Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Chapter 322: The Enjoyable Old Kong

Outside Niangzi Pass, yellow dust rolled in from the horizon like raging waves.

The steel torrent of the 33rd Division of the Japanese pirates was wrapped in a sandstorm, like an enraged centipede iron python crawling in a winding manner.

Yuichi Okamoto stroked the raised cherry blossom patterns on the shark-skin handle of his saber, while the iron hooves of the Japanese horse under his crotch and the roar of the tank tracks intertwined into a crazy war drum.

The soldiers, dressed in khaki uniforms, stepped across the scorched earth with mechanical precision.

The Type 99 rifles on their shoulders shone green in the dim sky, and their 30-centimeter-long bayonets were like poisonous snake tongues, breathing in the breath of death in the gloomy air.

This force, touted by the military as the "shield of the army", is now approaching the natural barrier in a wedge formation.

A morbid frenzy beat deep in the eye sockets of every soldier - they knew too well the iron-fisted approach of Division Commander Okamoto to enforce "zero pregnancy rate".

Those female Japanese soldiers of the Sixth Division who were induced to take contraceptive decoctions created what they believed to be a record of not getting any Japanese soldiers pregnant. This was an alternative medal of "honor" for this unit.

"Your Excellency, the division commander, the Chinese army positions have been discovered ahead!"

The adjutant's report was torn apart by the roar of the engine.

Okamoto pulled at the straight stand-up collar, and the protruding Adam's apple under the high collar of the military uniform rolled greedily.

He would always remember the humiliation that occurred half a year ago when Jiang Wufa's representatives threw M1 tank shell casings onto the map during the negotiations in Jiankang.

At this moment, his proud "Xuanwu-modified" tank group was shining with a cold blue-gray light in the sun, and its 600mm equivalent armor looked like a giant beast covered with iron scales.

Each tank turret is painted with the scarlet words "Long-lasting Military Fortune" - this is a mobile fortress built by the Military Industry Department of the Great Plaster Empire with all its efforts.

"Let the Chinese army see the real turtle shell."

Okamoto raised a sinister smile and his warhorse neighed loudly.

He dismounted and got into a tank, looking at the tank soldiers who were shirtless because of the heat.

He suddenly remembered the day when the Emperor issued the "Wartime Maternity Protection Order" and the sneer that appeared on his face when he stared at the detailed list of military pay.

He had long guessed the source of the double military pay for pregnant female Japanese soldiers.

However, the origins of those absurd surnames such as "Sanjurojiro" still put his subordinates in an unfavorable position.

After all, his subordinates had no definite evidence to prove that he was not among the thirty-six people.

The male devils of the 33rd Division still had to pay a lot of military pay because they had no concrete evidence to prove their innocence.

When the first tank rolled over Niangzi Pass, the sky and the earth suddenly lost their color.

It was not the expected artillery bombardment, but countless blue fire lines tearing through the sky.

Those "Hongying-6B" missiles, trailing white flames, dived from the clouds at an angle that violated the laws of physics.

Okamoto witnessed the shattering of the myth from the turret observation window:

The "Iron Turtle" lid that he was proud of was like a tin can opened by the giant hand of divine punishment. The hot air wave carried metal fragments and hit the bulletproof glass, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

“Avoid! Avoid quickly!”

The roar echoed in the sealed cabin.

The red light from the instrument panel made every soldier's face look like a devil. The spare ammunition box slid towards the bulkhead amidst the violent vibrations, and the metal friction made a teeth-grinding groan.

The driver frantically pulled the joystick, but the tracks seemed to be nailed to the scorched earth, and the entire steel fortress danced a dance of death in the successive explosions.

The most absurd thing was that when Okamoto rolled and crawled out of the turret, he saw the turret of his "Genbu-Kai" stuck at a right angle in the air.

The division that was neatly organized just now was now like a rice field swept by a hurricane, with body parts scattered among the charred tank wreckage. The specially thickened armor plates were twisted into strange shapes under the high temperature, which looked very much like the bronze spinning wheel in the Nara Museum.

What made him even more terrified was that a steady stream of "Hongying" missiles were rising from the mountains behind his wife.

The trajectories they drew were so graceful, as if the god of death was dancing a waltz in the clouds, and the accompaniment was the dying wails of the soldiers of the 33rd Division.

"This is not... the combat power we should have..."

Okamoto stumbled back, his combat boots stepping on half of his charred arm.

He suddenly remembered the Noh play he had watched at the Kabuki Theater in Tokyo half a year ago - did the samurai who was eaten by the evil spirit also see his own shattered organs before he died?

The driver tried to dodge the tank, but if he could dodge it, it wouldn't be called a missile!

Another missile fell straight down with a scarlet tail flame, accurately penetrating the weak point of the tank turret cover.

In an instant, the smell of burnt metal mixed with gunpowder smoke gushed out, and a dark red fire dragon rushed out from the observation window, engulfing the precision instruments inside and the flesh and blood body.

Major General Okamoto stumbled and bumped into the wreckage of the command vehicle, his combat gloves, soaked in cold sweat, making a harsh sound as they scraped against the iron sheet.

He looked at the tank that was still burning three steps away - the steel coffin was now oozing dark red blood beads from the cracks, winding into strange spells on the scorched earth.

Amid the deafening roar of the explosion, the earth was like a war drum being beaten by a giant.

The lead-gray clouds were reflected into a sickly orange by the artillery fire, and fine pieces of earth and rocks fell, staining the soldiers' faces that were frozen in fear.

The steel torrent that the 33rd Division was proud of was now like toy soldiers torn apart by naughty children, shattered in front of Niangzi Pass.

"A large elite group of men..."

Okamoto wiped the blood off his face, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He swept over the 24,000 soldiers scattered across the battlefield—young and strong men conscripted from the mines of Kyushu and the fishing villages of Hokkaido.

They are not a female division like the Sixth Division, and their number is three times that of non-pregnant female soldiers in the Sixth Division.

But he didn't know that the ones guarding the pass at this moment were definitely not local garrisons like the Beast-Exterminating Valley.

Across the canyon, the flag of the 4th Infantry Column of the Northern Frontier Lion Army was fluttering.

Kong Guoyin sat upright in the reinforced concrete bunker, his bloodshot eyes beneath his helmet gleaming with the glint of a hungry wolf.

He was originally the commander of the 386th Regiment of the 17th Brigade. Who could have imagined that this unit, which was originally incorporated into the Lion Army to balance the strength of the five field armies, would now become the mainstay at the intersection of the three major battlefields of North China, Northeast Asia, and Siberia?

"Report! The vanguard of the Japanese pirate 33rd Division is less than 800 meters away from our position!"

The observer's shouts were torn apart by the explosion, but Kong Duoyin heard them clearly.

He stood up suddenly, and the battle map slipped from his knees, revealing the dense red marks on it - the wolfish ambitions of the North China Front Army, the fangs of the American Russo-Manric people, and the iron hooves of the giant red bear in the north, all of which were now intertwined on this map into a spider web of death.

"The damn Japs arrived just in time!"

Lao Kong suddenly burst into laughter, causing fine sand and gravel to fall from the top of the bunker.

He slammed his palm heavily on the sand table, and the bronze model of North China's terrain dented.

"Order the Artillery Brigade! Bring those thirty-six 155mm vehicle-mounted howitzers up here! And have the Rocket Artillery Battalion set up those 107mm treasures!"

Outside the bunker, thirty-six steel behemoths were taking off their gun covers, with their dark muzzles pointing straight to the sky.

Twelve 107mm rocket launchers formed a steel jungle behind the cliff. On the artillery position, the scarlet artillery ranging flags unique to the Lion Army were fluttering in the wind, like the fire of hell burning across the Taihang Mountains.

"It's so satisfying! It's so damn satisfying!"

Lao Kong grinned and grabbed the phone and yelled:

"Fight for me! Let the Japanese have a taste of being drenched in a rain of steel! The money from these shells will all be counted in the book of military merit!"

As he waved his flag, Niangzi Pass instantly turned into a crater.

The 155mm howitzers poured out a torrent of steel at a rate of six rounds per minute, and the 107mm rockets streaked across the sky with their tails of flame, weaving a deadly fire net on the Japanese pirates' positions.

Okamoto looked at the dense ballistic trajectories in the sky and finally understood what kind of monster they were facing - this was clearly an awakened steel behemoth!

If he doesn't fight this battle to his heart's content, he will be unworthy of the name "Kong Guoyin"!

Lao Kong's admiration for firepower is well-known throughout the field army.

Take the Fourth Column he led for example. Although it was only an infantry column, it was unique in its firepower equipment and had an artillery brigade.

This is an extremely special existence in the Lion Army.

In a hidden artillery position, 36 155mm truck-mounted guns are neatly arranged, like majestic gods of war.

The dim light shone on the guns, and the barrels gleamed with a cold metallic luster, as if telling of their power and majesty.

Next to them, some 107mm rocket launchers were also on standby. The rocket launch tubes were like huge black mouths, deep and threatening, as if ready to spray destructive flames at the enemy at any time, bringing disaster to the enemy.

Although this is a reduced version of the artillery brigade, the entire Lion Field Army does not have a dedicated artillery brigade, and Lao Kong has more than half of one in just one infantry column!

In terms of infantry weapons, Lao Kong's pursuit of firepower is fully reflected.

Taking heavy machine guns as an example, other troops are generally equipped with 12.7mm heavy machine guns.

In order to pursue more powerful firepower, Lao Kong replaced all the heavy machine guns of the troops with 12.7mm dual-purpose anti-aircraft machine guns - QJG-14.5 anti-aircraft machine guns, at the cost of replacing one for every two 42mm heavy machine guns.

At this moment, when twelve tongues of fire suddenly lit up among the defeated Japanese army, the soldiers of the 33rd Division finally understood what "caliber is justice" meant.

Those slender gun barrels spewed out angry fire dragons, and the 14.5mm armor-piercing incendiary bullets tore through the air at an initial velocity of 1450 meters per second, easily penetrating armored targets that the Type 2000 light machine gun could not reach at a distance of meters.

The Japanese were horrified to find that their proud "Type 42" was like a child's toy in front of the QJG- - the sound of bullets penetrating thin iron sheets was like the sound of the Grim Reaper plucking the shamisen, and every "ding" sound meant that a light armored vehicle turned into a flaming iron coffin, and every flash of fire brought up a string of bloody bodies.

"What?! Is this really a machine gun?!"

A Japanese sergeant looked at the new light tank that was cut in half. The inner wall of the armor still had metal vortexes caused by the high-speed rotation of bullets.

He suddenly remembered the warning from the Military Weapons Research Institute:

The 14.5mm machine gun bullets equipped by the Chinese army have kinetic energy 12.7 times that of the 1.8mm machine gun bullets of the big plaster!

This weapon, originally used to shoot down low-altitude fighter planes, is now staging a one-sided massacre in front of Niangzi Pass.

What was even more terrifying was that those machine gun positions would advance 500 meters every ten minutes, always casting the shadow of death over the heads of the Japanese.

Major General Okamoto hid behind the wrecked command vehicle, listening to the screams one after another, and finally understood what kind of monster he was facing.

The bodies of soldiers hit by QJG-42 often had fist-sized penetrating wounds, with the edges of the charred wounds having a strange metallic luster - these were traces of the bullet's rotation and friction as it penetrated the human body.

When an entire squad or squadron of Japanese soldiers was mowed down by machine gun fire, they didn't even have time to let out a full scream before they were torn to pieces by the violent metal storm.

"Charge! Fight the Chinese army with bayonets!"

Okamoto roared while waving his saber, not knowing that this order would completely destroy his troops.

When the Japanese rushed towards the machine gun position with bayonets in hand, they were greeted by an even more frenzied barrage of fire.

The QJG-42 shooters lowered their guns, letting the bullets plow through the crowd, carving bloody alleys of flesh.

A Japanese soldier was hit by three bullets in succession. He seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. His upper body flew three meters away, but his lower body still maintained a charging posture.

Lao Kong stood in front of the bunker's viewing window, looking at the enemy's logo flashing on the electronic map, a sinister smile on his face:

"Blow up the city gate that my wife has locked up for me!"

Several 155mm truck guns quickly adjusted their angles and fired a salvo at the city gate.

The huge shells hit the city gate accurately. Amidst a series of explosions, the sturdy city gate was blown to pieces, with bricks and rubble flying everywhere.

"Charge! Kill the devils!"

The infantrymen shouted slogans and rushed towards Niangzi Pass like a tide.

The QJG-42 anti-aircraft machine gun can also play a huge role in street fighting. Its powerful firepower can easily suppress the Japanese hiding in buildings.

The recoilless gun can also easily deal with the fortress group at Niangzi Pass.

When the last 14.5mm machine gun bullet penetrated the layers of Japanese bodies and hit Okamoto Yuichi's chest, the major general division commander finally saw the inscription on the bullet head - a special armor-piercing incendiary bullet made by Taiyuan Arsenal in 42.

Until his death, he could not understand why the Chinese army could make anti-aircraft machine guns as powerful as heavy artillery.

On the position where the 42rd Division was destroyed, the surviving Japanese soldiers looked at their rifle magazines, then looked at the QJG- that was still spewing flames in the distance, and suddenly they all knelt down and cried!

They finally understood that in the face of absolute firepower, the Bushido spirit was nothing more than a piece of toilet paper torn apart by artillery fire.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ancient and mottled walls of Niangzi Pass. Commander Kong Jie, with a solemn expression, slowly walked to the edge of the wall and slapped it heavily with his palm:

"Come here! Blow up all the fortifications at Niangzi Pass and retreat!"

As the soldiers moved, explosives were placed at key fortifications.

Dull explosions sounded one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and the fortifications of Niangzi Pass gradually collapsed and disintegrated in the explosions.

As the soldiers watched the fortifications being blown up, they began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Kong Jie stood at the back of the team, looking at Niangzi Pass gradually disappearing in the flames and smoke, and did not move for a long time.

Only after the last soldier had evacuated did he turn around and, with firm steps, follow the troops away.

Judging from the current situation, Niangzi Pass is not yet able to be defended for long.

If the Japanese fired a few shots at Niangzi Pass from time to time, it would cause unnecessary casualties to our army.