Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 653: Ningji Okamura: Damn Li Yunlong, he’s so cruel!

Chu Yunfei used a telescope to see clearly the scene of the explosion of explosives that blew away the train at the ambush point in the distance. At the moment when the thousand kilograms of explosives exploded, he felt his heart skip a beat.

At that moment, the entire train was blown away, and countless dirt and rubble on the ground rushed into the sky, almost covering the sky and the sun.

The burial site of the explosives left behind only a large pit more than ten meters deep. The original railroad tracks had been blown away dozens of meters, and there was no trace of the existence of the railroad tracks at the original site.

"One thousand kilograms of explosives is terrifying enough. What a spectacular scene it must have been if the independent regiment used four one-ton shells to bomb the train station."

Chu Yunfei sighed a little. He felt a little regretful that he didn't get to witness the shocking scene when the train station was blown away by the Eighth Route Army's artillery shells.

The explosion was the order.

There was no need for Chu Yunfei to give any more orders at this time. The two 89 howitzers that the 155th Division had obtained from the Ping An Air Show had already been loaded. After the smoke and dust settled, two 155 howitzer shells were fired out with a sharp sound.

The sharp sound produced by the friction between the shells and the air rang out above the explosion point. According to common sense, this was enough to make the Japanese devils' scalps tingle.

Because in all the previous wars, especially in the Battle of Taiyuan, they had suffered enough from the 155mm howitzers and were almost suffering from PTSD.

However, they were unaware of this now, because the thousand kilograms of explosives had already caused these Japanese devils to either become temporarily deaf or completely lose their hearing from then on.

On the contrary, these Japanese soldiers no longer have to face the sound that makes their scalps tingle, and only have to face the end of being blown to death on the spot.

With one blast, the area was completely destroyed and the entire area the size of a football field was covered.

Boom!

Boom!

The loading of the 155 howitzers never stopped. Although the skills of these Shanxi Suiyuan Army artillerymen who learned from the independent regiment's artillery battalion were a little lacking, they had enough artillery shells.

In this operation, the independent regiment was given 89 howitzer shells from the 30th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. Division Commander Chu brought all of them to the ambush site without leaving a single one, and asked them to fire them all to provide a fire coverage for the Japanese.

When had the artillerymen of the 89th Division ever fought such a rich battle? To have 30 155mm howitzers in such a small space, wouldn't that be awesome?

Today, these artillerymen of the 89th Division have finally realized what kind of wealthy life the artillery battalion of the independent regiment leads. They are real landlords and wealthy people!

The firepower of the 107 rocket launchers deployed closer was more intensive, and the division commander's orders were easier to execute. The three 107 rocket launchers were lined up in a row at a standard distance, and after the 155 howitzer landed and exploded, the three 107 rocket launchers opened fire at the same time. After a salvo, 36 107 rocket launchers covered the entire area.

Bullets raining down like rain is probably the most realistic portrayal of this area today.

The shells kept falling, and the flying shrapnel was like an extremely dense net, covering the special train and leaving no chance for the devils to escape.

In less than 5 minutes, more than 4 minutes later, all the artillery shells carried by the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army had been used up.

There was only silence in the field.

After the extreme noise, when the sound of artillery and explosions stopped, there was an extremely contrasting silence.

"Master, shall I take the brothers to have a look?"

Seeing that Chu Yunfei had not given any order for a long time, Adjutant Sun asked Chu Yunfei.

"What are you looking at?"

"See if there are any Japanese soldiers alive. We can also provide them with more guns to prevent any of them from slipping through the net." Adjutant Sun responded as a matter of course.

"Why bother with that? If we go down now, what if the Japanese are prepared and our brothers get hurt again? The lives of our brothers in the 89th Division are very precious now, so don't bother with these trivial matters.

Tell the brothers to retreat quickly.

I believe the Japanese reinforcements will arrive soon, don't give them a chance to take advantage of you."

Chu Yunfei saw that the results of this battle were enough, so he didn't even clean up the battlefield. He looked at the wasteland in the distance with contempt, and the Japanese special trains scattered all over the ground. He whispered, "Li Yunlong, the price you gave me is only enough for me to do this. As for cleaning up this mess, that's another price."

"However, this time, the way your independent regiment fought was simply too satisfying. The Japanese didn't even have time to show our Shanxi-Suiyuan Army their respect, and they were almost completely wiped out.

I have to say, your firepower coverage capability is really enviable.

I just don’t know when the second Ping An Air Show will start. I must negotiate a good price with Yu Ye this time.”

After saying that, Chu Yunfei strode away without even looking back.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the surviving Japanese soldiers from the bombed train slowly poked their heads out and looked around tentatively to see if there were any Chinese troops coming to attack.

To their surprise, the Chinese army simply launched such a fierce and violent artillery bombardment and did not send infantry to clean up the battlefield.

A few surviving Japanese soldiers crawled out from the carriages and looked around. There was almost no intact carriage on the entire battlefield. Some were twisted and deformed by the explosion, while others were directly beaten into sieves by shrapnel. The entire battlefield was in ruins.

Ningji Okamura struggled to get out from the corner of the carriage, reached out to pull away the warm intestines hanging on the window, and all he saw were the broken arms and limbs of the Locust Army, with blood spilled all over the ground. It was a complete and miserable defeat.

It trembled and shivered as it searched the carriages one by one, hoping to find more survivors, but it was in despair. There were about seven or eight hundred locusts on this train, including captured Japanese officers and soldiers and the escorting locust soldiers, and now only one in ten was left.

Just when its face was filled with sorrow and pain, Yoshio Shinozuka, whose face was covered in blood and a huge gash left by shrapnel with flesh and blood exposed, patted Ningji Okamura.

The two Japanese soldiers looked at each other. Of all the senior Japanese officers, only two of them were left.

The two Japanese soldiers were already deaf and could not hear what was being said, but there was no need for them to communicate with each other now.

Looking at the bullet holes all over the ground, Ningji Okamura realized that this must be the work of Li Yunlong of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment. How many armies in the entire Chinese army could produce such a high density of firepower?

The Japanese soldier, who had been promoted to the rank of general in the Locust Army, cursed loudly: "Baga, Li Yunlong is really cruel!"