Listening to the surprised and confused discussion of the staff around him, Feng Shengfa, the commander of the 58th Division, who was watching the show, was also very surprised. For some reason, the Japanese attacking troops were all lying on the ground, motionless.
Even if they were suppressed by machine guns, they would only be hit by grenades and mortars, but why did they just lie down and not move.
In fact, it’s not the fault that he couldn’t figure it out, but that none of the national government officers at that time understood the power of snipers on the battlefield. And in this era, no one understood the power of silent snipers in war.
An example from World War II was that the officers and soldiers of a company were beaten to death and all the commanders of the company were killed. As a result, the company den did not dare to move all day long.
During the Vietnam War, a monkey sniper could suppress a U.S. battalion. Later, after the U.S. military used heavy artillery to cover and bombard the sniper, the sniper was injured while abandoning his gun and absconding.
It seems that snipers are very powerful, but anyone who knows it knows that wars are not won by one type of soldier.
Just as a Japanese brigade was slowly climbing up the mountain along the crater created by the heavy artillery, the silent sniping of a dozen sniper teams enabled them to experience decades in advance what the US military only experienced in street fighting in Iraq.
The taste that comes.
More than twenty snipers needed to carry out intensive strikes, and even the observers were given the opportunity to snipe.
In this case, there is almost no need for observers to observe. All you need to do is to set up a sniper and send away the Japanese soldiers who dare to take the lead three hundred meters away.
Officers, machine gunners, grenade launchers, messengers, radio soldiers... until these people are eliminated, they are unlikely to take action against ordinary infantry.
Then the helpless Japanese infantry, which had almost no one to command, had no choice but to lie on the ground.
This kind of combat method decades later is not something that the infantry of this era, or the rather backward infantry in the world, are qualified to fight against.
If the officer dared not show his head, he would be beaten to death.
The messengers could not pass orders backwards. No matter they used flags or ran backwards, they would be silently beaten to death.
The heavy machine gun cannot be set up, and cover shooting cannot be carried out, because anyone who sets up the machine gun will be killed.
Only the grenadier soldiers hiding behind the ridge fired a few rounds aimlessly.
God knows if they gained anything, but no one dared to show their heads anyway. At first, the simple infantry might not be ignored, but then those silent attacks also began to take care of the infantry.
One sniper really doesn't have much impact on the battlefield, but the impact of twenty snipers is really huge.
The final result was that a large group of infantrymen from the attacking Sixth Division huddled together in all possible hiding places and acted like cowards.
But God knows where the silent gunmen of the other side are hiding. Anyway, almost every moment someone's head is blown open for no apparent reason. Fortunately, this strange situation quickly attracted the attention of the brigade commander in the rear.
"Why don't they attack? Why don't they attack? Those idiots have disgraced the samurai of the Imperial Japanese Empire. Why don't they attack? Sign up and let them attack. Immediately..."
The captain who directed the attack at the foot of the mountain hid behind a wall made of sandbags and used binoculars to observe the westernmost hill of Niutoushan. The troops always stopped inexplicably, and he was very angry and issued orders to the messengers around him.
But who would have thought that as soon as the flagman stood up, a series of bullets flew over from nowhere.
The messenger who had just raised the eye-catching small flag used to send the semaphore suddenly fell to the ground silently, his legs twitching and he was making a final struggle.
The captain put his head behind the sandbag and asked the people on his left and right in a loud voice,
"A sniper is an enemy's sniper. Who saw it? Who saw it..."
However, no one made a sound, not to mention that they were within 300 meters, and no one could detect the attack of the Type 38 rifle equipped with a silencer. The Type 38 rifle had almost no muzzle flash in the first place, and even more so after the silencer was installed.
There is almost no muzzle flash.
In this case, it is impossible to detect a sniper hidden in the woods a few hundred meters away.
The distance here is no more than 600 meters from the mountain. Even with a silencer installed, a Type 38 rifle can easily hit someone at this distance. It has to be said that compared to the quality of the national military industry, the Japanese military products are still good.
"Heavy machine gun, let the machine gun squadron cover and fire..."
The messengers beside the captain were rolling and crawling, running towards the heavy gunner position that had been set up nearby.
Before the infantry had a firm foothold, no one had the ability to safely carry the heavy machine gun up from the mountain. Especially the barrage of artillery fire in front of them blew away the woods that could have provided some cover.
time, even more so.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug..."
Twelve heavy machine guns fired. Surprisingly, there were not only pheasant necks but also several civilian 24-type heavy machine guns from the national army.
During cover shooting, it is shown that the Min-24 has a much better rate of fire and endurance than the Pheasant Neck. Of course, comparing the Min-24 with the world's worst heavy machine gun, it is really bullying the Pheasant Neck.
The two infantry guns of the artillery squad attached to the brigade also began to fire aimlessly towards the mountain.
However, the quiet mountain forest, if you don't count the noise made by the Japanese, is still silent. There are just demons wandering in the mountain forest, casually and silently harvesting lives one by one.
"The Demon King of the Four Elements, he is really the Demon King. This situation is so weird..."
"A fellow member of the Chongteng Brigade told me to stay away from the Four Elements Demon King. He is not a god that we Japanese are qualified to fight against."
"Don't you know that the Four Elements Demon can conquer anyone? I heard that the descendants of Bian Beichen's Yidao style have become his retainers."
Unfortunately, the god on the mountain, adhering to the principle of killing as many of the opponent's living forces as possible, ordered the fire.
"Peng Peng Peng..."
The heavy roar of the gasoline barrel cannon resounded in the rather quiet Niushou Mountain.
Maybe this matter is not important to the officers at the foot of the mountain, but it is not the case for the infantrymen of the Sixth Division who were suppressed by snipers on the mountain.
"Crazy single-headed bomb...run...run..."
Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs, screaming like a wounded animal, which could be heard far away among the quiet trees.
Like the "Cripple Maker", the "Crazy One-Headed Bomb" is also a terrifying existence spread from the tortured survivors of the Chongdou Brigade.
This scream seemed to awaken everyone's memory. After all, this and the legend of the "Four Elements Demon King" had already spread to all the Japanese troops who participated in the Battle of Songhu along with various casual rumors.
A terrifying existence nicknamed the "Four Elements Demon King" has appeared in the Chinese army. It is best not to attack the place he defends. After all, it is a man who can defeat the Marine Corps and Chongdeng with just one building of the Four Elements Warehouse.