If there is still a living person on the top of the mountain, let him live a little longer!
After another five rounds of artillery fire towards the top of the mountain, and a lot of 108 artillery shells were poured out, the six Bofors Mountain Cannons of the Independent Regiment Artillery Battalion began to slowly turn their muzzles amidst the roar of the artillery observers reporting data at a rapid speed.
, 3 gates were aimed at the left wing position of Jiuguan, and 3 gates were aimed at the right wing.
Of course, the top of the mountain cannot be blown up. There are two infantry companies hiding there. They want to cross the top of the mountain and bombard the two groups of Japanese troops who are suppressed at the foot of the mountain, completely crushing their stubborn resistance.
fantasy.
Even so, after receiving a notice from the frontline headquarters that in two minutes they would bombard the Japanese invaders who were being held back more than 300 meters in front of the battlefield. In addition to leaving an infantry squad in the trenches to attack the Japanese invaders in front of the battlefield,
The activity was observed, and everyone else was asked to hide in the artillery hole. Artillery shells are not very eyey. A distance of more than 300 meters seems very far, but for artillery shells, they can hit them if they change the direction slightly.
Here it comes.
Herein lies the difficulty of the so-called infantry and artillery coordination. Without the cover of artillery, it is difficult for infantry to penetrate the defense line. But without elite artillery firing accurately enough, there is no telling who the shell will hit! It can be used against one's own side.
Shelling two to three hundred meters ahead is basically the limit of elite artillery.
But the Red Army still underestimated the artillery battalion of the independent regiment. Infantry and artillery coordination has been a key training subject of the independent regiment in recent years. At its most crazy, it can cover 150 meters in the direction of the infantry attack direction and conduct artillery fire. The air wave generated by the explosion scares the infantry battalion infantry.
After the drill, they caught the artillery battalion and scolded them.
But in this actual combat drill of dancing on the tip of a knife, the officers and soldiers of the Artillery Battalion Mountain Artillery Battery fired artillery fire that was not only confident, but also as accurate as a sniper rifle.
Three artillery shells crossed the ridge and exploded accurately in the natural bunker composed of many rocks where the Japanese troops were hiding at the foot of the mountain.
The rock originally provided the Japanese army with the best cover to avoid bullet fire. Regardless of rifles, light machine guns, or heavy machine guns, the Japanese invaders hiding behind it were helpless. But when the 6.5-kilogram grenade exploded, the enemy was far away.
Stone fragments, which are much more numerous than shell fragments, become super accomplices.
The air waves that are constantly blocked and weakened by various stones are not the most powerful means of killing by shell explosions at this time. The dense stone fragments with no rules and directions show the power of howitzer explosions vividly. Whether they are lying down or covering their heads.
If you try to hide with your head and body shrunk to reduce the area affected by bullets, you will basically not be able to escape bad luck.
It doesn't need to be blown into holes, just a piece of gravel is enough. The stone chip accelerated by the explosion energy to two to three hundred meters per second, even if it is the size of a finger, can easily penetrate the soft human body.
Looking down from the bunker on the hillside, just three artillery shells made the Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain howl like ghosts and wolves. At the same time, regardless of the terrifying rain of bullets that was likely to be fired again from the mountain, they retreated crazily.
Leaving your back to the enemy is death, but staying where you are is even more death. However, the top of Jiuguan Mountain a few hundred meters away has told these remaining Japanese aggressors a truth - there are many Chinese artillery shells, and they are more numerous than them.
Imagination. There are three now, and maybe thirty will greet them later. Anyone who doesn't run is a fool.
Three shells on one side, a total of six shells, had been fired. The mountain artillery battalion, which had just reloaded the shells and was preparing to fire again, suddenly received a request from the front line, asking them to stop shelling.
Because, there is no need. The remaining dozens of Japanese soldiers are running back frantically. Even if the terrifying bullet stream of the two heavy machine guns that restarts roars and kills several of them in an instant, it cannot stop their collapsed will to fight.
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Charge horns were sounded almost at the same time on both sides of the battlefield.
The combat characteristic of the Red Army has always been: stop when ordered.
Not to mention that the enemy troops are in retreat, they will pursue them. Even if the enemy troops are strong and our defense line is in danger, the charge horn may sound. Countercharging in the face of the enemy's bullets and bullets is a glorious tradition of the Red Army that will remain until the next eighty years.
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Otherwise, how could Liu Lang, facing an enemy several times his own, jump out of the trench and charge with a dozen remaining soldiers facing the Japanese bayonets! Although it seems a bit silly to give up the trench that can protect himself, but
On the battlefield, what determines victory or defeat is sometimes not just the equipment or superior firepower, but also the energy, the energy that even if you kill me, I will make you lose arms and legs.
Any troops with this spirit, whether they were the Red Army or the National Army, would inflict heavy losses on the Japanese invaders who had superior firepower and individual quality of soldiers in a total war.
As the saying goes: those who are violent are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives. Without this spirit, how could the Red Army have gone through hundreds of battles in one year, broke through the siege and interception of hundreds of thousands of troops, and even ran away with 25,000 troops?
distance?
It can be said that in this aspect alone, the Red Army is unparalleled in the world. Even the Independent Regiment is a little behind them in this aspect. After all, the Independent Regiment has not experienced the miraculous year of the Red Army. It is like a piece of steel.
, was placed on the chopping block and tempered repeatedly to become fine steel.
But now, the gray-blue figures swarming out from the top of the mountain with Hanyang Zao in hand are all the elites left by the red army from that year.
In the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel Shoichi Okazaki, whose eyes were dull, the khaki ones of the imperial cavalry that he was proud of were running back like crazy dogs, while the two groups of gray and blue were chasing after each other.
Soldiers who fell behind were constantly being shot dead by the Chinese who calmly raised their guns.
Humiliation replaced despair in the eyes of the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel. His soldiers could be killed by cannons, guns, or Chinese bayonets, but they could not be chased like weak chickens without any resistance.
die.
"Baga! Yours, turn around and fight back." Okazaki waved his command sword, roared and rushed towards a wave of Japanese troops.
Perhaps they saw their commander running over with a gleaming command knife. The panic in the hearts of the Japanese troops who withdrew from the right-wing position gradually stabilized. Under the command of their equally embarrassed lieutenant and squadron leader, they resumed the search on the spot.
They took the bunker and prepared to turn around and fight to the death with the charging Chinese army.
Although they collapsed under the fierce fire of the artillery battalion, they were able to regroup under the orders of their superiors and restart their counterattack in the face of superior enemy forces. This group of Japanese cavalry proved their eliteness with facts and at the same time defended the honor of their cavalry.
It has to be said that the Japanese army in the early days of the war was extremely strong in terms of individual soldier quality and fighting will.
"Damn it, the little Japs are so tough, they can handle this to death." Commander Ye, who was standing on the top of the mountain in the distance with a telescope and carefully observing the battlefield, saw the Japanese troops regaining their footing and chasing the charging troops.
Shooting, several gray-blue figures fell to the ground, with anger on their faces, punched the trench, and said sternly: "Corpser, blow the charge horn for me again, I want to see if they are hard."
I am still tougher."
"Tick-tock-tock-tick..." the Charge resounded through the mountains again.
"Kill..." the same voice echoed throughout the mountains and plains.
"Fix the bayonet." Following the commander's roar, the charging troops who were lying on the ground again and fighting against the Japanese invaders took off the bayonets hanging from their waists and inserted them into the muzzles of their guns.
For a moment, swords and guns were like a forest, and cold light shot out.
Murderous aura overflowing.
At the same time, amidst the heart-rending roar of the Japanese lieutenant, "Bayonets on", the Japanese soldiers also inserted their bayonets into the muzzles of their guns in silence.
The two sides are only 200 meters apart.
At this time, the so-called firepower advantage and the so-called numerical advantage are no longer important.
What is important is the spirit that belongs to the army. On the one hand, we must annihilate the invaders who invade our land, and on the other hand, we must defend the so-called honor of the imperial cavalry.
Now, they don't have any life or death, they only have to insert the bayonet into the opponent's chest.
A group of gray-blue figures and a group of khaki-colored figures roared at the same time, facing each other, picking up the gleaming spears in their hands, and charging without hesitation or words.
"Yo Xi! Kill me." Okazaki Shoichi, who was getting closer and closer to his troops and brandished his command sword, finally showed a smile.
This was the first time the Japanese Lieutenant Commander had laughed since the shelling started on the top of the mountain.
It was also the last time he laughed.
Because Chinese soldiers are never stupid enough to withdraw their bullets before charging. They will empty all the bullets in their guns.
Of course, neither do the Japanese.
"Bang bang" During the process of the two sides facing each other's bayonets, there was a burst of shooting. More than a dozen remaining Japanese troops fell down, and several of the 772 regiment also fell.
"Squad leader..." A young soldier who was only eighteen or nineteen years old tried hard to pull up a squad leader who staggered and fell in front of him, but he couldn't pull him up anymore.
The old squad leader who had taken care of him for more than a year was shot in the chest. The wound the size of a teacup already indicated that he would not survive.
Opening his eyes angrily and pointing forward, these were his only last words for this young soldier who had only been in the army for a year.
Wiping away tears, he roared and fired an angry shot at the soldier in the distance who was wielding a command knife and looked like a Japanese officer.
It stands to reason that at a distance of more than 300 meters, except for sharpshooters, few people can hit the Japanese lieutenant colonel who is still running in anger. Let alone the young soldier who is still running and shooting.
However, God opened his eyes, as if to pay homage to this red warrior who came out of the great strategic shift and died fighting the invaders. The young soldier shot an impartial shot in revenge for his squad leader.
It hit the mouth of the Japanese lieutenant colonel who had just smiled.
The 7.92mm round-nose bullet shattered the front teeth and messed up the entire mouth, then whirled crazily and penetrated the back of the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel's head.