On the battlefield, four Type 94 tanks led by an 89 tank and two anti-tank guns shrouded in thick smoke were shooting at each other.
But no one expected that the protagonist of the battlefield would change hands before the two could completely decide the winner.
That's because, facing the sudden extra piece of meat from the poor people across the street, Nobita Nobita Shaozuo made his own efforts.
As a front-line commander, he simply did not ask for instructions from Goto Daizuo in the rear, but directly ordered two infantry artillery squads to fire on the Chinese position.
Nobita Nobita and Shaozuo were now burned out of their brains by anger, but that didn't mean that the two artillery squad captains were also crazy.
If we win after the war, it will be easy to say that victory can cover up all the ugliness. But if we fail in this critical battle and the four infantry cannons commanded by them blow up their own men, then the two artillery lieutenants will definitely be unlucky.
Not only the remaining infantry commanders on the front line will cause trouble for him, but I am afraid that he will also have to face a military court.
After all, the order given by Nobi Shaozuo to them was to bombard the Chinese positions, not their own. The infantrymen rushing at the front were only 100 meters away from the nearest area to the Chinese positions.
Damn it, a cannon is not a gun. It hits wherever you point it. There is a slight error in the angle of the muzzle. The actual shelling is hundreds of meters or even hundreds of meters away. This is still an infantry gun that can be used as a direct-aiming gun. It can be replaced by a mountain gun.
This type of cannon has an astonishing error.
Of course, even Nobita Nobita, who had no brains, had no intention of using the four Type 41 mountain cannons at the rear before the fight was over. In fact, even if he wanted to, the artillery captain probably wouldn't.
Will agree.
If you don't dare to disobey military orders and don't want to be blamed after the war, you can only work hard to improve the hit rate. If you want to improve the hit rate of the infantry cannon that can be used as both a direct-fire cannon and a curved-fire cannon, you can only continue to increase the hit rate.
Close range.
Therefore, the two artillery second lieutenants, who mentally greeted their temporary boss, all the women of the Nobi Nobita family, over and over again, could only move the infantry artillery position forward another 200 meters, only 700 meters away from the Chinese frontal position.
Not only was the distance closer, but more importantly, it was just off a small hill, completely exposing the four infantry cannons to the flat ground.
The view from the top of the mountain is not very clear.
Because it was shooting from above, several consecutive test rounds were fired at a position closer to the top of the mountain. The two Japanese artillery second lieutenants, who were considering not seeking no success but no mistakes, still asked the artillerymen to maintain the elevation angle of the muzzle. He now
They would rather miss the Chinese positions than blow up their own infantry into the sky.
Four infantry cannons firing together is pretty cool.
Not to mention the effect of the artillery bombardment, the thick smoke rising from the Japanese artillery position completely shrouded the 300-meter-wide artillery position, making it difficult to see clearly.
More than a hundred meters above the Chinese position, there was a roaring sound from the bombing, and rubble flew everywhere. Although the Chinese soldiers on the position were not really affected, the flying rubble was quite troublesome. Several of them were lying behind the rocks.
The soldiers who had not been hit by the Japanese bullets now had their heads bruised and bloody, all of which were caused by gravel.
Even the No. 1 gun position where Zhen Dazhuang was located paused for a minute because an infantry artillery shell exploded more than ten meters away from the fortifications, and did not continue to fire on the cunning 89 tank.
"Yusi! Order the infantry artillery team to continue to maintain this intensity and show the Chinese what artillery is!" Nobi Nobita smiled for the first time on his face.
He didn't see the angry faces of the Chinese mortar crews behind the mountain!
The 769th Regiment originally had four mortars and 25 rounds of artillery shells. Until now, except for the appearance of Japanese tanks, which caused them to fire six rounds of artillery shells, they have refrained from participating in the war.
Waiting for a suitable fighter is one thing, but the most important thing is that there are too few artillery shells. Good steel must be used on the blade. This is a concept that has been deeply rooted in the bones of the 921st Division, which is poor in materials.
But now, fighter planes have appeared, and the Japanese army dared to place infantry artillery in the open space within sight of the artillery observers.
Moreover, the mortar unit supported by the 683rd Brigade gave them 50 rounds of artillery shells...
What else is there to say? Just give him a damn!
"Order the artillery company of the regiment to temporarily listen to the command of squad leader Li Daxi of the 683rd Brigade. 8 guns will be fired at me to knock out the Japanese infantry artillery!" the young regiment leader on the top of the mountain gave the decisive order.
"The maximum straight-line distance of the target is 1050 meters, and the elevation angle adjustment is 58.3 degrees...
Eight-round rapid fire from each gun position! All obey my orders!"
Li Daxi, who turned a deaf ear to the explosive shells a hundred meters or even dozens of meters away, never took his eyes off the telescope. He tried his best to look into the distance through the smoke while yelling at the top of his lungs.
The messengers at the rear faithfully conveyed the orders of Li Daxi, the veteran artillery squad leader, in flag language to the mortar position located on a small piece of flat land behind the mountain.
In an era without communication tools, the heroic unit of the 921 Division fully demonstrated its tradition. The figure of the messenger, who was no more than 20 years old, looked very thin in the smoke, but the arm waving the little red flag was very stable and did not appear.
A slight mistake.
The eight mortars more than 400 meters away from the top of the mountain were all adjusted in place in one and a half minutes based on the data measured by the veteran artilleryman who personally went to the top of the mountain to serve as an observer.
"Let go!" Following Li Daxi's roar, the red flag of the ordering soldier fell fiercely.
The eight artillerymen sent mortar shells into the muzzle and then squatted down.
After several muffled sounds of "Winter!", the artilleryman picked up the cannonball again and put the cannonball into the muzzle again.
This goes on and on, with an average of one shell fired every 4 seconds. However, within 30 seconds, all 8 rapid-fire rounds requested by Li Daxi were completed.
This is already the fastest firing speed of this group of gunners. If placed in a four-row group, the gunners who fired an average of 30 shells per person can even increase the speed to fire one shell every three seconds.
There are a total of 8 mortars, each with 8 rapid fires, which means that in just 30 seconds, 64 rounds of artillery shells were thrown. This kind of intensity of shelling should be unprecedented in the history of the 769th Regiment and even the predecessors of the regiment.
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However, the only ones who could see that grand scene were the frontline officers and soldiers of the 769th Regiment on the battlefield.
They were lucky enough to see a field of blooming bomb flowers, but this time, it was on the enemy's position.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The violent explosions from the bottom of the mountain not only made the Chinese soldiers' eyes widen, but even the Japanese infantry who were still trying to advance in the hail of bullets couldn't help but turn around.
His eyes suddenly became dull.
The four infantry cannons that were lined up in a row just now, with a horizontal and vertical distance of 40 meters between each infantry cannon, were all submerged in the smoke of gunfire.
Are you sure this is fighting the Chinese? The Japanese infantrymen couldn't help but tighten their thighs as they looked at the artillery positions shrouded in gunpowder smoke behind them.
The urge to pee is coming!
The sudden attack of Chinese tank guns only scared those few tanks, but the infantry were actually not particularly nervous. They also had the 37mm rapid-fire cannons with armor-piercing tactics, but they were only used to attack fixed fortifications and infantry.
, is not the specialty of that kind of gun.
But this kind of mortar that can be smashed down almost vertically is different. This thing is known as the "infantry nightmare". If one falls, the shrapnel air wave will sweep across the area. Even if you are lying down, you may be chipped by the shrapnel.
Whether your head can survive or not depends entirely on whether Amaterasu wants to see you.
The Japanese infantrymen were just frightened, but how did the Japanese artillerymen feel when they were bombarded by mortars?
Because they were afraid of taking the blame, the two artillery second lieutenants were really aggrieved before they died. Damn it, my buddies have already fired cannons into the sky, why are they still reluctant to let go? There are so many mortars.
If I had told you earlier, I would not have come so close to seek death!
No matter what, you have to hide behind that bastard Yebi Shaozuo. If he wants to fight, you should hit him first.
64 artillery shells fell crazily. Not only did the violent air waves overturn all four infantry guns to the ground, but the casualty rate of the Japanese artillerymen present directly exceeded 80%. They were either blown away by the violent air waves or chipped by shrapnel.
Blood gourd.
"Where did the Chinese get so many mortars?" Nobi Shao, the bastard infantry captain who was scolded by two artillery lieutenants before he died, saw with his left eye that the four infantry cannons he had ordered to approach for artillery fire were covered in a hail of artillery fire.
My vision went dark and I almost fainted.
There are a total of four infantry artillery squads and a total of 8 infantry artillery pieces in the troops that went out to reinforce Shentou Ridge. This is good, because half of his orders were lost. Will Gotō Koshi Minami Daizuo, who is sitting in the rear, want to eat him?
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The Japanese Army Major Zuo didn't know much about his temporary boss. Goto Koshiminami, who had been silently observing the battlefield with a telescope, had a pale face. He had no idea of eating. What he wanted to do most now was to raise food.
The bastard at the frontline headquarters was stabbed with a knife.
Regardless of whether the head was big or small, they were all cut up and fed to the dogs.
Really, this loss is so great that it is almost unbearable.
This is not a matter of losing 4 infantry cannons, but of losing enough artillery. With only more than 1,000 infantrymen, how can he fight the Chinese whose strength is at least several times his own? Who will win?
"Order the 2nd and 3rd Artillery Squadrons to retreat immediately to 1,500 meters away, and order the heavy troops to immediately build bunkers for them. They are not allowed to leave the position without my order!" Goto Koshiminami ordered with a cold face.
"Also, tell Nobi Nobita Shao Zuo that I will give him three hours. If he cannot capture the position in front of him, he can pledge his allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor in any way he chooses. There is no need to come back to see me."
However, Nobi Nobita's face was full of despair before this cold-blooded military order reached the front line.
After this artillery battle, which he single-handedly led and the Chinese counterattacked with concentrated mortar fire, the 89 tank jumping up and down finally changed from a supporting role to the protagonist.
The reason is very simple. The 89 tank suddenly stopped moving and changed from being flexible to a fixed turret.
This battle was definitely an extremely difficult test for the two combat defense artillery squads led by Zhen Dazhuang.
Zhen Dazhuang had fired ten shots, but most of them failed. The 89 tank was like a nimble fat man, constantly moving coquettishly, and from time to time swinging its short and thick 57MM tank gun to fight back.
Under such circumstances, even the artillerymen of the 683rd Brigade who were learning from him became anxious. They even climbed out of the fortifications at the risk of being blasted into ashes by tank guns, and used their good vision to continuously report the movements of Japanese tanks to Zhen Dazhuang.
Beads of sweat rolled down Zhen Dazhuang's forehead. He knew that if he didn't blow up a Japanese tank in this battle, Tang Tuanzuo's reputation would be ruined by him. He was no less in the 683 Brigade.
These artillery trainees boasted about the past achievements of the Four Lines Regiment.
As a result, just these two guns went onto the battlefield and didn't even hit a single tank.
Zhen Dazhuang is from Shaanxi Province. He is a bit rough-and-tumble, but his brain is good enough, otherwise he would not have been transferred by Pangdahai to train artillery for the 683 Brigade.
If you can't fight the 89 tanks, then fight those Type 94s with thinner skins.
Although the Type 94 tank looks more flexible because of its small size, its engine power is also small! On such a hillside, its up and down maneuverability is actually not as good as the Type 89 tank.
So, Zhen Dazhuang, who was eyeing a Type 94 tank, finally broke through with zero results after firing three rounds.
A shell hit the frontal armor of the unlucky guy. The 10 mm thick steel plate had no hindrance against the terrifying tungsten core armor-piercing projectile. The thick shell almost violently broke into the interior of the Type 94 tank and exploded.
Not to mention that the human body cannot withstand the high-temperature jet generated instantly, even steel will be melted. Black smoke emerges from the inside of the Type 94 tank, followed by a crackling explosion. There are no shells in the Type 94 tank.
There are still thousands of machine gun bullets in stock!
The miserable appearance of the lying 94 tank frightened the other three tanks, especially the other one that was targeted by Zhen Dazhuang.
In a panic, Little Douding of 94 stepped on the accelerator madly, and in the horrified eyes of Second Lieutenant Matsuda, he slammed into the rear of the 89 tank that was moving coquettishly.
The loud "clang" sound of metal hitting each other was even louder than the sound of an exploding artillery shell.
The 89 tank that was reversing directly hit the 94 tank that was desperately fleeing. One was 15 tons and the other was 3.4 tons. It was like a mud tanker hitting a QQ. The two were not in the same weight class at all.
But no one can deny that the effects of force are mutual, and it cannot be said that if you are big, there will be no harm.
The engine of Tank 89 located at the rear of the vehicle body suddenly emitted a puff of black smoke, and the diesel engine that could erupt with 170 horsepower stopped. Moreover, due to the huge impact force, Tank 89 jumped forward, and the damaged diesel engine erupted.
The final strength.
The 94 tank was even more miserable. It was knocked out three to four meters by the big brother. There was a crater blown up by the mountain cannon shell next to it. Maybe it was originally a sunken area, and it was hit by the shell.
It was expanded to a depth of 1.5 meters.
94 Little Douding fell crookedly buttocks downward in the crater. No matter how the tracks turned and the engine roared, the Little Douding tank tilted its front and twisted its body desperately. It just couldn't get out.
The two tanks that were involved in a car accident were tragic, but what was even more tragic was the only spectator who watched it all up close.
The 89 tank that was involved in the accident moved forward and hit the boulder, as well as Second Lieutenant Matsuda who was caught in the middle.
"Mud horse!" This was the last thought that came to Lieutenant Matsuda's mind, and then he was knocked into a ball of flesh.
The poor Japanese Army second lieutenant probably thought about how he would die, whether he would be shot by a bullet, torn apart by a grenade, or stabbed in the chest by a Chinese bayonet. But he probably never imagined that his death would be nothing like these.
Nothing to do.
"Primary Evolution"
Unexpectedly, he would die in a car accident, a car accident caused by the stupidity of his own armored soldiers.
The scene of the car accident was very tragic. The 94 tank was like a turtle unable to crawl out of the quagmire. The 89 tank hit a big rock. There was a mass of flesh and blood on the front of the car, which was right on the observation hole of the Japanese driver.
But the Japanese driver was obviously not frightened because of the flesh and blood blocking the observation hole. The real reason for his fear was that no matter how he stepped on the accelerator, whether he was going forward or reverse, the 89 tank would not move at all.
The 89 tank lost its mobility.
This scene was also discovered by the artillerymen lying outside the fortifications.
"Are you still alive after this?" Zhen Dazhuang tried his best to mobilize the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the 89 tank that was constantly emitting black smoke but remained paralyzed.
No one knows how many rounds Zhen Dazhuang fired, but everyone can see the misery of the Japanese tank after it was hit.
The riveted turret and the barrel were smashed into pieces by the violent torrent of metal. The large holes visible to the naked eye on the body proved the terrifying kinetic energy of the 37mm anti-tank gun.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "boom", and the 89 tank, which had been completely destroyed, suddenly jumped up. The huge energy of more than a dozen shells in the car exploded and smashed the 15-ton steel behemoth.
Lift it up to dozens of centimeters above the ground.
The fire that ignited from the inside out completely turned the tank into a bright candle, which was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield.
Nobita Nobita closed his eyes in pain. After losing 4 infantry cannons, he successfully helped Goto Daisaku destroy an Imperial main battle tank.
What kind of day is today!
If he could, he really wanted to lift the knife...
Make a cut for yourself so that it won’t be difficult for everyone else.
Obviously, it is easier to kill others than it is to kill yourself.
After seeing the turret flying into the air due to the explosion and smashing the stupid Type 94 tank into a pile of steel scraps, Nobita Nobita was actually a bit calmer than he was then.
Shame, anger, pain, these emotions are useless. What he has to consider now is how to survive this battlefield.
Not because of the Chinese, but because of the higher-level commander of our own side behind the scenes.
This chapter has been completed!