my scientific age

"Sing!" The first wave of metal shells in a dynamic and stable flight cut through the sky, pulled out a perfect and elegant arc, and swept towards the center of the Caijiayu battlefield.

The movement in the sky suddenly attracted the attention of the Japanese army on the Caijiayu battlefield.

"Enemy shelling! Murakami, hide!!!" A Japanese soldier Cao Chang's eyes were blood red, and the depths of his eyes were full of anxiety. Facing the high-speed artillery shells, he had to hide in the bunker of the earth pit, and walked towards the enemy. Nephew Murakami Kyo, who was hiding behind the wreckage of the carriage in the distance, roared eagerly.

His nephew, Murakami Kyo, has just joined the Fifth Division not long ago. He is not only an excellent and motivated imperial soldier, but also the best junior of the Murakami family, responsible for the mission of revitalizing the family.

If Murakami died here, he would not be able to give an explanation to the family, and the entire Murakami family would inevitably suffer a catastrophic blow.

Murakami Kyo, a young soldier hiding behind the wreckage of the carriage, and the dozen or so Japanese soldiers around him had no time to react. They looked up subconsciously, only to see tiny black spots coming into their sight, rushing towards them like meteors.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

despair.

This is the despair that goes deep into the soul.

They see it, but can't do anything about it.

"Get down!"

"Baga, the enemy is shelling!!!"

Accompanied by the reminder of a Japanese veteran in the battlefield area, the first wave of 60mm mortar shells crossed the last distance like a rainstorm, directly covering the central battlefield of Caijiayu, and the shells hit the ground hard, blooming a One after another, gorgeous and short-lived fireworks of death.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were lucky enough to be hit directly by shells, and they were shattered from the physical level. Body limbs and flesh and blood fragments flew around like heavenly maidens, outlining the most vivid and beautiful hell on earth.

In addition, many Japanese soldiers fell into a pool of blood due to the killing effect of shell fragments and explosions, wailing with a Hiroshima accent, and suffering extreme pain from broken limbs or shrapnel entering their bodies.

The kinetic energy contained in shell fragments is much lower than that of bullets, but this does not mean that the lethality will be reduced. In fact, because of the low flight speed and kinetic energy of irregular metal shell fragments, they will roll over and roll immediately after entering the human body, tearing muscles And blood vessels and large arteries, causing extremely terrible bleeding, resulting in a large-scale cavity effect comparable to small-caliber bullets shooting into the human body.

This is a veritable meat grinder!

Shells continued to explode, and one Japanese soldier after another was instantly covered in countless metal fragments. His body suffered a devastating blow, his internal organs were shattered, his main artery was broken, and bright red and hot blood gushed out crazily, almost reaching the highest level. Pain is transmitted to the brain through neurons, stimulating the nerve center frantically.

These Japanese soldiers wailed in unbearable pain, longing for help, but they could only die in despair.

Why no one rescued?
The reason is simple, the surviving Japanese soldiers are still facing more and more intense artillery fire.

At this moment, the artillery strikes in the sky are no longer in waves, but in an extremely coherent fluid state, like a torrent of shells pouring down on the battlefield, almost covering the area with the highest density of Japanese soldiers.

The mortar battalion of the division in the artillery's ultimate happy mode was completely crazy. The density of firepower projection to the Japanese army in the central battlefield of Caijiayu reached the highest level. The average rate of fire per minute of each 60mm mortar was as high as 30 rounds!
This is an unimaginable number, a number that can only be described as rain of shells!
For the Japanese troops on the central battlefield of Caijiayu, it was really raining shells from the sky.

Still kind of continuous.

Undoubtedly, this was an extremely extravagant battle for the Eighth Route Army. Even the 686th and 687th regiments were stunned by the intensity of the fire on the entire battlefield. The scene where shells pierced the sky and fell on the Japanese army's position exploded.

I have to say that the feeling of having artillery support is really cool.

The little devil can hide behind the bunker to block the bullets, but he can't block the shells coming from overhead.

"I want to go home! I want to go home..." At the bottom of the valley, a Japanese soldier's tense nerves finally collapsed under the bombardment and death threats. He lost his mind and completely forgot the content of the infantry drills. To escape from the current position.

The Japanese recruit didn't know where to avoid shells, but he knew that if he continued to stay in this position, he would definitely be hit by shells.

Just after he got up, suddenly, a 4mm metal bullet containing 7.92 kilojoules of kinetic energy came out and hit his chest. The metal bullet easily cut through the protection of the skin like a sharp blade, and shredded the tough muscles and blood vessels, as well as the ribs. The impact alters its own dynamic flight stability.

Spin, tumble.

The bullet shattered the beating heart at high speed, engulfing the heart tissue and blood and continuing to fly, creating a space big enough to accommodate an adult's fist.

The Japanese army recruit didn't have time to feel the pain, he just felt that his life seemed to be passing away quickly, his body fell backwards like mud, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and his last thought before his consciousness dissipated was—— Home.

He wants to go home.

"The eighth." On the 686 regiment's position, the sharpshooter Zheng Mingchun, who was staying at the left edge of the position, looked at the fallen little devil more than 300 meters away, confirmed the kill, and silently read a number in his heart, pulling his callused right hand. Hit the big bolt of the official rifle, and ejected the golden shell.

Pull the big hitch, this is a man's romance.

Reload, move the front sight.

The eight kill records didn't make Zheng Mingchun excited or happy. He was like the most experienced hunter, undisturbed by external factors, hunting with his beloved Zhongzheng, focused and careful.

As a top veteran of the Red Army, Zheng Mingchun's tactical skills and marksmanship are extremely high. Before the reorganization, the original army was a recognized sharpshooter, and he was the kind who relied on his talent to make a living.

On the road to the Long March, a 78% new one made in Hanyang created a record of killing a total of 150 enemies, and the accuracy rate of 95-meter shooting was as high as [-]%, which can be said to refer to where to hit.

As for why it is 150 meters instead of 200 meters, the reason is very simple. The bullets made by Hanyang with severely worn rifling will fly randomly when shooting long-distance targets.

Since switching to the high-precision medium-sized rifle in his hand, Zheng Mingchun's marksmanship has soared, from 150% at 95 meters to 400% at 85 meters.

Ten seconds later, Zheng Mingchun found a new target again. With his sharp left eye like an eagle's eye, he firmly locked on the Japanese soldiers 380 meters away through the gap of the front sight, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!" The loud and melodious gunshot sounded again, and the metal bullets shot out, crossing the battlefield along the trajectory in a very short time, and piercing through the exposed half of the Japanese soldier's head behind the stone.

The Tianling Gai was lifted instantly, and the brain tissue in the shape of tofu splashed out.

"Ninth." Zheng Mingchun confirmed the kill, and updated the kill number again in his mind. Then he retracted the gun and moved backwards to the next position. It's only three things. A smart hunter never hunts in one place more than twice.

The retreat order has been issued, and he has to kill more devils before the troops withdraw.

"Lieutenant Hashimoto, the scouts at the front are urgently reporting that the enemy in Caijiayu is launching a fierce shelling, and it seems that they are preparing to launch a general offensive." On the Ranzhuang battlefield, Cangshan Yuanye, the third captain, received the latest battle situation, was shocked instantly, and hurried to the battlefield Supreme Commander Hashimoto Jun was in front of the lieutenant, making a report.

Because the middle of the battlefield was divided and blocked by the enemy, the battlefield communication between Caijiayu and Ranzhuang was disconnected, and the two sides could not communicate effectively. They could only use scouts to conduct unilateral reconnaissance of the battlefield and obtain information on the battle situation.

"Baga! The enemy wants to eat Caijiayu's supply team, Koizumi Squadron, and Shiteng Squadron first, and then come back and swallow us." Hashimoto Junmasa, the combat staff officer of the Fifth Division, looked solemn and his mind was quick. Analyze and calculate, and then infer the other party's intentions based on the current information, gritted his teeth and said.

The strength framework of the entire reinforcement force is relatively complicated, divided into Kurokawa Brigade, Cangshan Brigade, Automobile Brigade, Baggage Squadron, Koizumi Squadron and Ishito Squadron.

The Kurokawa Brigade and the Cangshan Brigade belonged to the combat force, with strong combat effectiveness, but the car team and the logistics team that belonged to the logistics department were relatively weak in combat effectiveness. Even with the Koizumi Squadron and Ishito Squadron, they could not bridge the gap.

"Commander Hashimoto, what should we do?" Cangshan Yuanye asked quickly.

Hashimoto Junzheng forced himself to remain calm, gritted his teeth and said: "Hold on, I believe that the warriors of Caijiayu can hold on, and the support of the division will come soon."

How to do?
There is no way!

At this time, we can only persist, and believe that Caijiayu's imperial warriors can resist the enemy's attack. There is no other way.

"Also, we must firmly grasp this unnamed highland in front of us. Only with it can we have vitality and hope." Hashimoto Junzheng took a few deep breaths in a row, and cast his decisive and resolute eyes on the Laoye Temple highland on the right. : "How many people are there now?"

Cangshan Yuanye responded: "More than 500 people, heavy weapons and ammunition are being transported upwards."

"Yoxi, Mr. Cangshan, what you did is very wrong..." Hashimoto Junzheng felt relieved. After hearing so much bad news, there is finally good news. As long as this unnamed highland can be held, even Caijiayu's rear troops If they are completely wiped out, then the vanguard troops here in Ranzhuang can also survive.

However, at this moment, an extremely violent vibration suddenly came from under their feet. Before Hashimoto Junzheng and Cangshan Yuanye could react, a particularly gorgeous and dazzling cloud of fiery red smoke flowed from more than 500 people on the high ground on the right. The location of the Japanese soldiers came into view of the two.

explosion!

This is a super explosion comparable to a small earthquake!

why?
Because, the Engineer Battalion of the 115th Division buried a full 2 ​​tons of TNT explosives in the predetermined area of ​​​​Laoyemiao Heights!
Yes, the 2 ton class!
This is all the property of the 115th division!
Accompanied by the sensation of vibration and the appearance of fiery red smoke clouds, the high-temperature flames rolled and spread, and the radius of tens of meters in the center of the explosion point turned into a life restricted area. A shock wave that contained nearly half of the explosion energy spread outward at a speed of several thousand meters per second, hitting anyone who was in the way. Objects on the way forward, more than 500 Japanese soldiers who were fighting were killed almost on the spot at the same time.

Some people have no bones left, and some people are lucky enough to leave a whole body.

Finally, the sound of advancing at a speed of 340 meters per second came long ago.

"Boom!" An explosion sound wave with extremely high decibels and high energy came, and the eardrums of people who were closer to the explosion point burst instantly, and they lost consciousness.

The earth is shaking!

Crows fly!