one shot, did not fall into the ranks of the vanguard.
This scene made Aihara Taketa frown in the rear. He put down the telescope in his hand and said with a puzzled face:
"What is the Eighth Route Army doing? Immediately send the field air defense force to try to shoot those attack planes."
Before he finished speaking, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the distance. Although he didn't know what it was, the old devil still raised the telescope in his hand at the first time.
Boom boom boom!
In the field of vision of Aihara Taketa's telescope, huge fireballs had already risen in the attacking ranks of his own regiment, and the explosions like landslides and cracks came almost simultaneously.
At this time, the 139th Regiment had just begun to advance and was still far away from the destination of the first stage.
However, the shelling just now was just the beginning.
Each Red Arrow designed by Huang He can fire 12 122mm rockets at a time. The self-propelled rocket artillery regiment of the headquarters artillery brigade is a three-battalion system, with a total of 36 rockets.
This means that the Japanese need to use their bodies to carry 432 rounds in this attack, which is an average of two and a half taels of gold per person.
Soon, the area where the Japanese infantry was located was directly covered by smoke and dust. However, the law of smoke without injury does not apply in reality.
The thinner shell wall allows the Red Arrow to increase the amount of explosives, so the power of the 122mm rocket is basically the same as that of the 155 heavy howitzer.
After a round of artillery fire, the 139th Regiment completely became a thing of the past and disappeared without a trace on the map.
"Baga!"
"What is this!"
In the command post in the rear, Aihara Taketa saw the power of the Red Arrow through a telescope. Thousands of soldiers were gone in just half a minute. It would be hard for anyone to accept this.
After a while, the old devil came out of his trance. For him, the most important thing to do now is to make up for his mistakes.
"Take over the division headquarters! Quick!"
"In the attack just now, the Eighth Route Army used at least three field artillery brigades of heavy artillery firepower. That level of explosion must be the French GPF155 cannon!"
"Even if only a small part can be destroyed, the soldiers of our regiment will not die in vain!"
In the eyes of the book, the grassroots soldiers of all arms are disposable consumables to some extent, not to mention the ordinary infantry of the Type B division.
Otherwise, there will be no kamikaze special forces, Sakura special agents and Kaiten torpedoes in the future.
If the annihilation of the 139th Regiment can be exchanged for more than a dozen GPF155 cannons, then they will die for what they deserve.
After all, there were only six troops of this level in the entire army, even before the field artillery brigade was abolished.
"Hi!"
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When the self-propelled rocket artillery regiment had used up all its ammunition, the artillerymen at the headquarters immediately began to move to the designated positions for reloading.
Although the Red Arrows were powerful, the reloading time was a flaw. They could not expect to recover their combat effectiveness without a few minutes.
The 110th Division was equipped with a large-range cannon, and if they stayed in place, they would likely be countered by artillery.
When the comrades were preparing to retreat, Huang He also closed his notebook and pulled the stunned Lao Cui into the car.
"Remember the movement of the Red Arrows just now. After this battle, I will show you the photos taken by the artillery calibration aircraft, and you can compare them with Katyusha when you return home.
"This thing should not be added to the Lend-Lease Act. As an ally, if you need it, we can sell it at cost price. "
"One rocket, tentatively set at eight taels of gold. How about it? It's a good deal, isn't it. "
Obviously, Lao Cui hasn't recovered yet. Facing the boastful Huang He, the old Russian couldn't even refute a few words.
Just when Huang He was about to continue to promote his products, several deafening explosions sounded from the previous position, followed by splashing mud and fireballs all over the sky.
Boom boom boom!
It turns out that the artillery of the 110th Division is still quite capable.
Even in an unfamiliar environment without observation balloons, they still found the position of the Eighth Route Army Self-propelled Rocket Artillery Regiment in a very short time.
If the comrades used the 13-ton GPF155 cannon, the one just now would be A wave of attacks may really cause heavy losses.
After the first wave of shelling, the second wave of five shells fell more than ten seconds later. Compared with the first five shells, the impact point of these shells is farther, which is obviously a matter of luck.
This scene made Huang He's mouth curl up involuntarily.
Before, facing the 105 cannons of the devils, the Eighth Route Army could only send close-ground support aircraft to crack.
But today is different. The M1936 of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region has a range of 20 kilometers, which can definitely catch the enemy off guard.
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"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, do you think the intelligence reported by the 139th Regiment is true?"
"Three field heavy artillery brigade-level artillery units, I don't believe that the Eighth Route Army has such strength. They are not the Russians in the north, and they definitely can't have such a strong industrial base."
"In comparison, I think the enemy should have used some tricks! "
In the forward command post, the major general chief of staff of the 110th Division was presenting his ideas to Iimori.
Although he had just witnessed the encounter of the vanguard, the old devil was still unwilling to believe that the Eighth Route Army had hundreds of 155mm heavy cannons.
Not to mention that those things weigh more than ten tons, what kind of carrying capacity is needed to move freely in Shanxi Province.
If your Eighth Route Army really has this kind of strength, it would have been able to push the entire North China Front Army long ago, and there would be no need to use any tactics to lure the enemy deep into the country.
The words of his own chief of staff made Iimori nodded with satisfaction.
Whether it is the GPF 155mm cannon or some messy heavy weapons, it must have been hit by its own artillery fire.
Unless, your Eighth Route Army has developed a 155mm self-propelled artillery, then I will consider myself unlucky!
"Okay, notify the artillery positions and let them move quickly. "
"Although the Eighth Route Army's air force is most likely still preparing at the airport. But we still have to be on guard to avoid any losses due to a moment of carelessness. "
Facts have proved that Shanxi is a rather strange place. The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
As soon as Iimori's order was passed down, several shells flew through the sky with a whistling sound, followed by a thunderous explosion.
This scene immediately made the old devil jump up from his stool.
The firepower of his own artillery was not as good as that of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region of the Eighth Route Army. If the large-caliber artillery position was destroyed, he would have to consider retreating now.
Thinking of this, he personally grabbed the phone and began to shake the handle vigorously.
"This is the command post! Report the situation of the artillery position immediately! What happened over there! "
The signalman on the other side of the phone was about to report, but a 105mm shell directly cut the phone line, forcing him to hold back his words.
While the two were trying to talk, another round of shells flew towards the artillery position of the 110th Division.
Amid the loud explosion, a cannon was hit right in the center of the target, and more than a dozen Japanese artillerymen around were directly blown into flying pieces of meat.
The Japanese who survived to this day have high personal military capabilities and qualities. They knew in the first round that the location of their artillery positions must have been leaked.
But these heavy artillery are the trump cards of the division, and the artillerymen are unwilling and dare not give up.
Even at this critical moment of life and death, they still want to move with the heavy artillery.
But the large-caliber cannon is not a small thing like the Type 92 infantry gun. After dismantling it, several artillerymen can carry it away directly.
It is impossible to pull away the 105mm cannon fixed in the gun position without a few minutes.
With the help of the artillery calibration machine, the Japanese soldiers will be buried with the heavy artillery if they don't want to die.
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The perspective returns to the forward command post of the 110th Division again.
After learning that the heavy artillery unit he carefully protected was destroyed by the Eighth Route Army, Iimorinuma suddenly slumped on the stool in the communication room, and even looked ten years older.
After losing a regiment and all the large-caliber artillery, the Japanese lieutenant general had already begun to retreat. There were only a dozen 75mm mountain and field artillery left. How could he fight against the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region?
But at this moment, the major general chief of staff on the side exclaimed, as if something terrible had appeared.
"Lieutenant General! Something terrible is happening!"
"Tanks! So many tanks! We are surrounded!
After luring the enemy deep into our territory, we will naturally surround and annihilate them.
It took so much effort to lure the 110th Division to the decisive battle site, so we must naturally annihilate them as much as possible! (End of this chapter)