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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1215 The Dying Counterattack

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    According to the plan of the division headquarters, such a large ambush field was set up in Mogok. In order to ensure that the troops sent out by Ito were hit, Le Yiqin's Southern Flying Group and Zheng Yong's artillery jointly carried out air-ground coordinated fire strikes.  Tang Qiuli also judged that with Ito's cunning and experience, he would not invest all his troops. Therefore, in the Mogok ambush battle, this part of the advancing Japanese troops must be wiped out cleanly.

    According to the pace of the battle, all the fighter planes of the Southern Flying Group should be in the Mogok airspace at this moment, pouring tons of aerial bombs on the heads of the Japanese soldiers. But in this damn weather, Le Yiqin's eyes widened and he looked towards them.  The staff officer yelled: "Get me the meteorological director of Kunming Field Airport immediately. I'll ask him, what kind of bullshit weather forecast is this?"

    A senior combat staff officer glanced at Le Yiqin, who had a depressed face, and said, "Commander, don't worry. The airspace in Mogok is so big that artillery alone can't handle it. We'll wait until the fog dissipates."  Now, the visibility will get better, so we can take off for combat. The end of the battle will depend on our aviation force."

    Le Yiqin said angrily: "You don't know, just how good that guy Zheng Yong is when he eats, he protects his food first-class, and he won't let go of the little devil in his mouth. This time, we finally got an opportunity for an artilleryman to play the leading role alone.  Even if he doesn't eat all the bones and meat, he won't be Zheng Yong. Believe it or not, at this moment, Zheng Yong is tearing his neck and shouting that he will never stop until the barrel of the cannon is red. Don't  I thought I could leave some for us."

    Le Yiqin walked around on the ground a few times and muttered, "No, we can't just wait. I have to ask the teacher for a fight. If it's a little later, I won't even be able to drink soup," she grabbed the phone and said angrily.  : "Can you please take command of the division commander? I am Le Yiqin. In order to ensure the smooth conclusion of the battle, our Southern Flying Group requests to rush to the Mogok airspace immediately to participate in the bombing operation against the Japanese army. Please approve it from the division commander."

    Tang Qiuli put the phone receiver away from his ear, "Le Yiqin, what are you talking about, the aviation force is going to join the war? Are you kidding me? The visibility on the ground in such heavy fog is almost zero. What can you see at an altitude of several thousand meters?  If you can't see the target, where are you going to throw your bombs? Le Yiqin, are you unable to sit still? I tell you, stay still and wait for the command from the commander."

    After being scolded all over the head, Le Yiqin swallowed her saliva and put down the phone. At that moment, the meteorological director of the Kunming Base of the Air Force came in. He was wearing glasses, in his forties, weak-mannered, and had a strong personality at first glance.  The delicate middle-aged man was personally summoned by the first brother of the Southern Aviation Group, and the meteorological director was confused.

    Le Yiqin turned around, saw the meteorological director, and asked in a panic: "Director Wen, what did your meteorological department do? Didn't yesterday's forecast only have light fog today? Look, is this light fog?"  Director Wen was speechless. He really didn't know how to explain it to the commander. The light fog turned into a thick fog. There was no way to explain it. Seeing the commander looking like he was about to eat people, sweat dropped from his forehead.

    Le Yiqin didn't pay attention to Director Wen's face, and then asked: "According to the judgment of your meteorological department, how long will it take for this heavy fog to dissipate?" Director Wen replied thoughtfully: "Report to the commander, based on past experience.  , the heavy fog can dissipate to the extent that ground targets can be distinguished around 12 o'clock noon."

    Le Yiqin slapped her thigh, "It's over. It's only after six o'clock now. In more than six hours, how many thousands of cannons can Zheng Yong turn over Mogok? And it's our turn to play? Damn it?"  , this damn heavy fog, you go back." He waved his hand towards the meteorological director. Director Wen was a little dumbfounded, "Oh, I came here in such a hurry just for these few words, do you want to ask me on the phone?  Is that enough?" Looking at the commander's face, these words could only be whispered in the stomach.

    The non-stop bombardment has been going on for two hours, with no sign of weakening. Beside the artillery positions of the ** Division, mountains of shell boxes are piled up, like snowballs in the sun, shrinking before your eyes, turning into whirring metal bullets.  Projectiles flew towards the heads of the Japanese troops in the thick fog. All the cars in the logistics department kept shuttling between the various artillery positions, unloading boxes of artillery shells.

    Major General Zhang Quan, the head of the ** Division's Logistics Department and commander of the Myanmar Theater Joint Service Command, who came all the way from Myitkyina to Mengmi, muttered, "Zheng Yong, this prodigal son, will fight me out in just a short while."  There are hundreds of thousands of artillery shells, let's see how I can settle the account with him," he kept shouting into the phone: "We are short of manpower. Send everyone from the logistics agency to ensure the needs of the frontline artillery. The transportation unit was delayed.  It¡¯s okay, let¡¯s see if I can spare him.¡±

    Northwest of Mengmi, at the ** Division Artillery Headquarters, Commander Zheng Yong listened to the indistinguishable sounds of artillery as if appreciating a symphony, and felt so comfortable in his heart. He felt that all the artillery battles he had experienced and commanded,  Compared with today¡¯s scale, it is not worth mentioning,¡± reported the commander."After receiving reports from each artillery group, the Japanese artillery began to counterattack and carried out suppressive shelling on our artillery positions." A staff officer came in and reported,

    Zheng Yong rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hey, the little Japanese artilleryman finally stuck his head out. I can't find him. So what are you waiting for? Order the heavy artillery group to quickly determine the location and coordinates of the Japanese artillery positions. Give me a hard blow."  Explode and turn the little devil¡¯s cannon into a pile of scrap metal,¡± Zheng Yong roared excitedly.

    The staff officer said in a dilemma: "Commander, because the fog is too heavy, we cannot measure the accurate position and distance of the Japanese artillery positions based on the ballistic trajectories of the Japanese artillery, and we cannot carry out an effective counterattack." When Zheng Yong heard this, he became angry.  "What? Unable to counterattack, then let me ask you, how did the Japs' artillery find our artillery position? Don't their artillery shells have eyes?"

    The artillery staff officer was speechless. Yes, how did the little Japanese artillery find our artillery position?  In fact, after receiving Commander-in-Chief Ito's order to bombard the **Division's artillery positions, heavy fog also troubled the Japanese artillery. They were unable to measure the exact location of the **Division's artillery positions based on ballistic trajectories.

    A senior artillery staff officer of the Japanese army made a suggestion that the troops of the first attack wave, who were being hit by the artillery fire of the ** Division, risk their lives to get close to the front of the ** Division's artillery position, conduct observations, and then report the data to the artillery headquarters.  The order was issued to the Japanese troops who were under overwhelming artillery fire along the line from Mogok to Mengmi.

    When these Japanese infantrymen who had no hope of survival heard that there was hope of survival, they all felt like taking blood. Braving the shells roaring from the sky, they formed a group of several people, carried radios, and sneaked into the front of the artillery position of the ** Division.  Fortunately, the hundreds of observation groups sent out were finally able to get close to the ** Division's artillery positions. However, it was only these dozen or so groups of Japanese infantry observation posts that provided the Japanese artillery with accurate positions.

    In the cave, Meng Xiaozhu felt that the entire mountain was shaking. The huge shock wave seemed to come out of the ground. The soles of his feet were numb. The two assistants were already pale and almost vomited in discomfort. They were as dense as locusts.  The feeling in the area where the shells exploded was definitely unpleasant, even though I knew it was my own artillery shelling the little devils.

    Meng Xiaozhu was normal. It was his first time to experience such a violent and large-scale artillery bombardment. However, his rich battlefield experience reduced his discomfort to the minimum. He could hardly bear the sight of his two assistants.  Meng Xiaozhu tried every means to divert their attention

    He said: "As an artillery observer, you should identify the types and specifications of all artillery in any battlefield environment in order to judge the artillery effect." "Listen, this is our 155mm caliber howitzer, from the Soviet Union  "This is a German 150 mm caliber cannon," Meng Xiaozhu said with great familiarity. From the loud explosions, he told the different calibers, powers, ranges, coverage areas of single shells of various artillery pieces, etc.

    The two assistants were stunned. Their eyes were full of admiration. Even though their team leader was several years younger than them, he had no combat experience. They said, "Team leader, we really admire you. When will we have the same skills?"  What's this ability?" Suddenly, Meng Xiaozhu stopped them and listened intently, and the two assistants became nervous.

    A few minutes later, Meng Xiaozhu said seriously to his two assistants: "There was something wrong with the sound of artillery shells streaking through the air just now. It should be the Japanese army's 152mm field artillery, counterattacking our artillery. This  Due to heavy fog, our artillery cannot measure the exact location of the Japanese artillery positions based on ballistic trajectories. I want to go to the top of the mountain to observe and contact you by phone. You can quickly report the data I observed to the gun pointer in the cave."

    Before the two assistants could reply, Meng Xiaozhu's figure had quickly disappeared into the sky full of artillery fire and smoke. After a while, the two assistants received a series of data. Meng Xiaozhu's observation targets were only a few that could be determined.  This is enough for the Japanese artillery position. The staff officers of the ** Division Artillery Headquarters are all experienced veterans. Since their observation posts can observe the artillery positions of the little Japanese, the little Japanese will send out observation groups to do  The same thing

    Zheng Yong sneered and said: "Damn, the kid is cunning enough. He reported this situation to the division commander and asked to send troops to blind the kid. He ordered the heavy artillery of the first and third artillery groups to destroy it immediately.  The Japanese artillery position is good. Meng Xiaozhu is a good person. When he comes back, I will definitely give him credit."

    After Meng Xiaozhu reported the observation target, he was about to retreat into the cave. Suddenly, several artillery shells flew in. The two assistants only saw a burst of dust and gunpowder smoke at the entrance of the cave. After a few balls of fire flashed by, the figure of their team leader was swept away.  submerged

    To be continued (To be continued)

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