On Baoshan's peripheral defense line, Susumu Fujita was greatly surprised after receiving the news of the rapid defeat of the Sixth Regiment. He never expected that the powerful Sixth Regiment would be defeated so quickly. This defeat also broke his heart.
A plan to quickly capture Baoshan.
"Order the troops to quickly switch to defense." Susumu Fujita understood that he couldn't leave now. Faced with the speed advantage of the armored group, if he retreated now, he would definitely be overtaken by others. Then it would not be a retreat but a massacre.
The Third Division Headquarters is indeed a well-trained unit, and the speed of switching between offense and defense is very fast. Following Fujita Susumu's order, the remaining 18th, 34th, and 68th regiments of the Japanese army immediately
The defense was transferred to the spot. The field artillery unit was also deployed on the spot.
As soon as the troops were prepared, they saw that the Sixth Regiment in front was rapidly being defeated. Colonel Shimada Ichiro, the captain of the Sixth Regiment, was leading a group of troops to bypass the hastily laid defense line of the Third Division and retreat.
Ichiro Shimada came to the division commander, Lieutenant General Fujita Susumu, and said with shame: "Your Excellency, the division commander, you are humble and incompetent, and were repulsed by the Chinese. Please allow me to regroup before launching an attack."
"Shimada-kun, please take your troops down to rest quickly. Your regiment won't have to participate in the battle here." Fujita was surprisingly not angry because he knew that the main reason for this defeat was that he, the division commander, was too young.
He looked at the Chinese army opposite. He did not think that the Chinese army opposite was Chahar's team, and there was also a chariot unit. Shimada Ichiro's defeat was inevitable due to being caught off guard.
"Hi" Ichiro Shimada bowed to the division commander and led the Sixth Regiment back.
"Brothers, work harder and try to drive the third division into the sea."
Zhou Zhen poked his head out of the turret of the tank, turned around and looked at the infantry brothers following him and shouted loudly.
"Hahaha"
The infantrymen following the tanks all laughed and shouted loudly: "The Third Division is the elite division of the Japs. Commander Zhou, are you really sure?"
"That's right, we are fighting elites," Zhou Zhen said, patting his chest.
"Whoosh"
As soon as Zhou Zhen finished speaking, a shell landed near the tank and exploded. The two soldiers who had just been joking with him were immediately blown to pieces.
"Be careful of the Japanese artillery."
Seeing his comrades sacrificed in front, Zhou Zhen had no time to feel sad, so he immediately closed the lid of the command tower and directed the entire regiment to rush forward.
"The grasshopper calls the eagle, the grasshopper calls the eagle, there is enemy artillery fire in front of me, please clear it, please clear it." Since this area was beyond the artillery range of the 4th Artillery Division, the artillery could not support it, so we had to ask the air force for help.
"Quick, speed up the launch."
"Boom boom"
The field artillery unit of the Third Division was desperately firing artillery shells forward. The Type 90 75mm field gun they were equipped with also had certain anti-tank capabilities and was also put to use at this time.
At this time, artillery shells flew forward like raindrops, and the artillery shells continued to explode in front.
Thick smoke shrouded the area more than 400 meters ahead, and the visibility was very low. Inside, it was estimated that one could not see anything more than ten meters away.
At this moment, there were terrible rattles and thumps in the smoke. Several Chinese tanks had already rushed towards the Japanese army, and the tanks' tracks splashed yellow as they crushed the muddy hillside.
mud.
Behind the tank were the Chinese infantry charging forward. They fired forward and began to charge. The Japanese troops who were hiding under various cover immediately stood up and aimed their guns at the smoke-filled battlefield.
I don't know whether it was because of the weather or the strong wind, but Lieutenant General Fujita's body was always trembling slightly involuntarily. He had not felt this feeling for many years.
"Is something bad going to happen today? Or are we going to lose the battle today? The combat power of the Third Division is unrivaled and it will never fail." Susumu Fujita thought secretly.
"boom"
A tank shell hit a Japanese heavy machine gun position in front. It was a 100-millimeter high-explosive bomb. The violent explosion sent the entire machine gun group flying in all directions.
Zheng Xiaoyou led a battalion closely behind the tank and looked around cautiously. The only thing that could protect them in this open wilderness was the tank in front, so protecting the tank was their primary goal.
The ancient Chinese idiom is very apt to describe the relationship between infantry and tanks at this time. Faced with the Japanese army's crazy human bombs and machine guns, artillery attacks and numerical superiority, the armored regiment and the Sixth Infantry Regiment only had
Only by relying closely together can we survive.
"Da da da"
Aiming at fifty meters away, a figure rushing toward the right front was a shuttle. With a loud noise and a ball of fire, the Japanese soldiers who rushed towards him turned into a ball of red blood.
"Click"
"Change the magazine!" Zheng Xiaoyou shouted and took a few steps back. A soldier immediately came from behind and took his original position.
Zheng Xiaoyou took out a drum magazine from his multi-functional backpack and skillfully put it on Somi in his hand. Unlike some non-commissioned officers who were transferred later, the non-commissioned officers who came off the Siberian battlefield all liked to use seventy-round ammunition.
Play drums.
The tragic Siberian battlefield taught them that in a battlefield where life and death are just a matter of seconds, the fewer times you change your magazine, the greater your chance of survival, because you never know when you will be killed for changing your magazine.
Kill the enemy who knows where to jump out.
At this time, the vitality of the Japanese army gradually intensified. The bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the Type 11 light machine gun hit the armor of the tanks in front, making a clanging sound.
"Suppress the enemy's firepower and increase firepower output"
Following Zheng Xiaoyou's order, the firepower output of the team increased significantly, and countless metal bullets rained down on the Japanese army's position like splashing water. Didn't there be a crisp "ding-ding" sound coming from the team?
The sound of the magazine automatically ejecting after the Rand rifle has finished firing.
"say"
A shell landed not far from Lieutenant General Susumu Fujita, and the splashed mud flew to Susumu Fujita's side. The guard next to him quickly threw him to the ground and suppressed him with his body.
Fujita pushed the guard away, climbed up, shook the dirt off his body and yelled: "Why are you panicking? The Chinese cannonballs can't kill me."
"Hi General, I'm sorry."
The young guard lowered his head.
Seeing the slight fluff on the lips of the guard beside him and his somewhat childish face, Fujita Shin slowed down his tone, "You have to remember, if we want to conquer China, we must show the bravery of the emperor.
We must use our bayonets and bullets to teach them a profound lesson. Cowards cannot be conquerors."
"Hey, I will definitely be brave."
"Well, work hard."
After saying that, Lieutenant General Fujita raised his telescope and observed the situation on the battlefield. Judging from the situation of both warring parties, the empire's military strength was obviously superior, but its firepower was always suppressed by the Chinese army. No matter what the opponent used,
Semi-automatic rifles or portable machine guns, their firepower density far exceeds the weapons in the hands of Imperial soldiers.
Coupled with the firepower on the tank, the empire is now in a suppressed state. This fact makes Susumu Fujita feel a little painful. When did the precise shooting that the empire was proud of have little use under the opponent's firepower?
Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Fujita had to painfully admit the fact that the empire's resources were so poor that most soldiers could only use rifles that fired bullets by pulling the bolt.
Facing the enemy's unrelenting bullet attack, all the soldiers could do was to hide in the ditch like mice and shoot secretly. Although the military declared to the soldiers, the Imperial Army only needed one shot to kill the enemy.
It's enough to fire bullets, and firing extra bullets is a waste. But isn't this a sign of helplessness and sadness for the poor resources of the empire?
Previously, when facing off against the Nanjing government's troops who lacked guns and ammunition, the Empire could still maintain its superiority in firepower. However, when facing off against the well-equipped and well-trained Chahar army, this shortcoming was clearly exposed.
"Woo"
A sharp whistling sound came from the air. When the Japanese soldiers on the position raised their heads in horror, they found six huge black shadows passing through the air and heading towards the rear of the Japanese army.
"No, they are going for the artillery position."
Susumu Fujita, who had just woken up, quickly looked back and saw several huge clouds of black smoke rising into the sky. After a few seconds, the deafening loud noise reached Susumu Fujita's ears.
Susumu Fujita closed his eyes in pain. He knew that the field artillery regiment behind him was probably in danger.
Ground troops lacking the protection of aviation can only be a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered in front of the opponent's ferocious air power.
A Stuka drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then shot back. Seeing that the triangular icon in the sight coincided with the cannon on the ground that was constantly spraying flames, the pilot gently pressed
When the button was pressed, a black bomb fell from the belly of the aircraft.
"boom"
Another field gun was blown to pieces.
Zhou Zhen has led the armored regiment to fight for four hours. The madness shown by the Japanese army on the opposite side and the suicide bombs that pop up from time to time make him annoyed. So far, six tanks of his armored regiment have been bombed.
The track was damaged and he was not allowed to be dragged back to the rear by the repair armored vehicle for repair. If it were not for the six regiments of infantry following him, he could not imagine how much the armored regiment would have suffered today.
"Captain Zhou, I am Hu Lian, please answer if you hear me." A familiar voice came to Zhou Zhen's ears.
"I am Zhou Zhen, sir, please speak."
"According to aerial reconnaissance, there is a large group of Japanese troops rushing towards you on your right wing. I order your troops to retreat immediately to the Baoshan position and to the protection range of our artillery. Do you understand? Repeat it. Retreat to the protection range of my artillery."
"Yes, the Armored Regiment understands"
Zhou Zhen reluctantly grabbed the microphone and tuned to the public channel.
"Attention all units. Attention all units. Retreat immediately. Retreat immediately."