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

There is also a high ground between Xiaogu Village and the Japanese brigade headquarters in Dazhai Town.

At this moment, on this high ground, the muzzles of three level six Triumph mortars were pointed skyward, aiming at the Japanese positions more than 2,000 meters away.

Yang Wanli, the company commander of the third company, was responsible for commanding the battle here.

Yang Wanli's third company was mainly responsible for medium and long-range fire strikes, helping teammates to deal with the heavy firepower in the Japanese troops and covering their charge.

"Ruler 2000, 2000..."

Beads of sweat appeared on Yang Wanli's forehead. He paused twice and didn't dare to confirm the coordinates.

The two shells fired by the Japanese were too sudden, and he only observed the general direction from which the shells were fired.

The Japanese infantry artillery positions were not exposed, but were covered by many houses and could not be directly observed.

For a moment, Yang Wanli did not dare to determine the exact coordinates of the Japanese artillery.

However, if the Japanese artillery cannot be destroyed as soon as possible, these artillery pieces will seriously threaten the lives and safety of all the brothers in the Fourth Battalion, and soon more soldiers of the Fourth Battalion will be injured or even sacrificed.

Yang Wanli gritted his teeth and finally reported a coordinate based on his own judgment.

"Scale 2700, direction right 005, 008, two bursts..."

There were three mortars, but he only allowed his soldiers to use two this time.

This is not because he is stingy, but because the ammunition provided by Zheng Kaixuan is too little.

With 20 shells, if three mortars were firing at full power on this kind of battlefield, they might not even last a minute to finish firing.

This is also the reason why Yang Wanli hesitated just now.

A good cook cannot cook without rice. There were too few shells and he was not sure enough, so he dared not waste any.

"fan..."

Just when Yang Wanli had said more than half of the word "release", with only one pinyin letter missing, he suddenly raised his head in surprise and looked at the sky above his head.

Above the sky, six artillery shells whizzed past the heads of the soldiers of the third company, and in the blink of an eye they fell into the Japanese positions in Dazhai Town.

"Rumble, rumble..."

The explosion was so loud that even Yang Wanli and the soldiers of the third company, who were 2,700 to 2,800 meters away from Dazhai Town, could hear it.

"Could it be that the battalion commander took action?"

The shells were fired from the direction of the small isolated village. Yang Wanli thought it must be Zheng Kaixuan who took action.

To take a step back, even if it wasn't Zheng Kaixuan, it must have been the gunner arranged by Zheng Kaixuan.

"Since the battalion commander has already taken action, I will save two shells for now."

In the spirit of not wasting, Yang Wanli took a deep breath and held back the last pinyin letter 'g' in the command "release".

These things sound slow, but from the time Yang Wanli started giving orders until Zheng Kaixuan's shells passed over his head, it was just a short moment, almost a blink of an eye.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Yang Wanli had just picked up the telescope to look at the Japanese position again when he heard the whistling sound coming from above his head again.

He quickly raised his head and looked up, only to see six small black dots flying across the sky again. Six shells were fired from the high ground of the small isolated village, whistling past their heads, and then heavily smashed into the Japanese position again.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

Before Yang Wanli recovered from his surprise, the whistling sound came from the sky again and again, and six more shells were fired...

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He and the soldiers of the third company looked up at the sky, their necks and bodies became numb.

Now Yang Wanli is 100% sure that the person who fired the artillery shells on the high ground of Xiaogu Village was definitely Zheng Kaixuan.

Apart from Zheng Kaixuan, no one dares to be so arrogant and wasteful.

On the high ground of Xiaogu Village, Zheng Kaixuan finally stopped.

Just now, he reloaded five times in a row and fired a total of thirty shells!

In fact, like Yang Wanli, he could not accurately lock onto the exact location of the Japanese infantry artillery position.

Without having experienced hundreds of times of baptism of artillery fire like Wang Chengzhu, it would be impossible to rely on experience to quickly and accurately locate the position of the enemy gunner in the situation just now.

At best, we can only determine an approximate location.

However, for Zheng Kaixuan now, knowing the approximate location is enough.

Although he may not be able to hit accurately, he can hit fast enough!

This is also one of the biggest advantages of the Triumph Mortar.

It doesn't matter if some shells are wasted, he doesn't care!

However, Zheng Kaixuan would never allow the Japanese artillery to continue to pose a threat or cause harm to his soldiers.

So he acted decisively and fired fifty or sixty shells in one breath.

"The Japanese gunner should have been killed in the explosion, right?"

Zheng Kaixuan raised the telescope and looked at the area on the Japanese position where several houses that he had just bombed into a mess were located.

"If he's not dead, then come again?"

With a "clang", Zheng Kaixuan loaded another plate of six shells into the barrel.

And at this moment, a system prompt sound finally rang in his heart.

[Ding, congratulations to the host. This is the first time you've used the system's automatic pick-up of Japanese epaulettes. You've successfully picked up ten epaulettes.]

"Ten men and two infantry guns, they must have all been killed."

Zheng Kaixuan didn't expect that the system would give a prompt when collecting the epaulettes.

According to the system prompts, he made a brief analysis and quickly came to the conclusion that the Japanese gunner had been killed in the explosion.

The Japanese Type 92 infantry gun generally requires four to five people to operate each gun, including the gunner, observer, shooter, loader, etc.

Of course, under normal circumstances there will be one or two soldiers specifically responsible for transporting artillery shells, as well as a communications soldier.

If you just open fire, one gun is enough to kill five devils.

Moreover, the Japanese artillery positions are outside the camp, so these ten shoulder straps can only belong to the Japanese artillery.

"Damn it, what a big loss."

Zheng Kaixuan couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Just now, he threw thirty artillery shells, but only got ten Japanese shoulder straps, and most of them were ordinary Japanese soldiers.

"Rumble..."

The battle continues.

After the Japanese infantry artillery was removed, Zhao Chenggong used a grenade launcher to plow the ground with artillery fire on the Japanese positions.

The tenacious Japanese struggled to organize several grenade launchers and machine guns to fight back, but they could not withstand the fierce artillery bombardment of the Second Company.

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

Another Japanese deputy squadron leader stood up and led a team of hundreds of Japanese soldiers to charge forward, intending to break into the second company's position and engage in hand-to-hand combat to wipe out the second and seventh companies.

But they thought too much. The Second and Seventh Companies were not isolated forces.

Several combat units of the Fourth Battalion have also arrived at the battlefield one after another and quickly joined the battle.

Sun Zhenguo from the Eighth Company also arrived at the Second Company's position with more than 30 machine guns. He quickly set up his machine guns and fired at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing out.

Wang Fugui from the fourth company and Song Pengcheng from the fifth company also arrived with their two companies and immediately joined the battle.

On the high ground of Xiaogu Village, Zheng Kaixuan has not been idle at this moment. He has successfully destroyed three mortars on the opposite Japanese position by himself.

"Crack!"

He loaded six more shells into the barrel and aimed the muzzle at the last mortar of the Japanese.

At the same time, he waved to the signalman and asked him to deliver the message on horseback.

"The Japs can't hold out any longer! Notify the bugler! Blow the charge! All members of the Fourth Battalion, charge! The entire battalion, prepare to attack!"