Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　He was asked if the independent division had any replacements for the division commander after he left, so he asked this question.

　　He knew Cheng Dejun's talent was more than enough to be a division commander, but that was when he was fighting against Japan in the Northeast.

　　Now they are all mechanized, and the emphasis is on coordinated artillery and fire operations.

　　How to coordinate with armored vehicles and tanks, how to distribute the artillery fire of the division headquarters, how to plan the attack by the infantry, what's more, it has to cooperate with the aircraft in the sky to fight, and diversify into one.

　　These are all new topics. If they are not done well, they will cause confusion in command. It is okay to deal with the small Japanese army, but it will stop when it encounters the Soviet Union or Germany.

　　So regarding this issue, Ma Zhanshan is also studying hard.

　　As a guy who doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters, he is studying hard, learning characters, and learning new topics. In the past two or three months, he has gained some experience.

　　He originally wanted to go to another division, but the division commander asked Cheng Dejun to take over.

　　Cheng Dejun's voice sounded: "If it were me, the army would not move, it would all be bombarded by artillery fire!"

　　Ma Zhanshan raised his eyebrows, "What kind of artillery bombardment?"

　　"The 150mm caliber is arranged in the rear, aiming at the little devil's position, and firing, and then the 105mm caliber light howitzer, in front of the 150mm gun, as long as it can cover the little devil's position, then the 75mm infantry The gun moves forward, and the shooting distance is still able to reach the opponent's position, and the 88mm anti-aircraft gun is leveled, and the distance is close to [-] meters."

　　"The tank is used as a mobile fort at [-] meters. As for the anti-tank gun, it is optional and does not need to be deployed. These are enough." Cheng Dejun's voice sounded slowly, and he said unhurriedly.

　　Ma Zhanshan remained silent. This arrangement can be said to be the safest and most effective method. It relies on the covering attack of the artillery. Perhaps even without a soldier attacking, the opponent's little devil can be buried in the Under fire.

　　Thinking of this, Ma Zhanshan laughed: "This battle is under your command!"

　　"Let me direct? Are you kidding me?" Cheng Dejun was surprised.

　　Ma Zhanshan has always been doing it himself, and he is just planning on the sidelines. Although he has been the commander of the army for a thousand years, but now Ma Zhanshan is the only leader, and today's mechanized troops are relatively new to him. theme.

　　Letting him direct made him a little overwhelmed.

　　With a big cigar in his mouth, Ma Zhanshan said with a smile: "Of course you are in command, I don't want to worry about it now, this battle is up to you, you can do whatever you want, anyway, Little Japan is catching a turtle in a urn, and with me in charge, how can you do it?" What are you afraid of?"

　　"Then I will be disrespectful!" Cheng Dejun was not a procrastination person, so he agreed.

　　…………

　　In two hours, it was already the tip of the moon.

　　The entire battlefield was silent, and the command knife whose pure name was Ryotaro was inserted beside him, and there were several corpses beside him, blood had already flowed all over the floor.

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　　These corpses were deserters who wanted to surrender to the Jagged Army.

　　There is no reason for this, as a soldier of the Japanese Empire, if he does not serve the Emperor, but wants to surrender to the Chinese, it is simply a loss of the imperial army and the face of the entire group of pure masters.

　　How could such a person stay in this world.

　　but……

　　The pure name Ryotaro sat in the trench, his eyes moved to the distance, and a cold light appeared on his face.

　　Now they have reached the desperate situation, they have been suppressed to the last line of defense, the last site.

　　Without any retreat, the tens of thousands of troops of the Jagged Army surrounded his division.

　　I can't rush out anymore, and I have lost soldiers and generals. Now there are only a few thousand people, and I can't stop the impact of the iron-blooded army at all.

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　　Now there is only a desperate fight, one fight is one, and before dying, pull a few backs.

　　However, at this moment, although his pure name, Ryotaro, is full of thought, the reality is very skinny, and the iron-blooded army will not fight him at all.

　　What to fight for?

　　Does the bazooka go all out?

　　There are no bazookas in this era.

　　So he could only follow Ma Zhanshan and Cheng Dejun's script.

　　So...

　　The gunfire of the Jagged Army sounded, first the 150mm caliber howitzer fired, then the 105mm light howitzer, and then the 75mm infantry gun.

　　The tank group fired at a distance of 800 meters.

　　Countless shells blasted towards Little Japan, and the shells streaked across the air, forming a very rare shower of meteors and fire.

　　Densely packed, one by one, they fell on the position, covering all of them and hitting them.

　　"No!"

　　The pure name Ryotaro opened his eyes when he saw those falling from the sky, so many cannons, how could there be so many cannons?

　　He didn't expect, he didn't expect that the Iron Blood Army would use this method to end the battle.

　　Are they squandering shells like this, don't shells cost money?

　　why!

　　Why not let us fight one-on-one! .

Chapter 280 Lingchi's pure name is Ryotaro!

　　The pure name Ryotaro was very desperate. He couldn't imagine that the Iron Blood Army was so much artillery fire.

　　In fact, he is not the only one who can't imagine, all the Japanese under his hands are unimaginable, and those crying for their parents are hiding everywhere.

　　Looking for bunkers, looking for fortifications, looking forward to, praying, to survive this meteor shower.

　　However, can they really survive?

　　No, the Jagged Army’s artillery fire is very rich. A field artillery division has hundreds of 150mm caliber howitzers, plus 300 tanks as mobile forts, and then the artillery regiment directly under the division headquarters. Think about it Well, how many guns are there?

　　There are thousands of doors.

　　When I started working, I didn't let go of the beating, but now I let go of all of them.

　　Thousands of cannons were aimed at the besieged Pure Master Division.

　　There are no "three or four zeros" and several shells can fall one after another, covering the entire area.

　　Plow them over and over again like plowing a field.

　　The sound of the explosion resounded throughout the world, with the firepower of thousands of cannons, that sound could be heard up to three kilometers away.

　　wrong.

　　It can be heard even tens of miles away.

　　Even the desperate Jinsui Army who fought against the 134th Division could hear the thundering cannons.

　　Looking at each other one by one, they naturally knew that this was the sound of artillery from the Iron Blood Army, and the distance between the two armies was only tens of miles.

　　"Grandma's leg, the iron-blooded army's shells don't even cost money, they smashed them so hard!"

　　"It's been more than an hour, and the sound of the cannons is so strong, how many cannons does it take!"

　　"It's true that people are more angry than others. Look at our cannons, look at their cannons, alas!"

　　"There are so many cannons, little Japan is still playing a fart, just wait for the massacre."

　　"Damn, one hour, even if you have sex with a woman, it doesn't take so long. One billion soldiers have already been sent to the front line to die!"

　　…………

　　The officers of the Jinsui Army cursed one after another, calling the Jagged Army a prodigal.

　　But it's useless for them to scold.Alas, this is life.

　　Cannonballs fell one by one and exploded quickly, forming potholes one after another. The potholes were huge, and there were human blood and residual limbs inside.

　　These potholes spread over a three-kilometer radius.

　　It is densely packed, just like the surface of Mars and the surface of the moon.

　　A huge disaster is happening here, a merciless massacre of Little Japan.

　　One-sided massacre, without any mercy.

　　The iron-blooded army's artillery mechanical rulers, mechanical firing, and mechanical loading of shells.

　　They were already numb, and there was only one thought in their heads, to lock the position and load the shells.

　　For an entire hour, the earth shook and the mountains shook, it was definitely the end of the world.

　　The skin on the ground was plowed and plowed, and there were almost no living people left.

　　Either the bodies were blown to pieces, or the stumps died of pain.

　　Fortunately, the hidden angle cleverly survived the death, but their bodies were covered with shells.

　　Miserable.

　　The cannonade finally stopped.

　　No one knows how many shells were used in this massacre, anyway, the existing ones are basically used up.

　　A cannon, only empty shells remained.

　　Do not!

　　There are still some shells left, which are mortars and 88mm anti-aircraft artillery shells. They did not participate in this massacre, but were with the soldiers, watching this unprecedented massacre.

　　In China, who is willing to use so many cannons to bombard.

　　There was only Tang Qingyu.

　　The sound of the artillery stopped, and the infantry began to move towards the Japanese position, sweeping the battlefield, and making up for all those who survived!

　　The gunshots in twos and threes marked that the little Japan, who was not dead, went to meet their Japanese emperor.

　　Zhang Yongan, instead of shooting with a gun, pierced the throats of the little Japanese one by one with a bayonet.

　　He hated Little Japan, so that his brothers would never see the sun of tomorrow again. However, he had to carry out the order from above and make up for Little Japan.

　　Just as he continued to make up swords, a black figure suddenly came from the side and came to Zhang Yongan in an instant. The long and narrow samurai sword was shining with a name and exuded a cold air.

　　This knife was so fast that it made Zhang Yongan's goosebumps rise.

　　He didn't have time to dodge, so he could only slam the gun across his chest, hoping to block the knife!