Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

When the pointer pointed to eleven o'clock, Zhao Gang decisively pressed the ignition button.

Whoosh whoosh.

On the bracket of the 107 rocket launcher, a total of 12 rockets were ignited in sequence and shot out from the launcher one after another.

Li Yunlong and the soldiers of the First Battalion had indeed seen the 107 rocket launcher being fired, but that was a single shot. They had never seen the 107 rocket launcher fire all at once after being assembled.

In the dark night sky, 12 bright flames dragged long white exhausts and shot towards the Japanese barracks several kilometers away.

These 12 shells carried the soldiers' tremendous anger.

Just wait for the shell to hit the ground and then explode with amazing power.

The 4th Brigade, whose commander was Kasahara Koizumi, was stationed along the railway and was responsible for the security of the Shotai Line.

Since he took charge of the defense of the Zhengtai Line, the Japanese invaders were at their most powerful. Apart from some sporadic small-scale attacks and the bombing of the Zhengtai Line special train a few months ago, the rest of the time was relatively peaceful.

After the last bombing of the Zhengtai Line special train, he deliberately increased the frequency of patrols. The past few months have been calm, at least there have been no major problems on the railway line. Even the guerrillas who were active on the railway line in the past have been less active recently.

Logically speaking, Kasahara Koizumi should be feeling more at ease and stable, but tonight he felt a little nervous for no reason, as if there was some great danger hidden in the darkness.

For this reason, he led his team to check various sentries in the military camp at night, and he actually discovered some cases of slacking off. After punishing these soldiers, the tension in his heart not only did not decrease but increased instead.

Just after 11 o'clock at night, when Kasahara Koizumi was considering whether to continue checking the sentry post or go to other departments, he saw a group of things with extremely long tail flames and white exhaust gas flying in the distant sky.

In the night sky, these traces are very obvious.

For a moment, Kasahara Koizumi was wondering what this thing could be. After all, it was impossible for ordinary artillery to produce such a long exhaust gas.

At this moment of distraction, the 12 107mm rockets had already arrived above the barracks.

With a shrill scream, it slammed heavily into the Japanese barracks.

Kasahara Koizumi felt his scalp tingling instantly. This is a fucking cannon!

He watched helplessly as 12 rockets fell into the area centered on his command post, and the shells exploded on the spot after they hit the ground.

It carries 1.5 kilograms of high explosives, and it is a high-explosive grenade. It may cause only moderate damage to fortifications, but it is absolutely effective in killing manpower.

Kasahara Koizumi stood outside the barracks and watched the center of the barracks suddenly turn into a ball of flames. The hot air waves made him feel a little embarrassed, and his heart felt like it was falling into an icy cave.

What the hell is this team?

The firepower of this salvo was equivalent to that of a battalion-level force of all Chinese forces, and it was so coordinated. This is simply not something that an ordinary team can do.

However, this situation did not allow him to think deeply about which team did such a thing. The most important thing he had to do now was to organize a counterattack as soon as possible.

In the last wave of attacks, the area centered on his command post suffered a severe blow. Although he was checking the post with several core military officers, his core decision-making team and staff team faced direct enemy artillery fire in this attack.

He no longer dared to imagine how great a loss his core decision-making team had suffered.

But before he could react, the shrill sound that made his scalp tingle rang out again.

Kasahara Koizumi's scalp tightened as he once again watched the second wave of 12 shells fall into his own military camp.

Boom boom boom.

The flames of death bloomed again.

The explosions and flames were accompanied by the wails of the devils.

The Japs at this time should be considered the best-equipped, best-trained and most combat-literate group of Japs, but they still lost their composure in the face of the artillery fire that was like a punishment from heaven.

Kasahara Koizumi was worthy of being a Japanese soldier who was able to reach the level of brigade commander. When faced with such a sudden attack of such intensity and when the entire barracks was in chaos, he remained calm after experiencing the initial impact.

He ordered several military commanders who were following him to quickly gather the troops which were already in such a mess, because running around at this time would only cause greater casualties, and might even cause a camp riot at such a late hour, by which time the situation would become even more chaotic.

After ordering several other military commanders to gather their troops, restore order and prepare to engage the enemy, Kasahara Koizumi quickly found his own artillery team, which was the artillery battalion directly under his command.

In this day and age, the best way to deal with artillery is artillery.

Just as he was walking towards his artillery team, another 12 rockets fell into the barracks, and even one shell fell into the artillery battalion.

The cries of pain continued to intensify, and the chaos of the scene continued to grow.

The flying bricks and earth hit Kasahara Koizumi's face and body, leaving him with a bruised nose and swollen face in an instant, but he had no time to care about anything else. What he wanted to do most now was to find his artillery team and blow the enemy who dared to attack him and caused such serious losses into pieces.

This third wave of attack once again strengthened Kasahara Koizumi's determination. He no longer was distracted by the chaotic scenes and the wailing of the devils. He quickened his pace to find his artillery.

Five kilometers away, Zhao Gang completed three concentrated fire operations and touched the wheels of the 107 rocket launcher with satisfaction.

The effect of this concentrated fire was indeed good, much more spectacular than watching Yu Ye's test firing one by one.

The Japanese barracks five kilometers away had become a sea of ​​fire.

The stench of burning flesh seemed to be tangible even from a long distance away.

However, Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong had no time to enjoy these things. They kept in mind what Yu Ye said to them before they came out: after three concentrated fire attacks at most, they had to retreat and change positions immediately.

If they stayed where they were, they would face the enemy's angry artillery fire.

Depending on how angry the Japanese might be, tons of shells would be poured down.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Gang quickly asked Sun Desheng to bring the soldiers of the cavalry company to put on the 107 rocket launcher, and used horses to pull the gun and 48 shells away from the position.

He and Li Yunlong took two squads of soldiers and carried the remaining 16 artillery shells to the Japanese barracks and moved quickly.

Before them, Zhang Dabiao led a battalion of soldiers to attack the Japanese barracks. According to the previous agreement, after three concentrated fires, they immediately started the attack. It was estimated that Zhang Dabiao had already engaged in a firefight with the Japanese at this time.