Every Japanese soldier lying underground rolled his eyes on the flat and unobstructed battlefield, but they did not dare to move. It was not because of anything else, but because several tanks were attacked by rocket eggs.
It became the largest candle head on the battlefield.
The sky-high flames caused by the oil are dragging the battlefield in front and behind the tanks into light and into a cruel place.
"Second row..."
This was the cry of an officer in the rifle camp, with a clear Yunnan accent, indicating that it was a thousand Yunnan Army officers given to Zhang Sixing by Feng Shengfa of the 158th Division.
Although they may sound like veterans, in fact their combat ability is not strong, because the soldiers in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan smoke the most.
That's why when I arrived at the parachute school, I was picked out by the old smoker, who picked out the "cigarette butts" and dragged me out without any explanation and hacked more than a hundred people. Then I asked the addicted soldiers to start quitting smoking.
To put it bluntly, it's just a matter of tying up the cat's ear and stuffing it into the hole, and then it's up to you whether it's life or death.
But the remaining soldiers were happy, because the paratrooper school did not deduct military pay and military rations were provided in full. Even the officers ate exactly the same as them.
What's more important is that Zhang Sixing said that he would take them back to Yunnan.
In the Battle of Yuhuatai, what surprised the veterans of the Yunnan Army was that the paratrooper school had completely different concepts when fighting with them. For example, when in a trench, a shooting position must not fire more than five rounds (one bridge clip) before it must be moved.
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A battalion's trenches can only contain one company at most, and they can still run around after firing a few rounds. Moreover, they have "mine menders" in front of the position, so they don't worry about Japanese charges at all.
The current situation of individual soldier shooting in holes is completely different.
The officer had to "call the number" and which platoon and squad leader were called would have the chance to shoot.
The soldiers who were squatting in the individual pits with their rifles in their arms suddenly stood up. At this moment, the burning tanks on the battlefield brought light. The earthy yellow uniforms of the Japanese soldiers were so clear on the mainly green Jiangnan land.
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Every soldier will cherish his own shooting opportunity. After all, those who have been holding the periscope observation scope will feel hot in their hearts when they see the enemies hit by others when shooting.
After all, everything from performance to training is competition between squads, platoons, companies, and battalions, as well as competition for military pay and benefits. Every shooting is naturally recorded by the military judges who have been observing with periscope telescopes.
This is a matter of everyone's wallet. It's all about the eyes looking for the target, and their finger on the trigger.
I really want to aim a little longer, I really want to fire two bullets, I really want to kill all these devils by myself.
Someone has calculated that a Japs only cost a few coppers, but sparrows are small but they are nothing more than flesh.
Unfortunately, the time from receiving the order to firing cannot exceed ten seconds. The machine gun is not allowed to fire unless necessary. The depressed machine gunner had no choice but to pick up the 38-inch cap and play with his brothers in single-shot precision shooting.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
Under the single shot of the rifle, one can see the khaki-colored figures who were hit screaming and squirming for the final struggle. Sitting back in the individual soldier's hole, almost all the soldiers covered their ears.
This was to prevent the enemy's grenades, mortars, and infantry artillery from retaliating, but all the soldiers did not care. They just wondered in their hearts whether they had hit the target.
At this time, almost all the soldiers of the Yunnan Army were very envious of those sharpshooters with small mirrors on their guns. Unfortunately, there were only a few sharpshooters in each class, and their income was the highest in the class.
As for the enemy artillery, there are more than ten meters between potholes. Unless you are very unlucky, it is easy for the artillery shells to hit the target. Furthermore, it is easy to decide which is more important, the enemy artillery or calculating your own wallet.
Clearly distinguishable.
Not to mention the soldiers of the rifle battalion, squatting in individual pits and counting their income, the Japanese who were attacked were in pain.
They have never seen such a fool. If they want to attack the underground barbed wire fence and those inexplicable small mines, they will stop everyone's movement. If they want to retreat, they can only rely on the narrow road pressed by the tank tracks, and they can only line up in an orderly manner and slowly move outward.
climb.
Anyone who dares to climb outside must be sure that he is not a living target for others.
I don't know how far away from the enemy's position, everything on the other side is hidden in darkness. But they are clearly illuminated by the artillery of burning tanks. This is so unfair.
"Shoot... shoot back quickly..."
The sergeant commanding the detachment shouted at the top of his lungs, but the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground with their guns raised looked at the dark night with despair in their eyes.
There is no problem with shooting, but there must be a target. Even if you shoot at the place where there was gunfire just now, I am afraid that the people there have already been hiding.
At this time, in the darkness on the opposite side, there was another crackling sound of shooting. What was terrible was that the direction of the shooting was not the same place as the one just shot.
He turned the gun again, and just as he was about to aim at those nasty guys, he stopped shooting.
More and more soldiers were being hit on the side, and the Japanese soldiers tried to crawl back out of the battlefield. However, without the lighting of the burning tank, they could only hold on to the iron wires with their hands to find their direction.
This is really an ironic thing. They are the attackers. The infantry artillery kept firing into the darkness, but they could not suppress the opponent's firepower.
The most terrifying thing is that the opponent did not use all their strength at all, and even their machine guns did not fire.
At dawn, maybe we can take the initiative on the battlefield at dawn, but that damn officer...
In fact, the people of the 13th Division were also very depressed. They were going to rescue the losers of the 114th Division who kept calling for help.
They were attacked by the men of the "Four Elements Demon King", so those guys hiding in the darkness in front of them belonged to the "Four Elements Demon King".
If Jinling were defended by guys like that, how could they win this battle?
In the joint command post, the three people observing the battlefield through periscope observation mirrors were completely convinced by the battlefield defense techniques they learned from the paratrooper school.
I don't know how it would be against the armies of other countries in the world, but there is really nothing to say against the Japanese in front of me.
After all, they don't have that much manpower, so they use their feet to wade through the bullet mines and traps everywhere. Once the tank is attacked, they are not even qualified to step forward to step on the mines.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Guan Shijie subconsciously touched his chin, but what he touched was the annoying face armor. He complained and gave suggestions at the same time.
"This broken-face armor is really in the way. You two need soldiers to guard against artillery. I guess the Japanese are going to use heavy artillery."
With the sound of a whistle, everyone on the battle line formed entirely by individual soldiers huddled at the bottom of the pit.
As if to confirm Guan Shijie's words, somewhere behind the enemy's front line, the sound of heavy artillery roared.
At first, the veterans were very happy. From the warlords' troops to the Central Army, the riflemen were the main combat force of the troops.
But in paratrooper school, that's not the case at all.
Who has ever heard of riflemen shouting when they fire on the battlefield?
The riflemen in the second row quickly stood up from the pit, placing their rifles on a small sandbag as thick as an arm placed beside the pit.