At 6:30 on September 5th, before dawn, there was a faint light in the sky. The Japanese troops along the Sitang River began to bombard the positions of the 18th Brigade in an attempt to break through the 18th Brigade's defense line and open the way to advance.
At the same time, the 68th Regiment of the Japanese Army began to attack the national troops around Baoshan across the board in order to cut off Baoshan's communication with the outside world.
At 6:30, the Japanese army concentrated artillery to cover the National Army positions in the Gunpowder Bureau area. However, due to the poor accuracy of the Japanese howitzers, the artillery shells did not destroy the National Army positions and even hit the Japanese infantry skirmishers on the front line.
The fifth squadron of the Japanese army on the front line scolded the Japanese artillery while using the grenades in their hands to carry out more precise attacks and suppression on the machine gun positions of the National Army in the Gunpowder Bureau.
The Japanese army used telescopes to continuously calibrate grenade launchers and accurately destroyed most of the Chinese machine gun fire positions. The Japanese troops of the Fifth Squadron believed that the Chinese army's firepower had been suppressed, so they ordered the troops to prepare to release smoke grenades to cover the charge.
The front-line troops of the 5th Squadron misunderstood the order and launched an attack directly. As a result, they encountered a fierce counterattack from the remaining firepower points of the national army.
The Japanese troops on the front line were basically wiped out.
The power of the Czech machine guns during this period was considerable, especially when two or three Czech machine guns were put together, the fire suppression formed posed a huge threat to the Japanese army.
The Japanese army then mobilized reserves, waited until the wind direction was favorable, released smoke grenades, and launched a new attack on the national army positions.
At about ten o'clock at noon, thick white smoke drifted towards the National Army position, covering the field of vision of the gunpowder Bureau defenders. The Japanese army took the opportunity to re-launch their charge, rushing into the National Army position through the smoke. Faced with well-trained and focused on close combat skills, the Japanese army
The weapons, equipment and command tactics were superior to our own Japanese troops. The Chinese soldiers were quickly repelled by the Japanese troops and began to retreat.
The Japanese Second Battalion took control of the 33rd Regiment's position and captured a large number of light and heavy machine guns.
The Japanese Fifth Squadron suffered heavy casualties in this battle. There were only about ninety soldiers left in one squadron, some of whom were wounded. They had no choice but to withdraw from the battle and go to the rear to rest.
As the 33rd Regiment retreated, the Japanese troops on the Baoshan defense line began to advance in an all-round way. By 4 p.m., the Japanese troops had completely captured Baoshan West Street and the Sitang River Bridge area, and surrounded Baoshan City from the west.
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The tragic Battle of Baoshan began soon.
Sitang River.
The Japanese 34th Regiment and the 18th Regiment also forced their way across the Sitang River under the cover of artillery fire. The position of the 160th Battalion was attacked by a squadron of the Japanese army. Continuous artillery fire destroyed most of the 160th Battalion.
position.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the Japanese soldiers began to build a bridge on the river. It was a steel plate bridge that was very narrow and could only accommodate two people crossing the bridge.
Under the baptism of Japanese artillery fire, the position was in a mess. The already muddy trenches seemed to have been stirred up with branches. When you step on the trenches, it is muddy and in a mess.
Zheng Dayong put their only light machine gun in the trench, and Zhao Shiguo served as Zheng Dayong's deputy. Now Zheng Dayong can stand alone.
"Brother Yuan, leave it to me. I will never let the Japanese devils come over!" Zheng Dayong slapped his chest and handed the few machine gun magazines he had to Zhao Shiguo. He closed the machine gun rack and inserted it into the machine gun shooting hole.
Zhao Shiguo warned from the side: "When you shoot, keep shooting, don't hold on to the trigger and don't let go."
"Uncle Zhao, you know, I have killed many little devils with machine guns."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Xia Yuan waved to the scholar and led him out of the machine gun fire spot. He saw Li Youcai lying in the trench, looking at the river in the distance. Shells exploded around him, rolled up.
The mud was as dense as raindrops, hitting the helmet with uneven impact sounds.
"The Japanese are building bridges. We can't let them build the bridges." Li Youcai realized the seriousness of the matter. This was by no means a probing attack by the Japanese army. They had already begun building bridges, so it must not be a probing attack.
"Adjutant Li, are you sure there's no big problem?" Xia Yuan glanced at him and turned to ask Li Youcai.
Li Youcai couldn't make up his mind. He was an adjutant and deputy battalion commander. In fact, he was just Zhang Guangqi's personal guard and bodyguard. The 160th Battalion was a family-style battalion headquarters. Zhang Guangqi's father was also the brigade commander of a certain brigade. In order to let him
His son is better trained, and only Zhang Guangqi has the final say in a battalion.
"Why don't you talk to the battalion commander about this matter? Once the Japanese begin to build the bridge, it means that there will not be too few troops passing through here. Maybe there was an error in the previous intelligence?"
Xia Yuan pursed his lips and stared at Li Youcai.
The strength of the Japanese troops on the other side is about one squadron, which is only a temporarily stationed force and is not considered an offensive force. Once the Japanese army starts to build a bridge, it means that the attacking Japanese force must be more than one squadron, and its size is definitely a large group.
The artillery shells kept falling. The Japanese army seemed to be going crazy and kept pouring artillery shells. Most of the fortifications in the forward positions were destroyed to pieces. The bodies of the national soldiers were blown to pieces, and the broken bodies were dyed red.
The soldiers walking past had no time to look at the muddy water on the ground. There was blood foam in the mud.
The rumbling sound was so loud that Li Youcai could no longer hear Xia Yuan's voice. He shouted: "The Japanese are coming, so I will use the knife behind me to greet them!"
Xia Yuan glanced at him and said nothing. The shells falling from time to time forced them to lie down in the trenches. The bridge built by the Japanese had already reached the middle of the river. The Japanese troops on the other side were using grenade launchers with the support of fierce artillery.
, adjust the position and direction, and attack the bunkers and fortifications of the national army positions.
"Scholar, can the grenade hit the Japanese bridge?" Xia Yuan took advantage of the lull in the artillery fire and turned to the scholar and shouted.
"Brother Yuan, I can't beat you." The scholar was not very sure: "But I can give it a try."
"How many shells are left?" Xia Yuan asked again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Three." The scholar touched the cannonballs in his arms and responded loudly.
Three artillery shells will never destroy the steel bridge built by the Japanese. Xia Yuan stopped saying anything. The Japanese army was determined this time. Three artillery shells could not change the situation. Once the Japanese army tore a hole in the 18th Brigade, they would
Like a hungry mosquito seeing a naked person.
This hole will eventually continue to expand and radiate the entire 18th Brigade's defense line.
Even if their side can hold it, it's not certain whether other lines of defense can hold it.
Xia Yuan gave orders to Zheng Dayong and Zhao Shiguo. If they couldn't hold on, they should run away immediately with their guns in hand. Don't be reckless and fight the Japanese.
The rumbling artillery fire began to extend backwards. The soldiers in the forward position thought that the nightmare was over. They leaned out and saw the Japanese troops on the other side of the river beginning to forcefully cross. Their hearts were suddenly filled with fear.
"The Japs have crossed the river!!"
I don't know who shouted at the top of his voice, and the voice sounded extremely sharp and harsh.
"Scholar, no matter whether you can hit or not, just try your best, the Japanese are starting to cross the river."
The Japanese were smart. They not only built one bridge, but started building it from several places at the same time when the artillery fire began. The Japanese soldiers jumped into the water and used their own flesh and blood to
Attracting the bullets from the Nationalist Army's positions, it would be basically impossible for the Nationalist Army to destroy those bridges.
The scholar held the grenade and walked along the winding trench. When he passed by a corpse, he tripped over a hard object under his feet and fell on the corpse unprepared.
The shocked scholar stood up in a hurry. There was a stone in the muddy trench. The scholar was slightly startled. He squatted down and groped around. In the bloody mud, there was a stone wrapped in it.
The other end of the iron chain was tied to the corpse's ankle.
He pulled with his hand and pulled out one leg of the body soaked in the mud.
The scene in front of him made the scholar's mind explode. This man was actually tied to a stone by an iron chain, and his abdomen was torn open by a Japanese artillery shell. A huge gash was ripped open in his abdomen. When he pulled like this, his gray internal organs trembled.
The seeds flowed out from the big hole and flowed into the mud.
This scene deeply hurt the scholar. He got up from the ground, his head was buzzing, and he walked in the trench in a daze. There was no order given to him by Xia Yuan in his mind. He saw a skinny figure in front of him.
He was hiding in the trench, holding his head in his hands, as if he was frightened by the Japanese shells.
He didn't have a gun either. When the scholar got closer, he realized that the gun was thrown into the mud beside him. The scholar also noticed that there was a raised stone in the mud, which was covered with a layer of mud. As she thought, the stone
There was an iron chain on his body, and the chain was tied around the ankle of this thin man, preventing him from escaping. No one could untie him. If the Japanese came over, he could only fight to the death with the Japanese in the trench.
As the scholar walked forward, more and more people appeared like this, tied with a big stone and an iron chain. Most of them were wearing tattered military uniforms, with iron chains around their ankles, connected to the stone. Once the
When the Japanese invaders came, these chained people could not move or even escape until the Japanese invaders rushed into the trenches and were killed by the Japanese invaders.
The scholar staggered as he walked, and finally fell down in the mud. Only then did his confused mind remember Xia Yuan's explanation. He quickly touched his chest and found that the bulging chest had shriveled up at some point.
Three artillery shells were lost, and only one grenade tube remained.
The scholar immediately panicked, "Cannonball, I can't throw the cannonball away."
He turned around and hurriedly looked for it.
At this time, the battle had broken out, and the Japanese troops were launching a fierce offensive. In the machine gun fire center, Zheng Dayong controlled the machine gun and fired at the Japanese troops in the water.
After one round of shooting, the Japanese had discovered them, adjusted the direction of the grenade, and aimed at Zheng Dayong's position. Zhao Shiguo heard a sharp whistling sound above his head, stood up hurriedly, and gave Zheng Dayong a slap in the face.
Drag him down: "Don't die, the Japanese artillery shells are coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and artillery shells fell in the trench next to them. One of the Japanese artillery shells went sideways.
Zheng Dayong was still frightened and his heart was beating hard: "Uncle Zhao, the Japanese artillery shells came here by smell."
"You are stupid. The Japanese are just staring at your machine gun. When the machine gun fires, they will definitely use artillery shells to greet you." Zhao Shiguo crouched and looked through the shooting hole at the Japanese troops on the river in the distance. The gunshots around him became more intense.
, then said in a hurry: "Put up the machine gun, and there are a few magazines. After firing one magazine, let's change places. We can't stay in one place for a long time. Do you still remember what Xia Yuan said?
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"Remember, take a shot and change places." Zheng Dayong thought for a while and said.
"That's right, machine guns are the same as rifles, but machine guns are more hated by the Japanese than rifles. It's the same as when we see the Japanese's machine guns, we always want to take down the little Japanese's machine gun positions first.
Already."
Zhao Shiguo said: "Who is really capable of taking down the Japanese machine gun positions? Those special girls have to fight with their lives. I'm sorry, the Japanese machine guns are so ruthless. They kill as many as they kill. So,
, I, the Japanese, are just like us and cannot stand machine guns."
He handed the magazine to Zheng Dayong and continued: "If you can't see what's going on, if we can't see it, we'll use men to attack it. If they can't see it, we'll use artillery to bomb it. If the shell just hit, we both have to play."
over."
As soon as he finished speaking, chirp! A shell fell from the sky and slammed into the machine gun fire point. Zhao Shiguo had quick eyesight and quickly threw Zheng Dayong to the ground. The deafening roar engulfed the two of them, and the wooden beam above his head was destroyed.
It exploded, shrapnel tore through the wood, and splinters flew everywhere.
"You brat, get up quickly." Zhao Shiguo grinned and got up from Zheng Dayong, dragged the boy up and stuffed the magazine into him, "Go and beat me, remember to change places after the beating."
Boom, another artillery shell fell next to them. Zhao Shiguo cursed: "What a special code. The Japanese devils don't tell people to stop. They are going to beat us to death. Don't let them go."
"Uncle Zhao, I won't let them go." Zheng Da replaced the magazine of the light machine gun, went to the inclined shooting hole, aimed at the Japanese soldiers crossing the river in the distance, and pulled the trigger. The bullets fired formed a uniform trajectory.
The Japanese soldiers rushing at the front were caught off guard and were pierced by the bullets fired at them.
"Uncle Zhao, five Japanese devils were killed."
Zheng Dayong took off the empty magazine and turned around to shout happily. When he turned around, he saw Zhao Shiguo leaning against the wall with an uncomfortable look on his face. He suddenly realized something, dropped the gun and ran over quickly, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao
,What’s wrong with you?"
Zhao Shiguo took a long breath and said, "I heard it, I heard it. Stop shaking. If you shake it any more, I will fall apart."
He held on and half-jokingly said to Zheng Dayong: "Okay, you are promising. A round of bullets only has twenty rounds, and you killed five Japanese soldiers. You will definitely become a very powerful machine gunner in the future."