Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

The heavy artillery brigade deployed its troops, and the brigade commander Xiao Jingshan stood with his hands on his waist and roared: "Let the little devils experience deeply what it means to collapse the sky and split the earth!"

"Fire!"

四十八门150重炮，12门208口径雷神之锤，108门105野战榴弹炮集体开火。

Forty-eight huge 150mm heavy artillery were the first to fire. They were lined up in a row, with their muzzles pointed straight at the sky, and then suddenly lowered, aiming at the two Fuso regiments that were charging. With the commander's order, the flames in the barrels gushed out, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the shells were like the wrath of an angry thunder god.

They cut through the night sky and headed straight for the enemy. Each shell carried a force powerful enough to shake the mountains. They drew fiery tracks in the air and finally landed accurately among the enemy. Explosions came one after another, and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky like daylight.

Then, twelve 208mm caliber "Thor's Hammer" super cannons also joined in the devastating attack. These kings of cannons showed their power in a more shocking manner. Every shot was like the roar of the gods, shaking the earth. Their shells were like meteorites falling from the sky. Wherever they hit, the enemy troops within a diameter of meters were instantly wiped out.

At the same time, 105 mm field howitzers were not to be outdone, and they covered every corner of the enemy's charge with dense artillery fire. The shells intertwined in the air into a web of death, falling continuously, and the fragments and shock waves produced by the explosions swept the enemy's charge like a storm, making it difficult for them to move forward and causing heavy casualties.

The entire battlefield seemed to be engulfed by endless artillery fire at this moment. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and smoke, and the flames and explosions intertwined into a doomsday scene. The soldiers of the two Fuso regiments seemed so small and helpless under such fierce artillery fire. Their charge momentum was completely curbed, their formation was torn to pieces by the artillery fire, and their morale fell to the bottom.

Under the continuous and earth-shaking bombardment of the heavy artillery brigade, the two Fuso infantry regiments seemed to be in purgatory on earth, and fear and despair quickly spread among the soldiers. Each round of artillery fire was like a judgment from hell, ruthlessly tearing apart their defenses and their psychological defenses.

On the battlefield, artillery fire poured down like a rainstorm, changing the originally solid land beyond recognition. Where the shells landed, huge craters were instantly blown out, with broken equipment and broken trees scattered around the craters, and the air was filled with pungent smoke and the smell of burning. These craters were like the mark of death, recording the cruelty and ruthlessness of each explosion.

The soldiers' figures seemed so small in the gunfire, and their shouts and calls for help were soon drowned out by the deafening explosions. Broken limbs and bloody bodies were everywhere, and some soldiers tried to struggle to escape from this place of death, but could only fall down helplessly, becoming another victim on the battlefield.

As the bombardment continued, the ground shook more and more violently, as if the entire earth was shaking. The soldiers' psychological defenses gradually collapsed in this endless bombardment. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and their morale was extremely low. Some soldiers even began to give up resistance and chose to lie down on the battlefield, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The scene of blood flowing like a river was even more shocking. The bright red blood gathered into streams on the battlefield, flowing slowly, mixing with the mud and smoke, forming a horrible picture. This blood was not only the loss of life, but also a powerful accusation of the cruelty of war.

The entire battlefield was shattered by the bombardment, and there was no longer the peace and order of the past. The two Fuso infantry regiments suffered heavy losses in the fierce bombing, with at least 40% casualties.

The roar of the bombardment gradually dissipated, replaced by a brief silence on the battlefield, but this silence contained a more turbulent undercurrent. As the loud charge horn pierced the sky, the Chinese army officially sounded the horn of counterattack. In that passionate melody, it seemed as if tens of millions of brave souls were shouting together, gathering into an unstoppable force.

The 101st Division of the First Army, as the vanguard of the counterattack, rushed towards the enemy's position like a tide. Their division commander Wei Hu, a veteran general, was standing at the forefront of the team at this moment, with a blazing fire in his eyes. He was once an old subordinate of Liu Ershun. During the years when the two fought side by side, they jointly created countless brilliant achievements. Wei Hu was famous for his recklessness in battle. His bravery and courage had long been a legend in the army.

"Brothers, follow me!" Wei Hu's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.

Wei Hu continued, his voice full of passion and pride, "The Japanese have been arrogant and domineering on our land, committing numerous crimes! Today, let them know what the Chinese soldiers' bloodiness is!"

Under Wei Hu's encouragement, the morale of the soldiers of the 101st Division was boosted. They shouted in unison: "Kill the Japs! Kill!" The slogans came one after another, like rolling thunder, shaking the entire battlefield.

Professional command terms were quickly passed on among the commanders: "Outflank the left wing, pin down the right wing, and break through the center!" As the order was issued, the troops quickly adjusted their formations and formed a tight offensive network. Artillery support, infantry charge, etc. All links were closely coordinated and impeccable.

Wei Hu personally led the elite troops and rushed straight to the core area of ​​the enemy. He led the way, holding a submachine gun, and rushed to the front. Every move he made seemed so decisive and powerful, like a tiger rushing down the mountain, unstoppable.

As the defeat of the two Fuso regiments was certain, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed dramatically. The MG42 squad machine gun of the Chinese army, with its unique "cloth-tearing machine" sound, became the most terrifying melody in this war. The dense gunfire was like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemy, and each sound was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and falling.

The fighting spirit of the Fuso soldiers seemed to be completely crushed at this moment. Their eyes were no longer filled with the previous enthusiasm and determination, but with deep fear and despair. Facing the overwhelming offensive of the Chinese army, they only regretted that their parents had given them two less legs so that they could escape from this land of death. The emperor they had sworn allegiance to and their loyalty to the empire were all thrown out of their minds at this moment, leaving only the instinctive desire to survive.

Kitagawa Kenichi, the commander who was once extremely arrogant and full of contempt for the Chinese army, could no longer remain calm at this moment. He was pale, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and he paced back and forth anxiously in the command vehicle. He knew that if this continued, his troops would be in danger of being annihilated. So, with trembling hands, he anxiously issued an order to retreat, hoping to preserve as much strength as possible.

However, the retreat was not smooth. The entire battlefield was in chaos, with panicked soldiers, discarded weapons and broken equipment everywhere. Fuso soldiers pushed and trampled each other in the chaos, and some even fought for a vehicle to escape. The shouts of commanders, the screams of soldiers, and the collision of weapons intertwined to form a heart-pounding picture.