Just when Torajiro Iwai was anxious, the 242nd Wing was in chaos on the ground.
As a second-class unit, the soldiers of the 108th Division are far behind in terms of combat will and combat experience compared with permanent divisions like the 6th Division.
Now it was discovered that the Chinese army on the opposite side had actually started to use poison gas bombs. For a moment, everyone was in a panic, and everyone was scrambling to find gas masks.
While all the soldiers were busy looking for gas masks, dull explosions were heard everywhere on the 242nd Wing's position. Along with the rising plumes of smoke, bursts of coughing soon sounded on the position.
"Ah...I can't breathe."
"Cough cough cough..."
"Who can help me……"
But as time went on, those soldiers who thought they had been attacked by poisonous gas were surprised to find that, apart from being a bit pungent and causing breathing difficulties, the thick smoke seemed... to be harmless to themselves.
"No...these are not gas bombs, but smoke bombs!"
"Beep...beep..."
Just when many Japanese soldiers were looking at each other, a sharp and piercing whistle sounded, and suddenly there was a cry of killing from the front.
Amidst a sharp whistle, countless dark figures rushed towards their own position.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers carrying guns in one hand and grenades in the other rushed over in the smoke that filled the sky.
These charging Eighth Route Army soldiers and soldiers from the 567th Battalion of Liantai Militia all wore gas masks. Because the ground was too muddy, mud splashed onto the lenses of the gas masks from time to time, blocking their vision.
In order to see clearly ahead, many soldiers could only keep wiping the lenses of their gas masks with the hand holding the grenade. Even so, the sight was only one or two meters away.
The soldiers whose sight was obscured by smoke could only run forward instinctively under the guidance of the bugle sound. The Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed to the Japanese position saw the enemy.
Even though they were wearing gas masks, the Eighth Route Army soldiers still habitually kept shouting kill during the charge. The sound transmitted through the stainless steel sound-transmitting piece of the gas mask became weird and hoarse, almost like the roar of a hell monster.
On the smoky battlefield, it was impossible to see the difference in military uniforms. An Eighth Route Army soldier who was rushing forward saw a man standing in front of him without a gas mask. Without any hesitation, he jumped towards the man's abdomen and stabbed him with the left side.
As the man screamed, he turned the gun and pulled out the bayonet, and continued to charge forward.
Then, he heard the crisp sound of submachine gunfire coming from the left side. He immediately recognized that it was the sound of an MP40 submachine gun. He immediately followed the sound of the gunfire and moved closer to form a temporary assault team with the submachine gunners.
Japanese soldiers who were smoke-smeared and coughing could be seen everywhere on the position. However, before they had time to prepare, they were stabbed to death by the Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed in front of them with bayonets. Even when the charging soldiers rushed past the wounded lying on the ground, they could not stop.
Forgot to add a few more shots or a stab.
All the soldiers who launched the charge were told that once they rushed into the Japanese position, the first thing to do was to expand the breakthrough point. Otherwise, once the Japanese troops behind started to counterattack, they would be trapped in a protracted battle.
"Tick-tick-tick...dah-tick-tock..."
"Dudududu..."
On the battlefield, the bugles of the Eighth Route Army and the sharp whistles of the Liantai Militia mixed together and sounded together.
A Liantai militia soldier who crossed the slope and rushed into the Japanese position saw several figures coming up in front of him. He glanced at them without thinking. When he was changing the magazine, he saw a figure in the smoke and a bayonet thrust towards them.
The distance between the two sides was less than one meter, and at this time, the soldier was already ready to make any reaction. When he could only close his eyes and wait for death, a figure flashed out from beside him and thrust forward with a long bayonet.
The blood spurting from the throat of the Japanese soldier on the opposite side splashed onto the gas mask of the Lotus soldier, and the sight was temporarily blocked by the splashing blood.
"Thanks!"
Liantai militia soldiers holding submachine guns wiped the blood from the lenses and thanked him.
At this time, two more Eighth Route Army soldiers with rifles in their hands surrounded the submachine gunner. After these days of cooperation, almost all the Eighth Route Army soldiers understood one thing.
That is, on the battlefield, the combination of a submachine gunner and several riflemen can maximize the power of the combat team.
Soon, these few people formed a temporary assault group with submachine gunners as the core.
At this time, due to the obstruction of sight and the chaotic battlefield, many of the original combat groups of the assault troops were dispersed. The soldiers who rushed to the Japanese position could only form assault groups with their nearest comrades, and they often regrouped following the sound of gunfire.
In this way, the unique gunshots of the submachine guns equipped by the Liantai militia soldiers and the chainsaw-like firing sound of the MG42 general machine gun are the best features.
At this time, the smoke that filled most of the Japanese positions was slowly blown away by the northwest wind, which also allowed the soldiers fighting on both sides to see the target more than ten meters away.
Accompanied by the rumbling explosions, the charging warriors could even hear bursts of desperate roars coming from the front. Although the vision was poor, they could still see the shells starting to extend backwards falling from time to time, and they were always accompanied by the dust, smoke and mud in the sky.
The Japanese soldiers who were blown away had their limbs broken off.
At this time, a group of Japanese soldiers with muddy faces emerged from the fading smoke and dust. They were brandishing Type 38 rifles in their hands. Although they were covered in mud from head to toe, the soldiers could still see their ferocious faces.
These Japanese soldiers opened their eyes wide, roared like wild beasts, and rushed towards them with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
"Shoot, shoot, kill them!"
I don’t know who shouted first, or who fired the gun first. As the first orange-red bullet rain came out, the soldiers who were still in a daze pulled the trigger reflexively.
The rain of bullets scattered by rifles, submachine guns, MG42 machine guns and even the Czech light machine guns of the Eighth Route Army blocked the Japanese attack. The short distance of more than ten meters was like an insurmountable line of life and death. Countless Japanese soldiers who tried to rush over fell to the ground.
Bullets rained down.
"Stop shooting...continue attacking..."
After a while, as the whistle sounded, the soldiers who had been lying on the ground shooting stood up again and began to cautiously continue to advance deeper into the Japanese position.
"Order the troops... to take off their gas masks."
At this time, with the strong wind blowing, the smoke on the position was blown away completely, and there was no point in wearing a gas mask anymore.
The officers ordered the troops to take off their gas masks and continue to advance. Just when the main force was about to launch a fierce attack on Japan, the 8th and 9th battalions of the Liantai Militia had quietly flanked the 108th Division from both sides.