Chapter 283: The Restoration Society only enters, never exits

The two red dots are moving very slowly.

Obviously, they are also walking through the reeds.

The area of the tidal flat is very large. I don't know what kind of ground it is more than 100 meters away.

It may already be half mud and half water?

In that case, are these Japanese soldiers all special forces? Damn. They're really good.

If only I had Yan Shuangying's abilities.

With the help of a map, it would be a single shot. One shot, one kill. Easy. No matter how many come, it's no problem.

In fact, you don't even need a gun. You can kill the enemy with your bare hands.

Unfortunately, it's just a thought. With his current abilities, he can only rely on his wits to make a living.

But it seems that his wits are not very agile...

'Where is the enemy?' Zhou Yang asked in a low voice.

'It's still about 50 zhang away,' Zhang Yong replied cautiously.

'Can you hit it with the mortar?'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Mortar? You brought a mortar?

No way!

He couldn't help but look back at the truck.

He hadn't noticed it before.

'I've got two 60mm mortars,' said Zhou Yang, "and a hundred rounds of ammunition.'

'Are you planning to go to war with the Japanese?" Zhang Yong was very surprised.

If he had known about the mortars, he would have really dared to try.

With the mortars and binoculars, they might really be able to blow up the two Japanese soldiers.

'Go! Bring the mortars up here!' Zhou Yang ordered.

Soon, a few soldiers came over carrying two mortars and four bags of shells.

Each bag of shells contained six rounds. In total, there were 24 rounds. They could fire two bursts of rapid fire.

'Where are the gunners?'

'We didn't bring a professional artillery crew. However, the soldiers in the guard platoon know a bit about it.'

'Then get started!'

Zhang Yong didn't have high expectations.

As long as they could roughly lock on to the position, that would be fine. Then they would win by sheer numbers.

Judge the map. Calculate the data.

Facing the Japanese invaders on the right, he assigned a target to the temporary artillery, 'My front, about 155 metres away.'

'That precise?' Zhou Yang couldn't help but exclaim, 'Precise to a single digit?'

'More or less,' Zhang Yong didn't explain too much.

If he played the role of a wizard again, he would be exposed.

But the map showed that the distance was indeed 155 metres.

The point is, the target is indeed moving very slowly.

Even if it is under artillery fire, it cannot move quickly. After the correction, it can continue to be bombarded.

One shot won't kill it. Then fire a few more. Keep firing until it dies.

Turn your head and look at the gun.

The barrel is almost vertical. Because the distance is very short.

In fact, within 300 metres is not the optimal range for mortars. It is only beyond 300 metres.

Beyond 300 metres, the best weapon to use is actually the grenade launcher. The Japanese grenade launcher was specifically designed to fill this firepower gap. Sometimes the Japanese ingenuity is put to good use.

Later, when the full-scale war broke out, the Japanese grenade launcher caused the Nationalist army a lot of damage.

The machine gun fire points were almost accurate on the first shot. The losses were huge. The Nationalist army's equipment of Maxim heavy machine guns had a damage rate of over 80%. It was tragic.

'Ready!'

'Fire!'

'Bang!'

A shell pops out of the barrel.

Zhang Yong quickly raises his binoculars to lock onto the target.

However, there is no response.

Huh?

Where did the shell go?

It can't be that it didn't even hit the field of view, can it?

Oh no!

What kind of aiming technique is this!

Are the artillerymen in the National Army so poorly trained? I told you we needed a professional...

Rambling thoughts.

There is no movement.

I want to swear.

After more than ten seconds, there was a muffled explosion in the distance. It sounded like someone had farted.

Then a little black smoke rose up. Well, it was only a little black smoke. It was quickly dispersed by the sea breeze.

Then all kinds of mud and debris flew around. Most of it was reeds. The reeds were blown over and over, breaking off. They swayed and floated into the sky.

Zhang Yong: ...

Wow. It took so long for the shell to land?

It took more than ten seconds to land? That's completely different from what you see in TV movies!

In TV movies, the shell comes out of the barrel here and explodes there. But in reality, the shell actually takes so long to fly. How high did it fly?

The explosive power of the shell seems to be seriously lacking as well. It's just a big firecracker.

The thunderclap during the Chinese New Year is louder.

That's beside the point. Did it actually hit the Japanese invaders? Impossible to tell.

There seems to be an error of more than ten metres. It's probably hopeless.

Again.

'Corrected thirteen metres to the left. Distance shortened by ten metres.'

Zhang Yong reports the data.

He has fully taken into account the flight time of the shell.

'Bang!'

The second shell pops out of the barrel.

Sure enough, it takes more than ten seconds to land again.

'Boom!'

Another muffled sound comes.

Then there was a small cloud of black smoke. It had blown away all the debris.

But the target must have been very close. It must have been less than five metres away. But had it hit the target? It was hard to say.

The map showed that the red dot was still there. It must not have been killed.

'Fire again!'

'Bang!'

The third shell left the cannon.

Ten seconds later, it exploded nearby.

Nothing moved. The shell had landed with a three-metre error.

'Boom...'

After the shell exploded, the red dot was still there. But it didn't seem to be moving? For several seconds, the red dot stayed in the same place.

It was impossible to tell whether the Japanese soldier had been injured or was hiding on the ground.

'Continue!'

'Three rapid-fire rounds!'

Zhang Yong shouted.

Damn it. I can't kill you with this.

I'll waste the shells, but I'll blow you to pieces.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Three shells fired in quick succession.

The shells all landed with a slight error. Either one metre or three metres.

Soon, the area within ten metres of the vicinity was bombarded.

Finally, the red dot disappeared.

One down.

As it turned out, artillery shells rely on quantity to win. As long as there are many shells, there is no enemy that cannot be killed.

'My front.'

'Distance 170 metres.'

Zhang Yong reported the second Japanese soldier's data.

At the same time, he turned his body towards the Japanese soldier.

The soldiers in the guard platoon quickly adjust the firing parameters. Then they load the shells.

'Bang!'

The shell flies out of the cannon.

It also takes more than ten seconds to land and explode.

The distance is a bit far.

The red dot doesn't seem to be affected. It continues to move slowly.

Immediately correct. Then continue to fire.

'Bang!'

The second shell flies out of the cannon.

Good, the distance is about right this time. The red dot doesn't move either.

Slightly adjust, five bursts.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The shells continued to come out of the barrel.

Eventually, the red dot on the left also disappeared.

It was destroyed.

Good.

'Stop firing!' Zhang Yong gave the signal.

'Destroyed?' Zhou Yang was doubtful.

'It should be destroyed,' said Zhang Yong, 'I'll go and take a look!'

To make sure there was no danger nearby. They had used the mortar. What other danger could there be?

The devils were not crazy. They could not possibly come under mortar fire.

In the face of mortars, the devils are all scum.

'I'll go too!'

Zhou Yang followed behind excitedly.

He felt very amazing. He didn't see anything. He had no idea where the Japanese invaders were.

However, Zhang Yong knew. It was simply amazing.

This guy works for the Fuxing Society, which is a complete waste. It would be great to come to the army. He is simply a good person to kill the enemy and make achievements.

He can direct mortars to accurately eliminate the enemy in such complex terrain. If he were in the army, he would definitely be a prized asset.

Given time, he could easily get a colonel's rank.

Then he could go to the Army University for further studies and become a high-ranking general...

It's a pity.

He has mistakenly joined the Fuxing Society.

The Fuxing Society is a one-way street.

There is no way to leave the Fuxing Society, only to join it.

'Go!'

'Go!'

They advance with difficulty.

The mudflats gradually became flooded.

The mud was almost knee-deep. They waded through it.

At the same time, they saw the bodies of several soldiers from the Security Corps.

Some of them had been shot in the head. This showed that they had indeed been ambushed.

However, no one was paying attention to them anymore. Zhang Yong was now concerned about the two Japanese soldiers who had been killed.

'Are the mortars made in China?'

'No. They were imported. We bought them from the French.'

'They're of good quality.'

'Foreign stuff. Expensive, but not too bad otherwise.'

'Hm,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

This beach was actually quite a test for mortars.

Because most shells relied on impact fuses to detonate. The soft, muddy soil might not be able to achieve the impact force.

In other words, the shells were likely to fail to detonate.

However, all the shells fired before have exploded. This shows that the shells may not have used a simple impact fuse. There should be other techniques. Otherwise, there would definitely be duds among the dozen shells.

If there are duds, they wouldn't dare to go near them, even if they had the guts. It would be tragic if they suddenly exploded.

That said, some of the French weapons are not bad.

Unfortunately, Hans killed him in one fell swoop. He didn't even get a chance to struggle.

As a result, the French-Chinese style became a trend in later generations...

'Dead.'

'Broken.'

Finally, they arrived at the explosion site on the right.

The area was in a mess. There was a body on the ground. But it was wearing Chinese clothing.

Unlike the ordinary people, he had a gun in his hand.

Not just any gun. It was an original imported Mauser rifle. Made in Germany. Very new.

The bullets that came with it were also very new. The quality was good.

Strange, how could...

Zhang Yong secretly inspected each bullet.

In the end, he discovered that the tip of each bullet had been marked with a cross.

It looked as if it had been done with a dagger or a file. The tip of the bullet was slightly cracked.

Furious!

Damn it, that's vicious!

I thought it was because the bullet tip was of poor quality that it had cracked. I never imagined that the Japanese invaders had deliberately pierced the bullet tip.

After the bullet was pierced, it became the most insidious dum-dum bullet. After hitting the target, the bullet would shatter. This would cause even more lethal damage to the target. Being hit by it was almost hopeless.

'What is this?' Zhou Yang also saw the strange file marks on the bullet.

'This is a dum-dum bullet,' Zhang Yong said slowly, 'the British used it in India.'

'What's the use?'

'It can make the bullet fragment and roll after hitting the human body, increasing the lethality.'

'Ah...'

Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment. Then he figured it out.

He then kicked the Japanese corpse hard. Son of a bitch. So insidious.

Zhang Yong continued to skillfully feel the corpse.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

Not even a single coin. Poor guy. He stamped the Japanese corpse into the mud with one foot.

He continued to look for the second Japanese.

Unexpectedly, this Japanese soldier was actually a ronin. He was dressed entirely in Japanese style.

He also had a gun. But it was a Nanbu 14 pistol. It was also known as the 'King Turtle Box'. Next to the body was an iron box. It was the size of a language textbook.

He pried open the iron box. Inside were a large stack of banknotes. Unfortunately, they had all been soaked in mud and water.

In a hurry, he took out the banknotes and shook them dry.

It turned out that the denominations were all 100 silver dollars. There were at least a few hundred of them.

A conservative estimate is that there were at least 30,000 silver dollars.

Damn!

It wasn't a waste of time.

Next time I'll go and wipe out pirates. Pirates are really rich.

No.

It's Japanese pirate ships that are really rich!