But now, the other party is already an inspector, entrusted with overseeing the entire Jinling military affairs.

"Commissioner Zhang."

"Master Xuan."

Zhang Yong looked around, his face gloomy.

The 55th Division is obviously also shrinking its troops and preparing to run away.

"Commander Xuan, when will you withdraw?"

"We will leave as soon as daybreak. Retreat from Zhongshan Pier."

"oh."

Zhang Yong was indifferent.

Haha. There’s nothing to say. People’s hearts are broken and it’s hard to lead the team.

"Take me to the front line."

"yes."

Xuan Tiewu agreed mechanically.

I secretly murmured in my heart: What is Zhang Yong going to the front line for?

Coming with a security company, is it to engage in a firefight with the Japanese invaders? So what will our 55th Division do?

Come to the forward position.

Zhang Yong raised his telescope but did not see the Japanese heavy artillery.

In the darkness, I couldn't see clearly and I didn't dare to use flares for fear of alerting the Japanese artillery.

Look around and finally find a commanding height.

Climb up.

Observe quietly.

Finally saw the Japanese artillery.

More than two thousand meters away, there are many people and vehicles.

After all, it was a 150mm howitzer. At that time, it was a strategic-level weapon.

Each independent field heavy artillery regiment was the darling of the Japanese army. There were not many Japanese invaders themselves.

In front of the howitzer, there was at least one Japanese infantry regiment covering it.

It's almost impossible to make a sneak attack.

However, there is no need for a sneak attack. I will directly cover it with artillery fire!

"Someone is coming!"

"arrive!"

"Put the phone over here."

"yes."

Xuan Tiewu sent someone to make arrangements.

He didn't dare to be negligent. He was afraid that Zhang Yong would cause trouble for him.

This is wartime. Military law is ruthless.

If he really did something wrong and was caught by Zhang Yong and shot, no one would dare to say anything.

No one thought the title of Inspector was so scary before. Now I understand it deeply!

Before Zhang Yong, inspectors and commissioners were almost decorations.

Or use this title to benefit yourself.

It wasn't until Zhang Yong appeared that everyone discovered that the head on their neck was also among the inspectors.

Enforce military law.

Military law is ruthless.

It's simply a perfect closed loop.

Zhang Yong really knows how to kill people.

Even in front of King Yama, there is no way to complain.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong was too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

He was carefully studying the artillery coordinates map.

Study and judge the empty finger map.

Repeated comparisons.

Finalize the coordinates.

Coincidentally, the communications soldier also pulled the phone line over.

Pick up the phone.

"I'm Zhang Yong! I'm in charge of the tenth artillery regiment."

"yes."

Soon, the call was connected.

The person who answered the phone was not some old guy. It was Peng Mengji.

It was probably the dog-headed boss who reported Peng Mengji. Peng Mengji did not dare to neglect and went into battle tired.

"Commissioner..."

"Now, there are 150mm howitzers from the Japanese invaders approaching quietly. They are probably coming towards you. Currently, they are in front of the 55th Division defense area. Follow my order and immediately shoot near areas 308 and 216. Gradually cover the area with a radius of 500 meters.

.”

"yes."

"Keep the phone open."

"yes."

Peng Mengji handed the phone to the staff officer and went to direct the artillery fire.

Zhang Yong put the microphone next to him but did not hang up. He held up the telescope and waited for the shells to fall.

Five seconds...

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

The shells haven't come yet.

It seems that the operation of the 10th Artillery Regiment is a bit slow.

I guess the personnel are very tired. They have been shelling all night. They are overloaded.

Not only are the personnel overloaded, but all the howitzers are also overloaded.

The number of shells fired in one night was ten times more than all the shells fired in the past. Or even more.

Hopefully those barrels can still hold up...

As long as the barrel doesn't blow up, it's fine. It doesn't matter if the error is larger.

The accuracy is not enough, so I have to make up the quantity.

First a thousand rounds. Not enough? Another ten thousand...

One minute...

Eighty seconds...

Finally, I heard the sound of shells breaking through the air.

Coming!

Coming!

The shells are coming!

"boom……"

"boom……"

Sure enough, balls of fire broke out.

The shell that landed was slightly off the mark and did not hit the middle of the Japanese heavy artillery.

Instead, they blew away the Japanese infantrymen who were protecting them.
To be continued...