Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Although the Japanese devils of the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade were somewhat afraid of the reputation of the Iron Flow Field Army, it was more based on hearsay, and they were full of suspicion and contempt in their hearts.

They have never witnessed the true power of the PLA's artillery with their own eyes. The Japanese who retreated from Shanxi Province "exaggerated" the PLA's artillery as if it were miraculous, but they believed that this was more like a myth fabricated by cowards to shirk responsibility.

How is that possible! Most of the original Eighth Route Army were peasants. Even if a lot of cannons and armored vehicles fell from the sky, they would not be able to learn how to use them!

The night was as dark as ink. Inside the camp, the pirates' military equipment was scattered randomly. Cars, armored vehicles and even tanks were like lambs to be slaughtered, defenselessly exposed in this land that was about to be engulfed by anger.

They lie on the ground without covering or covering themselves, as if to say, "Come on, I won't resist."

In this dead silence, a Japanese soldier became anxious and quietly moved to the edge of the camp, looking for a hidden place to satisfy his physiological needs.

After peeing, it shivered and was about to pull up its pants and turn back to the camp. Suddenly, the night sky was torn apart, and a sharp and piercing whistle broke the tranquility of the night.

It looked up in astonishment and saw countless spots of light in the night sky like angry meteors, with blazing trails, cutting through the darkness at incredible speeds and heading straight for the camp.

Those spots of light gradually grew larger in its eyes and became omens of death.

This is certainly not a meteor shower, but the legendary cannonball!

Fear was like ice, instantly freezing its throat. It opened its mouth wide but could only make silent roars.

What’s even more amazing is that the bladder that had been empty was once again filled with liquid, which seeped out uncontrollably and soaked the diaper.

The roar of the 155mm howitzer was deafening. Every shell landed accurately in the Japanese pirates' camp. The flames and shock waves generated by the explosion tore the night into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a salvo of 370mm rocket launchers brought this firepower feast to a climax. Dozens of rockets were like angry fire dragons, carrying destructive power, turning the camp into a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

The sounds of explosions, flames, and smoke intertwined to create a doomsday scene.

The Japanese were panicked by the sudden attack and fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to escape.

The steel torrent that was once thought to be invincible was now vulnerable to the PLA's powerful firepower.

Some of the vehicles were blown to pieces, turning into pieces all over the ground; some changed their positions from lying prone to lying supine; some excitedly caught fire.

That night, the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade of the Japanese pirates finally witnessed the true strength of the Iron Flow Field Army. Those stories that were once regarded as myths have now turned into cold reality and are imprinted in the hearts of every surviving Japanese soldier.

In the dead of night, the sound of artillery fire can be heard from far away.

At the Japanese positions in the direction of Liaocheng, when the sound of artillery fire suddenly rang out, the Japanese soldiers seemed to be pushed violently by an invisible giant hand. They panicked and crawled around looking for bunkers and anti-artillery holes to hide in.

Unlike the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade which lacked experience in being attacked, these Japanese soldiers were experienced in bombings and were accustomed to the baptism of artillery fire.

The reason why they seemed a little slack during this shelling was simply because rumors of our army's lack of ammunition were quietly spreading among the army, giving them a glimmer of hope.

However, as the artillery roared for a full half hour, the Japanese soldiers in the Liaocheng direction began to feel confused and uneasy, and asked their leaders questions one after another.

"Your Excellency, the division commander, something is wrong!" A Japanese spy reported hurriedly, "It seems that the enemy's shells are all duds. Half an hour has passed, and not a single shell has exploded on our position!"

Upon hearing this, the division commander's face turned pale. He suppressed his inner anger and cursed with gnashed teeth:

"Baga! You idiots! Although the PLA's artillery fire didn't fall on us, there's no guarantee that it won't fall on other locust armies. Go contact other troops and ask which unlucky guy was hit by the artillery fire!"

"Ha!" The Japanese spy responded, and hurriedly came out of the underground fortifications and ran all the way to the telegraph room 500 meters away.

There, it quickly asked the telegraph operator to send a message to ask the various Japanese troops whether they were under artillery fire.

Fearing that our army might detect radio signals and launch targeted attacks on these locations, the Japanese headquarters and telegraph room were separated by 500 meters.

Although this layout increases the complexity and time cost of communications, it improves the security of the Japanese command system to a certain extent.

The Japanese division commander was still puzzled because before dark, the People's Liberation Army was still in Shenxian and Yanggu areas, southwest of Liaocheng.

The sound of the artillery seemed to come from due west.

Could it be that it was not the PLA, but the sound of artillery fire from other large locust armies?

But that's not right! Where did Da Gaoyao get so many large-caliber artillery? Even if he did, he wouldn't be willing to throw so many shells at once!

Therefore, this must be the PLA's artillery fire. The PLA must have deliberately exposed a flaw because of the lack of ammunition before!

"Report to the division commander! I have already inquired, and our Liaocheng Corps has not been bombarded!" The Japanese spy came back and reported to the division commander.

Since the Japanese troops in Liaocheng were not hit by artillery fire, it was most likely the 1-strong army consisting mainly of the st Independent Mixed Brigade which was halfway there.

"Send a telegram to General Yamamoto Ningci, asking about the situation at the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade."

"Ha!" The Japanese spy ran back to the telegraph room.

Shantun Ningci in Peking kept receiving telegrams from the commanders of the various divisions in the Liaocheng Group, asking where they were being bombarded, but there was no news from the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade.

Yamamoto Ningci immediately realized that there must be a problem with the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade, which prevented them from sending telegrams, or their communication system had been destroyed.

However, the signalman failed to contact Kushiroki Shinji despite repeated attempts, which gave Yamamoto Neiji a more ominous feeling.

The 75th Independent Infantry Battalion failed to get in touch with the brigade headquarters after repeatedly asking for help. In desperation, it sent a telegram directly to the North China Front Army Command, which confirmed the news that the Independent Mixed Brigade had been attacked.

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief Yamato Yamato:

Urgent report!

In the early morning of December 1941, 12, our battalion was camped in Guantao area when it was suddenly bombarded by unidentified PLA troops. The attack was sudden and the artillery fire was intensive. Although our troops fought hard, the disparity in strength between the enemy and us, coupled with the limited vision during night operations, resulted in heavy casualties. More than half of the troops were killed or wounded, and the combat effectiveness was seriously damaged.

What is more serious is that the armored vehicles and heavy weapons such as 110mm rocket launchers equipped by our unit were all destroyed in the shelling. Without these important firepower supports, our unit is in an extremely unfavorable position in the current battle situation.

In addition, since the brigade’s communication facilities were damaged in the shelling, our battalion is currently unable to establish effective contact with its superior unit, the 1st Independent Mixed Brigade Headquarters, and tactical command and subsequent action planning are in a difficult situation.

In view of this emergency, I would like to ask you for tactical guidance and hope that you can quickly instruct our unit on the next course of action to get out of the current predicament, boost morale, and continue to perform combat missions. At the same time, please consider sending reinforcements or providing necessary supplies and communication equipment support to help our unit overcome the difficulties.

Waiting for your instructions!

Best regards!

"The commander of the 75th Independent Infantry Battalion, Naoto Obu"

Shantun Ningci tried his best to control his trembling hands, took the telegram and read it carefully.

"Notify all the beast leaders immediately and come to the command center for a meeting!"

"Hayi!"