Chapter three hundred and eighty sixth division commander to supervise the battle
Thick, dark red blood gurgled along the streets. Corpses of both the enemy and ourselves, beaten beyond recognition, were piled up in the streets. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Division Commander Wang Yaowu stepped on the blood everywhere and strode towards the position with a gloomy face. The setback of the attack made him feel particularly bad. He had to go to the front line in person to supervise the battle and strive to conquer Neihuang as soon as possible.
He got the news that several elite Japanese divisions from the periphery had rushed towards the Lanfeng area. The blocking troops fought fiercely. If they could not pull out the nail in Neihuang as soon as possible and then eliminate the Dofeiyuan division
, they will be caught in a counter-encirclement by the Japanese army and will be in danger of being annihilated.
"Master, why are you here? It's dangerous here. You'd better go down first and leave it to us -"
Seeing the division commander Wang Yaowu personally carrying a fancy machine gun to the front line, several disgraced regimental commanders were immediately terrified.
"Leave it to you?" Wang Yaowu snorted dissatisfiedly: "Then tell me how this battle was fought?! If we continue to fight like this, in what year and month will we be able to eliminate the Japanese army in the city!"
The leader of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, said with a grimace: "Master, it's not that the brothers didn't try their best. This little devil is too cunning. The brothers who broke in were tricked by them, resulting in many casualties, and we were driven out again."
"I don't want to hear bullshit explanations! I just want to ask you when can we capture it!?"
The commander of the 306th Regiment, Qiu Weida, thought for a while and said: "Master, can you ask the military artillery regiment to support us again? As long as there is artillery support, we can rush in again! We guarantee to recapture Inner Huangcheng within today!"
"The artillery support is gone! The artillery shells have been used up just now."
Wang Yaowu looked at the embarrassed group leaders and said impatiently: "Do you want to fight or not? If you don't fight, I will lead them myself!"
How could Zhang Handuo and the others let their dignified teacher take risks? At this point, they knew that no matter what, they had to bite the bullet.
Commander Qiu Weida gritted his teeth, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet with a clatter, and said viciously: "I won't bother you, Master, do it yourself. I will lead my men! The battle will be over before noon!"
Captain Zhang Handuo also showed his discipline, took the flower machine gun handed over by the orderly, and said: "There are no cowards in our 301st regiment. Even if all the people are dead, we will take down the enemy before noon!"
"Master, leave this place to us!" Zhang Lingfu also spoke with murderous intent.
Seeing that several commanders had regained their fighting spirit, the division commander Wang Yaowu's anger subsided a lot, and he sat down on the blood-stained stone pier with his golden sword.
"I'm right here watching you fight. If I'm afraid to retreat, you can shoot me! If you retreat again! I won't be polite!"
The division commander Wang Yaowu was also cruel. Several commanders stood at attention and saluted Wang Yaowu, then turned around and called the troops to continue organizing the attack.
Several regiments responsible for attacking Inner Huangcheng were also ready to go all out. Even the regiment leader Zhang Handuo was ready to lead his men personally. Naturally, Yang Ling, the deputy regiment leader, could not stay back and watch the fun. The entire regiment quickly prepared for battle.
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This attack did not have the support of artillery fire and broke into the spider web-like streets. It was very difficult to attack, but the brothers had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack.
"Brothers! The Japs have become cowards! There is nothing to be afraid of. Rush over and kill them! We will win!" The regiment leader Zhang Handuo also threw away his helmet, and his hair on his bare head was sticky with blood.
, his hoarse voice roared with all his might.
"Okay! Kill the Japanese!" the brothers raised their arms and shouted, pulling the bolts and loading bullets one after another, with high enthusiasm for fighting.
Several attack battalions once again stood on the attack line. They were very close to the Japanese across the street, so close that they could see their ugly faces under their mesh helmets.
The brothers lay in darkness behind the ruins, with their guns pointed at the Japanese.
“Tum—Tum—Tum—”
A shrill roar passed over the heads of the brothers, and the medium-sized mortars assigned to each regiment took the lead in firing at the Japs across the street.
Although these mortars are not as powerful as those mountain cannons, they are more flexible and useful in the streets.
There was a deafening explosion, and a mushroom cloud mixed with gunpowder smoke suddenly rose into the air. Under the violent vibration, the crumbling rubble fell down, and the sand also fell down, like a gray waterfall.
The Japanese soldiers who were busy repairing the fortifications were suddenly blown to the ground, and their broken arms and legs were thrown into the sky in a swirl. In just one breath, the opposite side of the street that was originally visible was filled with smoke and turned into smoke.
It turned into a thick fog, and only blood-curdling screams could be heard.
"Smoke bomb!" Zhang Lingfu, the deputy brigade commander, leaned against the broken wall and shouted forward.
The brothers waved their arms and threw out the smoke bombs they had prepared. The yellow and red smoke quickly spread with the wind, mixed with gunpowder smoke, and covered most of the inner Huangcheng.
"superior!"
The commanders of each team waved to the brothers in low voices.
Several battalions of attacking troops continued to spread like a wave, quickly overflowing through the streets and ruins, filling the limited space to the brim. The wave continued to spread forward.
The attacking troops were spread out, and several battalions of troops marched together in a dark mass. Their shoes stepped on the rubble obstacles, making dull collisions and clattering sounds. The dense footsteps sounded like thousands of troops, with a fierce momentum.
"Snapped!"
The Japanese soldiers whose vision was restricted felt a little panicked. They hid behind the obstacles, opened their blood-red eyes, listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and fired nervously.
The distance was too close. A brother who bent forward and rushed forward was only more than 20 meters away from the Japanese who fired the gun. The bullet penetrated his helmet and drilled a bloody hole in the back of his head.
The blood with a fishy smell spurted onto the faces of the brothers behind, and they suddenly turned red. The sound of gunshots became the last straw to crush the silence. The Japs hiding everywhere opened fire one after another.
In this thick smoke, the light of the gunfire was like lightning in the dark clouds, and countless brothers who rushed forward groaned and fell to the ground.
The Japanese soldiers opened fire, and intensive firepower poured into the smoke. The casualties among the brothers increased sharply, but the sound of gunshots was like a reminder, forcing the trotting brothers to start running and charging.
The brothers ran wildly and rolled forward one by one, throwing strings of grenades at the Japanese, and rumbling explosions sounded one after another.
Most of the roaring Japanese firepower points were quickly destroyed by the explosions at these distances. The dark brothers rushed forward, raised their guns and stabbed at the Japanese soldiers who pulled the gun bolts.
"ah!"
"Well!"
A sharp bayonet plunged into the Japanese's chest, but he did not stay there for three seconds before quickly pulling it out, and then continued to rush forward. The injured Japanese had to be dealt with by his brothers behind him.
The brothers were in groups of three as in training. One brother kept firing at the Japanese, while the other brother rolled and threw grenades at the Japanese in front. The Japanese were beaten back steadily by this combination of punches.
The Japs wanted to shoot, but the grenade had already fallen at their feet. Before turning around and running a few steps, the bullets flew over again. The Japs had encountered such a style of attack before, and their defense line was completely shattered in an instant.