The three infantry platoons located at the most forward position of the third battalion are the sharp knife platoons of each company, and their continuous firepower is the best in the entire battalion.
For example, the young corporal named Tu Yunsheng who took the initiative to run to the front line was the deputy squad leader and was equipped with an MP28 submachine gun. The soldiers in his squad owned light machine guns, shell guns, semi-automatic rifles and other automatic firearms.
Even though there are less than 40 soldiers in the front line, thanks to the continuous firepower equipment, the firepower output is no less powerful than an ordinary infantry company.
Especially at such a close distance, within the range of a submachine gun or a shell gun, a single bullet would be fired in almost three seconds.
The soldiers inserted the new magazine without any concern, and then suddenly pulled the trigger to sweep out the gun.
At this time, accurate shooting is no longer so important. What is important is to shoot the bullet as quickly as possible.
The two armies are about to enter a moment when white knives enter and red knives come out. Sufficiently powerful firepower output is the best way.
The Japanese infantrymen who were running wildly under the artillery fire were unlucky, as they ran into a net of fire.
The Japanese troops at the front were shot down sixty or seventy times in one breath. The cruel reality made the Japanese troops, who were only fifty meters away from the trenches, realize that even if there were not so many Chinese, their firepower was not as ferocious as theirs.
Two infantry squadrons can be defeated by a forceful charge.
As a last resort, many Japanese soldiers chose to crawl on the ground and shoot at the Chinese soldiers lying in the trenches.
This time, it hit the weak spot of the dozens of Chinese soldiers on the front line who were under-manned.
The Japanese infantry's shooting skills were extremely superb. At such a close range, as long as they seized the opportunity, they would hit almost accurately. The previous advantage of purely relying on continuous fire suppression disappeared in an instant.
The best way to deal with this group of Japanese troops is of course to arrive with the main force from the rear. As long as there are sufficient troops on the front line, the Japanese troops dozens of meters away will ultimately lack the protection of trenches. The Chinese soldiers lying in the trenches have a complete geographical advantage. They can shoot at each other like this.
Don't kill them.
However, the current Japanese artillery fire was so fierce that it formed a wall of firepower in the rear. Although there were communication trenches, as long as one shell fell into the trench, there would be dozens of casualties.
For example, Li Jiujin, commander of the Seventh Company, was about to lead his men through the traffic ditch to support his platoon, but he was hugged tightly by his own guards.
"I am a nenliang, please let me go. I have hundreds of brothers there." Veteran Youzi beat and scolded his brother in a rare move.
"Company Commander, the first platoon is the strongest infantry platoon in our company. If they can't stop the Japs, then no one can! Also, look at the communication trenches that have been blown down in several places.
, I can't just watch you die!" The guard was also a soldier who had been with Li Jijin for many years. No matter what, he just held on to Li Jijin's waist.
"Also, you can't let your brothers die in vain. They are all sons of father and mother. It's not easy to grow up like this."
After saying this, Li Jijin became quiet.
Because what his security guard said was very reasonable.
Even though the traffic trench is only 150 meters long, those 150 meters are really likely to become a dead end.
The Japanese artillery was well prepared. Through observations during the day yesterday, they had already clearly analyzed the structure of the Chinese position.
The main position of the third battalion was about 400 meters away from the Japanese trenches. It then dug forward 150 meters through the communication trenches, and then formed three horizontal zigzag trenches. On the basis of these trenches, it continued to dig forward to form three small positions.
The entire position was like the tip of a spear, gradually showing its sharp edge towards the Japanese army. The Japanese army looked like a light on its back but was helpless.
But the Japanese army finally found a countermeasure, which was to use the long distance between the spear tip and the spear handle to block the area with artillery fire, and then use infantry to attack and break the spear tips of the third battalion.
A mountain artillery shell weighing 5 kilograms may create a crater with a diameter of less than one meter on the flat ground, but if it falls into a trench, the overflowing air waves can surge along the trench for twenty meters, destroying everything it encounters.
When an object is hit and thrown away, it is a force of thousands of kilograms. No matter how strong the human body is, its muscles and bones will be broken in front of it, making it almost fragile.
If he was just unlucky and the company commander was blown to pieces, dozens of infantry soldiers advancing along the communication trenches would be killed.
"Order the entire company's heavy machine guns and mortars to support me in the front!" Li Jijin, who calmed down, had an iron face. "In addition, tell the second platoon to prepare them all for me. As long as an emergency flare is fired from the front, even if it is a barrage,
Even if it’s a dead end, I have to take them there!”
"Yes, company commander!" The anxious guard replied holding the veteran Youzi's waist.
"What a fool, let me go quickly." Li Jijin glared sideways at the guard who had not yet recovered. "You are so good, you were not afraid of death in Sihang Warehouse, but now the size of the army is huge.
There are too many people, but I am afraid of losing the ball. After this war, I will be the squad leader of the first platoon!"
"Yes!" When the guard heard what Li Jijin said, he was not surprised but overjoyed.
His military rank has long been promoted to sergeant. According to common sense, he has long been the squad leader. If he has achieved military exploits on the front line, it will only be a matter of time before he is promoted to second lieutenant. But Li Jijin has always thought that he, a fellow countryman, is still young.
He was young, so he kept him by his side after he became the company commander. Unexpectedly, after this trouble, he was willing to let him go.
"Damn it, you don't want to stay with me so much!" Veteran Youzi couldn't help but feel resentful when he saw the expression of his guard, and then more worry appeared in his eyes. "I hope the platoon can withstand this.
Wave!”
As the company commander, Li Jijin knew very well that this was a last-ditch effort by the Japanese army to fight against a trapped beast. Success would only mean destroying the forward position. They would not stay for long, and for the third battalion, even if they lost it
The forward position is nothing more than a small setback for the overall situation, and it is nothing more than delaying the time of the general attack.
After all, the Japanese cannot escape the fate of final destruction.
But there was one of the most elite infantry platoons under his command there. If he failed to resist and let the Japanese troops enter the trenches, he would be most worried about excessive battle losses.
But in the current situation, if the guys in the artillery battalion don't form a decent counterattack against the Japanese artillery, it will be difficult for the front line to get effective support for at least 10 minutes, unless they are willing to pay more casualties.
On the battlefield of the seventh company and one platoon, which was completely shrouded in gunpowder smoke, soldiers kept crawling out of the artillery holes, risking being killed by artillery shells and entering the front line.
In the trenches, there are everywhere the remains of soldiers who were wounded and soldiers who died when they were shot by the Japanese army!
The three mortars belonging to the 7th Company's cannon platoon were firing at full strength, but they still could not exert much pressure on the stubborn Japanese troops scattered on the vast battlefield, even though at least more than 50 Japanese soldiers were lying down in front of a row of trenches in the 7th Company.
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For the more than 160 Japanese troops who came to attack a platoon, this was already nearly one-third of the strength.
"You bitch, come on! Come on!" The young corporal with blood-red eyes had put his submachine gun aside and was holding a semi-automatic rifle from the remains of a fallen soldier beside him.
The few remaining bullets in the gun gave him the upper hand in a shootout with a Japanese infantryman who was lying on the ground. The enemy's bullets grazed his ears and temples, but he pulled the trigger three times in a row.
, two shots hit the ground, and one shot hit his helmet.
At such a close distance, the 90-type steel helmet might be able to block the shell fragments, but it could not stop the bullets from penetrating. The khaki figure's head drooped in the smoke.
The young corporal who avenged his brother was not happy at all. In just a few minutes, at least four people around him had been killed, three recruits and one veteran.
Among them was a new recruit, a 17-year-old boy who had just been added to his infantry squad for less than half a month.
He still remembered the young man with the green fur on his mouth who looked at him walking in and quickly stood up to give a military salute.
He asked the young man why he chose to be a soldier. The young man lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, but he, the deputy squad leader, was still very keen to see that the moment he lowered his head, there were tears in the young man's eyes.
He was already an orphan. When the Japanese army captured Licheng more than two months ago, a shell fell on the roof of his house. Most of the seven members of the family died on the spot. They were lucky enough to hide in another room with him.
The surviving grandparents could not bear the huge pain and passed away within a month.
The war made this 17-year-old boy taste the most extreme loneliness in the world.
Therefore, when the Four Lines Group entered Li City and transferred the people, this young man who was desperate and relied on the help of his neighbors to survive chose to join the Four Lines Group, not because there was food and clothing here, but because he could take revenge.
The recruiting platoon leader of the Fourth Army Regiment could not refuse this young man. Because of his age, the battalion headquarters asked him to become a signal corpsman. He refused and chose to join the front-line army.
However, when the battle just started, he still killed one Japanese invader, far from his desire to kill 6 Japanese invaders to avenge his family, and he died.
Although he had lowered his head as much as possible in strict accordance with the training, the Japanese infantry's precise bullets still penetrated his helmet.
How can the young corporal not go crazy when he sees his young life disappearing without his wish being fulfilled?
"Brother, look, what can I do for you?" A hand slapped the young corporal hard on the back.
Putting away his gun and retreating into the trench, the young corporal turned back angrily, only to see the middle-aged uncle with blood mixed with gunpowder smoke and mud on his face.
"I don't need breakfast here now, hurry up and get to the back." The young corporal yelled at Boss Cao with an angry look on his face.
"What, what did you say? I can't hear you?" Boss Cao felt as if there were thousands of bees stuffed into his ears. Although the expression on his face showed that the young corporal was angry, he had no idea what the other party was saying.
Boss Cao didn't know if he was possessed by a ghost. He hugged the machine gun shooter who was about the same age as his brother but had not yet drank a mouthful of broth and cried for a while. He watched many soldiers bending down and rushing past him to rush forward.
, he also followed behind him unexpectedly.
Since he did not have a gun, on the way forward, he took off a grenade from a soldier who might have been killed by shrapnel and took it with him.
Boss Cao couldn't explain the matter of ghost possession. He only knew that there was a breath in his chest, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
It seemed that if he didn't participate in this battle, the face of the young man who could no longer swallow a mouthful of soup would keep reappearing in his mind, over and over again.
"Brother, I will help you fight the Japanese. You can go in peace!" Boss Cao could only keep repeating this sentence in his heart.
Then, Boss Cao, who arrived at the front line trench in a daze, saw the young corporal he had said a few words to on this battlefield.
What he didn't expect was that the other party didn't seem to welcome his arrival.
"Fuck you, uncle!" the young corporal could only curse helplessly.
He knew that this was a common phenomenon encountered by soldiers who went to the battlefield for the first time. They were not mentally prepared and the loud noises caused temporary deafness in their ears.
Just as he pointed his hand into the distance to signal the cook to get out of here and not delay him from killing the enemy, his eyes suddenly stopped on several bloody grenades stuck in Boss Cao's waist, and his eyes were in a trance.
If he remembered correctly, when the cook came carrying the bag, he didn't bring any weapons in order to lighten the load.
It was obvious that these bloody grenades were taken from wounded or dead soldiers.
What this means is that he is here to help fight.
"Don't you throw the grenade far? Throw the grenade for me, aim at the lying Japs, and blow them up." The young corporal said while gesticulating.
Most of the Japanese infantry are still fifty or sixty meters away. Although the trench is nearly 2 meters deep, it is not wide enough to allow people to run. Therefore, there are really only a few dozen people here who can throw it out just by standing tall.
Can throw a grenade that far.
"Okay, look at me!" Boss Cao, who was lying behind a shooting hole formed by piles of sandbags, looked into the distance, estimated the distance, and nodded fiercely.
According to the fingers of the young corporal, Boss Cao saw his target. He was a Japanese veteran. His marksmanship was very vicious. He had already killed and injured three people in a row. He was also very good at hiding. Several people had just shot at him, but he was still using his skillful shots.
The roll was avoided.
Although Boss Cao has not fired a few live ammunition, mostly training ammunition, the steps are deeply imprinted in his mind.
Screw the cap, pull the thread, use your waist and abdomen and arms to throw outward!
All steps are meticulous.
However, the first grenade may have been too narrow and the terrain was different from usual training. Or maybe it was his first time participating in actual combat. Boss Cao was nervous and only threw it more than 40 meters away from the "shit yellow" he was aiming at.
There are still ten meters to go.
Seeing that the Chinese were trying to blow him up with grenades, the Japanese veteran rolled several times and fell into a small pit. Moreover, he did not forget to attack. He crawled and fired several times. A row of soldiers were shot in the shoulder.
A blood flower.
However, a shooting hole the size of a bowl was actually used by a Japanese veteran to seize the opportunity and hit it with one strike. If such a guy were alive, he would be a great threat to the first platoon.
"Uncle, can you do it?" The young corporal was a little discouraged.
Boss Cao was not affected by his mistakes at all. This was completely different in the training ground and on the battlefield. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood reminded him that he could lose his life at any time here. When throwing grenades, he would naturally be attacked.
cause impact.
However, the only advantage was that he could hardly hear any noise, which was much stronger than the deafening chants and cheers on the training ground.
Moreover, his first grenade was mainly to regain the touch, just like when he used stones to throw birds in the mountains.
No one would know that he could not only throw it far, but also hit it accurately. This was all forced by life. Without a gun, he could kill a pheasant with a stone at a distance of 20 meters.
However, Boss Cao has never exposed this unique skill. This is mainly due to the teachings of his old father who has died of illness. If you want to survive in such troubled times, you must have a skill.
But at this time, if the Japanese were not killed, the Japanese would have to kill themselves. Boss Cao could not and did not dare to hide his secrets.
So, the second grenade was thrown out by Boss Cao without hesitation, 55 meters away, which was about six or seven meters away from the small pit where the Japanese veteran was hiding.
"It's almost there. Uncle, come again." The young corporal's eyes lit up.
One said, the other voted, the two Chinese soldiers were full of hope.
But for the Japanese veteran, this was extremely painful psychological torture.
From the moment the first grenade exploded more than ten meters away from him, the Japanese veteran knew that he was being targeted by the Chinese bombardier.
Because the distance is too close, it is difficult for the grenade to maintain accuracy. Only grenades can cause him insurmountable damage.
If the first grenade seemed like a joke, the second grenade exploded half a meter away from the ground and caused shrapnel to hit the soil in front of the small pit where he was, which really sent chills down the spine.
If it is closer than two meters, he can be effectively killed.
But what can he do? Escape from this small hole? Will the Chinese riflemen hidden in the trenches let him go?
Attack? Even more impossible!
When a Chinese drops bombs in a trench, what else can he see besides the fleeting raised arms? Even if his marksmanship is superb, he can still hit the hand that stays in sight for no more than half a second.
Woolen cloth?
If you can't attack or escape, you can only passively be beaten.
So, in the desperate eyes of this Japanese veteran, the third grenade struck again three seconds later.
This time, Boss Cao deliberately held the grenade in his hand and paused for two seconds before throwing it out. That was what the instructor told him. The grenade has a delay of 6 seconds. If you throw it far enough, it will fly in the air for about 4 seconds and explode in the air.
The grenade will form a 360-degree barrage in the surrounding area. As long as you throw it accurately enough, no matter how low you lie down, you will be shot into a sieve by shrapnel.
So, just 3 meters away from where the Japanese veteran was crawling, the grenade exploded into a cloud of smoke about one meter in the air.
The miserable howls of the Japanese veterans seemed to reach the trenches from a distance of 60 meters.
"Damn it, uncle, you're awesome, come again!" The young corporal's eyes widened.
Boss Cao, who is getting more and more successful with his shots, is almost perfect in the middle and later stages. Killing an enemy with a grenade is no myth.
You must know that the Japanese army at this time is not in a group for you to kill. The distance between individual soldiers is at least 10 meters. The 82 mortar shells are lethal enough! There is no guarantee that one shell can kill them.
A Japanese invader.
But Boss Cao achieved this effect at a distance of 70 meters. According to statistics after the war, he even killed a Japanese second lieutenant at a distance of 75 meters.
In three minutes, Boss Cao threw up to 30 grenades, killing 24 enemies. Two soldiers specially handed grenades to him.
After the war, he was nicknamed "The Human Grenadier of the Cooking Squad!"
Boss Cao, become famous in one battle!
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