ebookland Chapter 350 The Baptism of Artillery Shells!
Chapter 350 The Baptism of Artillery Shells!
Commander Yang, holding the telegram, strode to the sand table and pointed precisely to the south side of the Gantang Phosphate Mine.
"316A Division! As expected, they are their ace. They want to use this 'heroic division' to stop us at Gantang!"
"Alright, let's have a test and see if your shield is stronger or my spear is sharper!"
Having said that, he turned to look at the chief of staff beside him, his tone resolute:
"Immediately revise the general offensive plan based on this intelligence, highlighting the area south of the phosphate mine, and give it special attention when calling in artillery fire!"
Commanders of all attack units arrived immediately to assign tasks: "We must crack this tough nut!"
"Yes!"
The chief of staff was equally invigorated and immediately turned to make arrangements.
With this detailed intelligence on the enemy's front lines, the atmosphere in the command post changed instantly.
The previous somberness and anxiety were replaced by an atmosphere of clear goals and high morale.
The staff officers acted more swiftly and efficiently, and the ticking of the radio seemed to become more rhythmic.
Commander Yang carefully folded the telegram and handed it to his confidential secretary for filing.
Looking out at the dark, still drizzling night sky beyond the bunker, my gaze seemed to pierce through the heavy rain, revealing the reconnaissance squad fighting a bloody battle deep behind enemy lines.
Look solemn!
This battle is likely to be difficult and will be extremely fierce!
"Tell the communications department to maintain open communication with the 'Mountain Eagle' team. Tell them that command thanks them and that they must be careful, continue reconnaissance, and report any new developments immediately!"
He carefully instructed the communications officer, his tone filled with undisguised appreciation and concern.
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Early in the morning,
The deafening artillery fire, even from more than ten kilometers away, still carried clearly like rolling thunder to the edge of the forest where Zhong Yuemin's squad was hiding.
The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly and continuously, as if a giant beast, awakened from its trance, was roaring in the distance.
Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, and the others were lying on the reverse slope of a ridge that offered a distant view of Gantang. Through their binoculars, they witnessed a magnificent scene that they would never forget.
The sky above the orange grove was no longer the gloomy rain curtain they had seen when they infiltrated; instead, it was shrouded in countless scorching bullet marks that ripped through the sky and continuous bursts of fire from explosions.
Like fireworks, they are dazzling and brilliant, the only difference being that fireworks are for viewing, while shells are deadly.
Thick, black smoke billowed up like giant mushrooms, engulfing the entire town and the surrounding highlands.
The scene of hell,
It's probably nothing special after all!
The air was filled with an extremely strong smell of sulfur and explosives carried by the wind. They could smell it from several kilometers away, and it even overpowered the damp, decaying smell of the tropical rainforest itself.
"My God..."
Zhang Haiyang's mouth dropped open, he even forgot the pain from the injury on his arm, and muttered to himself.
"How many shells have been fired...?"
Wang Tiezhu observed through his monoculars, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse:
"Command center... have they really pulled out all the stops? Look over there, the phosphate mine area, it's practically been plowed up!"
Zhong Yuemin lowered his binoculars, his chest heaving slightly. Even he was deeply shocked by the scale of the artillery preparations, which far exceeded his expectations.
Seven artillery groups, more than 500 cannons, and more than 6,000 shells... This intelligence, which their squad risked their lives to obtain, ultimately gave rise to this storm of steel and fire.