No one expected that the Japanese army would react so greatly to the Allied attack on Turululu Mountain.
As soon as the Eighth Marine Regiment took advantage, the Japanese troops in Tululu Mountain launched a counterattack.
"Half a year!"
Under the cover of artillery fire, a whole regiment of more than 3,000 Japanese troops in dark green tropical uniforms launched a counterattack against the U.S. troops in the south. They carried Type 38 rifles and shouted slogans toward the passage opened by the artillery fire.
The Eighth Landing Regiment launched a fierce counterattack.
"Put it, let it go..."
Accompanied by the roar of the officers, dozens of 105- to 150-caliber mountain guns and field guns were roaring from the position behind the southern side of Tululu Mountain. In order to improve the shooting accuracy, they also raised a calibration balloon. At this time, the observer
The target position for the artillery is being adjusted over the phone.
Next to a Type 99 mountain gun, two loaders immediately pushed the 12.34-kilogram shell into the barrel, and then quickly stuffed the propellant pack into the barrel.
"Coordinates 3500~1800, horizon 18, deviation 43... let go." The gunner standing on the left side of the gun tail suddenly pulled the gun rope.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the 150-caliber artillery retreated violently and came to a stop under the action of the damping tube on the gun mount. The gun body quickly reset along the slide under the action of weight.
Although the Type 99 150mm mountain gun lags behind the artillery of Western powers in terms of range and accuracy, its power is not inferior.
Although the Japanese army's fortifications were very fierce, the U.S. military, as a big dog, did not show any fear. Soon the artillery regiment directly under the Second Marine Division also showed its power, and the M2 cannon nicknamed Long-Legged Tom located in the rear also opened fire.
"For His Majesty the Emperor!"
The Japanese soldiers who were shouting slogans and holding their bayonets were not paying attention to the artillery shells whizzing past their heads. The screams of the shells weighing dozens of kilograms when they broke through were by no means comparable to those of small and medium-caliber shells. Just listening to the sound was shocking.
It's like tearing the sky apart.
In an instant, dozens of artillery shells fell into the dark-green charge formation. Dozens of white and black smoke clouds and orange-red flames rose up. The broken limbs were scattered in all directions. The green wave-like charge formation was surrounded by dense shells.
The rain stopped.
Thomas, who was squatting in a trench and observing the battlefield conditions with a periscope, was not very satisfied with the effect of the artillery fire: "The number of our artillery fires was still too small. The Japanese skirmishers were very scattered, and the artillery fire did not achieve much.
Effect."
Having said this, Thomas turned and asked the adjutant beside him: "Is there any reply from the Chinese people?"
"Sir, the Chinese have just sent a reply." The adjutant replied quickly, "General Gao said that due to the fierce fighting in the east, they do not have extra air power to reinforce us for the time being, at least within an hour.
There is no way."
"That means we won't have air support until an hour later?" Thomas asked rhetorically.
"Well..." the adjutant scratched his head in embarrassment: "I have to ask God."
Thomas snorted softly. He didn't have high expectations in the first place. After all, the fighting was so fierce in the east and south. It was simply unrealistic to expect the Chinese to spare no effort to support him.
However, it was indeed beyond his expectation that the defenders of Turulu Mountain had the courage to launch such a large-scale counterattack.
Thomas sighed softly and said to the adjutant: "Okay, tell the artillery regiment not to skimp on ammunition and carry out coverage shooting!"
Target position z-26A, J-34D... high-explosive shells covering the target."
After receiving the order, the thirty-six M2 155mm long-range cannon belonging to the artillery regiment of the Second Marine Division adjusted its target position.
Release!" As the officer suddenly threw down the small flag in his hand, 36 heavy artillery shells flew towards the target with a roar.
The Japanese artillery's counterattack speed had begun to slow down at this time, and everything around seemed to be burning, including withered weeds and towering trees.
Hot shrapnel flew across the open area less than 200 meters away from the Japanese frontline. Japanese soldiers whose uniforms were torn in the shell shock wave ran around in fear, and were killed by the hot shrapnel.
A captain lying in the crater with a command knife in his hand spat out the sand in his mouth. He was surrounded by pale and nervous soldiers, lying in the dense weeds. The courage to charge earlier had already been blown away by the American artillery fire.
Lost traces.
"My warriors of the Emperor, forget the enemy's artillery fire! The Emperor is watching you. From China to Guadalcanal, the warriors of the Empire have never retreated, and it will be no different this time.
For the sake of the Empire of Japan and the common prosperity of Greater East Asia, raise your rifles and charge forward, half a year!"
The captain in the crater suddenly roared and jumped out of the crater, stumbling around, waving the command knife in his hand vigorously and yelling at the soldiers. He crossed the craters and mounds one after another, trying his best to maintain his balance, and at the same time he did not forget to kick the soldiers lying on the ground and urge them.
They charge.
It's just that the captain ignored the whistling sound of the cannonballs tearing through the air above his head. With a loud noise, the captain who was wielding his saber suddenly felt a wave of scorching air rushing toward him on his back. This terrifying force pushed him away.
At the same time, he felt as if his body was torn into two pieces. At the last moment, he saw the soldiers lying on the ground begin to charge.
"Damn... these damn Japanese monkeys, how can they still charge?"
In a bomb crater, Harry looked at the Japanese soldiers who were charging towards them like wild beasts despite artillery fire. He raised his Springfield rifle and fired desperately while shouting loudly.
"Is there a possibility that it's because you did something ulterior to their mother?" a sergeant nearby answered while shooting.
Facing a bloody battlefield, many soldiers will relieve stress by making vulgar jokes to each other.
The sky above the foxholes was filled with acrid smoke. Under the orders of the officers, the soldiers kept pushing bullets into the gun chambers, pulling the bolts and firing as fast as possible.
Of course, this refers to those soldiers who are still holding Springfield rifles.
So far, the popularity of Garand rifles in the Marine Corps is still not high, and more than half of the soldiers still hold the old Springfield rifles.
"boom!"
A 75mm artillery shell landed right in a foxhole, and the three soldiers inside were thrown into the air by the shock wave generated by the violent explosion.
"Half a year!"
Under the cover of artillery fire, the Japanese army finally rushed to the US military position. Facing the Japanese army that was getting closer and closer, the US gunfire became more and more chaotic.
Finally, a captain shouted loudly: "Soldiers, it will be up to you to decide whether you want to enjoy freedom or be enslaved. For the sake of America and freedom! Go ahead!"
After saying that, the captain immediately jumped out of the foxhole waving his pistol, and other soldiers and officers also jumped out of the bunker. With rifles mounted on bayonets, they launched a countercharge towards the Japanese troops who rushed to the position. At the foot of Turululu Mountain
, the tea-green and pink-green waves collided violently, and the most primitive fighting was carried out with bayonets.