Dingtian Novels.dtxsj. In the early morning, on the artillery position between the first and second positions of the expeditionary force, the four-year-old 15cm heavy artillery took off their camouflage and gun jackets one after another, and the gunners began to assemble them.

The heavy 15cm artillery shell and the precise instant fuse were quickly screwed onto the projectile body. Ella Bookstore.26book.

The four-year-old 15cm heavy howitzer is the most cutting-edge artillery equipment of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. Unlike the three-year-old 15cm howitzer with a range of only 4,700 meters, the four-year-old heavy howitzer's shells are more powerful, although its weight is as high as 5.9 tons.

, is more than 60% heavier than the three-year-old 15cm howitzer, but its range reaches an unprecedented 15 kilometers. It is for this reason that after it enters service, it will become the exclusive heavy artillery of the artillery brigade directly under the expeditionary force headquarters.

For the Allied Forces, the four-year-old 15-centimeter howitzer may be the most outstanding heavy artillery. At this time, the 1st and 2nd artillery brigade directly under the expeditionary force headquarters had 216 four-year-old 15-centimeter howitzers.

Howitzers, like this army, stand on the battlefield in obscurity.

While the heavy artillery brigade under direct control began to make final preparations, in the forward trenches, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the 9th Division of the Expeditionary Force were waiting silently in the trenches. As early as two hours ago, they received the "preparation notice"

"Attack" order, at this time, they were just waiting silently, waiting for the upcoming attack. This battle is different from the past. The 9th Division will use the many gaps in the German defenses to penetrate into the German defense line and advance deep into it.

"Gudu!"

After taking a sip of wine, Fu Zuoyi stood in the bunker and leaned against the wooden beam. He listened nervously to the sound of artillery in the air. The sound was the sound of French artillery. For Fu Zuoyi, who was only 21 years old,

Last year, he did not even imagine that he would one day come to France. However, at the beginning of the past year, when he was still studying at the Baoding Military Academy, he was specially called into the officer model corps. A month ago, he was added to this somewhat unfamiliar team through an officer exchange.

Southern troops.

He knew very well that this unit, which belonged to the old foundation of the Jiangsu Army, was different from other units. Even those soldiers had a sense of arrogance in their bones. They even looked down on him as a "central officer". For this unit, an officer.

What we ask soldiers to do, officers must do it first.

"I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything I can't do myself!"

After he came to this army, he heard more than once that his colleagues who had not attended regular military schools, but had just graduated from the Jiangsu Army Officer Education Corps, said this to the soldiers, and it was not just verbal.

As mentioned above, their greatest characteristic is that they lead by example.

"I will prove myself!"

Fu Zuoyi muttered to himself silently, but even so, his face still looked a little nervous. Nervousness is inevitable. Anyone who has just entered the battlefield will have this kind of emotion, and officers will also have it.

Well, no matter what the soldier is, nervousness before a war is always unavoidable.

"Sir, we will attack in another hour!"

At this time, the communications soldier walked in, interrupting Fu Zuoyi's thoughts. One hour later, and another hour later, look at the time. One hour later, it will be 3:30 in the morning. They need to launch an attack. It will be dark by then, and it is time to attack.

great opportunity.

"Here is a box of Laobaigan. Send it to the brothers in the company. Pour a cup for each of them!"

Pointing to the box of spirits in my body, Fu Zuoyi ordered, "This wine is the farewell wine before the war. It is the habit of the Chinese ** team. This wine is "Zhuangxing wine" and "non-return wine." Drink this glass of wine.

After that, there is no turning back, life or death. Whether it is life or death, everyone has their destiny!

In the trench, the soldiers stood leaning on both sides of the trench, with armed belts full of grenades tied around their waists, holding rifles in their hands, listening to the distant shelling. The French shelling had nothing to do with them...

Leaning on the side of the trench, with his head lowered, Li Yong looked at the photo in his hand. The woman in the photo was his daughter-in-law. She was the daughter-in-law that his mother asked his sister to hold an old rooster in her hometown to marry. The woman in the photo looked like

Although there are some rich and powerful women, he knows that such women are not only easy to give birth to, but they can also work, and can do farm work as well as men.

"Monitor, this is my sister-in-law!"

Sun Lin looked at the photo in the monitor's palm and asked curiously.

"Well, my sister got married with an old rooster!"

It also cost sixty yuan. Of course, Li Yong would not say this. In fact, even if he didn't say it, others would know that many brothers here married in this way.

"Squad leader, you have to live, otherwise..."

Before Sun Lin could finish speaking, Li Yong stuffed the photo into his jacket pocket, then looked at him and said.

"Those who want to live will definitely not survive!"

Sun Lin was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent. At this time, the atmosphere in the trench seemed very silent. A slightly fat soldier kept wiping his bayonet with a cloth, over and over again, as if

He wanted to wipe the bayonet clean so that it could be used in the next battle. From time to time, he would stop what he was doing and examine the bayonet carefully against the light. In the end, he seemed a little unsatisfied and continued to wipe it.

bayonet.

Sitting on the empty ammunition box, Sheng Zide Jingzhu held the rifle in his hand. As a sergeant major, he was fully qualified to operate a submachine gun, but he was a little paranoid about using rifles. Compared to submachine guns, he liked rifles very much. Rifles

Not to mention the accuracy of the shot, even if the bullet was empty, he could still fight with the bayonet. As the division's bayonet champion, what made him most proud was not the championship title, but the bayonet fight with the Japanese during the Jiao'ao Incident.

, he defeated three Japanese soldiers one against three.

From that time on, he became obsessed with rifles and believed in rifles far more than he believed in submachine guns.

"Sir, the personal letter has been handed in!"

Sheng Zide ran to the officer and handed Wang Yuepeng a receipt. It was a receipt for a personal letter. A personal letter from the entire company was actually a letter such as a suicide note.

"oh……"

Looking at the expressionless officer, Lu Siyou summoned up the courage to ask.

"Sir, are you scared?"

Afraid... Turning to look at this recruit, Wang Yuepeng knew that this recruit was different from others. The reason why he joined the army was not because of the high military pay, but because he wanted to prove himself, well... for patriotic reasons, even in

Among the Jiangsu Army, the People's Daily had this idea. I am afraid that only those officers and soldiers like them, that is, only after they join the army, do they know what a country is!

From his eyes, he saw a trace of doubt. If it was normal, he might have scolded him, but today he was surprisingly calm. He held the barrel of the gun with both hands and said calmly.

"certainly!"

Sheng Zide did not deny the fear in his heart.

"You and I won't be here much longer, soon. We'll all be out of the trenches..."

At this time, his eyes moved from Lu Siyou's body to the front, and his hands hit each other from time to time.

"We don't know what we will face then, and we don't know how many people will live and how many will die. Maybe you and I will both die..."

"This is what the company commander asked me to send..."

The distant voice attracted Sheng Zide's attention, and he turned around to look. He saw the company commander's messenger holding a wine bottle in his hand, pouring Zhuangxing wine for everyone.

"Pour me some,"

"Pour some more..."

"Pour more..."

No matter whether you drink alcohol or not. At this time, no one will refuse the drink, and some greedy people will even ask for drinks. After the last drink, how many people have drank the wine of victory?…

While he was thinking this, Wang Yuepeng saw the messenger approaching him.

"Sir..."

"Just pour me a little bit..."

Then as if he remembered something, Sheng Zide looked at Lu Siyou in front of him and said.

"Pour more for him, and half a cup for the new recruit!"

Alcohol, alcohol can numb the nerves of soldiers, make them forget their timidity, and calm them down. In this way, more people can survive on the battlefield.

When the ordering soldier was pouring wine, Fu Zuoyi followed him, giving the soldiers a smile from time to time. His face was also red with wine, and the soldiers often drank the wine in one gulp. Many of them were not able to bear it at ordinary times.

The drunken soldiers would choke and cough when they drank the wine. For a while, the trenches were filled with coughing sounds.

"How's the morale of the brothers!"

Walking up to his sergeant major, Fu Zuoyi asked the expressionless Sheng Zide, a veteran of the Jiao'ao Campaign.

"Sir, morale is high!"

After nodding and signaling the other party to disperse, Fu Zuoyi continued to patrol the trenches. As a commander, he had to make final confirmation before departure.

"I have completed your instructions, sir!"

When the ordering soldier saw the company commander, he raised the half-full bottle of Laobaigan in his hand.

"Thank you, private, now you go back to the reserve team!"

When Fu Zuoyi was speaking, he emphasized his words specially, and the ordering soldier looked at the commander.

"No, sir, I want to be with you!"

The soldier, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, said to the commander with a smile.

"Please take my advice, sir!"

"Um……"

The corners of his lips moved slightly, Fu Zuoyi glanced at him a few times, and then nodded.

"Follow me, okay! Of course..."

Nodding, Fu Zuoyi said again.

"Thanks!"

"Set up the ladder!"

At this time the order came, and the soldiers carried the ladders to the shooting stand, which was a short ladder leaving the trench. Under each ladder, there was more than one squad of troops waiting to attack. While the riflemen were firing machine guns,
To be continued...