Wearing a helmet and holding an MP40 submachine gun, the third company commander Nong Tiancai hid behind a rock and shouted loudly, "Brothers, I won't talk nonsense. The camp and regiment are looking at us from behind.
The mission of our company is to seize Qixia Pass before the Japanese reinforcements arrive and find a way out for all the brothers in the regiment.
Zhao Tieshan, the covering task will be left to your artillery platoon. Don’t be stingy with artillery shells. After the regiment is finished, we will be replenished. Each machine gun team must cover the brothers in front and start attacking now!"
Since the establishment of the militia, fire suppression has been the core tactic of the militia.
When any recruit first takes over the training, the first tactical skill taught by the officers is how to fight under the cover of artillery fire. If there is no cover of artillery fire, use machine guns. If there is no machine gun, use submachine guns or even hand grenades.
All in all, we must gain a firepower advantage in local areas.
"Company commander, don't worry, our artillery platoon will never show off." Zhao Tieshan, in a state of desperation, even revealed his hometown dialect.
The cold wind in March blew away the thick gunpowder smoke that shrouded Qixiaguan, and the black smoke that filled the sky on the top of the mountain gently trapped everything.
Just as the surviving Japanese troops poked their heads out of their respective bunkers, the militia launched another attack. Although they were attacking from the rear, they were still full of momentum and used their trump card from the beginning.
After the expansion, Gao Hongming equipped mortars to company-level units, so in addition to three infantry platoons, the third company also had an artillery platoon (equipped with three M2 60mm mortars) and a machine gun platoon (equipped with
Four MG42 general machine guns).
As soon as the battle started, the artillery platoon carried out non-stop bombing more than 200 meters ahead, and shells continued to explode where the Japanese troops were hiding.
Three minutes later, the artillery platoon's shelling stopped.
When the sound of artillery stopped, Miura Masao endured the pain in his ears. He could no longer hear any other sounds except the buzzing in his head. He seemed to feel that there was liquid flowing out of his ears, so he touched it with his hand.
one time.
It was actually blood. Masao Miura's ears were bleeding from the shelling just now.
He looked around and found that one of his guards was leaning forward less than five meters away from him.
He bent over and ran over, patting the guard hard several times, but the guard didn't react at all. He quickly turned the guard over and found that the guard's eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. It turned out that he had been killed by the explosion.
"idiot!"
Masao Miura cursed in a low voice, and just as he was thinking, he heard a burst of rapid gunfire from the front, and the Chinese on the opposite side launched another attack.
"Ono...Ono..."
Miura Masao shouted loudly, and that was the name of another of his guards.
"Sir, I'm here."
Following the sound, another guard climbed out of a crater not far away and trotted to him.
Masao Miura shook his head: "No, the Chinese are fighting very hard now. We are on the mountainside now. Once we retreat, we will be their easy targets. Call in soldiers immediately to fight back."
After saying that, he put the whistle hanging around his neck into his mouth and chased with all his strength. His voice was sometimes long and sometimes short. This was an order to fight back on the spot.
The battlefield is filled with smoke and the roar of artillery. How to convey orders in a timely and effective manner has become a problem. As a simple and easy-to-carry tool, the whistle has become the first choice of many armies.
Especially for low-level officers, whistles are a very effective tool. Officers can use whistles to convey their orders to subordinates within a certain distance on the battlefield.
When the whistle sounded, the surviving Japanese soldiers around them got up from the ground and shot at the Chinese troops down the mountain. The gunshots were loud for a while.
As soon as the two sides exchanged fire, Miura Masao felt that his own firepower was completely suppressed.
The opponent's machine gun fire was like a violent storm, and dense bullets kept flying on the hillside. He could even hear the "whoosh" sound of a few stray bullets flying over his head.
There was no way to fight back.
"Quick...machine gun...do you have a light machine gun...set it up quickly!"
Where is the grenade team? Hurry and suppress the opponent's machine guns!"
Miura was extremely anxious. At this time, he felt for the first time the helplessness and aggrievedness of his old rival, the national army soldier.
After some searching, he actually found it.
This is a machine gun team that owns an 11-year-old machine gun commonly known as the crooked handle.
It's not that Miura Masao didn't want to find a Type 92 heavy machine gun, but he knew it was simply unrealistic. The Type 92 heavy machine gun was too heavy, weighing 55.3 kilograms.
This also means that the mobility of this heavy machine gun is very poor. Once placed on the battlefield, it can only spray ammunition in place and cannot move at will.
After all, no matter how strong the soldier was, he couldn't carry a heavy weapon weighing more than 100 kilograms, so he had no choice but to abandon it all at the foot of the mountain during the retreat.
"Da da da... da da da..."
The sound of the 11-year-old machine gun suddenly sounded, and a soldier who was climbing up from the bottom of the mountain immediately fell into a pool of blood.
The remaining soldiers immediately fell down, only to hear a loud shout from the front, and two black objects were thrown from below around the soldier lying in a pool of blood, and soon a thick smoke surrounded the soldier.
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"Zhao Tieshan, are you fucking blind? Did you see the machine gun on the opposite side?"
Zhao Tieshan, who was following the troops with mortars, was scolded by Nong Tiancai.
Commanders on the battlefield are all grumpy, because soldiers are bleeding and dying here all the time, and even the best-tempered people will scold them when they get here.
"Quick...quick..."
Finally, we found an open space behind the back slope on the hillside. The gunner first lowered the baffle, and then another gunner pulled out the shovel behind him and quickly dug a shallow pit. Then he lowered the baffle, then jumped up and stepped on it twice.
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Then the barrel, tripod and sight were installed, and after a little adjustment, the preparations were completed, and these preparations only took less than two minutes.
"The first shot is good...the second shot is good...the third shot is good..."
Zhao Tieshan glanced at the machine gun that was pouring out flames more than 200 meters away, "Everyone listen to my command... No. 0 charge... 200 Japanese machine gun positions in front of the target, high-explosive bombs... release!"
The gunners released their hands holding the cannonballs and squatted down.
First, there was a slight sound of friction between the cannonball and the tube wall. Under the action of gravity, the cannonball slid into the bottom and collided with the firing pin. Then, after triggering the primer, it rushed out of the barrel under the push of gunpowder.
"Bang!"
A cannonball soared into the sky, slid in the air for a few seconds, and then landed on the opposite hillside...