Chapter 337 The End of the Era of Intensive Charge
At three o'clock in the morning on December 12, 1937, the 114th Division in front of Yuhuatai had been completely routed. The defeated troops, which had lost their command, had already rushed to the line of Ande Gate and Fengtai Gate.
This incident attracted the attention of the Japanese military headquarters who directed the attack. In order to prevent an entire division from being wiped out, the Japanese military headquarters requested the Ninth Division near Fengtai Gate to send an additional regiment to flank the Yuhuatai position.
In addition, the 3rd Division immediately entered the position and launched a fierce attack on Ande Gate and Fengtai Gate. After daybreak, the force completely controlled this place. The 18th Division concentrated its main force and jointly attacked the Yuhuatai position after the 3rd Division broke in.
Faced with the strict order from the military headquarters, the Third Division, which received the strict order, gathered three infantry regiments and rushed towards the Andemen and Fengtaimen positions from three directions.
"We need to immediately break through Ande Gate and the enemy's defense line at Fengtai Gate and get out the people of the 114th Division. In addition, we also have to afford the Chinese army to attack Yuhuatai. We must attack Jinling City before tonight."
None of the Japanese soldiers who were listening neatly in the audience spoke. They understood the meaning of the officers' instructions, which was that they needed to use the soles of their feet to stamp out all the bullets, mines and traps in front of the enemy's positions.
The Japanese soldiers of the Third Division somewhat looked down upon the troops that were defeated by the Chinese army. But if they retreated now, they would be looked down upon even more.
"Don't worry too much about the enemy's barbed wire fences and those small mines. Our artillery will keep bombarding their positions until we establish support positions. You will capture the enemy with the support of heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, mortars, and infantry.
In the positions of those despicable guys, you will kill them and let them know how powerful the Imperial Japanese Army is..."
"attack……"
The Japanese Third Division dispatched three infantry regiments with 10,000 troops to attack the Andemen and Fengtaimen fronts.
Needless to say, both sides of the battle on the Yuhuatai defense line of the Jinling Defense Battle devoted their full strength.
"Rumble..."
Various artillery shells fell almost one after another, row after row, from where the barbed wire fence appeared.
For the soldiers of the Parachute School, they have far to hide and no way to escape. As their respectable principal said, "Paratroopers are born to be surrounded."
The violent explosion made the ground look like a boat in a violent storm. The people huddled at the bottom of the pit held their heads and tried to stay away from the wall of the pit.
Outside the individual soldier's hole, it seemed as if some ferocious monster had been dormant. The next moment, it would dig open the small hole and devour the people inside alive.
Everyone was shivering under this fierce and non-stop bombardment. They covered their ears and opened their mouths to breathe in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Everyone's lungs felt as if they were on fire, and they were choking and aching from the gunpowder smoke.
Finally, the assault ended as suddenly as it came. In his ears, which were almost deafened by the artillery fire, he could faintly hear the rapid whistle. Yao Wentian took out the periscope telescope from his body and quietly reached out to observe.
Under the illuminated egg, a large group of Japanese soldiers were running quickly through the minefield. Although sporadic bullet mines were exploding and individual bodies continued to fall, look at the size of the rifles.
He screamed like he was being stabbed with a knife,
"Japanese brigade, the brigade is coming, everyone is ready to fight."
While shouting, he cursed secretly:
Unfortunately, my helmet mine...
Just as he was about to get up and fix the helmet mine that had been blown away by the artillery fire in front of his hole, he heard the "surging" sound of a gasoline barrel cannon coming from somewhere in the middle of the position.
He hurriedly retreated into his hole. When the gasoline barrel cannon threw the grenade, although it hit a large area, its accuracy was really problematic. If he was not careful, the grenade might be thrown on his head.
A few seconds later, the quiet but extremely dense explosions of clay-porcelain grenades came from the front of the position.
He took out his periscope and looked forward. He saw scores of Japanese lying on the ground, but their attack seemed to have no intention of stopping. Moreover, all the Japanese attacking this time were wearing gas masks.
The rubber tube that was originally connected to the canister at the back was now wrapped around his neck like braids. It seemed that he was afraid of being tossed by the offensive tear gas canisters.
"The whole company is here, shooting..."
A familiar voice sounded, and Yao Wentian recognized it as the voice of company commander Hu Yang. He pulled the trigger of the hp90 and loaded the bullet with a clatter, but the safety was not turned on.
He held the helmet and thunder in his hand, and then rushed out of the single soldier's hole.
The layout requirements of the helmet mine are that the first firing range is adjustable, and the distance from the individual soldier's hole is more than two meters.
The light from the lighting egg above the head faded away, and the rows of Japanese figures turned into a blur like a wall.
Darling, there are quite a few Japs here...
With this thought in mind, he quickly placed the helmet mine in front of him, then still lay on the ground and retreated like a gecko.
It was not easy to see a living person, and the Japanese heavy machine guns, rifles, and crooked weapons all pointed at him.
Yao Wentian's hair stood on end, and he felt like he would be torn apart by Japanese bullets the next moment.
At this moment, various weapons sounded on the battlefield almost at the same time. Yao Wentian, who was retreating quickly, touched the edge of his hole with his feet, and his legs quickly fell down.
The Japanese soldiers who were bent forward and charging fell down like harvested crops.
Facing the fire of HMG42 machine gun, we must, must, must not charge in a dense formation. On such a small-scale battlefield, the soldiers cannot disperse at all in the attack of three regiments.
In addition, according to experience on the battlefield of World War I, troops that are too dispersed will have no impact at all.
But this was World War II, and what they faced was the HMG42 machine gun, which was like a "cloth tearing machine." With a maximum rate of fire of 1,500 rounds, it could exert its maximum lethality when facing crowds charging in dense formations.
Finally, Yao Guangtian's feet landed at the bottom of the individual soldier's hole, and then he opened the safety of the hp90 short assault rifle, deflected the gun body, and swept an arc in a continuous fire state.
The fifty-round magazine made the hp90 beat in his hand, and the beating of the muzzle and his movements made the entire bullet pass through the charging Japanese formation like an arc-shaped sickle.