Chapter 1 The Special Forces Regiment Faces Bombardment

The Second Regiment's defense line of the Special Operations Brigade was bombarded by the Botian Detachment's artillery regiment. In the beginning, the Japanese artillery shells were not accurate at all.

They were a thousand meters away from the Second Regiment's defense line. Even so, the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Companies, temporarily converted from infantry to artillery, adjusted their cannons according to the parameters given by Lin Fan and counterattacked the Japanese artillery positions.

Following Lin Fan's instructions, each company fired test shots first. The current distance to the Japanese artillery positions was entirely based on estimates from the reconnaissance teams inside the walkie-talkie.

The estimated numbers would definitely differ from the actual numbers by a significant amount. This was very different from when Mao Wenxing was in the air, able to immediately report specific coordinates and distances.

Because of this, three different types of artillery pieces needed to fire separate test shots, with the reconnaissance teams lurking in front providing feedback on their observations to gradually adjust the firing parameters.

The operations of these three infantry companies of the Fifteenth Regiment stunned the officers and soldiers of the newly formed Second Heavy Artillery Regiment of the Second War Zone.

Most of these men were students in their late teens. These students were passionate youths from various places who joined the war of resistance after their country was invaded by the Japanese.

The night before, this newly formed team took a train overnight from De'an to the Jianshanling artillery position. These students had the passion and arrogance of young people.

When they heard that an infantry company was operating the cannons, they looked down on these infantry soldiers from the bottom of their hearts.

Firing cannons was a technical job that not just anyone could do. Xu Jingshi, the newly appointed head of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment, who was transferred from the Dean of Academic Affairs at the Artillery School, thought the same way.

As the Dean of Academic Affairs at the Artillery School, Xu Jingshi was a very serious person. When he got off the train last night and saw the cannons, he wanted his students to take over the cannons.

In his eyes, these students, who had been studying for three months, were better at operating the cannons than the infantrymen of the Special Operations Brigade.

After all, these students had received professional training. However, his request was flatly rejected by Regiment Commander Shangguan Zhiwen.

The current Regiment Commander Shangguan was not the same as before. If there were people in the Special Operations Brigade he admired, they were only Lin Fan and the previous eight regiment commanders.

He felt that even the Ninth Regiment's Regiment Commander Hui Jianming and the Tenth Regiment's Regiment Commander Li Zhize were the same as him, having joined the Special Operations Brigade later.

As for the others in the National Revolutionary Army, Regiment Commander Shangguan could not be convinced by them, let alone an artillery regiment commander who had just graduated from school.

Regiment Commander Shangguan Zhiwen said coldly, "You have just been formed and don't understand how to operate cannons. Let us teach you."

Regiment Commander Xu Jingshi was unhappy, "Although our regiment was only formed yesterday, we have instructors who have taught students for more than ten years. Even these students have worked hard for three months. No matter what, their level of operating these cannons is better than the infantrymen!"

Regiment Commander Shangguan Zhiwen said with a smile, "We're soldiers, and we can't argue with you teachers. Let's see what you've got."

"Let's have a competition. Commander Xu, you pick a type of cannon, and we'll pull it out of the position, onto the train, and secure it."

"After the other side checks and approves, we'll send it back to the position and install it. Let's see who's faster, and whoever wins can operate these cannons for the time being."

The method he proposed was to check the entire process of the artillery transforming the cannon from firing state to marching state and then back to firing state. These were the things that tested the artillery's proficiency the most in actual combat.

Regiment Commander Xu Jingshi also knew that being able to fire the cannon one minute earlier in actual combat might save a battle.

He nodded and said, "Okay!"

He pointed to the Type 38 75mm field gun and said, "This cannon is too simple, let's use that one!"

He was pointing to the Type 96 150mm howitzer, which weighed ten thousand pounds and required a vehicle to move it.

Regiment Commander Shangguan said with a smile, "Don't say that the Fifteenth Regiment is bullying the new recruits. You can choose thirteen soldiers from my three companies to compete with you."

"You can decide which cannon they drag away. As for your players, there's no limit to thirteen people."

Regiment Commander Xu was also a temperamental person. This Regiment Commander Shangguan kept saying that he wasn't bullying the new recruits, but his tone was always condescending and confident of victory.

This made Regiment Commander Xu very unhappy. He randomly pointed to a soldier from the Sixth Company and asked their platoon to compete. He also chose a newly formed platoon to participate in the competition.

This time, he deliberately selected the students with excellent grades from the classes that were about to graduate.

Huan Hongzhe, who was named to participate in the competition, had been a student at the Artillery School for two and a half years. If there were no accidents, he would graduate in two months.

Since entering the Artillery School, he had always been a popular figure in the school with all-around excellent grades. This time, the regiment commander asked him to lead the artillery platoon to compete with others.

He also felt a little overwhelmed. Regiment Commander Shangguan smiled and encouraged him, "Platoon Leader Huan, don't be nervous. Friendship first, competition second. Winning or losing is not important. The important thing is to learn from each other."

It was night, and all operations could only be carried out with torches. With a command to stop, the two teams participating in the competition immediately started to move.

Guo Taihe, the platoon leader of the Sixth Company who was selected to participate in the competition, ordered loudly, "Fu Jingshi, drive the car. Fan Ming, direct the operation. Go and drive the tractor over."

"The rest of you, come with me. Let's pack up the cannon first!"

"Yes!" All thirteen people in the platoon spoke in one voice. This alone made Xu Jingshi look at the soldiers of this regiment with new eyes.

"There are talented people in this platoon! These soldiers are too easy to command," Regiment Commander Xu thought to himself.

Platoon Leader Huan also directed two people to drive the car over, and the rest of the people went to put away the cannon's support and take off the muzzle.

Although it was not very clear in the flickering light of the torches, everyone could see that the thirteen people from the Special Operations Brigade moved quickly. When they ran over, the cannon support had already been put away in the blink of an eye.

The cannon barrel also quickly lowered. When the tractor drove over, these soldiers immediately took the cannon cover off the car. Some people put the cover on the cannon, and some people were hanging the cannon on the car.

When the cannon here had been dragged out of the position and started to be dragged towards the train, Platoon Leader Huan and the others were still packing things up in a panic.

When they saw that Platoon Leader Guo's cannon had already gone to the train, these people became even more nervous, and the more nervous they were, the more mistakes they made.

Platoon Leader Guo and the others pulled the cannon onto the train, secured it, and asked Commander Xu to check and confirm before dragging the cannon back and setting it up. It took a total of forty-seven minutes.

At this time, Huan Hongzhe and the others had not yet hung the cannon on the car. Shangguan Zhiwen said with a smile, "Learning first, winning or losing second."

Regiment Commander Xu could only say to his students, "Okay! Don't be busy anymore." Although it was in the dark night, his face was as dark as the night.

Last night, Regiment Commander Shangguan gave these officers and soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment a lesson, and today, the fate of operating the cannons was decided.

Regiment Commander Shangguan Zhiwen did not let them take over the cannons. He only let them observe how a real battle was fought on the battlefield today.

Nothing happened overnight. The soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment rested well on the train until dawn. In the early morning, when they were still sleeping on the train, they suddenly heard bursts of fierce shouts of killing outside the train.

Regiment Commander Xu quickly poked his head out of the carriage to check the situation. He saw teams of Special Operations Brigade soldiers practicing bayonet fighting in pairs on an open space outside the train.

The soldiers who had competed with his soldiers in operating cannons last night were practicing vigorously. They shouted "Kill!" with every move they made.

Regiment Commander Xu looked at these soldiers practicing bayonet fighting with wooden guns and could not connect them with the cannons not far away.

Cannons bombard enemies in the distance, and bayonets are used in hand-to-hand combat. The two weapons seemed so incompatible, but they appeared in the same team.

In any case, other people's teams got up early to train, which made Regiment Commander Xu feel a little resentful towards the soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment.

Without comparison, there would be no difference! He had just been educated by others last night, and now he was being compared to them unintentionally.

Regiment Commander Xu could no longer bear it. He loudly issued an order, "All troops, assemble! Morning exercise!"

The whistle sounded, and the soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Regiment all heard someone shouting, "All troops, assemble! Morning exercise!"

"All troops, assemble! Morning exercise!"

Although Regiment Commander Xu had issued the order, he immediately put on his clothes and waited personally under the train. His regiment still took a full half an hour to assemble.

When the companies were counting the number of people, there were still some soldiers who had not arrived! When everyone had assembled, the team that was practicing bayonet fighting was already running around the artillery position.

The soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Regiment also followed behind the Tenth Company and ran. When the soldiers of the Fifteenth Regiment saw the National Revolutionary Army regiment following behind them, they immediately became excited.

This was always the case in the team: you don't accept me, and I don't accept you!

With a National Revolutionary Army regiment following them, the Sixth Company leading the way immediately sped up, and the Seventh and Eighth Companies followed suit. With this acceleration, the Tenth Company at the front also sped up a lot.

The soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment lost the competition last night. Most of them were students with strong blood, and they had been holding back a sigh, wanting to regain their face.

At this time, they were running well behind the Tenth Company when they suddenly found that they were speeding up.

The meaning of this competition was self-evident! The National Revolutionary Army soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment immediately sped up and rushed up.

They were no longer willing to run behind the Tenth Company, but sped up to catch up and even wanted to overtake halfway!

How could the soldiers of the Tenth Company agree? They immediately sped up and rushed up. The Sixth Company at the front also understood the information coming from behind.

All five companies of the Fifteenth Regiment at the artillery position began to speed up. When they were serious, they immediately widened the gap between them and the student soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment. In the first two laps, the soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment could barely keep up.

After two laps, more and more soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment fell behind. Some of them simply gave up and shouted "Go!" outside the circle. Some soldiers slowed down and continued to run around the circle.

Regiment Commander Xu, who had been outside the circle, saw that so many of his soldiers had fallen behind after running less than three laps. Only then did he start to observe seriously. If he didn't observe seriously, he wouldn't know.

Once he was serious, he discovered a fact: none of the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade had fallen behind after running for so long.

What made him feel the most ashamed was that the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade were still running with their backpacks, rifles, and full equipment; his soldiers were all empty-handed.

Compared in this way, the soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment were at least a lap behind the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade in terms of physical fitness.

Company Commander Lü Jiagui led the Sixth Company and ran at the front. He did not run a few more laps with the team because of today's small competition with the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment.

Company Commander Sixth still ran according to the usual training volume and stopped after running five laps. The morning was only the beginning of the day, and there was no telling what tasks there would be next. He couldn't let the soldiers be too tired, just let them loosen their muscles and get their bodies moving.

When the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade stopped, each company would briefly comment on today's training situation and then disperse to rest and prepare for breakfast.

When the companies of the Special Operations Brigade stopped, the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment immediately stopped. They saw that the officers who came out to give instructions had all run like ordinary soldiers in the previous running training.

The ordinary soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment couldn't help but look back at their officers. Their officers were still standing outside the circle, commenting.

Some of these officers had just accompanied them for one lap, while some had not run a single step and had been urging these students, "Run! Run faster!"

They had been cheering for their soldiers on the sidelines. In the past, when they were in school, many officers were teachers, and they did the same: let the students do it! They only had to make requests.

Today, after comparing with the Special Operations Brigade team, the officers and soldiers of the Second Heavy Artillery Regiment had their own understanding.

These were just some episodes that happened this morning. The real battle was about to begin.

The Japanese artillery shells landed thousands of meters away from the artillery position, but the "rumbling" sound of the shells exploding could still be heard clearly at the artillery position.

Especially when a 150mm howitzer exploded, even though it was thousands of meters away, the ground could still be felt shaking clearly.

The Special Operations Brigade had made preparations for this battle in advance. Lin Fan had set up several reconnaissance teams in front of the Second Regiment's defense line yesterday.

These reconnaissance teams had been lurking on the front line, and they had been lurking in the mountains last night without returning to camp. Of course, they had not exposed their whereabouts.

Two reconnaissance teams discovered the Japanese artillery positions, and they had reported the detailed location of the Japanese artillery positions.

The artillery regiment of Nakajima Yokichi was stationed behind Zhang. Behind Zhang was the name of a place.

Although the name was a bit awkward, the Japanese had established their artillery position here, which was three kilometers away from Liu Laopao's defense line.

Three battalions of artillery in the Japanese artillery regiment could reach the Second Regiment's defense line. Although their first round of artillery bombardment deviated from the Second Regiment's position, the Japanese still had to adjust their firing parameters.

They had raised an observation balloon three hundred meters high in the air. The Special Operations Brigade had also raised the observation balloon seized from the Japanese 106th Mountain Artillery Regiment into the sky.

Sergeant Yamashita Kinonosuke, the Japanese observer in the basket, was watching the shells deviate from the target by more than a thousand meters and was reporting to the artillery of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment via telephone.

Lin Fan moved at this time. As soon as he moved, the soldiers of the Fifteenth Regiment reminded the National Revolutionary Army's heavy artillery regiment students who had come to observe.

They asked them to see clearly how the brigade commander fired the cannon. In the eyes of thousands of people, Lin Fan casually adjusted the angle of the anti-aircraft gun and double-adjusted the direction parameters.

Everyone knew the direction his cannon was aimed at: it was going to hit the Japanese observer. The aerial artillery observer was the eyes of the cannon.

Without the guidance of the observer, how could the cannons with a range of several kilometers know if they had hit the target?

Lin Fan fired a shot at the Japanese basket in the air. The thousands of people on the scene watched a red line fly out from here and fly all the way to the basket under the three-hundred-meter-high observation balloon.

This scene was like slow motion. Under the gaze of all the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade, the soldiers of the two regiments of the Sixty-sixth Army, and the three thousand members of the supply team, it was hit in one shot.

The Japanese basket was blown to pieces, and the Japanese who were reporting the landing point of the first round of shells in the basket were blown into many pieces at once.

Yamashita Kinonosuke was too high up. The Special Operations Brigade's artillery position four kilometers away could see it, and the more than five thousand Japanese soldiers of the Botian Heavy First Brigade not far from it also saw the whole process of it turning into pieces.

The observation balloon was also cut to pieces by the fragments produced by the shell explosion. Everyone saw the Japanese who had turned into pieces fall from the sky first.

The observation balloon turned into a fireball and fell from the sky to the ground.

The artillery position of the Special Operations Brigade was silent at first. After more than a minute, thunderous applause rang out at the scene.

Those student soldiers who had just come out of the artillery school shouted excitedly, "Divine cannon! Divine cannon!"

Now, they had been shocked by the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade three times! Even Regiment Commander Xu began to re-examine this team from the bottom of his heart.

Just now, his soldiers were still a little afraid of the shells fired by the Japanese. But now, they saw that their side had shot down the Japanese observation balloon with one shot, and they began to relax a little.

The observer in the air of the Special Operations Brigade also reported the landing point of the shells fired by the Sixth Company. There were also messages from the reconnaissance teams lurking in front inside the Sixth Company's walkie-talkie.

Comparing the two messages, Company Commander Lü Jiagui knew that the landing point of the shells had deviated from the target by four hundred meters in the southeast direction. Lin Fan explained to everyone on the scene how to adjust the artillery parameters at this time.

At this time, the Type 38 105mm cannon was fired again to launch a test shell. Next, according to the landing point of the shell, the parameters of the twelve cannons of the Seventh Company were adjusted again.

The third test shell was fired by the Eighth Company. After all the test shells of the three companies and three types of cannons had been fired once, the firing parameters were adjusted again according to the landing point of the first shell.

Only then was it ready to carry out a formal bombardment of the Japanese artillery position.

The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment watched the observation balloon be blown up by a shell from the National Revolutionary Army just after the start of the war. Fortunately, they always had a backup.

When the second observation balloon was being inflated nervously, they also found shells falling around their artillery position. The calibers of the three shells that fell were different. From the sound of the explosions and the range of damage, they could clearly distinguish what cannon they were fired from.

Listening to the sound of the shells falling and exploding, they analyzed that these cannons were exactly the same as the cannons their regiment was currently using.

The Japanese of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment immediately understood that it was the cannons that the 106th Field Artillery Regiment had given to the National Revolutionary Army that were firing.

Now the National Revolutionary Army was using these cannons to bombard them. The observation balloon rising in the distance was obviously also seized by the National Revolutionary Army. Now they had even raised the observation balloon into the sky. This was a very serious threat.

The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment pointed at the balloon and ordered, "Shoot it down!" The National Revolutionary Army had already shot down their observation balloon. It was only polite to return the favor.

He immediately ordered that the National Revolutionary Army's balloon be shot down. The order of the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment was immediately carried out.

The distance was not too far, probably only four or five kilometers. The Type 96 150mm howitzer, the Type 38 105mm cannon, and the Type 38 75mm field gun in his regiment could all reach this position.

For the sake of efficiency, this task was still handed over to the Suzuki Keigo Battalion. This battalion was equipped with Type 38 75mm field guns, which could completely reach such a long distance.

Battalion Commander Suzuki Keigo, who received the task, was drumming in his heart. Although the target was very clear and visible to the naked eye, it was very clear.

But such a small point in the air four or five kilometers away was as difficult as hitting a mosquito with a cannon.

Since the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment had given the order, his subordinate could only carry it out, and he didn't even dare to say a word of objection.

This glorious and arduous task was handed over to the Hanafusa Ichiki Squad. This squad had the best cannons.

After receiving the order, Hanafusa Ichiki, the squad leader, immediately ordered Nishimitsu Ikekai to measure the distance, ordered Shimamura Taketo to adjust the cannon parameters, and ordered Iwaya Haruhito to assist.

Several Japanese were busy. They adjusted the height and angle of the cannon and added medicine packages to the cannon shell. They had no confidence in hitting the target at such a long distance.

They were just trying their luck now! "Boom!" The first shot was fired. The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment raised his binoculars and kept staring at it, but he didn't see the shadow of the shell.

Even Nishimitsu Ikekai, who was aiming at the observation balloon, didn't see where the shell went. He couldn't see the landing point, nor could he see the flight path of the shell.

Even if he wanted to adjust the firing parameters, he didn't know how to do it! But anyway, the target in the distance was still there, which meant it hadn't been hit.

The parameters had to be adjusted anyway, so he adjusted them casually and immediately fired the second shell.

"Boom!" Another shell was fired, and the situation was the same as the previous shell.

The third shell was fired, and nothing changed. Nishimitsu Ikekai didn't dare to continue adjusting. He honestly reported to Captain Hanafusa Ichiki, "Captain! This is not going to work. We can't see the flight path of the shells we fire, and we don't know if they are hitting the left or right side of the target, or if they are hitting too close or too far."

"It's completely unreliable to rely on feeling to fire like this. This is an impossible task."

Captain Hanafusa Ichiki knew this was the result when he received the order. Even so, he still had to let his Japanese soldiers fire a few shots to show the battalion commander that he had worked hard and experimented. This was not his shirking responsibility, but the task was too difficult.

Battalion Commander Suzuki Keigo reported the situation to the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment, which made the commander's nose crooked, "How could the National Revolutionary Army shoot down our observation balloon with one shot?"

"You bunch of idiots, if one cannon can't shoot down their observation balloon, then arrange for a few more cannons to shoot it down."

"If you don't shoot down their observation balloon, the National Revolutionary Army's cannons will have eyes. How can you withstand their bombardment?"

No Japanese could withstand this. Battalion Commander Suzuki Keigo was extremely angry. He turned around and scolded Captain Hanafusa Ichiki and ordered all twelve cannons of the battalion to fire at the swaying balloon in the distance.

They were firing here, wanting to vent their anger for the observation balloon that was shot down from the air. At the position of the observation balloon that was shot down, a group of Japanese were cleaning up the mess.

These Japanese were busy preparing to raise the second observation balloon into the sky. Suddenly, Hida Ichiro picked up a bloody arm from the ground, "Is this Yamashita-kun's?"

"It must be Yamashita-kun's. He was blown to pieces in the air. Now it's good, we found one of his hands, which is enough to comfort his family." Sergeant Jinbo Takumi said excitedly. He and Yamashita Kinonosuke were from the same village, and he was really happy for Yamashita Kinonosuke.

Originally, he thought that he could only grab a handful of ashes from the other Japanese ashes and send them back to Yamashita Kinonosuke's family. Now it was good to have a piece of his arm.

"Yamashita-kun is really a lucky Japanese. Even in this situation, we can still find his body." Another Japanese said sincerely.

As they said this, their movements were not slow. Hida Ichiro sat in the basket. They still needed a Japanese to go up and be an observer.

As for Yamashita Kinonosuke's experience just now, it was the first time this artillery regiment had encountered it, so it could only be regarded as an accident.

The Japanese observation balloon slowly rose into the sky. Not only did the Japanese see it, but the officers and soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade in the distance also saw it clearly.

The officers and soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment all looked at the position of the high-altitude cannon with expectant eyes. Just now, they had learned from the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade that the one who fired the cannon was the brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade.

These National Revolutionary Army officers and soldiers were envious: how could other people's brigade commanders be so powerful that they could blow up the Japanese observation balloon four kilometers away with a single shot!

Now they still wanted to see if the shot just now was luck or strength!

Lin Fan watched the Japanese observation balloon rise again. He knew that the Japanese had prepared three observation balloons, just to prevent accidents.

Unfortunately, today was not an accident. Lin Fan fired another shot and completely and unexpectedly hit the target. At this time, the twelve cannons of the Suzuki Keigo Battalion were still working hard to fire.

They all saw their own observation balloon rise into the sky and then fall from the sky.

Without comparison, there would be no harm. With this comparison, Battalion Commander Suzuki Keigo started to get anxious without the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment urging him.

Sergeant Hida Ichiro rose into the sky. Before he had time to sigh, he might not even have found the direction before he turned into pieces and scattered from the sky.

The Japanese, led by Jinbo Takumi, who were still watching him on the ground, were embarrassed: should they raise the last observation balloon? Send another Japanese to die?

Just now, Sergeant Hida Ichiro took the initiative to enter the basket. He was looking for death himself. This time, he was afraid that no Japanese would be willing to sit in the basket again.

When these Japanese looked at each other, the front line of the Second Regiment and the artillery position of the Fifteenth Regiment were cheering.

Especially the soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment, they were the most excited people. The cheers of "Divine cannon! Divine cannon!" were endless.

Regiment Commander Xu couldn't help but say admiringly, "It really is a divine cannon!" He had been the dean of academic affairs and knew better than the students the difficulty of Lin Fan hitting the target with these two shots.

The first time, he thought Lin Fan was lucky. He hit the target with one shot twice in a row, so it could no longer be explained by luck.

Such a brigade commander, such a regiment! Such officers, such soldiers! No wonder their combat effectiveness was so strong.

Lin Fan shot down the Japanese observation balloon twice in a row, greatly boosting the morale of the Special Operations Brigade. Especially for the soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment.

They excitedly discussed how Lin Fan had calculated the various parameters of the two shots he had just fired. They also carefully watched the soldiers of the Fifteenth Regiment operate the cannons.

Now the officers and soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment were completely shocked by Lin Fan's skill of hitting two out of two shots. Now they no longer dared to underestimate the infantry of the Special Operations Brigade.

They believed that if the soldiers under a divine gunner like Lin Fan couldn't hit the target, they would be ashamed to death. In fact, these people in the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment didn't know one thing: a gunner like Lin Fan was not so easy to train. Dafeng Novel Network

The test shells of the three companies had been fired, and the various parameters had been adjusted according to Lin Fan's suggestion. With Lin Fan's order, thirty-six cannons fired at the same time.

For a time, the position was full of artillery fire, smoke filled the air, the ground kept shaking, and shells with fire tongues flew towards the distance.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly rose. The soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment watched the infantry operate the cannons with practiced movements.

They were all comparing themselves in their hearts, thinking about what they could do. After ten consecutive rounds of bombardment, the artillery fire on the Special Operations Brigade's side temporarily stopped.

The reconnaissance members lurking not far from the Japanese artillery position began to report the information back: most of the shells exploded on the Japanese artillery position.

The Japanese artillery position was now shrouded in smoke and it was impossible to see what the situation inside was. After the bombardment stopped, there were still explosions coming from the Japanese artillery position, indicating that their shells were exploding.

Lin Fan ordered, "Let the officers and soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment operate the cannons themselves and fire ten rounds of shells to continue the bombardment."

Although Regiment Commander Xu had not received the order from the Second War Zone to accept the command of the Special Operations Brigade, this time he willingly accepted Lin Fan's order.

He had been conquered by the combat effectiveness of the Special Operations Brigade and was also conquered by Lin Fan's artillery firing skills. Under the personal guidance of the soldiers of the three companies of the Fifteenth Regiment, the officers and soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment began their first real battle of firing cannons at the Japanese.

The sound of the cannons was exciting. This artillery team, which had just been formed for three days, was finally able to fire at the Japanese.

Saying it ten times in the classroom is not as good as actually operating it once. The officers and soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment followed the instructions and fired ten rounds of bombardment at the Japanese. They felt that they had learned a lot.

At this time, they cleaned the residue from the barrel and also cooled the barrel. The soldiers of the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Companies all verbally directed the soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment to operate.

Yesterday, Platoon Leader Huan lost the competition and was still a little unconvinced. Now that both sides were working together, he asked a soldier beside him, "According to the regulations, it takes an hour for a cannon to change from the combat state to the traveling state. Why are your movements so fast?"

The soldier said with a smile, "This kind of thing is just about using brute force. You just have to practice every day. If you are by this cannon all day long and keep disassembling and assembling it, you can definitely do it faster than us in a month."

"The brigade commander said: sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime. Usually, we have so much training that we have no time to rest."

"Yesterday, their squad was not the fastest. We have had competitions in our team. The fastest team only needs fifteen minutes to change from the combat state to the traveling state, and they can also change from the traveling state to the combat state in fifteen minutes."

Hearing the soldier say so much, Platoon Leader Huan was convinced, "Your movements are really fast, I'm convinced. When I was in school, I always thought I was the best student."

"It was only when I left school that I realized I was just sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"

The soldier said with a smile, "If you realize your shortcomings, just work hard to train. As long as you want to train, you can definitely do it successfully."

Platoon Leader Huan continued to ask, "Are you artillerymen or infantrymen?"

"We are infantrymen! If we were artillerymen, these cannons wouldn't be handed over to you. We would have kept them for ourselves."

"It's a waste for infantry to be so proficient in operating cannons. The Second War Zone searched all the troops in the entire war zone to put together two heavy artillery regiments."

"The students in our school, no matter what grade they are in, have all been assigned to the heavy artillery brigade." Platoon Leader Huan said with emotion.

The soldier of the Special Operations Brigade said with a smile, "The brigade commander said: the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade must be able to operate, use, and troubleshoot general faults of all the weapons and equipment of the Special Operations Brigade."

"I'm just not good at flying planes now! I know how to use all the other weapons in the team."

"You can drive a tank too?" Platoon Leader Huan said deliberately.

"Yes! We seized the Japanese tanks, and the brigade commander used these tanks to let us practice. I wouldn't dare to say that I drive very well, but at least I can drive them to fight." The soldier said proudly.

This kind of exchange was constantly repeated between the soldiers of the two teams. The more the soldiers of the Heavy Artillery Second Regiment knew about the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade, the more they admired them.

The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment was still angry at the incompetence of his Japanese soldiers when the artillery fire of the Special Operations Brigade came.

Shells exploded on his artillery position. The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment quickly hid in the command post, watching the figures of Japanese soldiers being blown up everywhere on the fiery battlefield.

He began to be afraid: this was the first time that the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment had been bombed since he had led this team.

It had always been his cannons bombing the National Revolutionary Army. When had he ever been bombed by the National Revolutionary Army? Especially when he thought that these shells were from the Empire, the cannons that fired the shells were from the Empire, and even the Japanese soldiers who were bombed to death were from the Empire.

Thinking about it this way, it was really sad, too sad!

He was lifting a stone to drop it on his own feet, making shells to bomb himself to death!

The artillery fire of the National Revolutionary Army lasted for a full half an hour before it stopped. As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment quickly ordered, "Rescue the wounded, repair the cannons, and prepare to counterattack!"

"Counterattack!" The Japanese artillery regiment wanted to counterattack, but where should they fire?

The infantry defense line of the National Revolutionary Army was in front, and they had not completely worked out the firing parameters. Where was the artillery position of the National Revolutionary Army?

The commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment didn't even know. Two of the regiment's observation balloons had been blown up, and finally, the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment didn't order it to continue to rise into the sky.

He understood: the National Revolutionary Army could shoot down the first observation balloon, and then they shot down the second observation balloon. It was very easy to shoot down the third observation balloon.

Understanding this, the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment calmed down and ordered, "Notify the entire regiment, all cannons retreat immediately."

After giving the order, he reported to the commander of the Botian Heavy First Brigade that the artillery regiment had been devastated.

The commander of the Botian Heavy First Brigade was still in the command post behind, happily drinking sake and watching the dance. He had already given the operational plan for the front, and he didn't need to worry about the rest. The Japanese soldiers of each regiment only needed to follow the orders.

Suddenly, he received a report from the commander of the Nakajima Yokichi regiment that the artillery regiment had been attacked. The commander of the Botian Heavy First Brigade jumped up from the ground and shouted in surprise, "That's impossible!"