Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

On our surface positions, there was continuous artillery fire and the air was filled with smoke.

The deafening sound of artillery fire continued to bombard the silent air.

The Japs kept bombing for a long time, but there was no sign of any counterattack from our army.

This abnormal silence made the division commander Huang Xiejun suspicious. If there were no living people on the opposite position, no amount of bombing would have any effect.

He hurried to the Japanese regiment commander and asked anxiously, "Taijun, the bombardment is so intense that even the rats on the PLA positions have been killed three times. Can we stop it?"

There was a hint of helplessness and confusion in his tone.

Because part of this artillery fire will fall on his head, and it is a powerful death cannon.

If the bombardment fails to cause damage to the enemy, it is equivalent to bombarding your own people.

The Yellow Shoe Army was the first to bear the brunt of the cannon fodder.

Upon hearing this, the Japanese regiment commander raised a meaningful smile.

It patted the shoulder of the Yellow Shoes Division Commander in a feigned concern, and said solemnly, "There's hope! I have always cherished the lives of every soldier. If a problem can be solved with artillery fire, why should we let our warriors take risks?"

This statement sounds high-sounding, but in fact it reveals his disregard for the lives of the Yellow Shoes Army soldiers. Everyone knows that the artillery fire the commander mentioned refers to the conscienceless artillery, which is quite unreliable!

After a brief pause, the commander's eyes became cold and resolute. He continued to issue orders: "Pass the order down, the entire army advances one hundred meters and then conducts a final round of artillery fire. After that, everyone rushes forward and captures the enemy's position in one fell swoop!"

There was unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if everything was under his control, including the lives of the Yellow Shoes Army soldiers.

"Ha Yi!" Although the Yellow Shoe Army Division Commander was unwilling, he had no choice but to agree and turned around to carry out this order that was destined to be full of danger.

He knew that he and his soldiers had once again become pawns in the hands of the Japanese and were being ruthlessly pushed to the brink of death.

On the other side, the so-called "dead cannon" was being operated by the Yellow Shoe Army soldiers with trembling hands.

Not only is the performance of this type of cannon extremely unstable and prone to explosion, the accuracy of its shells is also beyond question.

The soldiers were filled with fear and helplessness. They knew that every shot might be a gamble with their lives.

The landing point of the shells was completely unpredictable. They wanted to fire it forward, but it might end up flying behind them. This feeling of despair almost suffocated them.

So before lighting the fire, they would silently chant: "Buddha bless you." However, the Buddha obviously would not stand on the side of the Yellow Shoes Army.

The Japanese soldiers stood far away, six hundred meters away, enjoying the so-called "safe distance", and handed over such dangerous weapons to the Yellow Shoe Army to operate.

This scene was undoubtedly a great violation of the life dignity of the Yellow Shoe Army soldiers.

What they call "for the safety of their subordinates" is actually just a hypocritical excuse that cannot cover up their selfish and cruel nature.

Commander Huang Xiejun experienced a fierce struggle in his heart.

For a moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes, which was a deep dissatisfaction with the status quo and a desire for dignity, making him almost make an earth-shaking decision - to revolt on the battlefield.

However, reality was like a cold iron wall, pulling him back from his fantasy.

Looking around, I saw the devils wandering around the edge of the battlefield like ghosts. Their laughter and threats intertwined together, creating a suffocating feeling of oppression.

On the other side, the PLA position that had been confronting him not long ago was now in ruins, with the aftermath of the explosion still reverberating. The soldiers over there must be in doubt about their lives, and the ruins after several bombings made the division commander see no hope at all.

He knew that once he led his troops to revolt, he would immediately become a common target of the Japanese and the Omanriks.

If the enemy fails to give him shelter immediately, his troops will face even more brutal encirclement and bombing, and will undoubtedly die faster!

Thinking of this, the division commander Huang Xiejun couldn't help but shook his head. It was a sigh of helplessness towards fate, and also a clear understanding of the vulnerability of his own troops.

He understood that although his troops were large in number, their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the Japanese, and without strong fortifications, they could not withstand fierce artillery fire and siege.

Many of them may have been forced to join the Yellow Shoe Army without fully understanding the nature and consequences of war. What they need is hope for survival.

They have long abandoned their dignity.

He knew that they had no way back and could only go down this path until the end. The little flame of rebellion that had just risen was immediately extinguished by him.

In the end, he had no choice but to give the order to fire.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" of artillery rang out like thunder, followed by endless "boom, boom, boom". It was the roar of conscienceless cannons, and each sound was accompanied by the power of destruction.

Our army's surface positions were naturally shaken and a sea of ​​fire; and the Yellow Shoe Army's positions were not much better.

This round of shelling was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of the Yellow Shoe Army soldiers. More than 200 living figures were forever frozen in the darkness of history at this moment, never to greet the dawn again.

This is the characteristic of a heartless cannon, it kills the enemy while also hurting itself.

However, our army's ground positions maintained an eerie tranquility amid the deafening artillery fire.

There was no shouting, no counterattack, only silence, as if there had never been any life here. All the noise and fighting disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The thousands of troops that once stationed here seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, leaving no trace.

The sound of artillery fire gradually died down, leaving only smoke and broken ruins on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Yellow Shoe Army rushed towards our army's surface positions like tired wild beasts, howling, as if venting their dissatisfaction with reality and their desire to end the war and save their lives.

The Japanese troops seemed more cautious. They followed the Yellow Shoe Army carefully, fearing that they would fall into a trap.

However, when the two forces finally entered our army's position, what awaited them was endless doubts and confusion.

Before our eyes, our army’s positions were empty, with only the broken bunkers and shell casings scattered on the ground telling of the fierce battle that had taken place here.

The Yellow Shoes Army and the Japs looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and astonishment: Where are the people? No matter how hard they bombarded before, once they launched a charge, they would always be hit head-on.

This time, contrary to their usual practice, they did not launch any counterattack. The Japanese did not think that these artillery fire could kill all the enemies. Did they just disappear out of thin air?

They found nothing but ruins and dead silence.

Not even a bone or a body was found, which made everyone feel unbelievable.

Could it be that this round of bombing was so terrible that it completely wiped out the defenders? But this was obviously not in line with common sense, because even the most violent explosion would leave some traces.

In the end, they had to accept a cruel fact: in this seemingly fierce battle, they were actually just performing a self-deception show.

Cannons, planes, and that damn cannon, all of them were in vain!

Our army had already completed a sophisticated retreat and concealment amid the artillery fire, turning the battlefield into an uninhabited foggy area.

This battle was not only a heavy blow to the Yellow Shoe Army and the Japanese, but also a ruthless mockery of their wisdom and tactics.

The commander of the regiment finally arrived and listened carefully to the report of the devils. He smiled bitterly and said:

"It's promising! We fought well! Prepare to send a telegram to the division headquarters, saying that after a fierce and bloody battle, we have successfully captured the PLA's material transfer station. Unfortunately, the PLA blew up all the supplies before evacuating, and our army failed to seize any spoils of war."

As the order was issued, the Japanese and the Yellow Shoe Army began to get busy arranging camping arrangements.

It was late at night, the wind was biting cold, and they were extremely tired.

They were even unwilling to dig a foxhole that could only accommodate one person, and just lay down on the ground in a mess.

The yellow-shoe soldiers, lacking military coats, huddled together to keep each other warm.

However, in this seemingly peaceful camp, a silent battle is quietly taking place.

Our soldiers took advantage of the psychological blind spot that the Japanese would not monitor the radio signals under their feet, and cleverly extended a thin wire from a hidden ventilation hole. This wire was almost invisible in the night, but it carried vital information.

It transformed into a makeshift antenna, quietly transmitting the eight-word message - "I'm underground, fire at me!" to the nearest air defense regiment.