A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

"Koizumi-kun, it's bad! They're heading towards the locust army camp. Quick, pass on the information..."

The two Japanese scouts were stunned when they saw the light tanks of the Sharp Knife Regiment pass through the valley mouth unscathed and rush towards the Nakamura Brigade’s base.

But they quickly realized that they had to send the message back as soon as possible.

"Three Eighth Route Army tanks passed through a minefield, but the mines were not detonated, and they intended to attack the camp."

The Japanese soldier named Koizumi pulled out a pencil from somewhere and quickly wrote a note.

Then he took out a bow and arrow from the grass.

He wrapped the note around the arrow and drew his bow.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow, along with the note, was shot onto the mud outside the valley entrance.

In the darkness, a Japanese soldier leading a horse appeared from somewhere outside the valley entrance, picked up the arrow, and quickly jumped onto the horse's back.

"Gee! Gee! Gee! Snap!"

The Japanese soldier on horseback swung his whip and whipped the warhorse under him hard.

The warhorse felt pain and galloped towards the Japanese camp like a gust of wind.

Seeing the war horses go away, the two Japanese scouts on the top of the canyon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as their intelligence can be sent back as quickly as possible, the camp should not suffer too much loss.

"The mines that blew up people in the afternoon were ineffective at night. Isn't that strange?"

"This is truly bizarre! I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never seen anything so strange. It's truly bizarre..."

Just as the two Japanese soldiers were puzzled and marveling at it, something even stranger suddenly happened.

"Buzz..."

A sound like the buzzing of a mosquito came from above my head.

Immediately afterwards, a black dot fell rapidly from the sky and landed right in the grass where the two were lying.

"What? This is——"

"Boom!"

It was a Triumph grenade! A Triumph grenade dropped by a drone!

The explosive power of this triumph grenade is several times that of an ordinary grenade.

The two Japanese soldiers were at the center of the explosion and were blown into pieces and sent directly to hell.

A few kilometers away, a soldier from the 4th Battalion's reconnaissance company wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Damn it, they've already flown several times. If they hadn't moved just now, I really wouldn't have noticed that there were two Japanese soldiers hiding in that corner. They almost got away with it..."

Outside the black clouds, in the wilderness.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

The Japanese scouts on horseback were sweating profusely as they ran.

"What's going on with the work today? Why is this horse running so slowly today..."

He kept complaining about the horse being too slow, but he didn't notice that the warhorse under his crotch was almost being beaten to death by him.

The war horses under the Japanese are actually not slow, but they are afraid of comparison.

A level 13 triumphal chariot can reach a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour when running at full power.

At this speed, even in the 21st century, you can drive on the highway and blow up the Japanese war horses. It would be a piece of cake and effortless.

The Japanese only felt a whoosh from not far ahead, and several tanks had already rushed past and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The triumphal chariot can run twenty kilometers at full speed in just twelve minutes.

Of course, although the roads in this area are relatively flat, there are still gullies, gullies, small hills and the like, and there are quite a few of them.

Whether it was chariots or horses, the actual forward speed was almost reduced by more than half.

Even so, twenty minutes later, three Level 13 Triumph mortar vehicles had arrived just over three kilometers away from the Japanese camp.

The Japanese soldier on horseback had only run half the distance.

"Brothers, prepare for battle, fire according to the original plan, and fight quickly and decisively."

"Yes! Battalion Commander!"

"Yes!"

Three Type 13 artillery vehicles were lined up in a row more than three kilometers away from the Japanese camp.

They adjusted their shooting angles and began long-range attacks.

Of course, they are not shooting blindly.

The Triumph UAV has already detected the distribution of the Japanese camps.

They would attack wherever there were more Japanese soldiers and wherever the Japanese brigade or regiment headquarters might be.

All three vehicles were in salvo mode.

Each tank has eight gun barrels, and one salvo fires eight shells. A wave of three tanks fires twenty-four shells.

The Triumph mortar adopts a rear-entry loading mode, with a bullet collector to assist loading.

After firing eight rounds, the loader inside the carriage can push eight shells into the barrel from the back at the same time, close the cover and press the button to fire again.

A wave of loading and launching operations can be completed within a few seconds, which is very efficient.

The shooter is not only responsible for pressing the launch button, but also constantly adjusting the shooting angle and direction.

The driver is professionally responsible for driving the car to move forward quickly.

There must be a certain level of tacit understanding between the three people.

Shoot, load, adjust the shooting angle, and fire at the same time!

In this case, even if the Japanese were well prepared, they would not be able to lock onto them in a short period of time and would not be able to launch an accurate counterattack against them.

The soldiers of the third battalion had been through a lot of trials and tribulations and had already developed a perfect tacit understanding in their cooperation.

In just a few minutes, they had used up all the ammunition they carried this time.

Almost all of the thousand shells were thrown into the Japanese camp.

At this time, the Japanese artillery units and tank formations had not even reacted.

It was the dead of night, past midnight, and it was another sudden attack. In such a short time, it was impossible for the Japanese to react.

"Mission accomplished, retreat immediately!"

Yang Wanli immediately led his soldiers to turn the car around and drove back along the same route.

At this time, at the entrance of the valley, Niu Dashan and his men had already collected all the landmines on the ground.

After Yang Wanli and others came back, Niu Dashan had people scatter all the reset-timed mines on the ground, and the minefield was formed again.

Inside the spearhead group.

Wang Fugui had a serious expression on his face as he was reporting a piece of news to Zheng Kaixuan.

"Captain, the brothers I sent out to conduct reconnaissance have returned today to report that they have discovered something serious."

"Do you still remember that old devil Sakata? This bastard is back again, planning to team up with Maruyama and Nakamura to mess with us."

"The old devil has caused quite a stir this time. He has been recruiting soldiers as he goes along. It is said that he has already recruited several thousand puppet troops."

"He even organized a corps of military reporters, brazenly claiming they were planning to film their annihilation..."

In fact, Zheng Kaixuan didn't take Sakata seriously at all, but when he heard that Sakata brought a group of reporters, Zheng Kaixuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

What a timely relief! This old guy sent him a drone!