War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 227 What if I win? (Thanks to '最爱Coconut丝球aT' for the 200 reward!)
At the artillery position, Wang Changhai was standing on the slope, looking forward through a telescope. His military coat was fluttering in the wind, and behind him, countless soldiers were carrying the disassembled IG18s.

When ten IG18s were placed on the slope at an elevation angle, Xu Chaoyang taught the 217th Regiment artillery how to change the elevation angle of the IG18 to increase the range. They put the guns on the slope, removed the wheels, buried the gun carriages in the soil, and pointed the muzzles upwards...

"Target, one hundred meters ahead of our Xu Chaoyang position, calculate all the parameters!"

Wang Changhai put down the telescope and turned around to watch his soldiers calculating various parameters. When one of them raised his head and responded, "Report, calculation completed!" After saying that, Wang Changhai roared without any hesitation, "Five rounds in a volley!"

He didn't even bother to fire a test shot to locate the target and just shouted out on the spot.

"put!"

On the slope, bursts of artillery fire were heard...

Tom, tom, tom, tom, tom!

Five rounds of artillery fire flew across the vast plain. At that second, Xu Chaoyang, who was shooting at the bushes with a gun, suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

He heard it, heard the cannon fire behind him, heard the shocking rumble!

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

For a moment, Xu Chaoyang's voice trembled!
boom!
In the bushes, the puppet soldiers who were rushing forward were knocked over by a falling shell. From the sound of the explosion, to the shell landing about 120 meters in front of Xu Chaoyang's troops, to a ball of fire illuminating the entire dawn, the faces of these puppet soldiers were lit up with fire...

In a meadow covered with weeds, a ball of soil was blown into the sky and scattered all over the ground. A corpse was shaken to death in the air current and flew backwards more than two meters high, and when it fell, it crushed another puppet soldier.

The scattered shrapnel around the explosion point caused four or five puppet soldiers to fall to the ground. The puppet soldiers who had been knocked down by bullets and were lying around were pushed by the airflow and flew across the grass!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Five more shells fell, and the lingering flames rose into the sky again. The black smoke that rolled back was like the last roar of Xu Chaoyang and his group of beasts before they died.

"Calculate the parameters of Zhang Haipeng's artillery position!"

Wang Changhai didn't care at all: "The five artillery pieces that fired just now should slightly raise their angles and conduct extended bombardment on the meadow. Don't worry about accuracy. The meadow is now full of Zhang Haipeng's sons of bitches!"

He looked down at the meadow from the slope and saw densely packed puppet soldiers. The weeds could not hide their figures at all. The deep pits in the grass represented the locations of the puppet soldiers. Wang Changhai could tell the number of people without even looking at their heads.

"Yes!"

The artillerymen trained by Xu Chaoyang detailed the order: "Adjust the muzzle upwards by 1-5 degrees. The five guns that just fired, reload and continue firing. Do not stop without orders!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five rounds of artillery shells were fired again. At the bottom of the slope, the soldiers holding the boxes of artillery shells were busy as they carried them up the slope. Not far away, a truck full of artillery shells and ammunition was parked there. Wang Changhai had already emptied all the artillery shells that Clemens had brought for today's battle.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Ten shells fell into the meadow, and the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed...

"Quickly get into position and rescue the chief instructor!"

"rush!"

The soldiers of the first battalion, under the command of Lao Huang, ran forward on foot on the plain. When Xu Chaoyang heard the roar from behind him, he immediately turned around and gave orders, shouting: "Everyone, fire at all costs to cover the first battalion in position!"

Da da da da da!
chug chug!

The Type 99 rifle, Czech rifle and Type 38 rifle continued to fire at Xu Chaoyang's position. At this moment they no longer required effective killing, but simply fired bullets into the meadow to put pressure on the puppet army.

Liu Gener held the machine gun, his face shaking from the recoil; Yu Minghao held the Type 38 rifle and fired at the meadow, cursing and shouting, "Bomb me! Fuck him, keep bombing me!"

Chang Zhan had a piece of ice under his head, covering his arm and grinning foolishly. He could no longer shoot, not because he had suffered new injuries, but because he was completely exhausted. His stomach was rumbling non-stop, and he was afraid that the enemy would rush up and harm him. He held two grenades in his hands, holding the fuses with both hands, waiting for the last moment.

"Chaoyang!"

Old Huang was the first to arrive. He threw himself forward and lay beside Xu Chaoyang, shouting, "The captain said..."

Does Xu Chaoyang still have the mind to listen to what the team leader says?
His lips were so dry that they were peeling. After the battle broke out, he didn't even have time to boil hot water. He had to rely on chewing crushed ice to quench his thirst. Now he was starving!
Xu Chaoyang reached out to Lao Huang and after searching for a long time, he finally got out a few pieces of short-section beef jerky, which the Mongolians love, from his pocket. He stuffed them directly into his mouth, not caring whether he could bite them or not.

Xu Chaoyang was chewing when a hand reached out from the side: "If you stretch out your hand again, I'll chop you off!"

Old Yang was stunned. He stared at Xu Chaoyang and said, "Why are you still protecting your food?"

Xu Chaoyang then remembered that the person next to him was Lao Yang, who he had just talked to, and quickly handed over the remaining food in his hand.

"put!"

At this moment, there was another roar from the slope, and the sound of artillery fire came again. Boom! Boom! Boom!
Xu Chaoyang chewed on the salty beef jerky, his mouth full of meat foam, and the food was bubbling on the edge of his lips. He did not forget to ask: "Have you arranged the flanking firepower?"

Old Huang looked at him happily and said, "What time is it? Why are you still thinking about this? The regiment commander said that the direct battalion should go down to rest and we will defend the position for you?"

"No!" Then can Xu Chaoyang go?

They risked their lives to lure Zhang Haipeng over here, and then you can just send him off with a simple order saying 'Xu Chaoyang's troops successfully feigned defeat to lure the enemy in, and the 217th Regiment was annihilated', is that okay?
He cannot retreat now even if he is killed, otherwise all the people in his direct camp will have died in vain!

boom!
Another shell fell on the grass in front of Xu Chaoyang. On the battlefield covered with broken ice, the First Battalion took up their positions in a very short time. The soldiers positioned their MG30 light machine guns and passed all the G98 German rifles of the battalion. The lineup on the battlefield increased from the only two hundred people left by Xu Chaoyang to nearly seven hundred people!

Xu Chaoyang swallowed a mouthful of beef at this moment, as if he had come to life. Without even discussing it, he directly took away Lao Huang's command!

"Obey my orders!"

"No need to worry about firepower coordination, pour all your firepower into the meadow in front of you, quickly empty all the ammunition in your guns, and shoot!"

The German firepower was matched with Xu Chaoyang's Japanese firepower. The moment the gunshots rang out, the meadow became a slaughterhouse of the 217th Regiment. The broken grass blown away by the bullets, the enemy soldiers who stood up straight with their heads exposed after being pierced through the body by bullets... kept appearing before their eyes!

In a world where bullets were flying, traces of blood splattered from the puppet soldiers hiding in the grass onto the stems and leaves of the green grass. Then, the blood-stained grass stems and leaves, as if rejected by the world, were directly cut off by the bullets.

Da da da da da!
The MG30 sounded mercilessly. At the moment of transition between night and dawn, bursts of gunfire broke out. Countless bullets formed the last beam of light that shuttled through the grass under the gray sky.

……

At the pass of the plain, Zhang Haipeng held a telescope and stared at the battlefield all the time. The 217th Regiment had finally arrived. Zhang Haipeng's battle to open the gate of Chahar had reached the most critical moment. As long as he defeated the troops in front of him, he could march straight into Duolun...

In his eyes, the 217th Regiment should be a broken unit with Shanxi-imitation Type rifles and old Hanyang rifles. At most, they have two homemade cannons.

But what is the range of the earth cannon?
What is the accuracy of the old Hanyang-made and the imitation Type 38 rifle?

Can it compare with the troops in front of us?

The smoke and dust rising on the hillside and the explosion surface produced by the falling shells are no worse than those of Japan's Type 92 infantry gun. The two regiments of troops that were just sent to the grassland had four machine gun positions destroyed by this kind of gun in the blink of an eye. How could the accuracy of the local artillery be compared?

"report!"

"The enemy's firepower is fierce, and the front troops require rapid reinforcements. If it is too late, something unexpected may happen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened!

On the right side of the battlefield, a troop broke in directly and began firing at the overgrown meadow from a distance of several hundred meters while moving.

At that moment when the MG30, which was almost more powerful than all the current machine guns due to its limited ammunition capacity, formed a crossfire on the battlefield, Zhang Haipeng, who was standing at a high point and could clearly see his own troops, watched those soldiers being swept down one by one...

He was a little panicked. It seemed that not only the firepower of the 217th Regiment had increased, but also the quality of the troops had improved!

They can quickly get into position, using the squad as a small base, and quickly launch lateral firepower of nearly 20 meters; at the same time, the entire platoon fills the gaps on the battlefield and extends the firepower advantage; the second platoon quickly fills the gaps between the first row of people, and the soldiers crush the battlefield in a jagged posture while continuing to fire.

More importantly, the group's gunfire configuration is more sophisticated. The MG30 will never fire at the same time as the rifle. When the rifle fires, the MG30 will either stop firing or refill its ammunition with the help of the ammunition handler. When the MG30 fires, the other soldiers must have emptied the bullets in their rifles.

The two regiments sent by Zhang Haipeng were like being hit by an electric cannon in the face, and then kicked in the waist by another person, and they were beaten so hard that their bodies twisted and they couldn't even fight back. The most annoying thing was that they had to be bombarded from time to time, just like a third person jumped up and slapped them on the head, it was so noisy.

"Tell the artillery to keep firing to share the firepower pressure of the front troops. Fire at full power and suppress the front battlefield for me!"

"Order the 1st Regiment, which is on standby, to be ready to charge into the battlefield at any time; order the 2nd Regiment to be ready to attack the enemy's flanking fire from behind!"

"Sir!"

The chief of staff put his hand on Zhang Haipeng's wrist and muttered to him, "Sir, the 1st and 2nd Regiments are our foundation. If these two regiments go up, we will have deployed more than half of our troops on such a plain..."

Zhang Haipeng pointed to the front and said, "Does he have any reinforcements?"

"Now the entire 217th Regiment is in front of us. Even if I send all my troops forward, as long as we can win this battle, how can the Japanese treat us unfairly? By then, the reward might be all Japanese equipment!"

Zhang Haipeng gritted his teeth fiercely. He was ready to try his luck with the 217th Regiment in front of him on this plain.

What if I win?
　Thanks to '最爱Coconut丝球aT' for the 200 reward. Thank you very much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)