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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1214 Don¡¯t even think about leaving once you¡¯re here

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    The bombardment continued, and indistinguishable explosions echoed in the thick fog. Even Ito, who was at the headquarters of the Ribo Grand Canyon more than 20 kilometers away, could feel the shock waves.  The air and thick fog, like hammers, kept hitting his heart. This Chinese devil took out several artillery pieces to deal with his first attack wave.  */.//*

    Two thousand doors?  Five thousand doors?  If you want to cover all areas of Mogok with artillery fire in such a heavy fog, it is impossible to do it without 6,000 artillery pieces. Six thousand artillery pieces, Ito's heart suddenly shrank when he thought about it, the entire Southeast Asia dispatched troops, all  The total number of artillery pieces was only more than 1,800, which was less than one-third of the number of artillery pieces in Tang Qiuli's army.

    Powerless, a deep feeling of powerlessness, the disadvantage is not only the strength of the troops, but also the heavy equipment. There is no way to continue this battle. Let's stop while the losses are not big now. Ito is not willing to give in, but he is even more  It is clear that if you hesitate for one more minute, hundreds or even thousands of soldiers of the Japanese Empire will be torn into pieces by the Japanese army's artillery shells. It is not too late to stop now.

    "Order, the attack plan is cancelled. The troops of the first attack wave immediately retreat to the defense line of Libo Grand Canyon," Ito gave the order sternly. Takemura, who didn't know the severity, came out to cause trouble.

    He shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! Commander Ito, the battle has just begun. The Imperial Army has not been attacked by the Chinese army. You have given the order to retreat. When will the generals of the Imperial Army of Japan be bombarded?"  I am so frightened that I can take the commander-in-chief's order as a passive avoidance of war and fear of the enemy. I will report all the actions of the general to the base camp!"

    Ito suddenly rushed over like a mad tiger and grabbed Takemura by the collar.  Drag him to the observation port, point at the flashes of light that appear in the thick fog, and yell loudly: "Baga! Stupid pig, idiot! Open your dog eyes and see, we are not attacked by the Chinese army."  , what is that? There are more than 6,000 artillery pieces, covering my entire attack area, bombarding my 150,000 imperial soldiers!"

    "What do you think this sound of cannons is? Is the devil Tang Qiuli looking bored and firing cannons for fun in the thick fog where he can't see his fingers? How could the base camp send you such a complete fool and idiot, who can only talk on paper and not see anything?  A self-righteous guy who has experienced real battlefields will serve as my chief of staff. This is a shame for me, Ito, and a tragedy for the empire. If you want to return to the homeland alive and continue to be your general on the map.  Just shut your stinky mouth!"

    Takemura was frightened by the crazy Ito, staring with horrified eyes, looking at Ito who was almost in a crazy state, he never expected it.  Ito would lose his composure suddenly like this. This seemingly dry old man had terrifyingly strong hands. His hands that grabbed the collar of his military uniform were as strong as a vise, almost suffocating Takemura.

    With extreme contempt and disgust in his eyes, Ito glanced at Takemura and pushed him aside.  Such a powerful, majestic Lieutenant General of the Imperial Japanese Army.  His Excellency Takemura Yamaichi, who was carrying the identity of the special envoy of the base camp, staggered on the ground like a drunkard.  He fell down onto the cool, wet ground.

    No junior officer came over to help him, and Takemura didn't dare to say anything. Just now, he saw murderous intent in Ito's eyes, a strong murderous intent. The look in his eyes when he looked at a corpse made Takemura's blood boil.  , almost solidified, and cold sweat broke out instantly. He believed that if he contradicted him a few more words, this old guy who was already in a crazy state would chop him with a knife without hesitation.

    Then, a report was sent to the base camp, "His Excellency Army Lieutenant General Yamaichi Takemura, Chief of Staff of the Imperial Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force and Special Envoy to the Base Camp, was on the front line of command during the implementation of His Majesty the Emperor's Burma Campaign plan, and unfortunately was killed by China  He was hit by human artillery fire and died for his country. General Takemura is actually a role model for the emperor of Japan. He asked His Majesty the Emperor and the headquarters to pray for General Takemura. "He believed that Ito would definitely do it at this time.  This crazy thing is coming.

    After another ten minutes, a staff officer came in with a telegram in his hand. He seemed to dare not raise his head. Ito's cold eyes glanced over. The staff officer actually trembled all over and stammered: "Report to the Commander-in-Chief,  The commander of the first attack wave reported that they were unable to carry out the commander-in-chief's order. The ** division's artillery fire had cut off all retreats back to the Lipao Grand Canyon. The rear was a sea of ??fire and could not be passed. Moreover, the troops suffered heavy casualties and many wounded.  , unable to move quickly.¡±

    There was a "bang" in Ito's head, "What? His six divisions and 150,000 soldiers were blocked at the Mogok line by the artillery fire of Tang Qiuli's troops. The advance was a dead end. For the imperial soldiers to be sent into the tiger's mouth.  At this time, Tang Qiuli was hoping that he would lose his mind and launch a strong attack. When he retreated, he was met with walls of fire blasted by artillery fire.

    Ito almost groaned and closed his eyes, "China"Ghost Tang Qiuli, how much have you spent to deal with my soldiers? From the first wave of artillery fire to now, it has only been more than thirty minutes, and more than 100,000 artillery shells have fallen on the imperial soldiers.  In such a large area, how many shells fell per square meter?  "

    Ito didn't dare to think about it. In front of his eyes, there was a red color rolling like a burning cloud in the thick fog. The soldiers of the empire were torn into pieces under the rain of flying bullets. The soldiers' stumps and arms were broken.  Flying in the heavy fog, that terrible scene, ""Order, all artillery of the dispatch army, immediately shell the artillery positions of the ** Division, cover the retreat of the troops," he gave the order subconsciously in a voice that was almost a whisper.

    Tang Qiuli put down the telescope and just sat down on the canvas marching chair. Liu Xinlan handed a cup of steaming tea into his hand. Tang Qiuli glanced at Liu Xinlan in surprise. Liu Xinlan quickly looked aside. This was her  Her immediate boss, Chief of Staff Yang Ketian, gave Liu Xinlan a new task. In addition to recording the division commander's orders and sending telegrams, she was also responsible for taking care of everything about the division commander in the headquarters, including making tea and getting coats.

    Liu Xinlan felt unspeakably awkward about this new task. In addition to not daring to meet Tang Qiuli's eyes, Liu Xinlan felt flustered every time she approached him. Her heartbeat was so fast that she could hardly breathe.  , I can¡¯t tell whether it was due to pressure or other reasons, but recording orders and sending telegrams only took a while.

    But taking care of everything about this man, even though he is in the headquarters, he has to follow him every step of the way. What does this mean?  Attendant?  She was a top student at the Guangzhou Military Academy. Liu Xinlan couldn't help but feel a little angry and aggrieved when her boss arranged her new tasks like this. Tang Qiuli also felt awkward.

    In the past, in the headquarters, those who made tea and handed water were our own special guards. They were used to seeing big hands covered with calluses and a pair of cold white hands. They handed over a cup of tea to the dignified first brother of the army.  , I couldn't help but be a little stunned, and a little unaccustomed to it, but after all, the girl was attentive. The temperature of the tea and the amount of tea leaves were just right. It seemed that the taste was different from usual.

    After taking a few sips of the tea that seemed to have a different flavor, Tang Qiuli looked at Communications Director Chen Feng and said, "Director Chen, listen to the sound of the cannon, Zheng Yong must have caught a big fish, but this time  It¡¯s still unclear how big the fish is. Believe it or not, at this moment, Zheng Yong was in the artillery headquarters, banging the table and benches, shouting, and looking like he was gobbling up food.

    Chen Feng smiled. The nature of his work dictated that Chen Feng, the director of the communications department who was exposed to a large number of confidential telegrams every day, was a taciturn person. However, he felt quite relaxed recently. In the past, if the division commander did not call him dozens of times, he would not stop.  But in the past few days, his ears suddenly became quiet. Chen Feng was wondering. The preparations for the battle were in full swing. He, the boss in charge of the secret communications of the army, suddenly became quiet. Is it abnormal?

    When I inquired about it, I found that the division commander had a female officer who was a confidential secretary. It was said that she was transferred from the staff office. Now, even the chief of staff Yang Ketian rarely hangs around the division commander. Chen Feng seems to understand a little bit.  What, consciously sent some telegrams to Liu Xinlan. Of course, Chen Feng would still report the telegrams involving core secrets to the division commander in person. This has nothing to do with trust or not. It is Chen Feng's habit and his  work style.

    Major General Zheng Yong, the artillery commander of the ** Division, who was mentioned by the division commander Tang Qiuli, was as expected, his face was red with excitement, and his big hands kept banging the table made of shell boxes, making a "bang bang" sound with a loud voice.  You can hear it from a long distance, "What? Commander of the Fourth Artillery Group, please don't be petty and calculate some economic bombardment. Send all the shells to me. I won't count your waste. The other end of the Logistics Department,  I'll hold it for you!"

    "What, your first artillery group is asking for an extension of the bombardment. No, let me tell you, Mr. Wei. Your artillery group is just blocking the main passage for the little devils to retreat to the Libao Grand Canyon. Close the door to beat the dog and kill the turtle in the jar. Give me a  If the division commander troubles me, I will trouble you. The planned bombardment area will remain unchanged. Even if the soil is turned red and the stones are broken into pieces, we must keep an eye on it!"

    "Let me tell you, this is a rare opportunity. If it weren't for the heavy fog, why wouldn't those guys from the aviation group come to join in the fun? It's not like you don't know about Le Yiqin's eating habits. If you let the guys with wings join in,  , How much fat can our artillery put in our mouths? Hey, if we fight hard, the supply of artillery shells will be opened. "

    Zheng Yong put down the phone, picked up a glass of cold water, and drank a few times. The battle was fought happily. Although the artillery observation groups still couldn't see the effect of the shelling clearly, their ears were shaken.  Amidst the buzzing explosions, vague screams can be heard. How many little devils must be hiding in the fog and being bitten by our shells?  So happy, so fucking happy!

      Le Yiqin, the commander of the Southern Flying Group of the ** Division Air Force, whom Zheng Yong said looked ugly, was in the command room of the Kunming Field Airport, grinning like an old wolf, looking at his watch and cursing fiercely.  Damn weather.

    (To be continued) (To be continued Piaotian) This work is recommended by registered literature members
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