The three hundred and fifteenth chapter began to attack
At this time, Nakamura Ryota saw Ono, who was nesting behind the low wall, suddenly stand up as if he had some kind of mental illness. As soon as Ono stood up in panic, Nakamura Ryota saw Ono fall to the ground again, his
The brain is gone.
"Boom...boom...boom"
"Boom...boom...boom"
Looking at Ono who had lost his head, Ryota Nakamura heard the sound coming into his ears clearly. The dense explosions coming from around him were far beyond Ryota Nakamura's imagination. The explosions were even as dense as the sound of cannons during the Chinese Spring Festival, accompanied by
The sky that had just gained a glimmer of light from the explosion was once again shrouded in black smoke. What was heard was the "whooshing" sound of the blown fragments passing through the air, and more importantly, the screams of the soldiers on the battlefield.
Voice.
"Ah! Help me!"
"Xiaojiao-kun..."
Nakamura Ryota, who was lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, saw a soldier on the other side struggling hard. The soldier shouted loudly while struggling. Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Nakamura Ryota took a closer look.
It was Jiro Kojima, a fellow countryman who was in the same team as him, so he shouted loudly to him to come over here, but Jiro Kojima could only shout while struggling to crawl. Only then did Nakamura Ryota see that Jiro Nakajima's legs had been
The cannonballs exploded, and red mist-like blood continued to spurt out from the broken leg.
Seeing all this, Ryota Nakamura couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Looking at dead bodies and broken limbs everywhere in front of him, Ryota Nakamura felt a heat between his legs and a stream of liquid flowing out from between his legs.
"Order the troops to move one degree to the right and extend fifty meters..."
At the command post of the artillery brigade, Wang Dezi listened to the data coming back from the observation post in front, and constantly adjusted the shooting angle and direction. For artillerymen, the observer is their eyes. Without the accurate report of the position by the observer, they would
It will be like a blind man holding two revolvers, who can only fire the gun randomly.
"Quick...speed up!"
Wang Dezi, who had already run to the front line, tore off the Feng Ji button on his collar and was constantly urging the gunner to speed up the firing. After a while, he couldn't get enough of the sight and even took off his coat, revealing what was underneath.
shirt, and crossed his arms to load the cannon himself.
"Everyone speed up, I must level Xiaori's position!"
The position where Wang Dezi was at this time was a 155 howitzer position. The gun position was surrounded by empty shells and boxes, and dozens of empty ammunition were piled up like a hill.
Although Wang Dezi didn't know that the gun position he was at at this time had already fired faster than the best results during normal training, he still felt that the gunners' firing speed was still too slow, so in desperation, he personally picked up the
He used the feeding stick and began to push the shells into the cannon bore. He fed more than a dozen cannonballs weighing several dozen kilograms into the cannon bore in one breath, and the speed gradually slowed down until the barrel started to turn red.
"boom……"
When the first artillery shell fell into the Japanese position, Saito Rizaburo, who had just dragged his exhausted body back to the division headquarters, secretly screamed something bad, and then he was pressed down tightly by the guards around him.
On the ground of the headquarters. The orange-red flames produced when the artillery shells exploded, accompanied by violent explosions, throwing steel fragments around. Saito Ritsaburo, who was protected by two guards, listened to the dense explosions and artillery shells in his ears.
Or the whistling sound of broken pieces, I couldn't help but feel frightened and angry.
What surprised him was that the Chinese artillery fire was so fierce. Having been a soldier for more than 20 years, he knew that the minimum caliber of these artillery shells was over 155 millimeters just by hearing it. Judging from the sound of the artillery, there were at least hundreds of them.
The artillery was firing intensively. What I was angry about was the pressing pressure of the two divisions in front of me. These Chinese people dared to launch an attack on the army of the Japanese Empire, which had an absolute advantage in strength. Are they crazy?
Although his heart was filled with hatred, Rizaburo Saito sadly found that he had no choice at all at this moment. There were exploding shells and flying shrapnel everywhere. Now he didn't even dare to get up and could only stand in front of him.
Under the protection of several guards, he lay on the ground and did not dare to move.
Saito Rizaburo felt a strong sense of shame rising up, and he secretly made up his mind to make those hateful Chinese people look good later. After the artillery fire coverage ended, he immediately ordered the heavy artillery brigade behind him to issue an order
. Let them immediately counterattack the Chinese artillery. It is not the style of the Imperial Japanese Army to just be beaten without fighting back. By the way... we must also send a telegram to Commander Guzhuang Qianlang immediately and ask him to immediately send a plane to attack those hateful people.
The Chinese artillery blasted it cleanly.
Feeling the tremors of the earth on his chest, the anger in Saito Rizaburo's heart continued to accumulate, but he also knew that this level of artillery preparations could not last long, and would have to stop in half an hour or at most an hour.
, otherwise, whether it is the life of the artillery, the ammunition or the gunners' intolerance, as soon as the Chinese artillery stops, it will be their time to retaliate.
Sure enough, Saito Risaburo's judgment was still very accurate. After about half an hour, the overwhelming artillery fire slowly stopped, and finally the entire battlefield became silent, as if the shelling had never happened.
land.
"Quickly, order all the troops to enter the position, the Chinese are about to launch an attack!"
As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the Japanese troops who were hiding in the artillery holes and were not killed immediately got out and began to enter the position under the command of the officers. However, when they came to the position, they found that the neat position was now empty.
It was like being blown by a strong typhoon, and everything looked miserable. Countless bomb craters were scattered on the battlefield. The trenches, machine gun fire shelters, foxholes and other things that had been dug looked like they had been blown over by a strong typhoon.
A weak woman who yells for indecency usually becomes mutilated.
When the Japanese army began to gather, Ryota Nakamura, who had narrowly escaped death and saved a small life, discovered that his squad leader had been cut into two pieces by shrapnel in the shelling just now, and now only the squad of more than fifty people was left.
More than twenty people were taken down, and the person in charge was only a sergeant commander.
"Baga, can such a battle still be fought?"
Ryota Nakamura murmured, and followed the sergeant commander into the scattered position with the Type 300 rifle he picked up from nowhere.
The north wind with a hint of heat blowing from the north blew away the thick gunpowder smoke that enveloped the position. The black smoke that filled the position gently trapped everything. What started suddenly was earth-shattering and ended suddenly.
The silence made the Japanese soldiers feel miserable. At this time, the sky had begun to brighten, and Japanese soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms continued to enter the position one after another.
Nakamura Ryota was lying behind a pile of dirt. This was originally a foxhole, but now there was only a pile of dirt. He endured the pain in his ears. At this moment, his head was buzzing.
I couldn't hear any other sounds. I felt liquid flowing out of my ears, so I touched it with my hand. It was blood. Nakamura Ryota's ears were shocked and bleeding from the previous shelling.
"Baga, am I going to go deaf?"
With this discovery, Ryota Nakamura became a little dazed. He didn't pay attention to some things behind him in the haze. He didn't wake up until a sharp pain came from behind. He quickly turned around and found that the sergeant commander was looking at him fiercely.
, his mouth was opening and closing to curse something. Although Ryota Nakamura couldn't hear it, he knew it was definitely not a good thing.
Nakamura Ryota quickly pointed to his ears, indicating that he could no longer hear. Only then did the sergeant commander notice the two traces of blood on his ears, and then he closed his mouth angrily, and pulled him up and walked to the front desk.
In front of the Type II heavy machine gun, he motioned for Nakamura to come up and operate the machine gun.
"Oh, let me use this machine gun?"
Nakamura was a little dumbfounded. Only then did he remember that he had been a machine gunner for two months when he first joined the army. However, due to his poor skills, he was kicked to the lower team by the captain and became a machine gunner.
Rifleman, do you want to return to your old profession today? But why is he even assigned a deputy? Just as he was about to say something, he saw the fierce light in the eyes of the sergeant commander. Nakamura did not dare to say anything, so he had to obey.
He climbed up to the heavy machine gun and inspected the machine gun. Seeing this, the sergeant commander nodded with satisfaction and walked to the side.
After a while, Nakamura finished checking the machine gun and loaded another magazine of bullets into the machine gun. Four or five minutes had passed. At this time, Nakamura felt that his ears had regained hearing, but at the same time, there was a rumble.
The roaring sound also reached his ears.
"Baga, it's a Chinese tank, they're coming up! Anti-tank guns, aim at the Chinese tank, the target is 600 meters directly in front... let go!"
Nakamura Ryota recognized the voice of the sergeant commander. This guy seemed to be a lot more impressive now that he had temporarily assumed the position of squad leader.
"boom……"
Following the command of the sergeant commander, Nakamura Ryota saw an orange-red flame emitting from the muzzle of a combat anti-cannon not far away, shooting forward quickly, and then disappeared.
"Baga, don't these stupid gunners know how to aim before firing?"
Seeing this situation, Ryota Nakamura despised the sergeant. It would be damned if he could shoot from such a long distance. He really didn't know his last name on his first day as a squad leader. If it were him...
…
Ryota Nakamura is also a weirdo, he actually became distracted on the battlefield where the artillery fire was flying.
However, his distraction soon ended here. The rumblings in front became more and more frequent, and the Chinese tanks also got closer and closer. Soon, tanks painted in grass green appeared one after another.
In front of Nakamura.
"Give Tusi..."
At the same time, the sergeant commander's voice also sounded...
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