"It's still cool with heavy artillery!" Meng Xiang, who was listening to the live report, couldn't help but sigh. Although Xiaohua was temporarily transplanted, it still did not have the monitoring function within the direct jurisdiction of the main base, otherwise Meng Xiang would have turned on to watch the live broadcast. Even if you can't detect the whereabouts of the devils on the other side at any time.

Before, out of a variety of considerations, he had not worked heavy artillery. In the 105 mm artillery is enough to meet the usual demand, as well as the inconvenience of road transportation, plus the heavy artillery trade is not as good as ordinary artillery, and considering the threat posed by aircraft to the difficult movement of heavy artillery, Meng Xiang has always focused on the construction of 105 mm and below artillery, leaving only four 150 mm training guns in the artillery battalion.

Accustomed to airplanes, tanks, and missiles, he ignored the deterrent power of heavy artillery in this era.

Thinking that the K16 produced by the base was only one-twelfth of the original historical cost, Meng Xiang couldn't help but eagerly give an order to continue production.

"Heavy artillery! Super cannon! "The sequelae of YY man in the Internet era began to erupt again.

"Xiaohua, can the super cannon be produced?"

"Your Excellency, Commander White! The query result, there is no record of the super cannon list! Please check it manually yourself! ”

"I, I mean the French cannon!" Meng Xiang was dizzy when he thought of so many weapon lists, he usually just selected the classics he obtained in later generations to produce. As for the detailed catalogue listed by Zhi Brain, he has also been studying and recording, but Zhi Brain does not display specific data, so he can't produce everything and test it himself, right?

Maybe in the future, in order to establish their own weapons production system, they will produce some of them for research, but now they have no time, no money, and no talent.

"One condition is missing, and it can't be produced for the time being, but it can be obtained after the commander upgrades!" Xiaohua's voice was still cold, but it was like a heavenly voice in Meng Xiang's ears.

He asked casually, but he didn't expect Xiaohua to give a hint. Obviously, as long as you upgrade yourself, you can get the opportunity to produce French cannons. At that time, Meng Xiang's saliva was just about to flow out, and he suddenly thought of the price, he had thought about producing Paris cannons and so on before, but when he saw the price given by Zhi Brain, he retreated.

A super cannon whose deterrent power is greater than the actual use effect, and all the gunners should be transferred to serve, even if it is a product of World War I, even if there is a cheap discount for the base, but the production cost of the base of more than 500,000 yuan, coupled with the expensive price of each shell, made him retreat directly.

Maybe it will be used later, but it is by no means just for the present to satisfy his curiosity.

"How much does it cost?" Meng Xiang has now learned to ask cheekily and not be afraid of being rejected, how many times he knows that he will be rejected by Zhi Brain, but he still tirelessly asks to explore some of these opportunities.

"The conditions are insufficient, and it cannot be consulted!" Xiaohua sobered him up again.

Meng Xiang was used to this, and he didn't pay attention to it anymore, just searched for a detailed list of heavy artillery.

……

"Baga, how could you not know that the army on the opposite side still has a lot of heavy artillery?" Ryosuke Isoya was really annoyed at this time, and yelled at Kiji Sakata, who was in charge of intelligence.

Sakata Guiji bowed his head and didn't dare to respond, he was also wronged in his heart, there are only a handful of heavy artillery in China, and the arms trade of this kind of heavy artillery is no better than others, and there are traces of each one, but somehow, the vanguard army on the opposite side also has a lot of heavy artillery. He suddenly thought of the arms dealer and the mysterious American, and he couldn't help but point the finger at Citigroup.

"Check it out! Check it out! How many heavy artillery are there in the end! Ryosuke Isoya finally yelled and kicked Sakata out.

The deterrent power of heavy artillery does not need to be otherwise, other artillery still has to run, and the heavy artillery of 150 mm caliber is covered within three or four hundred meters, and it is impossible to run, so you can only pray for fate.

It can already be judged that there are at least ten 150 mm cannons on the opposite bank, but the opponent's artillery does not seem to be stingy with shells and barrels, and the density is so great that the imperial artillery wing scratches its head a little.

After the unprepared Reading Field Artillery Wing was bombarded by heavy artillery, the ammunition was detonated, and the two brigades were directly destroyed.

Heavy shelling also stalled the momentum of the offensive on the other side. At that time, because of the trouble of transporting heavy artillery, the 150-mm artillery of the division and regiment was only half of the 12 150-mm howitzers of the 150-mm field heavy artillery wing of the Reading Force on the shore. Attacked by the heavy artillery on the opposite side, he was caught off guard and lost three guns.

Such a big loss can not make Ryosuke Isoya angry.

"Mobilize the heavy artillery wing in the rear and suppress the opposing fire!" He commanded.

At the same time, Meng Xiang was also ordering: "The produced artillery is directly transported to the front line!" There is one door and one door! "One more artillery piece in front of you will increase your strength by one point.

The artillery that had been released in response also began to fire back early. Relying on the superiority in numbers, he also destroyed the two heavy guns of the vanguard army. When Kong Ci was distressed, two more doors were transported from the rear.

"Give me non-stop fighting, don't feel sorry for the shells and barrels! Without that, we still have it! Meng Xiang's original words were also delivered. This sentence immediately ignited the violent factor in Kong Ci's blood. On the usually quiet face, the blue tendons on his forehead suddenly appeared, and he dragged the herald past him, and shouted close to his ear: "Give me a hard beating, enough shells!" ”

……

"203mm howitzer!" Meng Xiang noticed this at once.

He once saw a comparative record that the average 155-caliber gun had a firing error of 38 meters at 11 km, while the British M1 was only 15 meters, and the 16 km gun was only 17 meters. Similarly, the 155-mm howitzer shell has a kill radius of about 35 meters, while the 203-mm one of the M1 has a radius of about 47 meters.

Although Meng Xiang couldn't remember these detailed data clearly, he remembered that there was a total, and on the whole, one 203 artillery shell could top two 155 artillery shells.

So, after some searching, Meng Xiang inquired about two 203mm howitzers that had some impressions.

The predecessors of the British M1 gun and the Soviet Type 1931, both classics.

However, the predecessor of the M1 gun had two World War I style guns, which were cheap and affordable, so after comparing them for a while, Meng Xiang still gave up the 1931 type, which was better than the surname.

"Build a Model 1918 Type 203 mm howitzer!" Meng Xiang immediately gave the order to the chariot factory to build this kind of artillery, anyway, it is slow to move, the price is not much different, and the surname can be increased again, why not use it?

……

All of a sudden, several artillery wings of the 10th Division pulled over. On a short stretch of river shoreline, a stance was opened and a confrontation began.

Holding his wounded right arm, Suzuki shouted loudly, directing him to fire at the opposite side with only nine 120mm howitzers left. And the 105-mm artillery shells on the opposite bank are also constantly pouring in this direction.

The winter nights are extraordinarily long, and before a glimmer of light appears on the horizon, all that remains in the sky are the slightly curved traces of the cannonballs that pierce the night sky.

"It's really none of our business!" Hu Minghe held a paper cigarette in his mouth, leaned on an ammunition box, and kept muttering.

Huang Huamin didn't speak, just kept holding the binoculars and looking at the other side.

On the other side of the river, there was no longer any soldier who was still charging before, and only the roar of artillery was left on both sides of the Yellow River. Artillery below 70 mm directly lost the opportunity to speak, and the protagonist of this battlefield was the roar of 150 mm caliber guns.

"Why are the cannons on our side getting more and more fired?" Hu Minghe finished a cigarette, crushed the butt of the cigarette butt directly into the dirt on the side wall, took a deep breath and said to himself, "At first, there were only ten doors, and then there were six more." We still have private goods hidden in our division! ”

He looked at Huang Huamin, who was still looking at the other side. Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but think of the mysterious dragon organization in his mind.

"They're strong!"

"What a fucking pleasure!" Gu Minhui was afraid that his thigh would fall crookedly in the improvised trench, but the scalded palm hurt his heart. The long time of carrying the cannonballs also made him so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, and looked at the two hundred cattle that were still being carried next to him, and he couldn't help shouting: "This is really fucking happy, Lao Tzu has been fighting cannons for ten years, and he hasn't fought much this night." ”

"Hurry up, give the little devil a little more power!" Deng Dayan reminded the soldiers of each gun position one by one. Due to the excessive physical exertion of artillery before, the work of carrying shells was replaced by infantry who were idle and had nothing to do. If this continues, for a while and a half, absolutely no one will cross the river again. It is said that the three half-laid pontoon bridges erected by the sappers have long since been blown up.

Deng Dayan had just gotten off the running position of the largest 150-caliber artillery, and when he was training in the Central Army before, he had touched this caliber gun, but he had never fired live ammunition. The ears couldn't hear anything, not even the buzzing sound.

Three trucks drove over, this kind of German goods with lightning signs, very leathery, can transport goods, and it is no problem to pull guns, and the little slope does not need to be pushed, and it can rush up in one breath. Because the heavy artillery position is far behind, the car can drive directly over, and there is no need to worry too much about the shelling of the devils.

"Unload!" The driver of the car just shouted coldly, and the soldiers around him ran over.

"It's a cannon again, it just so happens that the barrel of this cannon is a little bad, change this side!" Gu Minhui ignored the pain in the scalded palm, and grabbed the canvas covering the cannon, "Put this over there!" ”

"There's still a door missing on our side, let us go there." Zhang Mingdou on the gun position next to him also grabbed the canvas, "This should be put on our side." ”

As the two men fought, the sail was half-opened, and the muzzle of the cannon was exposed.

Everyone inhaled in unison, and Deng Dayan, who was looking at the excitement, couldn't help shouting: "I'm a mother!" This cannon is bigger! ”