"fire!"

Ma Ping'an's voice penetrated the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield, like a thunderclap, arousing layers of fighting spirit in everyone's heart.

As his powerful command fell, in an instant, the originally silent city wall seemed to be a awakened giant beast, roaring and spitting out deadly flames.

Dozens of mortars emitted deafening roars at the same time, and the muzzles emitted dazzling flames, cutting through the gray sky and tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The shells dragged their long tail flames and cut through the sky with an unstoppable momentum, whistling towards the Japanese and puppet troops' positions west of Stone City.

Each shell was like a kiss from the god of death, landing accurately in the enemy's dense marching formation, triggering a series of deafening explosions.

The huge impact force threw the soil, gravel and the enemy's broken limbs into the air, and then smashed it back to the ground, causing bursts of dust.

The mixture of gunpowder and smoke blocks the sky and blurs people's vision. Whether it is guerrillas or Japanese and puppet troops, it is the same.

The Japanese and puppet troops marched in the Gobi Desert, instantly swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire and smoke. The Japanese and puppet troops struggled, screamed and dispersed in the artillery fire. Their originally neat marching team became chaotic, with war horses and soldiers mixed together and fled in all directions.

The Japanese officers were still commanding loudly, but the continuous sound of cannons was enough to annihilate all sounds.

The Japanese and puppet troops were completely disrupted. In a panic, they fled in the smoke and dust.

On the Stone City, Ma Ping'an used the telescope to see the horrified and desperate faces after the sunset penetrated the explosion dust and smoke, as well as the messy and bloody corpses all over the ground, and a slightly relieved smile.

Although this round of artillery only caused more than 20 casualties to the Japanese, it also comforted the heroic souls who died in battle under the Stone City.

"Continue to shell the bombardment, and his mother didn't know them even if she bombed these Japanese and puppet troops!"

Ma Ping'an continued to order that these Japanese and puppet troops must be completely defeated.

Boom! Boom boom!

Under Ma Ping'an's order, eight mortars roared again.

The artillery fire poured down like a heavy rain, covering every corner of the Japanese and puppet troops' escape.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the fire of artillery fire intertwined, dyeing the entire battlefield into a blood-red purgatory.

Fires soared into the sky under the Stone City and smoke filled the gunpowder. The Japanese and puppet troops had no power to fight back under the baptism of artillery fire. They could only escape blindly and try to escape from this place of death.

Ma Ping'an stood on the city wall, looking at the shrinking group of enemies below, and an indescribable sense of pride and tragedy surged in his heart.

He knew that each cannon sound was the best comfort to the heroic souls who died under the Stone City.

"Brothers, go all the way. This cannon sound is a farewell for you!"

Ma Ping'an looked up and sighed, looking at the sky.

And there, it seemed that there were guerrillas who had named him with their names and could not be called, waving to him with a smile.

Ma Ping'an has seen such a picture for many times.

Two lines of clear tears in the corners of his eyes flowed down involuntarily.

He quickly wiped it out because he was the leader of the guerrillas. He could not let the soldiers see his emotional side.

Because this battle is not over, it has just begun.

The shelling lasted for several minutes, but it seemed as long as a century.

In this short period of time, the Japanese and puppet troops west of Stone City experienced a huge change from life to death. Their morale had fallen to the extreme and they had no intention of increasing their troops to Stone City. Those who were still alive, still able to move, and those who were urinating were running westward, leaving only corpses everywhere.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

However, at this moment, the shelling on the east side of the city wall also unfolded. Moreover, this shelling was even more terrifying.

Four mountain cannons were bombarding the Japanese mechanized infantry regiment!

The huge roar was as if torn apart the sky. The deafening sound of cannons echoed on the Gobi Desert for a long time. Compared with the previous artillery bombardment, this time the roar was deeper and more shocking.

Four large-caliber mountain cannons roared, turning the long-accumulated rage into lights of death, pointing directly to the arrogant Japanese mechanized infantry regiment.

When the shells come into contact with the ground, time seems to solidify.

First there was a brief silence, followed by an explosion like a shaking mountain, as if the whole world was trembling.

The shock waves generated by the explosion swept over like a tsunami, compressing and distorting the surrounding air, forming a storm of wind that is visible to the naked eye.

The fire rose into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. The black smoke rolled, covering the sky and the sun was intertwined with the afterglow of the sunset, forming a tragic and magnificent picture.

The position of the Japanese mechanized infantry regiment instantly turned into hell on earth.

The armored vehicles seemed so fragile in front of these large-caliber mountain cannons. Their armor was as pale as paper and easily torn apart by shells.

The fragments produced by the explosion splashed everywhere, like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Japanese.

The Japanese infantry were even more terrible. They were thrown into the air by the explosion air waves, like kites with broken strings, and then fell heavily to the ground and could no longer stand up.

Wailings and crying for help came one after another, but they could only be drowned in the roar of artillery fire.

"Continue firing, don't stop, and drain all the shells."

Dragon Boat Festival issued consecutive firing orders.

Although he likes this kind of large-diameter mountain cannon, he can't take it away.

If they were pulled, their marching speed would be greatly slowed down.

The road to the future is full of unknowns. The Dragon Boat Festival must ensure that the speed of the troops is not caught by the Japanese pursuers.

With the Dragon Boat Festival order issued, the soldiers continued to carpet-style and uninterrupted artillery on the Japanese mechanized corps.

The shells poured down like raindrops, and the entire sky was occupied by fire and smoke.

The huge power generated by the explosion overturned the Japanese chariots and buried the infantry.

In the light of fire, the Japanese mechanized corps seemed to be trapped in an endless sea of ​​fire, unable to escape or resist.

This carpet-style and uninterrupted shelling made the Japanese army feel unprecedented pressure and fear.

Their chariots and personnel carriers were destroyed one by one, and the infantry were forced to hide behind the bombed or unexploded chariots and trucks, seeking a faint shelter.

However, these efforts were futile, and the fire was ruthlessly reaping their lives like the wrath of death.

The Dragon Boat Festival stood on the city wall, looking at the Japanese mechanized corps shrouded in artillery fire below, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

This shelling not only disrupted the Japanese interception plan, but also at least one-third, even more Japanese were killed under mountain cannons!
Chapter completed!