The leading T-34 tank was bombed. The rain of bullets that was pouring forward suddenly stopped. The black smoke dissipated. The track on one side of the T-34 tank was blown off. The artillery regiment that was pointing straight ahead suddenly stopped.
It also drooped.
Time seemed to have stopped, and the sound of gunfire around him suddenly disappeared at this moment. Nakamura Saburo seemed to have a look of disbelief on his face. Next to him, Kawai Shinsuke's face also changed quickly, and his expression changed to a frown.
It turned into a surprise.
Kawai Shinsuke slapped his palm fiercely and howled excitedly: "Okay! Great!" He turned his head and shouted quickly: "Quickly... continue to send people up, two teams, no... go.
Three teams must blow up all the Chinese tanks for me!"
Encouraged by the victory just now, the Japanese army began to get excited. Soon, three more groups of Japanese death squads rushed forward, holding explosive packs and howling.
But things did not develop as the Japanese army expected. After the tank group in front paused for a while, the sound of machine gunfire rang out again. As if they were irritated, the sound of machine gunfire this time suddenly became much more intense.
The more intense rain of bullets just now poured towards the Japanese army like a downpour. Even though the three Japanese death squads were taking advantage of the cover of the terrain, facing such a dense rain of metal bullets, they were like flowers watered by floods.
They all became paralyzed.
"Hit...beat me hard and kill these idiots."
The leading T-34 tank was blown up by the Japanese army, which quickly angered all the tank crews of the armored regiment. In order to avoid being hit by stray bullets or Japanese sharpshooters, each tank was firing with the parallel machine guns placed in front of the armor.
, but now many irritated gunners or commanders opened the lids above their heads, leaned out, and fired wildly at the Japanese troops with high-level dual-purpose machine guns placed on the turret.
"Dong dong dong..."
Zhou Xiaobo got out of the turret, holding the handle of the gun tightly with both hands, hugging it hard. The machine gun weighing more than 30 kilograms in his hand kept shaking, and the bullet belt rushed forward with the sound of gunfire.
With the addition of high-level dual-purpose machine guns, the firepower of the armored regiment has been greatly enhanced. When more than a dozen anti-aircraft machine guns fired at a densely populated area of Japanese troops, their powerful power was immediately demonstrated, and ordinary bunkers could not block it at all.
Without the impact of such bullets, trees, bunkers, corpses, and even car steel plates cannot stop the penetrating power of these bullets, and as long as they are hit by these bullets, most of the Japanese soldiers will be covered in flesh and blood and will not survive. As long as the bullets hit
If the bullet hits a thigh or arm, then the entire thigh or arm will be blown up by the powerful force of the bullet. If it penetrates other places, it will hit a large piece of meat and be blown away...
Seeing the two groups of Japanese suicide squads that had just rushed up, all fell to the ground in less than two minutes. Shinsuke Kawai behind him was so anxious that his eyes were burning. He stared and waved his hand, signaling that another group would come up. However, he was stopped by Saburo Nakamura.
He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stopped him again: "Hehe-kun, you can't send more people up. Look, the warriors of the empire have already suffered too many casualties. In less than twenty minutes, we
No less than twenty squads of death squads have been dispatched. Two squadrons are just gone. If this continues without the troops to fight, all the warriors will be wiped out."
Kawai Shinsuke also turned red-eyed. "Then what should we do? If we don't let the warriors hold the explosives to blow them up, why don't we let them pick them with bayonets? I'm sure that as soon as our suicide attacks stop.
The Chinese tanks will definitely come up immediately, and we will all be doomed by then."
"That won't work." Saburo Nakamura shook his head and said: "We'd better order the troops to withdraw to the division commander. At least the artillery regiment will be there. If we retreat there, there will at least be artillery support. If we continue to fight like this, 202
This alliance will really be shattered into pieces."
"This..." Kawai Shinsuke looked around and hesitated: "But the division commander asked us to support the baggage regiment. I'm afraid it will be difficult to save the baggage."
Japan is an island country, and all supplies are hard to come by, so discarding supplies is a big crime, so Kawai Shinsuke hesitated.
Saburo Nakamura gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as there is no big loss of personnel. If there is a loss, we can just ask for redeployment. People are still important."
Hearing Saburo Nakamura, the chief of staff sent by the division commander to supervise the battle, all nodded. Shinsuke Kawai, the captain of the regiment, had nothing to say, "Okay, I will immediately order the baggage regiment to withdraw first, and then let the third group
Let’s take cover from behind and see how much we can withdraw.”
As soon as the Japanese army retreated, the blocking firepower immediately weakened. Wang Zhi, who was directing the battle, felt it immediately. When he saw the Japanese army beginning to retreat, he immediately issued an order to pursue.
When dozens of T-34 tanks hit the throttle together, the scene could be described as earth-shattering. The violent roar of the diesel engine and the creaking of the steel tracks all formed a perfect line beside the sand river.
With the ground concerto, the tank group began to slowly move forward and continue to approach.
"Hoo!" Zhou Xiaobo, standing outside the hatch of the tank with half of his body exposed, tried to take a deep breath. As a result, the air was filled with the same strong smell of diesel as inside the tank.
Although the T-34 tank is far more advanced than the original S-35 Somoa tank, has thicker armor, stronger firepower, and has a longer range, the environment inside the vehicle is still as harsh as the Somoa tank.
"Armored regiment, charge, send these Japanese to hell!" At this time, Wang Zhi's order echoed in the headsets of each tank. Dozens of tanks were covering the front, and hundreds of infantry were following.
The tanks were slowly advancing behind them, and they were constantly compressing the Japanese's living space.
In a temporarily dug shell-proof hole on the side of the road, a staff officer with a bleeding bandage on his forehead was reporting to the division commander, Lieutenant General Nishiyama Yuta, who was sitting on an ammunition box, "Your Excellency, division commander, Saburo Nakamura
The Chief of Staff reported that the Chinese troops encountered by the 202nd Regiment included at least dozens of tanks and hundreds of infantry. Because the Chinese firepower was too fierce, they could not resist it, so they were slowly retreating in our direction!"
Lieutenant General Nishiyama Yuta held the command sword with both hands. At this time, his face was covered with dust, and there was a blood stain on his forehead. He looked miserable. If it weren't for the yellow stars on the brochure on his shoulder, he could still see it.
I'm afraid no one knows that this is a lieutenant general.
He picked up the kettle next to him and unscrewed the lid and was about to drink water, only to find that the kettle was already empty. Nishiyama Yutaizhong said angrily: "How effective is the shelling of China's tanks by our combat artillery and field artillery units?"
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"Your Excellency, the effect is not ideal." The staff officer shook his head in frustration: "The armor of the Chinese tanks is very thick, and it is difficult for our anti-tank artillery to penetrate them from the front. The field artillery wing is now hurriedly deployed to attack them.
It was only when the Chinese tank was bombarded that we discovered that we had to hit the side of the Chinese tank to destroy it, so we were being compressed step by step by the Chinese."
"Baga!" Lieutenant General Nishiyama Yuta couldn't help anymore and threw the kettle aside, making a hoarse clang sound. He said every word with a livid face: "Send a report to the Commander immediately.
, let them send reinforcements to us immediately, otherwise... otherwise the Ninety-second Division will disappear from the Imperial Army's establishment."
"Sir, what a joy! The 1st Armored Division has surrounded the Japanese 92nd Division. Commander Li reports to you that the battle will be resolved by tomorrow evening at the latest and the 92nd Division will be completely annihilated!"
In a ruined temple outside Nanchang City, the communications staff officer happily came to Lin Shiqian who was looking at a map with a telegram in his hand and reported to him the battle that had just occurred near Yingtan.
"No, Quick Loan is still slow. Tell Li Chenzhe immediately and tell him that he must speed up the attack. Our attack must not stop and we must maintain a continuous attack on the Japanese. Then send a message to Wu Chengfeng of the 398th Division.
Report. He was ordered to send Yingtan to assist the Armored Division before dawn tomorrow at the latest, and the 92nd Division must be eliminated!" In order to show his determination, Lin Shiqian punched the table hard after finishing speaking.
, made a muffled sound.
"Bang bang bang..."
Several flares rose in the sky, making the desolate suburbs appear green and particularly eye-catching. After an afternoon of fierce fighting, the 1st Armored Division relied on hundreds of tanks and airborne fighters to defeat the 92nd Division.
Heavy casualties, more than half of the more than 13,000 people in the division had been killed and wounded at this time. The remaining more than 6,000 remnants were all compressed into a narrow strip of only more than ten square kilometers. At this point in the battle, both sides were almost
Fighting like crazy. All the Japanese soldiers knew that if they could not break out of a bloody road, they would have to wait until tomorrow. Those Chinese reinforcements would definitely arrive, and the only thing waiting for them would be death. And the soldiers of the 1st Armored Division
I have also been informed that if the 92nd Division cannot be completely annihilated before dawn tomorrow, the brothers of the 398th Infantry Division will arrive and take a bite out of the credit that originally belonged to them. This is
They don't want to see it anyway.
"Da da da……"
In an abandoned small village on the roadside, a dozen Japanese soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles were hiding next to a low stone wall in the village. There was a gap in the wall blown by a shell. Through the gap
The panicked Japanese soldiers saw running Chinese soldiers again, numbering about twenty or thirty in number. They were moving quickly outside the village in groups of two or three. They pressed their gray-black submachine guns against their bellies and fired, as if they were shooting.
There were bunches of gorgeous fireworks.
A Japanese soldier loaded a row of bullets into his rifle and then pushed the bolt hard. He aimed a shot through the gap at a Chinese soldier on the opposite side who was shooting wildly.
"Bang!" With a sound, the Chinese soldier fell to the board. Before waiting, the Japanese soldier showed a smile and pulled the gun bolt. Two long black objects were thrown over from the gap.
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"Grenade!"
A dozen Japanese soldiers hiding in the stone wall screamed and fell to the cold ground. They were no strangers to the black long-handled grenade thrown into the room. It was a German-made M24 offensive and defensive grenade. Although the first
The Seventh Army was also equipped with the lighter melon grenades, but the Chinese infantry preferred to use this long-handled grenade.
This kind of grenade weighs 0.6 kilograms, and it is very powerful. It is not even less powerful than the Japanese army's Type 92 infantry artillery shells. And the most important thing is that this kind of grenade is very long, reaching a length of 300 meters.
Sixty-five millimeters. Due to the lever principle, soldiers with basic training can throw it far and accurately.
During the battle, Japanese soldiers discovered that Chinese soldiers could generally use a standing posture and could often throw such grenades to a distance of fifty meters or more. This distance was beyond the reach of all the grenades and grenades equipped by the Japanese army.
"Boom boom!"
Hearing two loud noises from the front, three Chinese soldiers who were not far away rushed over. Because the low wall was shrouded in smoke and it was night, the inner vision was extremely poor. The three Chinese soldiers rushed over.
The moment they passed the low wall, they fired wildly in front of them. They fired another shot at the Japanese soldiers who were stunned by grenades.
An officer holding an MP38 submachine gun shouted into the distance: "Platoon Commander Xiang, take your people and clean up this village immediately. Be careful, don't get shot in the face by the little devil who is pretending to be dead!"
The night attack went smoothly, beyond Li Chenzhe's expectation. According to Nishiyama Yuta's estimation, the Chinese attack should have stopped after dark, because night is definitely not a good time for fighting, and the Chinese are armored forces.
, if the armored troops attack in the dark, it will be like giving away food. As long as a few Japanese soldiers hide in a dark corner and throw explosive bags on the tank, it will be an excellent target, so Nishiyama Yuta does not
It was expected that the Chinese army would start attacking again after it started to get dark.
However, Nishiyama Yuta's prediction was partly accurate. During the night attack, the two infantry regiments were the main force. Under the cover of flares, mortars, and distant tank guns, they attacked the Japanese army.
Wave after wave of attacks were launched, and their ferocious momentum made even Japanese soldiers who considered themselves samurai feel strong pressure.
Ge Erzhu was a recruit who had just joined the army less than half a year ago. He was very tired after fighting for a long time, but at this moment he was not sleepy at all. He followed his squad leader and did not dare to relax at all. He listened to everyone.
Amidst the noisy gunfire, he didn't know how many Japanese troops were around. The only thing he could do was to follow closely behind the squad leader and look around vigilantly. After a day of fierce fighting, this originally desolate small village
There are few intact buildings left.
"Bump..."
Two more flares flashed across the sky, emitting a dazzling light. Affected by the sudden light, Ge Erzhu couldn't help but squint his eyes. However, the moment he squinted, the corner of his eye suddenly spotted someone more than two hundred meters away from him.
There seemed to be a reflective light next to a small hill.
He looked forward with wide eyes, and found that there seemed to be a few black shadows flashing across there. He couldn't help but stepped forward, took the monitor's hand, and whispered: "Squad monitor, there seems to be something going on there."
Ge Erzhu's squad leader is from Wutai, Shanxi Province. He is relatively short in stature. He always wears a small gourd filled with rice vinegar on his waist. He always likes to take a sip when he has nothing to do. And because his surname is Chen, he is a member of the company.
He was nicknamed Lao Chen Jian, but over time no one even called him by his famous name.
Although Lao Chenjiu is short, he is very agile in fighting. Although he was born in the Jinsui Army, he is not the type who fights bravely, but he is one of the people in the company who has more clever ideas in fighting.
After seeing Ge Erzhu's words, he squinted his eyes and observed for a while, then nodded and said: "Okay, let's all go over and have a look, but let the brothers be careful. Our class has been playing all day today and it hasn't happened yet."
There is only one casualty, but I don’t want to miss out on a few when the roll call comes after we fight the Japanese.”
"Understood."
More than a dozen soldiers around him nodded, followed Lao Chenjiu and carefully wiped it forward.
The battlefield is the cruelest examination room, but it is also the best teacher. After half a day of fighting, the soldiers' usually unfamiliar tactical movements have begun to become more decent. They were divided into four combat groups and dispersed.
Slowly move toward the hill in front of you.
When they were six or seventy meters away from the hill, they could faintly see the cold reflected light of bayonets around them.
Lao Chenjiu felt nervous. Although soldiers from all countries in this era were generally equipped with bayonets, unlike the Japanese army, the Seventh Army did not emphasize or support soldiers trying to insert bayonets on their rifles during combat, because this
It will affect the shooting accuracy of the Garand rifle. Therefore, Lao Chenjiang immediately judged that the figure in front was the Japanese army. He quickly turned back and shouted in a low voice: "No, everyone, hurry up and prepare for battle. This is most likely a Japanese headquarters!"
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The soldiers who had been tempered by the artillery fire were even more dispersed. They were approaching the hillock in groups of three and three. The rifles and submachine guns in their hands were all loaded and ready to fire at any time.
When they reached a distance of fifty meters from this hillock, Lao Chenjiu stopped first and said to behind him: "Little Shandong, Ge Erzhu, you go ahead and try to throw a grenade."
"Okay."
Ge Erzhu immediately knelt down, took out an M24 grenade from the canvas pocket on his waist, unscrewed the cover, and winked with another soldier next to him. The two of them pulled the fuse without saying a word.
He hesitantly threw the grenade forward.
At this time, the advantage of the long-handled grenades being thrown far and powerful was brought into play. The two grenades exploded with a loud noise, accompanied by several screams. After that, the entire hill was like boiling water, and rows of bullets immediately shot towards them.
Ge Erzhu and the others fired in this direction. The firepower was so fierce that even Ge Erzhu could see that at least seven or eight more machine guns were firing at them at the same time. (To be continued...)
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