Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 803 Sending a Warm Greeting

This sudden, mysterious and powerful assistance was like a shot of adrenaline, injected into the defenders who had almost exhausted all their strength.

But the strength of the Japanese 10th Army is indeed strong.

More than 100,000 troops and hundreds of ships cannot be completely destroyed by dozens of modern missiles, especially since the number of these missiles is limited.

After the initial panic and huge losses, the Japanese army's strong organizational ability and Bushido spirit began to emerge.

Officers at all levels shouted at the top of their lungs and reorganized the troops.

"Don't panic! It's just some coastal defense guns!"

"Speed ​​up! Hit the beach! Once we reach land, their artillery fire will be useless!"

"For His Majesty the Emperor! Assault!"

Heisuke Yanagawa's face turned pale as he looked at the tragic scene on the sea. He knew that delaying would only result in greater losses.

He swung his sword fiercely and issued a cold and resolute order: "Ignore the losses! The entire army will force a landing! All ships, rush to the beach at full speed! Infantry, prepare to wade and immediately seize the enemy's beachhead!

All gunboats immediately begin shelling the Chinese beachhead! "

With one order, the remaining transport ships and landing craft rushed towards the coastline of Jinshanwei at full speed, regardless of the horrific damage caused by the occasional falling missiles!

Occasionally, there were traces of death streaking across the sky, and ships on the sea were constantly being hit and exploded, but the Japanese landing wave could no longer be stopped.

A large number of landing craft rushed onto the beach amid deafening shouts. The hatches opened, and countless Japanese soldiers wearing helmets and holding bayonets howled and jumped into the waist-deep sea water. Facing the hastily organized firepower of the Chinese defenders, they rushed upward madly.

In an instant, the coast was filled with the deafening sound of gunfire, explosions and shouts of killing.

A battalion commander named Li on the battlefield shouted hoarsely, "Brothers! No matter which god helped us just now! Now it's our turn!

There is no turning back! Behind us is our homeland and our people! Kill the enemy and serve our country! Today is the day!

"Kill the enemy and serve the country!" Three hundred throats roared. Although the sound seemed weak in the clamor of the sea and sky, it was full of determination.

The first batch of Japanese landing craft had already rushed onto the beach. With the hatches opened, Japanese soldiers wearing helmets and holding Type 38 rifles howled and jumped into the waist-deep sea water, wading towards the beach.

"Fight!" Sporadic gunshots were heard from the Chinese defenders' positions.

They were mainly Hanyang and Zhongzheng rifles, interspersed with short bursts of fire from a few Czech light machine guns.

The firepower was not dense, but extremely accurate. Many of these Hunan Army soldiers were veterans with tricky marksmanship.

The Japanese soldiers at the front were shot and fell to the ground one after another, and the sea water was dyed red.

But the number of Japanese troops was too large, and as one wave fell, another wave came up.

The fleet's artillery began to bombard the Chinese army's beachhead positions fiercely, trying to suppress the weak but tenacious resistance.

The explosion stirred up a cloud of mud and sand near the defenders' crude fortifications, and soldiers were constantly hit by shrapnel and fell down screaming.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Zhang Ashui aimed at a Japanese sergeant wielding a saber and pulled the trigger.

The other party fell down immediately.

Before he could pull the bolt, a row of dense machine gun bullets whizzed past his head, pressing him down so that he could not raise his head. It was the covering fire of the Japanese army.

Zhang Ashui tightened his thin military uniform, hugged his old "Hanyang-made" rifle, and huddled in a simple foxhole. Bullets flew overhead, leaving him no chance to poke his head and shoot. . . .

He was an ordinary soldier in the 5th Company, 2nd Battalion, 368th Regiment, 62nd Division.

His company, along with part of a brother company, totaling less than three hundred people, was ordered to stay behind to defend this long stretch of coast that would have required a division or even more troops to defend.

Where did the main force go?

A few days ago, the division headquarters received an urgent order, and the main force of the 62nd Division, about two brigades, were quickly transferred to Pudong to support the meat grinder-like battle on the Songhu front battlefield.

There, China's most elite troops were bleeding under the Japanese army's absolute superior firepower, and every bit of their strength was being put into trying to stop the Japanese offensive.

All that was left for Jinshanwei were this small force and some simple fortifications that were better than nothing.

The battalion commander's face was solemn as he mobilized, and he only left one sentence: "Hold this place until the end. Without orders, do not retreat a single step."

At the same time, a few kilometers behind him, in the dense mixed woods called "Hengjingwo", the scene was quite different.

Modern camouflage nets cleverly blend dozens of vehicles and devices into the environment, and the air is filled with the faint smell of diesel and the low hum of electronic equipment.

Makarov was standing next to a command vehicle with a cold smile on his face.

On the tactical screen in front of him, the thermal imaging signal clearly showed the continuously expanding and converging hot spots on the surface of Hangzhou Bay, which was the landing fleet of the Japanese Tenth Army.

"It's quite a large scale... Yanagawa Heisuke's Tenth Army, just a few lines in the history book, turned into reality it's really fucking spectacular." He muttered to himself, as if he was enjoying a big show that was about to begin.

He pressed the communication button, his voice steady but filled with unmistakable murderous intent: "Attention all Hail units, the target data link has been updated.

Targeting area A, the beach waters, and area B, the deploying landing craft.

All-cell, high-explosive warhead, salvo mode.

Let us extend warm greetings to these noble ladies."

In the forest, eighteen BM-21 "Hail" 122mm multiple rocket launchers based on the Ural-4320 truck chassis slowly raised their launch pads.

The 40 launch tubes on each vehicle were like a dead honeycomb, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster in the faint morning light.

"Hail", this terrifying area-killing weapon that was officially equipped by the Soviet Army in 1963, will now roar through the skies of East Asia 26 years ahead of schedule.

Its 122mm rocket weighs 70 kilograms per rocket, has a warhead charge of nearly 20 kilograms, and has a maximum range of over 20 kilometers.

Its 122mm rockets surpassed the 122mm howitzers and 152mm howitzers of this era in terms of range and single-shot killing power.

A salvo takes only 18 to 20 seconds, with 18 vehicles each firing 40 rounds, which is a total of 720 high-explosive rockets. This saturation strike can cover an area of ​​about 190,000 square meters, equivalent to the size of 26 football fields.

The wide coverage, high firepower density and strong psychological deterrence were unimaginable and unbearable for any army in 1937.

"Binding of all elements completed!"

"Launch unit ready!"

"..."

A series of terse reports came back over the encrypted channel.

Makarov took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if savoring the deliciousness of war, and then gently uttered a word.

"Fire!"

In an instant, the color of the world changed!

A huge, continuous roar suddenly exploded, completely tearing apart the silence before dawn!