"Order the 6th Artillery Division to take aim at the Japanese soldiers on the city wall and get them there."

Lin Feng turned to Chen Sanyuan and instructed, "Tell them not to be stingy with ammunition, just keep bombarding upwards!"

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

Chen Sanyuan responded and ran down the trench.

Not long after, the 6th Artillery Division's position.

One after another, black cannons were set up.

The M1931 81mm mortar, the M1897 75mm field gun, the Schneider M1922 75mm field gun, the Schneider M1913 105mm howitzer, the Schneider M29 105mm howitzer, and even the 155mm caliber Nextech M1917/28 155mm howitzer were all brought out.

Hundreds of heavy artillery pieces were positioned on the position; the scale was absolutely astonishing.

Even on the Chinese battlefield, those little Japanese soldiers would wet their pants at the sight of him.

Tan Zhihua, commander of the 6th Artillery Division of the China Democratic League Army, held up a red and blue flag and conveyed the division's operational instructions to the artillerymen at the artillery positions.

"Attention all artillery regiments! Load!"

"Aim—at Laizhou City!"

Tan Zhihua issued the order in a deep voice.

The 25th, 26th, 27th, and 28th Heavy Artillery Regiments began adjusting their firing parameters, and the cannons were aimed at Laizhou City.

"Knock knock knock knock knock..."

"Loading shells, boom—!"

"25th Heavy Artillery Regiment - Loading complete!"

"26th Heavy Artillery Regiment - Loading complete!"

"27th Heavy Artillery Regiment - Loading complete!"

"28th Heavy Artillery Regiment - Loading complete!"

Reports rang out one after another.

The heavy artillery regiment commanders were all in high spirits.

Only Nguyen Thieu Hai (a Vietnamese), the chief of staff of the 6th Artillery Division, was somewhat worried. "Division Commander."

"With so many heavy artillery pieces we're using this time, there's a high chance we might accidentally injure civilians in the city. I suggest we use small-scale artillery fire to destroy their firing points and mortar positions first."

"What do you know!"

Tan Zhihua resolutely rejected the idea: "This is the first time our National League Army has fought against the Japanese invaders! We must show the might of the Vietnamese people and absolutely cannot show weakness. Otherwise, the Japanese invaders will become even more arrogant, and the people will be even more disappointed with our National League Army."

"Commander! But these are tens of thousands of innocent civilians! What if they get accidentally injured..."

Ruan Shanghai was about to say something when Tan Zhihua interrupted him.

"Alright, Chief of Staff, I know what you're worried about!"

Tan Zhihua said sternly, "This is war! Casualties are unavoidable. If we soldiers are all hesitant and indecisive, how can we possibly liberate our motherland?"

"Commander... I understand!"

Ruan Shanghai sighed helplessly and had no choice but to obey orders.

A moment later, Tan Zhihua, holding up the red and blue flag, began to wave it, shouting, "Ready—"

"fire!!!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Hundreds of large cannonballs, trailing long tails, streaked across the night sky and sped toward Laizhou City at incredible speed.

Meanwhile, the garrison inside Laizhou City did not notice anything amiss.

Although many patrolling Japanese soldiers felt a slight whirlwind passing through the air, they couldn't make out what it was because of the darkness.

"Lieutenant Harriman, how do you think the National League forces will attack Laizhou City?"

On the city wall, Daisuke Suzuki and Harriman stood together, holding binoculars and observing the situation below.

"Well..."

Harriman thought for a moment and replied, "Based on past experience, they would send small units to launch surprise attacks, then concentrate their forces on one point, and then use their advantage of numbers to gradually take over the city."

"Yoshi."

Daisuke Suzuki gave Harriman an approving look and smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm, very insightful, go on."

"yes."

Harriman bowed respectfully and then continued his explanation: "The National League Army is similar to the guerrillas, with very backward weapons and equipment, but that does not mean they are capable of taking Laizhou City. A few heavy machine gun positions and a few bunkers alone are not something the National League Army can handle."

"The analysis is good."

Daisuke Suzuki said with a sneer, "I always thought your Vichy French army was weak, but it seems you've got some ideas after all."

Upon hearing this, Harriman was instantly enraged.

"What? Are you annoyed?"

Seeing Harriman's angry face, Daisuke Suzuki sneered, "Don't forget who you are! You, the mighty army of Europe, have been utterly defeated by Hans after only a few months of fighting. Now you've actually become the enemy's lackeys. You've utterly disgraced the French royal family!"

"Your Excellency, please be careful with your words and actions."

Harriman suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Although our French army has suffered repeated setbacks on the battlefield, it does not mean that our French army is inferior to other European armies!"

"hehe."

Daisuke Suzuki sneered, "But it doesn't matter anyway. In the end, the victor will still be our Sakura Country. You are all just trash."

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound rang out in the sky to the east of Laizhou City.

The sound was very jarring, and also very familiar.

Immediately afterwards, shells flew in from the distant sky, trailing white flames like death knells.

What is this?

Daisuke Suzuki was completely baffled. What on earth were these things?

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