Facing the ferocious anti-aircraft firepower on the ground, the diving Stuka dive bombers still bravely rushed out of the barrage and dropped bombs.
For a moment, air waves rolled next to the train, orange fire appeared, and the ice and snow on the ground rose into the sky like a whirlwind, and then the plane rose rapidly.
Turn around facing the sun, then turn left and nose down, aim at the train and pounce again.
Another bomb was dropped in the sky a hundred meters away from the train, and the MG-17 7.92mm machine gun on the nose of the aircraft was used to fire downwards. The bullet was like a fire whip, constantly picking up the human bodies lying on the snow, and beating them in the snow dust.
It rolled over, and the Japanese soldiers lying on the snow quickly jumped up and ran in all directions.
A Japanese soldier was knocked to the ground by a bullet. He scratched for a while and then stopped moving.
The other soldier ran to the left for a while, and then ran to the right for a while.
At this time, he was panicked and kept looking left and right, but the machine gun bullet still knocked him down from the side, like a red-hot iron wire penetrating him from top to bottom. After being shot, he finally fell motionless on the snow.
, even after he died, the cotton wool on his body was still smoking.
Qing Shuirui knelt on one knee and raised his command sword high to issue orders to the soldiers hiding behind the bunker:
"No running..."
But before he finished speaking, he felt as if his back had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell to the ground.
General Fujie Keisuke, the chief of staff of the First Army, hurried to Yoshimoto Teiichi's office to report.
Yoshimoto Teiichi simply dared to doubt his own ears. Shimizu Nobuhiro was a very experienced division commander.
But now the situation is the same. The First Army is fighting fiercely with the Shanxi-Sui Army and the Fourth Route Army in Taiyuan City.
Yoshimoto Teiichi felt a pain in his head. According to the usual practice, when a division loses a regiment of troops and even the division commander is killed, he must immediately withdraw and wait for the troops to be replenished. The new division
The battle cannot continue until the regimental commander takes over.
"Commander, the 71st Division will be attacked by this bomber under Xiaotong. The commander of the division, Lieutenant General Qing Shuijun, is still in pieces."
The former is because after several years of training, the number of artillery shells we fired is definitely the smallest among all the gunners in China, and we are also the most unfamiliar.
The gunners were refreshed and raised their arms one after another, adjusted the shooting angle and turned the muzzle according to the direction specified by the commander.
The Seventy-first Division's ability to recover its combat effectiveness so slowly was entirely due to Qing Shui's hard work. How could it be killed in battle like that?
While there is an urgent need for troops in the rear, I really want the 71st Division to withdraw. What does he want the division commanders who are fighting fiercely in the rear to think?
The snowstorm that lasted for several days has not started yet, but the snow has not stopped, and the diffuse snow has covered everything underground in the small area.
"The casualties of the 71st Division were huge."
Thinking of that, Sadao Yoshimoto gritted his teeth one by one, "The 71st Division can be withdrawn. It is a pity that Mr. Shimizu is loyal to the emperor, but that is not the reason to withdraw the 71st Division.
Whether it is the artillery of the Jinsui Army or the artillery of the Liantai Militia, they all gathered the best artillerymen in the Chinese army of that era.
After receiving the order, the commander turned to the gunner and issued an order: "Binding 1350~1860..."
"Yes... Is Takeda Tokuyo still there? He immediately sent a message to Takeda Tokuyo, asking me to quickly gather the troops and move closer to Taiyuan. We must reach the scheduled destination within two days. Do you understand?"
When the red signal flares pierced the sky, the commanders of each artillery position roared angrily.
After a while, Fujie Keisuke asked: "Commander, what should you do now? Do you want the 71st Division to continue to retreat according to the original plan?"
Oh... With you guys working so hard from behind, he was so bad that the entire division retreated as soon as he fired a shot. What about you?
The most important thing is that the 71st Division has just been reorganized in the mainland for half a year. It has just been brought to China and it will be withdrawn to the mainland for rest in half a month. That matter can be said to be in the past.
The latter is because they are all veterans, and they are almost unfamiliar with the artillery in their hands.
A few kilometers away from the guard sentry, on the small white ground covered with ice and snow, several pairs of eyes were staring back, waiting for the order to counterattack. The white cloth camouflage net hid the small artillery and soldiers inside, making it difficult to detect even by aerial reconnaissance.
The sentinels wearing steel helmets and thick cotton-padded clothes stared with sore eyes at the hot white land covered with ice and snow. The freezing temperature had plunged the whole world into a high temperature. For half a month, they had been condescending.
The Jinsui Army had not yet broken through dozens of Japanese retreats.
The gunners were on standby beside the artillery. Hundreds of light artillery were painted white and their barrels were pointed low towards the sky. Those with calibers ranging from 75 to 155 mm were not nearly the artillery that the Jinsui Army and the Liantai Militia could collect.
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"Nani...Qingshui rules and jade pieces?"
"Hi!"
"My name is Takeda Tokujo." Fujie Keisuke added.
Fujie Keisuke looked quite sad, "According to the telegram sent by the Chief of Staff of the 71st Division, the number of casualties in the 71st Division outside that round of bombing alone was less than 1,800.
Several rounds of artillery shells rushed out of the muzzle, flew nearly ten meters away, and plunged into the Japanese position. The low explosives they carried turned the Japanese position, rubble, and guns into powder and threw it into the air, forming a gray-white stream.
Clouds and fog, and steel fragments from low-explosive shells flew in all directions. The Japanese soldiers who had been frozen in the field all night were vaporized in the explosive cloud composed of the flaming steel of the small-caliber shells before they could react.
Temperatures of more than 10 degrees Celsius above zero are not uncommon for people living in the small underground areas of Shanxi, Hebei and Shandong. However, this year’s temperature is higher than in previous years. The high temperature of 70 degrees Celsius above zero has not lasted for two weeks, and it will continue to happen next time.
The smallest enemy of the Chinese and Japanese armies fighting in Taiyuan City.
When he lay limply on the ground, he felt an incredible silence. He could no longer hear the sound of machine guns or the roar of enemy planes. I knew that I was going to die, and I would also become the first low-level Japanese commander killed in that battle.
Officer, a division commander, but my name is destined to be lost in the ocean of history.
"Fire!"
Today will be a small counterattack against the Japanese First Army in Shanxi, and the roaring heavy artillery will kick off that small moment.
As for the number of injured, there are even fewer, at most more than one regiment."
In the archives of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War that came, a well-known artillery commander recorded that moment: At four o'clock in the afternoon on January 25, 1943, your brave and fearless artillery launched a retreat against the Japanese army,
A deadly bombardment was launched...
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My chief of staff is called..."
The artillery commander in a white cloak ordered the gunners to check the fuses of the artillery shells, and at the same time waited anxiously for the command to fire. Suddenly, the sound of phone calls under the snow interrupted the dead silence of the ice field, and the dead ice field came back to life.
In front of the artillery was a mountain of artillery shells. In order to ensure the supply of artillery shells, the officer in charge of the front line almost went crazy and searched almost every ammunition depot outside every corner.
I was stunned for a long time, and then asked: "Where is the 71st Division? How are the casualties?"