Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

Chapter 155: The First Battle of the 2nd Cannon 1

The Second Artillery Corps, which had been training for nearly three months, finally received its first combat mission.

This force is composed of a group of energetic and enthusiastic young people who train intensively every day and look forward to making contributions to the country.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.

In the quiet night, more than a dozen tall launch towers stand, and around them, soldiers are busy making various preparations.

These soldiers were dressed in neat military uniforms, with expressions of determination and confidence on their faces.

They knew that today's mission would have a significant impact on the battlefield, so everyone gave their all.

Among the crowd, there was a particularly eye-catching figure - the young version of Mr. Qian.

He is the core figure of this team and the commander of this operation.

Despite his young age, he has demonstrated extraordinary leadership and exceptional wisdom.

At this moment, he stood there quietly, staring intently at the huge rocket in front of him.

The rocket is nearly thirteen or fourteen meters tall and more than 1.5 meters wide, like a huge monster.

It represented the most advanced technological level at the time and was also the killer weapon of the 78th Group Army. The young version of Mr. Qian was the leader of this project.

He was fully aware of the importance of this task as well as the challenges and difficulties it faced, but he had no intention of backing down. Instead, he moved forward more firmly.

The other personnel seemed a little nervous and excited. They came from different fields. Some were scientists, some were engineers, and some were ordinary soldiers.

Although their identities are different, they all have a common goal: to complete the launch mission and let the Japanese feel the feeling of justice falling from the sky.

Faced with such a huge rocket, they were filled with awe and anticipation.

Next to the rocket, some staff were busy doing the final inspection, carefully checking every component, every cable, every screw, to make sure everything was in order.

At the same time, other staff members were busy debugging various instruments and equipment to make full preparations for the upcoming launch.

The whole scene was both serious and warm, making people feel a strong sense of mission and responsibility.

To others, this weapon might be unfamiliar, but to the young version of Mr. Qian, it is very familiar.

This weapon is called the V2 rocket and was once widely used by Nazi Germany on the European battlefield.

If you want to know its real combat effect, you can ask the British. They have a deep feeling about this weapon.

Because even now, V2 rockets still occasionally come into "close contact" with them, causing them endless pain and loss.

“5、4、3、2、1……发射！”

As the launch commander uttered the last two words.

The launch site, which was originally pitch black, was instantly illuminated, shining like a bright pearl.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, huge orange-red fireballs rose into the air, like burning dragons, roaring towards the sky.

These fireballs were like messengers of fire from hell. Wherever they went, the air was distorted.

As time went on, the fireballs gradually rose higher and became smaller, but their brightness did not decrease at all, but became even more dazzling.

At this moment, the fireball was no longer a simple flame, but seemed to have turned into a comet, dragging a long tail and flying towards the endless sky.

The orange-red tail flame drew a gorgeous arc in the night sky, as if dyeing the sky with a bright color.

It continued to extend upward, as if to set the entire sky on fire.

And those places that were originally shrouded in darkness became bright because of the existence of the tail flame.

People looked up at the sky with amazement and awe in their eyes. They witnessed this historic moment and felt the power of science and technology and the crystallization of human wisdom.

This scene reminds people of the ancient mythology where gods came to the earth and brought hope and light.

The rocket continued to rise, getting faster and faster, and finally disappeared into the vast starry sky, but the traces it left behind will remain in people's hearts forever, becoming an unforgettable memory.

At this moment, Fujiwara was sitting leisurely on a short wooden stool, with several exquisite side dishes and a plate of fresh sashimi in front of him.

The sashimi was made from mullet that a soldier had just caught in a nearby creek.

He took a sip of sake, savoring the fresh taste of the sashimi.

Although the fish slices here were not as delicious as those in his hometown, he was in a particularly good mood because he knew that tomorrow would be a critical moment to conquer Datong.

If he succeeded, he would be able to deal a fatal blow to the Chinese 78th Army. This idea made him extremely excited, as if he had seen a shining star on his shoulder.

Even if the food in front of him was not top-notch, he could still feel the sweetness and satisfaction in it, and every bite was filled with anticipation and desire for victory.

Even if there was a pile of shit in front of him and he was asked to taste it, he would think it was delicious.

For Fujiwara, the joy of this moment far exceeded the material enjoyment itself.

As long as he thinks about the goal that is about to be achieved, he feels that everything is worth it, and this anticipation is the most delicious delicacy in his heart.

Just when he was immersed in a beautiful dream and couldn't extricate himself, a noisy sound was heard outside.

This made Fujiwara very angry. These bastards didn't take a good rest at night and get enough rest to prepare for tomorrow's battle.

But he is howling like a ghost here, what on earth do he want to do! Is it because he feels that the command knife of the lieutenant general in his hand is not sharp enough, or does he feel that he, the division commander, is too old.

I can’t chop off the heads of these bastards! Just when Fujiwara was about to get up and go out to catch a few bastards to make an example of them.

His tent was blown up by someone, and a man rushed in hurriedly. When he came in, he was tripped by the rope that fixed the tent and almost fell to the ground.

Fujiwara was just about to open his mouth to scold him when he suddenly saw in the dim light that the person coming was actually his own guard captain, Major Kobayashi.

"Your Excellency, the Division Commander! Please leave immediately. It seems that there is a meteor shower falling towards us!"

After hearing what Major Kobayashi said, Fujiwara was stunned for a second, and then he could no longer suppress his anger.

"Baga! Bastard! Do you know what you are saying?" Fujiwara felt that the guy in front of him was just deceiving him.

But Major Kobayashi couldn't do anything about it. He grabbed Fujiwara and dragged him outside.

There was a loud "bang", and then Fujiwara felt that he and Kobayashi's bodies began to shake involuntarily.

The tent that had just been opened was whistling in the strong wind, and what came into view was a huge fireball rising into the sky in the northwest corner of the camp.