In fact, despite the fact that one machine gunner has died on Highland 209.1, the deputy shooter has been injured, and a rifleman has been shot, only 12 soldiers can still fight!
However, the three semi-automatic rifles and two MP28 submachine guns are still there, plus the Czech light machine gun re-set up by the deputy shooter, and they can still maintain strong enough continuous firepower!
Moreover, bulletproof sandbags were carefully set up at each battle position. Unless the soldiers of the 4th Squadron raised their bodies too high, it would be difficult for the Japanese army to shoot at an angle to accurately hit them, especially the average quality of the soldiers of the 21st Division and the individual quality of the standing division.
The pawns are not on a level basis at all.
More than 100 Japanese soldiers were suppressed with all their strength, including a death squad with more than 30 people left.
During the battle, which lasted for more than 20 minutes, they tried to stand up and shout "onboard" and charge onboard.
However, two German-made submachine guns deployed on the high ground, one on the left and one on the right, swept through fifty rounds of bullets in a matter of seconds, knocking down several Japanese infantrymen to the ground.
Okay, you continue to fire fiercely, then I will slowly lie down, lie down to a distance of fifty or sixty meters before charging, let's see what you can do to stop us, the members of the Japanese army's desperate squad have not shown their tenacity.
But what I never expected was that there was a ‘mortar’ hidden on this small piece of high ground!
Really, if it’s not a mortar, who can throw a grenade to such a long distance?
After seeing the Japanese forward approaching a distance of about 80 meters, Boss Cao put away his rifle and came to his own fighting position!
It is the widest circular area in the entire trench. In front of it are tall trenches and sandbags, blocking possible bullet firing angles. On the side is an observation position with steps, which allows Boss Cao to observe the position of the Japanese infantry in an emergency.
Others can also describe the approximate distance and area of the Japanese infantry.
The entire area covers an area of 8 square meters, giving Boss Cao a certain running distance and space to stand completely.
Under such circumstances, Boss Cao's longest throwing distance can even reach more than 90 meters, which can be called a humanoid 'mortar'!
This is actually one of the reasons why the second lieutenant of the Sharp Knife Platoon placed one of the 4th squad on the 209.1 Highland.
Except for Boss Cao, a weird grenadier, no one can achieve a grenade attack distance of 90 meters!
Therefore, the grenade with a delay of up to six seconds basically exploded in the air after crossing a space of 80 meters. The 360-degree splash of shrapnel without blind spots was a nightmare for the Japanese death squad at this time!
There is even an illusion that the more determined you are in advancing, the faster you will die!
Several times in a row, there were only 33 people left in the death squad that originally numbered 55 people. 22 of them were either hit by 9mm pistol bullets from German submachine guns or were injured by fragments of long-handled grenades.
The effective range of the MP28 submachine gun is only 150 meters. To be honest, it is not the best choice in long-distance field battles between the enemy and ourselves. However, its firepower is fierce and the large-caliber round bullets it is equipped with are extremely powerful. Once it hits the opponent, it will destroy it.
The opponent loses the ability to fight.
But on such a battlefield, losing combat effectiveness almost means death. Only a limited number of Japanese soldiers in the desperate squad were dragged down from the forefront by medical soldiers, and most of them were still lying on the hillside.
Their only hope for survival is that their colleagues can conquer this high ground.
But the current situation is obviously very desperate. The Chinese's close combat firepower is so fierce that they mistakenly think they are on the wrong battlefield.
Here and there are the Chinese troops with poor firepower reported in domestic newspapers. Could it be those damn Westerners joining the war?
Compared with the desperate wounded soldiers, the Japanese infantry who were still lying in the mountains and behind the vegetation also faced a choice.
If you retreat, you may live or die, but if you move forward, you will undoubtedly die.
Faced with the choice between continuing to breathe and dedicating his life to the faith of the empire, the Japanese troops on the hillside were already ready to move.
Of course it is not an advance, but a retreat.
The two infantry squad captains who were still alive both asked the captain commander, who was also making a difficult decision, to retreat.
At this point in the battle, the Chinese had only dispatched a single 'mortar', which had already caused nearly half of the death squad casualties. The two follow-up infantry squads had suffered more than 10 casualties. Failure was doomed, and there was no point in persisting.
It means that it is only a fool to use the lives of imperial warriors to add golden glory to the Chinese military medals.
In order to survive, the Japanese can also find reasons to be tall. Although they are usually staggeringly rigid, in critical moments, their minds are also very flexible. This should be the so-called wisdom out of urgency.
The Japanese army commander Zuo Zuo, who was 800 meters away, looked ashen!
After deciding to use this small highland as the breakthrough point for the entire front, Yokoyama Sawa, the infantry captain, personally took on the 'important responsibility' of the frontline commander!
The captain Shaozuo who was in charge of the operations on this highland was directly sent to several other highlands 500 meters away to direct operations.
Here, in addition to an infantry squadron, there is also a strengthened infantry squadron directly under the 62nd Infantry Regiment Headquarters, which is the Regiment Flag Guard. If an infantry artillery squad and two heavy machine gun squads are added, the remaining
The total strength is actually as high as 600 people, accounting for almost one-seventh of the total strength of the 62nd Infantry Regiment.
After three consecutive rounds of attacks and fire tests, the Chinese on the highlands only had one infantry platoon at most. The strength ratio was 12 to 1, and he, the captain of the Great Left Alliance, was personally in charge. If they could not be captured in this way, and if they were still spread, then
His reputation as the second eldest son of the Hengshan family may not be stable!
In this battle, there is only success, there is no second way.
A trace of greenness flashed across Yokoyama Sawa's face, and the venom in his eyes made the staff officer of the wing headquarters on the side feel cold all over. The feeling seemed to be back to when Yokoyama Sawa smiled and patted his little buttocks gently.
"Order, prepare 4 mountain guns and 2 90mm mortars from the artillery squadron directly under the wing. The target area, the main position on the top of the Chinese No. 0 Highland, will be fully covered by artillery fire in ten minutes." Yokoyama Zedaizuo's order, let Shao Zuo
The staff officer's whole body felt cold.
He even felt that there was something wrong with his ears. It would have been crazy to let a direct-aimed gun like the 92 Infantry Cannon fire more than 100 meters from the Chinese position when his own infantry attacked.
But no one expected that the commander of the regiment would actually order the 75th mountain gun to fire.
"Your Excellency, Captain..." Staff Officer Shao Zuo boldly wanted to remind him.
However, Yokoyama Sawa suddenly turned around, with a sinister look on his face, and choked all the words he was saying, "Notify Captain Okamoto in front of you to take cover. When the bombardment slows down, the entire army will attack immediately.
Occupy the Chinese position. The honor of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 62nd Infantry Regiment is entrusted to him."
"At the same time, please be sure to convey my request to the artillery squadron. This artillery attack is related to the lives of more than 100 imperial warriors in our 1st Infantry Group, and is related to the glory of the entire regiment. Please make sure they hit the target accurately. Please."
After issuing two military orders in succession, Hengshan Ze's face softened and he gave a very emotional instruction.
"Hi!" Staff officer Shao Zuo could only lower his head to accept the military order, turned around and left quickly.
Yokoyama Ze watched the back of Shao Zuo's staff officer go away, picked up the telescope again and stared into the distance, the expression on his face was like steel poured into iron without any emotional changes.
As a curved cannon, the impact point of mountain cannons is much more difficult to control than that of direct-aimed cannons. The squadron leader was already frightened by the use of infantry cannons to cover infantry attacks that were very close to the target, let alone mountain cannons.
No matter how skilled the artilleryman is, there is no guarantee that the mountain artillery can accurately fire this kind of gun with range strike as the core of tactics without accidentally injuring our own infantry more than 100 meters away, let alone struggling 100 meters in front of the independent 4th squadron position.
The fight to the death team.
As long as the four mountain cannons start bombarding, there is a 95% chance that the remaining thirty people will become cannon fodder.
But as the leader of the 62nd Infantry Regiment, no one dares to refuse to accept orders from Yokoyama Sawa.
The four mountain guns of the artillery squadron began to adjust their muzzles based on the data sent back by the artillery observers in front of them in an effort to send the shells to the top of the mountain more accurately without sending their own infantry into the sky. At the same time, the signal corps used semaphores to send the Japanese army to the left.
The order was passed to Captain Tsunehou Okamoto, the Japanese frontline commander who was still hesitating whether to retreat or not.
When he saw the semaphore, Okamoto Tsunehou was just complaining in his heart, complaining that his superiors did not care about the lives of the imperial infantry and blindly attacked without enough artillery fire to deal a fierce blow to the Chinese on the mountain top.
It will only cause the infantry to be lost in vain.
"Attack NMP!" This should be what Captain Okamoto Tsunehou wants to say most at this time.
But soon, as the flag language continued to convey news from the headquarters, the Japanese Army Captain's little face, which had been stained by gunpowder smoke and dust, miraculously turned white, just like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.
He is really too superficial!
Hengshanze's military order was not only cold-blooded, but also cruel. The artillery was about to fire while they were still on the position?
Okamoto Tsunehou knew very well that if he dared to disobey military orders, based on Yokoyama Sawa's character, he would definitely be ordered to have a caesarean section, and he would have no time to retreat at this time. Those stupid artillerymen who would strictly enforce Shangguan's military orders should
Also adjust the muzzle!
Hopefully, they will be more accurate.
The pale-faced Japanese infantry captain gave the order for the entire army to hide.
But in fact, his military orders were no longer that important. In order to avoid the blazing Chinese bullets, the remaining 100 Japanese infantrymen on the hillside were well hidden.
With a "boom" sound, a cannonball exploded about 400 meters away from the high ground.
"Baga, Artillery Malu!" Captain Okamoto, who was hiding behind a rock, tried his best to form a ball while cursing his artillerymen!
What kind of accuracy is this Te Liang doing? Is he trying to kill his own people first and then go after the Chinese?
"Adjust the shooting angle, target..." The Japanese artillery observer 800 meters away was also sweating and shouting into the phone!
"Hugh~~~" The terrible sound of grenades piercing the sky came from far to near.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several grenades exploded behind the position.
The sharp knife platoon leader on the high ground on one side who was aiming his sights at high ground 209.1 suddenly shrank.
"Everyone, take cover, Japanese artillery attack." Tu Yunsheng on the position roared desperately without waiting for the second lieutenant's order.
In fact, there was no need for the sergeant squad leader to remind them. At least two-thirds of the veterans on the position accounted for it. The moment they heard the artillery shells streaking across the sky, they hurriedly grabbed their guns and crawled into the nearest artillery hole.
The new recruits were reminded both during training and before the war that if they learn everything from the veterans, they have a 50% chance of surviving.
Only those who have experienced a war and survived in the end are qualified to be called veterans.
Of course, this was just a test firing. Everyone knew that as the Japanese observers reported the effects of the shelling to the artillery in the rear, the real shelling would come soon.
Sure enough, while the officers and soldiers on the position were still drilling into the artillery holes, the Japanese mountain artillery opened fire again. After two rounds of test firing, some artillery shells finally fell on the position.
Four 6.5-kilogram projectiles exploded, the ground shook, and terrifying air waves swept up hundreds of square meters of dust.
The faces of the recruits who had never really been in the baptism of artillery fire were pale. This is still the power of the 75mm mountain gun. If it were replaced by a 105mm howitzer, what kind of terrible situation would it be?
On the other hand, the veterans were much more relaxed, like a corporal who even leisurely lit a cigarette in the shell-proof cave with a log roof.
In his words, if the Japs' cannonballs can't be blocked here, then there will be no safe place in the position. Damn it, the ball can only be pointed upward. Are you afraid that it will be useless?
As time goes by, more and more artillery shells fall on the position. The four Type 41 mountain guns with a rate of fire of 10 rounds per minute are undoubtedly terrifying when firing at full speed. They can drop more than 30 artillery shells in one minute.
To this position with a radius of only 3,000 square meters.
Ten minutes, excluding the time for the barrel to cool down, is enough to throw more than 150 artillery shells. Grenades with a killing radius of 10 meters can plow this position back and forth four or five times.
However, compared to the 4 squadrons of officers and soldiers who had bomb-proof holes to hide in, the faces of the Japanese army's desperate squad located a hundred meters below the position were really ashen.
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The moment when the first grenade that pierced the sky overhead exploded at the position belonging to the Chinese position.
This group of so-called most determined Imperial Japanese soldiers knew that they had been abandoned, abandoned by Shangguan in cold blood.
As the barrage slowly drew closer, one grenade after another hit the Chinese position just a few feet away from them, causing smoke and fire to fill the sky.
They were supposed to be full of happiness, but they became increasingly cold.
Because, it won't take too long for them at the front of the position to become part of the fire.
Not because of the Chinese mortars, but because of our own mountain artillery, the extremely familiar Type 41 mountain artillery. That power is really not small!
At this moment, they finally understood the Chinese soldiers who had struggled under the fire of the Type 41 mountain artillery.
He was so desperate that he almost forgot to breathe.
However, they still did not break up. Even though their faces were ashen and their whole bodies were shaking, they still only turned their attention to Ushio Jiro Souchang, who took over the command of the decisive team after the death of the squad leader.
Strict military discipline prevented these Japanese soldiers, who knew they would die, from retreating until they received an order to retreat.
Now, the only one who might be able to save them is the veteran Commander Cao. If he says to retreat, those guys who are still able to run and jump with their limbs intact may have a chance of survival!
Unexpectedly, the farmer's boy, who was only about 1.5 meters tall but extremely stocky, not only did not call for retreat, but stood up on his own initiative. His eyes burst out with a frightening light, and the oily shine on his face was even more life-threatening.
Ji, waving the pitifully short samurai sword he got from the second lieutenant squad leader, shouted crazily: "Warriors, the time has come to be loyal to the empire. Follow me, rush forward and kill the Chinese."
"Worri, you uncle!" Almost all the Japanese infantrymen in the desperate squad wanted to use these words to respond to Dashaque, who must have had a severe squeeze on his forehead when he was born.
They have a white belt tied on their chests to represent bravery, but the white belt does not necessarily mean that they can withstand the turbulent flow of bullets. They will still be shot!
Since you are so brave, then rush into the barrage and give me a look to see if you are made of steel!
The lonely genie in Aladdin's lamp must have heard the wishes of this dying Japanese army.
Their wishes were quickly fulfilled.
Before he could run twenty meters, a shell roared towards him. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes of the desperate team, it hit the poor Japanese Army Commander no more than five meters away. There was a loud "boom".
A cloud of black smoke.
The thick and powerful thighs and calves trained by chopping firewood in the mountains were unable to compete with the huge energy produced by his own sharp firearms. The surging air waves lifted the tall body of the Japanese army commander "Xiao Xiao" who had just broken through the lower class.
It was thrown up, then fell down with dancing movements, and hit the ground heavily, making no sound anymore.
The second squad leader of the desperate squad who had just issued a shocking declaration that deafened the empire was dead. He was killed by the 75th mountain artillery shell of his own infantry regiment.
But he was not lonely. The shell took away more than just him. Unfortunately, at least two Japanese soldiers were within the killing radius of the shell. Without trenches, they could only look like abandoned cloth under the huge power of the grenade.
The doll was either swept up by the air waves, or exploded into a pile of fragments by flying shrapnel and stone fragments.
The rocks accelerated by the explosive energy of the shells and explosives were even more terrifying than the bullets at that moment. Even if they penetrated several people in a row, they could still hit the ground deeply.
At this moment, the desperate team no longer had to worry about whether to escape or attack. The shells came one after another, some landed on the position, and some landed in front of the position, completely turning the position and the front into
Purgatory.
The forty or so Japanese infantrymen who were exposed on the ground as close as a hundred meters in front of the position were blown to pieces.
Regardless of whether they were dead, injured and hiding for help, or lucky enough to survive the hail of bullets, all were destroyed.
A reorganized small group of Japanese troops disappeared in the sequence of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 62nd Infantry Regiment.
This chapter has been completed!