Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

The artillery company of the 772nd Regiment spent the entire night familiarizing themselves with the operation of the 92 infantry gun. It was actually very simple, just constantly firing at the Japanese in the canyon.

Because of the terrain and firing range, the Japanese 92mm guns were unable to attack the artillery positions here.

This allowed the artillery of the 772nd Regiment to practice bombardment without any worries. They didn't even have to worry about the shells. Wang Chun brought them 1000 shells to squander.

Matsumoto, who was originally in good spirits, was lying on the camp bed to rest after drinking two large bowls of meat soup when the not-so-intensive sound of artillery explosions was heard again.

Bastards! Those Chinese must have chosen to retaliate after dark after being bombarded!

But he was not worried. With the short-range Chinese mortars, he believed that Captain Takeshita's artillery would soon find the Chinese artillery positions.

At that time, they will be allowed to taste the power of the Empire's 92mm infantry gun. They only have a few pitiful mortars with limited range.

Do you still want to engage in an artillery battle with the Empire's artillery? What a joke!

Thinking of this, Matsumoto lay back on the camp bed and closed his eyes.

However, what he expected, the locust army's artillery to bombard those Chinese flies outside, did not happen.

Instead, the sound of artillery fire outside became more and more intense, with a few shells exploding in the canyon from time to time.

"Report!" An urgent shout came from outside the tent!

At this time, Matsumoto had already put on his military coat. The continuous explosions, although only every few minutes, had lasted for nearly an hour.

The Chinese artillery bombardment continued. This situation was obviously beyond Matsumoto's expectations. He could no longer lie down and planned to put on his clothes and go out to take a look.

When he saw someone coming in to report, he immediately replied, "Come in!"

The person who came in was none other than Captain Takeshita, whom he had high hopes for. At this moment, the artillery captain had already lost his former composure.

"Captain! The Chinese outside are using large-caliber cannons to attack us. I suspect they are using the Empire's 92mm infantry cannon!"

Captain Takeshita immediately told the current battle situation!

"What? The Chinese outside actually have infantry artillery! Impossible, absolutely impossible! If they have infantry artillery, why didn't they use it a few days ago!"

Matsumoto was also shocked by what Takeshita reported, but he was unwilling to believe it. After all, they had been fighting with the Eighth Route Army troops outside in the past few days.

Those people had 92mm infantry guns, but why did they wait until the Imperial Army entered before using them?

"Captain! Now is not the time to think about these things. Because of the terrain and firing range, our only artillery can't reach the artillery positions deployed by the Chinese outside!"

"If the Chinese continue their bombardment, we will eventually be consumed little by little in the valley!"

"Don't worry, Takeshita-kun! The Chinese must not have many shells! As long as we hold on here for two or three days at most, reinforcements will surely arrive!"

After what he experienced these days, Matsumoto is no longer as arrogant and unruly as he was when he first entered the mountains!

Matsumoto and Takeshita walked out of the tent together and went to the camps of the unlucky people who had been bombarded by artillery shells to observe the casualties.

Fortunately, the quality of the Eighth Route Army artillery outside was not very high, and the accuracy of the artillery fire was very poor. The intermittent artillery fire lasted for nearly an hour, causing less than a hundred casualties, including only 20 deaths.

I originally thought that the shelling would stop soon due to the shortage of artillery shells, but who knew it would last until midnight.

In the early morning, the Japanese soldiers in the valley, especially those on the front line, were all attracted by the fragrance from the opposite Chinese positions.

"What a nice smell! Are these Chinese people cooking meat soup all morning? It smells so nice! So tempting!"

The Japanese soldiers lying in the cold snowy fortifications swallowed their saliva desperately, looking at the multi-grain rice balls in their hands that were mixed with a lot of wheat bran.

They suddenly felt they could not eat anymore. Unlike Captain Matsumoto, they could not drink the delicious broth. The Matsumoto Battalion had been besieged for nearly 10 days and was trying to save the remaining military rations.

Only food rationing could be implemented, with each person only having two mixed-grain rice balls per day.

These Japanese soldiers also know the current situation of the brigade. Although things have developed to this point, the brigade commander needs to bear the main responsibility.

As soldiers of the Matsumoto Battalion, they would not blame their superiors because their superiors had led them to many victories over the past few years.

They also obtained a lot of spoils. Now they are just facing some temporary difficulties. I believe that the captain will definitely lead them to overcome the current difficulties.

The Japanese soldier had a bitter face and was helplessly gnawing on the rice ball that had become hard.

At this moment, the kitchen team of the Logistics Department of the 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army was busy sweating because of a big wild boar that accidentally broke into the camp last night.

Today, all the soldiers in the regiment can drink delicious meat soup and white flour buns. The flour was delivered by Wang Chun and others yesterday.

This morning, Wang Chun asked his subordinates to deliver the two 92mm infantry guns that had been exchanged again, as well as dozens of boxes of poison gas bombs and white phosphorus bombs to the logistics department of the 772nd Regiment.

When Captain Cheng saw the skull on the ammunition box, he knew what it was.

I also know what plan this pseudo-legion commander in front of me has come up with. He plans to take advantage of the special terrain of the valley.

A poison gas bomb attack was launched on the Japanese soldiers inside, but most of them were equipped with gas masks.

I just don’t know whether the Matsumoto Battalion in the valley brought these protective equipment this time.

After having a hearty meal of meat soup and white flour buns, which was a rare treat, all the Eighth Route Army soldiers were beaming with joy.

Looking at the new stuff in his hand, he couldn't help but feel grateful to those well-equipped people, who were from some unknown unit of the headquarters.

The identities of Wang Chun and his men were not exposed. There were many people around and if the news was passed to the Japanese, they would be in trouble.

Many people now know that some people are cooperating with the Eighth Route Army, but no one is sure what the details are.

I just thought they were a special force from the headquarters (Wang Chun and his men were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army when they arrived here)

Some people may ask, if people don’t know that they did this, then they won’t be grateful or hate him, so how can they increase their attention and value.

In fact, the system only determines how much attention a certain event will receive and how much attention value will be increased based on the impact it has caused.

It corresponds to the public opinion impact caused by the incident, so as long as you did this thing, it doesn’t matter whether others know your identity or not.

As long as the incident attracts attention, all the blame will be placed on the person who caused it.

Therefore, Wang Chun does not need to worry, because others do not know that this matter was done by them, and thus they cannot get the corresponding attention and value.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the gloomy sky began to clear up, and the sun, which had not appeared for several days, shyly emerged from the clouds.

At the position of the 772nd Regiment, there were four neatly arranged 92mm infantry guns and dozens of boxes of artillery shells.

The soldiers of the artillery company originally thought that having two guns yesterday was the happiness they had never experienced before.

But I didn't expect that two more bombs would arrive this morning, along with more than a dozen boxes of the special bombs that the Japanese had been using on the Flower Planting family.

Today, the Japanese soldiers will also experience the feeling of being hit by a poison gas bomb. Another kind of special ammunition is said to be even more terrifying than a poison gas bomb. It is a kind of hellfire that will continue to burn once it touches the body.

Unless it burns out, it will continue to burn. Now the artillerymen of the 772nd Regiment are even more looking forward to the next artillery bombardment.