About four o'clock in the afternoon!
Li Shoushan, who had continued to attack to no avail, finally showed his ferocious face. Regardless of the wounded soldiers in front of the position, he mobilized four Type 41 mountain cannons and a total of 12 92 infantry cannons to conduct a saturation bombardment on the left flank position.
For 40 minutes, the ferocious artillery fire lifted off the dense branches and leaves covering the position, and several front-line trenches were destroyed.
Under such intensity of artillery fire, not to mention the wounded and corpses who were only tens of meters away from the front-line trenches were blown into pieces and their limbs were scattered all over the sky. Even if there were people inside the trenches, the casualties would be heavy.
Fortunately, before Tang Dao left, he had ordered everyone to withdraw from the trenches and hide on the other side of the ridge, leaving only the heavy machine gun shooters in the heavy machine gun fortifications and a few observation posts.
That was also the first time that the front-line trenches were completely exposed to the sight of the Jingan Army infantry. The trenches dug along the mountain stretched for nearly a kilometer. If you want to cross this mountain ridge to attack the main position of Jiepai Village, you must first occupy this trench.
The trench looks like it has been damaged by artillery bombardment.
Otherwise, they will have to continue taking a detour.
Mountains in the distance that are much steeper than here may be possible for small groups of troops to climb over, but small groups of troops armed with only rifles and other light weapons were used as balls in the past, but they were only for the Chinese army equipped with machine guns and mortars.
Deliver food.
The Jing'an Army once again organized three infantry companies with more than 400 people to approach the front line of the trenches that was clearly visible.
This time, the frontline commander of the Jing'an Army obviously received a death order and had to conquer the enemy's position with all his strength. The artillery fire had not completely stopped, but gradually became sparse. More than 400 infantrymen began to charge with great strides from 200 meters away.
Two heavy machine guns hidden in the bunker fortifications behind the front line trenches began to roar.
That was the signal to notify the infantrymen hiding behind the ridge.
"Brothers, the Japs are coming up, follow me!" Li Jijin waved his hand without hesitation.
Three infantry platoons resolutely entered the battlefield from various parts of the ridge, braving the artillery fire of the Jingan Army, jumped into the second-line trenches, and then entered the first-line trenches through the traffic trenches.
Amidst the flying artillery fire, at least five or six soldiers were hit by shrapnel and fell into a pool of blood before they could jump into the trench. However, no one helped them. Everyone knew that they did not have time.
Two heavy machine guns may be able to suppress the attacking Jingan Army infantry to a certain extent, but the battle line is too long. Just two heavy machine guns with a rate of fire of less than 500 rounds per minute are enough to suppress the Jingan Army infantry on a kilometer width.
Completely suppress it, it's just a dream.
"Brothers, come with me to carry the wounded!" The second lieutenant of the Sichuan Army watched helplessly as the soldiers of the Second Company advanced under the artillery fire, and then fell down under the artillery fire. His eyes turned red involuntarily.
Under such intensity of artillery fire, sending a large number of soldiers into the battlefield was like suicide, so the entire Sichuan Army Camp was used by Li Jijin as a second-line unit. Once the front-line war was urgent, the Sichuan Army Camp had to go into battle.
But watching the soldiers of the Second Company rush into the artillery fire without hesitation, they were pressed for time and did not even care about the wounded. Those who were a bit bloody could not just watch the wounded struggle in a pool of blood, or even die in the next round of artillery fire.
The sweet potatoes were the first to roll down along the ridge.
The fifteen-year-old boy soldier was actually still scared. He watched the rising fireball blowing up the rocks into pieces. Hiding behind the ridge, he could feel the heat wave coming over him and his face was burning. He could feel his heart almost being crushed even when he was lying on the ground.
The trembling earth was shaken, and he was extremely frightened.
Just like an infantry platoon staying in a wide position before, looking at the enemies rushing up in darkness, Di Gua was extremely afraid of death.
But why aren't those older brothers and uncles afraid? After a military order, their dark and dirty faces were firm and calm. They just tightened their armed belts, checked whether the grenades were tightly inserted and whether the belts were loose, and turned around.
Follow your commanders and brothers and rush into the artillery fire that may tear them to pieces at any time.
Didn’t they have parents? Didn’t they have wives and children? All questions turned blank in the minds of the young Sichuan soldiers the moment they rushed into the artillery fire resolutely.
He could only lie down on the ridge and watch them jump, watch them roll, watch them fall and get up, and those few who could never get up again.
Following the roar of the platoon leader beside him, Sweet Potato jumped out from the ridge. It was almost subconsciously. The thought of helping those elder brothers or uncles up and dragging them back to safety was overwhelming at that moment.
fear.:.
Rolling and crawling, the military cap with the cap badge disappeared in the air waves. It was the first hat in Digua's life. He usually cherished it very much, but now he couldn't care less about it.
His body and face were scratched with blood from gravel and bushes, but it didn't hurt that much at this time. On the contrary, Digua was filled with joy because he was finally close to a strong brother.
The elder brother, who was wearing a dark blue military uniform and a steel helmet, was lying on the hillside. There wasn't much blood on his body, but his face was a little white, and even the black smoke couldn't suppress it.
"Big pot, big pot, if it hurts, let me wrap it up for you." Digua quickly crawled to the injured soldier and said repeatedly.
The wounded soldier's eyes were half open, and he must have fallen into a semi-fainting state. He did not respond to Digua for a long time, until Digua kept searching for wounds on his body extremely anxiously, maybe because it hurt him. He woke up from the coma, and his eyes were in focus.
It took a long time to see clearly the small Sichuan soldier who was sweating profusely in front of him, and he groaned in pain.
"Big Guo, it's great that you're awake. You told me where you were injured. I'll bandage it for you. My platoon leader will immediately bring the brothers down to carry you back. Don't worry." Digua was ecstatic and approached the injured person.
Bing comforted loudly.
Gu/span> "Thank you, little brother!" Feeling the care of the small Sichuan army, the wounded soldier felt warm in his heart and struggled to express his thanks in a low voice. "But, there is no need to go to so much trouble."
"No trouble, no trouble! We are all brothers, you don't have to be so polite." Digua shook his head repeatedly. "Don't worry, you don't have any wounds on your body. You should have been hit by the dog's air. You will be fine soon."
"It's not possible, a guy was bitten by a shell!" Facing the young Sichuan soldier's comfort, the wounded soldier twitched his cheeks and smiled bitterly, trying his best to open his arms.
An extremely hideous wound was exposed in front of Sweet Potato.
What a horrific wound it was. The ribs torn by shrapnel could fit into the entire palm of your hand. From the perspective of the sweet potato, you could even vaguely see the slightly undulating internal organs in the wound.
That is at least the amount of damage that can be caused by a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm.
The reason why Di Gua didn't see blood before was because a huge amount of blood flowed out and then penetrated into the ground. The wounded soldier subconsciously protected himself and used his arms to cover this huge and ferocious and fatal wound.
He can't survive. Even if Di Gua is a newcomer to the battlefield, he knows that it is impossible to survive with such an injury.
Tears welled up in Sweet Potato's eyes instantly.
"Don't cry!" The wounded soldier looked at the young Sichuan Army with two lines of tears gushing out. He shook his head with difficulty and looked at his chest, "Take it out for me!"
With tears running down his face, Digua carefully took out a photo from the wounded soldier's pocket.
It was an image of a handsome young soldier wearing a second lieutenant's uniform and a steel helmet, standing tall and holding a submachine gun. Behind him was a window, and some vague buildings could still be seen vaguely.
"This is a photo taken by a reporter from Tantai. If possible, please ask the superiors to send it home for me. My parents most hope that I will succeed. If you show them this photo, they will be very happy!" the wounded soldier murmured.
Said to himself. "Little brother, I leave my gun to you to kill the Japanese!"
"I don't want your gun, I don't want it!" Digua burst into tears and shook his head desperately.
The wounded soldier's gun fell two meters away. It was a nearly new medium-grade rifle. At most, I had only seen a good gun made in Hanyang that I had never seen before. Who would have said that he would be given such a rifle before?
He could sleep with this gun every day and be so happy that he would wake up laughing even in his dreams.
But Di Gua doesn't want it at all now. He just wants this wounded soldier whom he has only seen once to be alive.
But, I can’t live!
The wounded soldier's face became paler and paler, and before the second lieutenant platoon leader crawled over with a few people and a stretcher, he was already silent.
When the greatest wish in the heart is realized, the tenacious vitality will eventually wither in the face of fatal wounds.
Meng Qianqiu, a sergeant of the Independence Battalion, died!
After the Battle of Guangde, the 43rd Army specially promoted Meng Qianqiu to the rank of second lieutenant. His military position finally matched the uniform he borrowed from his superior in the photo.
His mother received the photo of her son two years later and kept it on her chest every day. She died of illness a few months later.
As a mother, what you want is not for your son to get ahead, but for everything to be in good health.
It's a pity that my son hasn't lived long enough to understand his parents, so he doesn't understand.
Even if they have never been parents, they cannot understand the pain parents feel after losing a child.
The pain is so deep that it would be better to die than myself...
Digua has the best gun in his infantry platoon.
The blood stains on the gun were stained with blood, but Digua cherished the gun very much but never wiped it off throughout his life.
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