When the shrill siren sounded on the main battery building, the entire bunker group boiled like boiling water, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers who were resting ran out from everywhere and came to the fighting positions.
Heavy machine guns, machine guns and rifles poked their heads out from various firing holes, all aimed at the group of uninvited guests a mile away. All Japanese troops were facing a formidable enemy, including many senior sergeants and officers.
A solemn look on his face.
There is a legend circulating in the Japanese army that in China, it is very simple to distinguish whether a central army is elite or not, just look at what they are wearing.
If you are wearing a German-style steel helmet, you are undoubtedly an elite. If you are wearing a German-style steel helmet and also wearing a German military uniform... there is no doubt that you are definitely the elite of the elite.
The army in front of them belongs to the latter, but some senior officers still have doubts in their hearts. Didn't all the legendary German armorers have been exhausted in the Battle of Songhu? Why did another one appear?
And they were followed by another team.
During the years the Japanese army had been in Shanxi, they could tell at a glance that the team behind them should be the Eighth Route Army. But when did the German Armsmen actually get mixed up with the Tubal Army?
"Taijun... Taijun... The Eighth Route Army and the Central Army came to attack us together. What should we do?" At this moment, a major of the puppet army hurried over, looking extremely panicked.
"Snapped!"
He received a loud slap in the face in response. Ishikawa Renpachi glared at him fiercely and shouted: "Why are you panicking? Our bunker group is indestructible. Neither the Central Army nor the Eighth Route Army can deal with us. What we have to do is
Just stay in the turret, shoot and kill them calmly, do you understand?"
"clear!"
The major of the puppet army woke up a lot after receiving a slap in the face. Looking at the fierce-looking Ishikawa Renpachi, he hurriedly bowed to him and ran away quickly.
He looked at the major of the puppet army with disgust. To be honest, he hated this waste who was afraid of death with all his heart. But he also knew that he wanted to rule China better, and he couldn't do it without these people, so he could only use them for the time being.
Ishikawa Renpachi raised the telescope again, but what surprised him was that the Nazhidoku mechanic on the opposite side did not continue to move forward, but stopped at the barbed wire fence more than three or four hundred meters away from the bunker group, and did not continue.
go ahead.
Seeing this, Ishikawa Renpachi smiled contemptuously. It seemed that these German weapon masters were not very good. A mere barbed wire fence stopped them.
"Yo Xi, it seems that the Chinese armorers were indeed disabled. A mere few hundred people dared to attack my group of bunkers without even heavy weapons. I really don't know what the Chinese commander was thinking.
"
"Woo..."
Just as Ishikawa Renpachi finished speaking, he heard a sharp whistling sound coming from the sky.
"Um……"
Ishikawa Renpachi's face was stunned for a moment, then changed immediately, and blurted out without thinking: "No...it's a heavy artillery...China's heavy artillery!"
"boom……"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shell landed about a hundred meters away from another turret on his left and exploded. The huge explosion stirred up dust all over the sky. Although it did not hit the target, Ishikawa Renpachi's expression changed.
As pale as a geisha.
There was a sound like gargling from his throat, and it took him a long time to spit out a sentence: "The Chinese actually brought heavy artillery."
After many years of baptism in the flames of war, Ishikawa Renpachi could hear the approximate caliber of the artillery shells flying past in the air with just his ears. Combined with the thick smoke and violent explosions after the explosion, he could tell at a glance
Recognize it, this is a 105 mm caliber artillery piece.
"No... the Tiger Hill stronghold is in danger!" When Ishikawa Renpachi recognized that this was a large-caliber artillery with a caliber exceeding 100 mm, his pale face turned into a blue-gray color.
It is good that the gun towers in the Huqiu stronghold are built solidly, but at best they can resist small-caliber artillery such as the Type 92 infantry gun. But if they are faced with large-caliber artillery, the seemingly solid gun towers are no better than the straw houses.
How many.
Moreover, the artillery fire just now was probably just a test fire, and what awaited them next would definitely be a violent bombardment.
"By the way... shelling..."
When he thought of this, Ishikawa Renpachi was shocked all over.
I am still standing on the roof of the building. During the bombardment, I was shouting at the opponent to fire on me.
Thoughts flashed across his mind, and his body started to move. He rushed down the stairs like a flexible rat. When he just rushed to the second floor of the turret, the second shell had already landed on the auxiliary turret on the left.
Less than twenty meters away, dust and smoke filled the sky, followed immediately by the third shot... the fourth shot...
"boom……"
Amidst the explosions, a shell finally hit an auxiliary battery building located at the rear.
The 13.25 kilogram anti-armor high-explosive bomb hit the outer wall of the turret at a speed of 785 meters per second and did not stop at all. Instead, it easily penetrated into the interior of the turret, and then the 2.18 kilograms of TNT high explosive inside exploded.
, the turret, which had always been indestructible in the impression of the Japanese army, had its roof lifted off like a child's toy.
"Okay...hit..."
"Very good!"
Two or three miles away, the deputy commander-in-chief and other leaders who were watching the battle couldn't help but look happy, while the staff officers nearby did not have too many scruples and all cheered.
Once upon a time, the Huqiu stronghold was known for its solidity and fierce firepower. Since it was built the year before last, it has been entrenched like a roadblock on the only way to pass through Huang County and Yixian County. I don't know how many Eighth Route Army, underground party and
The people passing by fell to the guns of the Tiger Hill stronghold, but now this stronghold that they thought was almost indestructible in the past was overthrown as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
Mr. Liu put down the telescope, with a smile on his face, and said to Mr. Lin beside him: "Old Lin, it seems that this Tiger Hill stronghold cannot be defended today."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mr. Lin just nodded and sighed softly: "The cannon is a good cannon, but it's a pity that it gives you an advantage."
Of course Master Liu knew what he was thinking, and comforted him: "Old Lin, you don't have to worry... The second phase of the battle will not end in a day or two. As long as the Yuliao battle can be ended as soon as possible, with the mobility of the Liantai militia,
, I have full time to support you."
"Who knows." Commander Lin still had a somewhat resentful expression, "No one can say for sure about the war. Moreover, the chance of fighting is fleeting. I, Mr. Lin, never fight by waiting."
Commander Liu laughed heartily. Of course he knew that Commander Lin had always been a proud person. Since Gao Hongming had chosen to assist the 129th Division, he would definitely not be shameless and ask for help. That was not his character either.
"But..." Commander Lin pointed to the front and said, "I also discovered a problem. Although Commander Gao's artillery battalion has fierce firepower, judging from the shelling just now, it seems that there is still room for improvement in the quality of the gunners.
"
Commander Liu nodded. Of course he could see that in the first round of shelling, only one of the more than ten shells hit, and the distribution of other shells was also a bit messy. From this point of view, the quality of the gunners was indeed good.
Not very high.
However, he was not disappointed by this, but explained: "Old Lin, don't forget, in the last battle of Qixiaguan, half of their artillery battalion was lost, and the casualties of those experienced artillerymen were naturally not small. You
You can’t expect those novices to have such a high level of gunnery skills, right?”
"That's true."
After listening to Commander Liu's words, Commander Lin couldn't help but think of the scene when the two artillery battalions set fire together while watching a movie yesterday, almost covering the entire position. It could be said that there was no blind spot coverage. If the Japanese army hadn't dispatched aircraft to support the attack,
, I am afraid that the Japanese army suffered even greater losses.
Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, this time the 129th division was cheaper.
At the artillery position four kilometers away from the Huqiu stronghold, even though it was early winter, the loaders of the Second Artillery Battalion were still sweating with sweat as they carried the artillery shells. Next to the artillery position, bright yellow shells were scattered everywhere.
Despite the rumbling sound of artillery, the voice of Zhuang Mancai, commander of the Second Artillery Battalion, still roared on the position.
"See for yourselves...tell me if you are a fool?
Three rounds... It's already the third round, but the hit rate is still very low. Do you know that just one shell is your military salary for a year? You are not only wasting the regiment's money, but also the regiment's salary.
trust!
Tuanzu spends so many golden oceans every month to invite you here just to waste the oceans on his behalf?
You have to know that not only the regiment, but also so many officers of the Eighth Route Army are watching us, firing artillery like this. If I were you, I would be ashamed to death, why should I be an artilleryman?
If this happens again, stop being a soldier as soon as possible. Tomorrow I will kill you bastards for the regiment and let you all go home and eat yourselves. What are you doing in a daze? Speed up... I tell you, today we are
The Japanese in the Huqiu Stronghold will be killed even with a pile of cannonballs!"
Looking at Zhuang Mancai roaring on the position with a loudspeaker, many gunners' faces were burning. It's no wonder that Zhuang Mancai got angry. The bombardment had been going on for more than ten minutes, but there were four gun towers in the Huqiu stronghold except two.
In addition to being destroyed, the other main turret and an auxiliary turret still stood firmly in place.
They knew very well that Gao Hongming had a guaranteed victory in front of the head of the Eighth Route Army. The battle ended in half an hour, but as the most important part, they fought like this. No wonder Zhuang Man was angry.
After he finished scolding, Zhuang Man looked at the four loaders and gunners around him who were still carrying the shells with their faces red after he scolded him. He also sighed secretly in his heart. In the battle of Qixiaguan, half of the skilled gunners were killed. Now many gunners were just now.
For recruits who have been handling artillery for more than half a month, it is already very good if they can shoot artillery shells almost as well. If they want to improve their skills, they need more live-fire training and long-term training.
"Boom...boom..."
Perhaps Zhuang Mancai's scolding had an effect, or perhaps the gunners learned their shame and became braver. The gunners' hit rate finally improved. When the shelling lasted for sixteen minutes, three shells hit the remaining
The two main turrets and the last auxiliary turret were destroyed by half of the solid main turret in a burst of earth-shattering explosions.
Seeing that all four gun towers had been blown down, Gao Hongming let out a long breath, turned to the communications troops behind him and said: "That's it, order the artillery battalion to stop shelling, and the fourth battalion will launch a general attack!"
"clear!"
The communications soldier picked up the microphone and connected to the artillery camp, "Gekko Gecko... I am the lao lao... I am the lao lao, stop the bombardment... stop the bombardment!"
Following Gao Hongming's order, the deafening sound of artillery just now suddenly stopped, and then a burst of passionate charging horns sounded.
"Tick-tick-tick-tick..."
Nong Tiancai, who had been impatient for a long time, took out his M1911A1 pistol and fired two shots into the sky, shouting loudly: "Brothers... the brothers in the artillery camp have collapsed all the Japanese artillery towers for us. Now,
It's our turn... come on over!"
"Rush..."
Following Nong Tiancai's order, more than 700 soldiers from the fourth battalion jumped out from their respective bunkers and rushed towards the Tiger Hill stronghold.
"Hurry up..."
"You bunch of bastards...have you forgotten what I usually teach you? What do you want to do when you get together? Do you want to be the target of the Japs together? Spread out...scatter for me... remember that the chargers are here
In front, rifleman behind, keep distance...machine gun cover..."
Of course, in the charging formation, the shouts and curses of the squad and platoon leaders could be heard from time to time...
In the half-exploded main turret of Tiger Hill stronghold, Ishikawa Renpachi struggled to climb up from the rubble. He exhaled heavily, but still felt a little burning in his lungs. He knew that it was the accompanying breath he had just breathed.
It was caused by too much smoke-filled air. I checked my body again and found that except for a three-inch long gash on my right hand that was scratched by something unknown, there was nothing left. Then I let out a sigh of relief.
Although the sound of artillery stopped, he also understood that it was time for the opponent's infantry to charge.
He searched in the ruins for a long time, and finally pulled out a Type 92 heavy machine gun. However, the machine gun was suppressed by a pile of bricks, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get it out.
He became a little anxious and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Is there anyone... Is there anyone else? Come here quickly and help me lift this machine gun out!"
After he shouted several times, he finally got a response. There was a sound of footsteps below, and two Japanese soldiers whose true colors were almost invisible climbed up the stairs and came to his side.
"Your Excellency, Captain, let me help you."
Two Japanese soldiers and Renpachi Ishikawa worked together to move the pile of bricks away. It took a lot of effort to lift out the Type 92 heavy machine gun, which weighed more than 100 kilograms. After a brief inspection
It was discovered that the machine gun was still usable, and a soldier found two boxes of machine gun bullets in the corner.
The soldier hurriedly took out the bullet-proof plate and inserted it into the machine gun. "Your Majesty, Captain, the machine gun is ready."