But fortunately, after that war, all the German weapon masters in China were lost. Since then, Naoto Urakami has never seen the German weapon master again.
But today, he saw the iconic German helmet again, and the fear deep in his heart immediately emerged.
"まさかmasaka (how is that possible)... a German weapon master... how can he be a German weapon master? Haven't all the German weapon masters in China been wiped out long ago? Where did this German weapon master come from?
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At this time, the communications troop hurriedly reported: "Your Excellency, Captain, the firepower of the Chinese was too strong. The First Squadron suffered heavy losses. Captain Ogawa requested tactical guidance."
If it were in the past, the battle had only lasted less than ten minutes, and the squadron leader below had asked for tactical guidance. Even if Naoto Urakami did not order the opponent to have his belly disemboweled, he would have given him a few slaps in the face.
But now he was no longer in this mood. Looking at the machine gun fire on the hill in the distance that was constantly pouring out tongues of fire, he immediately said: "You immediately notify the artillery squadron and ask them to launch artillery bombardment on the China position to suppress fire, and then
Let the grenade team know where the machine gun fire is."
"Hi!"
The signal corps took the order and left.
"day……"
"boom……"
A grenade landed near the MG42 machine gun that was pouring out flames, and a deputy shooter who was feeding the machine gun fell to the side.
The ammunition hand on the side quickly carried the assistant shooter into the trench, while the machine gunner quickly picked up the machine gun and moved to another place.
"Boom...boom..."
Within seconds of the machine gunner leaving, several more grenades landed where he had just been.
Gao Hongming, who was not far away, saw this scene and shouted: "It's a grenade from a kid, hurry up and take cover!"
"Boom boom..."
As grenades continued to fall and casualties continued to occur, Gao Hongming was keenly aware that an atmosphere of panic was spreading on the battlefield.
When several more grenades thrown by grenades fell on the position, someone finally collapsed.
I saw a soldier suddenly jumping up from the position crying and shouting loudly: "I don't want to fight anymore, I want to go home... I want to go home..."
As he spoke, he ran quickly towards the back.
"Bang bang..."
But before he could run far, he heard two gunshots, and the deserter fell to the ground motionless.
Gao Hongming stood less than ten meters away from him, with a wisp of smoke coming from the muzzle of the M1911A1 pistol in his hand.
With a livid face, he shouted to those around him: "I have long said that as long as you join the militia, you will fight the Japanese. Anyone who escapes from battle will be shot! Today, you can decide for yourself whether you will be beaten to death by me or fight with the Japanese."
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Most of the militia soldiers were new recruits who had only joined the army for less than three months. It was the first time that they saw one of their own being shot, and it was the seemingly mild-tempered eldest son of the Gao family who did it himself.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and quickly grabbed the guns in their hands and continued shooting towards the front.
After executing the deserters, Gao Hongming called Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui, "The grenades of the little devils are very accurate. They can hit anywhere within 300 meters, so they must not be allowed to come within 300 meters of us."
You must take full advantage of the high rate of fire of machine guns. In addition to suppressing the Japanese machine guns, you must also suppress the Japanese grenade launchers and not allow them to get closer. Do you understand?"
Wu Chengfeng said: "Sir, our ammunition consumption will be too high, and the ammunition we carry will not last long at all."
Gao Hongming said without hesitation: "You don't have to worry about the ammunition. I sent another batch and put it in the Japs' wing headquarters. If there is no ammunition, just ask someone to get it!"
"With your words, it will be done!" Although Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui didn't know when their young master got the ammunition, with his guarantee, they could let go.
After giving instructions to the two company commanders, Gao Hongming ran to the artillery platoon position and cursed: "Geng Changshun... you are a damn dead man. You didn't see the Japanese bombing our position. Find the position of the Japanese grenade immediately and kill them!"
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"Sir...I will ask the brothers to suppress it immediately"
The artillery platoon leader Geng Changshun was so scolded that his face turned red and he did not dare to tell the difference. He climbed to the top of the slope in person, set up the artillery mirror, observed it for a few seconds, then turned around and shouted: "Target... ahead 320
Meters, three o'clock direction, a salvo... let go!"
"Dong...dong dong..."
With a dull crashing sound, eight 60-caliber mortar shells flew out of the gun barrel and flew towards the right front. After flying for five or six meters, they landed behind a hillside, followed by explosions one after another.
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A heavy machine gun position and a mortar team set up by the Japanese army there were instantly submerged in the thick smoke.
"Nice job."
Gao Hongming, who saw this scene through the telescope, slapped his thigh happily and told Geng Changshun: "Just do it. The mission of your artillery platoon is to use the densest artillery fire to blow up all the Japanese targets that threaten me. Don't do it."
Thinking of saving ammo!”
"But sir, we won't be able to hold on for long if we fight like this!"
Geng Changshun became anxious when he heard this, and quickly grabbed Gao Hongming who was about to leave: "Sir, we have only been fighting for a while, and one-third of the shells we brought have been fired. Now we only have one and a half basic shells.
If we continue to fight according to the method you said, we can fight for half an hour at most. What do you want our artillery platoon to use to fight?"
"you do not need to worry."
Only then did Gao Hongming remember that he had forgotten to explain, and quickly said: "Don't worry about the ammunition. I sent someone to send a batch of ammunition from the rear, and put it in the original Japanese headquarters. Send someone to get it quickly."
Bring the ammunition."
After saying that, Gao Hongming left.
Watching Gao Hongming leave, Geng Changshun was stunned. Was ammunition coming from behind? Why didn't he know?
But now was not the time to talk about this. Geng Changshun quickly led a few soldiers to the headquarters, which was partially destroyed by the bombing. As expected, there were neatly stacked ammunition boxes, one or two hundred of them.
He pried open the ammunition box and saw that it was all filled with mortar shells. Based on 12 shells per box, there were at least more than 2,000 shells here.
An artilleryman was stunned and couldn't help but murmured: "My dear, how long will we have to fight with so many shells?"
Geng Changshun was the first to come over and immediately shouted: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and move the ammunition!"
Not to mention the artillery platoon that was working hard to tilt the ammunition forward, at this moment, at the foot of the hill less than a kilometer away from where Gao Hongming was, Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao were dumbfounded looking at the fierce battle ahead.