As the first shell exploded violently, a huge amount of smoke and dust kicked up, and the sharp and piercing "whoosh" sound sounded in Liu Lang's ears like the grim smile of a scythe-wielding grim reaper. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just a test firing, a thought flashed in Liu Lang's mind that made him shiver.

In the artillery group's artillery bombardment of the target, the test firing of the target is the most accurate method to determine the beginning of the effective shot, even if in later generations there is laser ranging and artillery radar, test firing is also a method often adopted by artillerymen in order to improve the artillery group's artillery accuracy.

Judging from the sound of shells rushing out of the chamber and cutting through the sky, this is at least an artillery battalion with full firepower, if Liu Lang is not mistaken, according to the establishment of the national army in World War II, an artillery battalion has 3 companies, 6 guns per company, a total of 18 cannons.

When it comes to shelling, the first thing that many people think of is a certain word called "10,000 artillery fires", and they think that it is called shelling.

If there really is a salvo of 10,000 guns, then the commander who directs the artillery bombardment is really stupid. According to the "Artillery Tactics Course" of the People's Liberation Army in later generations, the safety interval between the two guns was 50 to 100 meters, and in order to avoid enemy shelling, it was even required to reach 150 meters, and the depth should reach 300 to 450 meters. How much space is needed to place 10,000 guns, and is it necessary to place them on the enemy position opposite?

The largest artillery bombardment in the history of Chinese warfare belonged to the Battle of Tianjin, in which 538 artillery pieces of the Red Army sent a full 600,000 kilograms of shells to the enemy's position within an hour, and as a result, the position of an integrated division of the Nationalist Army became a piece of rubble, the casualty rate of soldiers was as high as 76 percent, and the integrated division with a full strength of more than 20,000 people was directly disabled under the power of the god of war.

Not to mention hundreds of cannons, just the dozen or so cannons that have already fired, according to the radius of 10 meters of the killing range of shrapnel and shock wave of a 75-mm howitzer, more than a dozen howitzers can cover the thousands of square meters of Liu Lang's location indiscriminately.

The cannon doesn't have long eyes to distinguish between friend and foe, no matter whether it is friend or foe, as long as it is within the killing range, it will be the end of becoming scum.

Thinking with his ass, Liu Lang can know that on this position, which has no resistance and is basically abandoned, the defenders are only using artillery bombardment to maintain the dignity of their lost positions and kill and wound the enemy as much as possible.

As for whether there are his own people, it is estimated that in the eyes of the commander, there is really only "hehe" left.

Soldiers, in the eyes of the big guys, have always been just a set of numbers, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, no exception.

It was too late to think about any more dreams, or he would be dried in the sunset with the severed limbs.

"Wori" Liu Langwei screamed, and rushed forward with all his strength and feet.

Even if there are hundreds of aliens with spears in front of him, Liu Lang is still fearless, and within three seconds, if he doesn't rush to that crater, he will probably not have to be afraid in the future.

To be worthy of fear, one must first live.

When Liu Lang rolled into the crater with a gray face, the cannonballs with a death howl were like meteors crossing the sky, hitting the ground fiercely, blooming the last splendor.

In an instant, the ground shook, and in the brilliant firelight and smoke, the Japanese troops lying on the ground helplessly changed from the army to the "airborne troops", were thrown up, then fell, and then died silently.

There was no wailing, because there was no time to wail, and in the face of the huge shock wave, the steel became fragile, not to mention the tender flesh and blood.

No matter how well-trained and how the Imperial Japanese Army, which is known as the world's No. 1 individual soldier quality, still seems so fragile in the face of the power of human science and technology, and has been blown into slag by artillery fire in the sky.

The surviving soldiers, dragging their ridiculously long guns, fled backwards after a round of shelling.

Here, for them, is hell.

"Silly fork, can you outrun a cannonball?" Liu Lang said to himself disdainfully while trying to hide himself deeper in the crater.

As long as the commander of the defending side is not a fool and observes the enemy's retreat, even if it is only for the sake of dignity, the extension of artillery fire is almost inevitable.

As Liu Lang expected, two rounds of extended artillery fire blew up the Japanese soldiers who had escaped from the wolf and rabbit back into the arms of Amaterasu.

The Japanese artillery is naturally not vegetarian, after a short reaction time, it quickly launched a countermeasure to the opponent's shelling, dozens of cannons roared, and the artillery group behind Liu Lang did not know what was stimulated, a look of openness, in the face of the huge disadvantage, more than a dozen cannons still roared and the Japanese army hard ****** bombs flew over from the sky above Liu Lang's position, and I smashed over, and the fight was quite lively.

Liu Lang breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to the fact that laser-guided artillery shells had not been invented in this era, otherwise the crater theory he gambled on might not necessarily keep him alive in the artillery fire.

To be alive is to be happy.

But for the vast majority of people, living actually means appreciating pain.

Liu Lang, who had escaped the shelling, stared at his white and chubby palms, as if 10,000 bison had stepped over in his heart.

It's muddy.

Wise men usually like to say that God has closed a door for you and opened a window for you.

Liu Lang now believes that God opened a back door for him to play through and closed all the windows.

The sad Liu Lang no longer has the steel and iron bones that he used to be able to train with one to ten, and he does not have a digital individual soldier equipment worth more than 100,000 US dollars, anyway, everything Liu Lang can think of is wood.

All he has is a fat body of more than 200 pounds, a woolen major national army uniform, plus 。。。。。。

A soul from seventy years later.

Even if Lao Tzu is blown up to slag, it would be good for you to give Lao Tzu the parallel bazooka that Lao Tzu was holding!

There is no plug-in, so what about the legendary guns for colonel-level officers? This should be possible! Touching all over the body, Liu Lang, who didn't even find a razor except for fat or fat, pulled his fat face and wanted to cry without tears.

It's no wonder that this dead and unarmed major, especially such an obese major, has a chance of surviving on such a battlefield, really.

It's not as good as a pig.

Anyway, the pig still has four legs, one is injured, and the other person has three legs!

Liu Lang looked at the huge wound on his thigh that now belonged to him and smiled bitterly.