Chapter 1046 Fighting, the wave group seat is very serious
The Japanese troops who came here to attack had already been told that their opponent was the Liu Lang Independent Regiment, which was famous in the Battle of the Great Wall a few years ago. The Japanese commander did not want to increase the enemy's prestige and destroy his own morale, but he did not want the 28th Cavalry Regiment to appear again.
Such a tragedy, where one person was accidentally wiped out by others, made everyone be more vigilant.
As the saying goes: A man is the shadow of a famous tree. The famous title of "Colonel Beast" made the Japanese infantry wary of this unprecedented Chinese army on the mountain, especially when they saw the 28th Cavalry Regiment.
When the remains of his teammates were still hanging like salted fish in the mountains and forests.
In addition, this offensive was very different from the previous invincible offensive battles. Not to mention the veteran lieutenant colonel at the rear who raised his vigilance to the highest level, the Japanese infantry at the front line had their heart in their throats.
.After all, they are the ones who are fighting against the Chinese with their heads up.
Invisibly, these Japanese troops have put the independent regiments that have not yet met them on the same level as them, or even higher.
This is unprecedented. Even though they had fought hard against the 101st Regiment of the 17th Division for 8 hours in Jingxing County, killing 160 people, they did not take that tenacious opponent too seriously. After all,
, that’s just a tenacious opponent.
Just when they saw the barbed wire fence erected by the Chinese more than 100 meters in front of the position that had been ravaged by artillery fire, a group of desperate Japanese soldiers, whose heads were wrapped in white cloth with small sun strips and holding big scissors, were still thinking about how to crawl through it.
At that moment, I suddenly heard the sudden sound of a bamboo flute on the Chinese battlefield. I was naturally frightened and my bladder contracted, thinking that the Chinese had some terrible evil plan.
Those with more imagination even thought of the overwhelming mortar shells flying in the sky. When tanks hundreds of meters away opened fire to suppress the Chinese positions, they used mortars to prove that they had such terrible little weapons.
Cannon.
We can only hope that Amaterasu will bless us. If we want to blow up, we should blow up others. Don’t blow up ourselves. A group of Japanese soldiers were so scared that they almost shrank in and wanted to hide their faces in the soil in front of them.
If you don't hide it deeper, what if shrapnel flies over? The 1st Infantry Brigade led by the old bird is the fist unit of the 77th Infantry Regiment. Its combat effectiveness is said to be the strongest in the 39th Infantry Brigade. This life-saving skill is also leveraged.
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However, the soil on the hillside where the artillery bomb blasted was a bit soft! And why did it still smell a little strange? A trace of doubt flashed in the mind of the Japanese soldier who slammed himself to the ground and lowered his head without hesitation.
Not to mention the frightened Japanese troops who were frightened by the sudden bamboo whistle, even the first battalion and company of the independent regiment on the top of the mountain were also frightened. The deputy battalion commander had given an order before, and everything must be subject to his verbal orders. When will this change?
Has Chengzhu sent an order?
Liu Lang, who was on the front line and had been watching the Japanese troops approaching the first barbed wire fence, suddenly turned around and saw Xiong Er, wearing an iron helmet, sitting boredly in the trench leading to the foot of the mountain more than 20 meters away from the headquarters, holding a
The bamboo whistle is playing.
Next to it, a little nurse wearing a helmet and military uniform, with a red face, was trying hard to snatch the bamboo whistle that was supposed to belong to her from the bear's second hand.
Xiong Er, who is affiliated with the field hospital, came up with the rescue team, which was only more than 200 meters away from the frontline trench, in order to rescue the wounded as soon as possible. The doctors and nurses of the independent regiment were not only in the hospital, but also in other places.
Without wearing white coats, Liu Lang knew that for the Japanese invaders who had never abided by the Geneva Convention, wearing white coats would provide them with a conspicuous target and would become their priority hunting target.
Apparently, Xiong Er, who had been waiting for a long time and had nothing to do, snatched away the little nurse's bamboo whistle and miraculously sounded it.
In the past, whoever made such a fuss during the war, no matter who it was, even if it was a bear, would not be able to avoid the fate of being beaten up by the Langtuan constellation.
But this time, Liu Lang smiled.
What does unintentional planting of willow trees create shade? This is it.
Xiong Er's bamboo whistle frightened the Japanese soldiers and threw them down in the dust. He screamed low. After smiling at the little nurse, Lang Tuanzuo once again looked at him crawling in front of his first barbed wire, which was already a little messy.
The Japanese soldiers smiled unkindly.
He did not issue an attack order because he was still waiting for the best opportunity.
Liu Tuanzuo was very serious about fighting.
A full two minutes passed, and the battlefield was still calm, but the left and right wings had already received fire, and the fighting was very lively.
The Type 89 tanks five to six hundred meters away kept firing cannons to suppress the firepower of their own infantry. There were also grenadier soldiers, relying on the tanks, who also kept firing grenades at the top of the mountain.
The two companies at the front of the 772nd Regiment were not to be outdone. Even if the heavy machine guns did not dare to take the lead easily, the six or seven light machine guns they owned were constantly changing their fighting positions to suppress the advance of the Japanese infantry. At this time, they had a powerful force.
The artillery fire finally played a huge role. The Japanese heavy machine guns did not dare to shoot at the top of the mountain without restraint for more than one minute before they had to move their positions. Otherwise, they would be hit by several mortars, and the outcome would be doomed to be tragic.
That's not something Amaterasu can take care of.
There was already a heavy machine gun group that did not believe in evil. In the third minute of the battle, they were fired upon by four artillery shells. Together with their 92 heavy machine guns, they became fragments all over the sky.
Although the Japanese army had a slight advantage in firepower with the help of tanks, it was by no means as big as the gap between them and other Chinese troops on the Hebei Plain.
The Japanese army has strong tactical literacy and accurate shooting skills. However, the red army, which is composed of elite red soldiers who have experienced thousands of miles of strategic shifts as the backbone, is definitely not weak. Even if they lower their heads extremely low, their marksmanship is also accurate. In addition,
The advantage of the terrain offset part of the Japanese military's advantage in firepower.
On the two flanks, the two sides were evenly matched in attack and defense, shooting at each other from a distance of 300 meters. It was difficult for the Japanese army to make any progress, and the defenders, who were holding back their energy and wanted to kill the Japanese devils, did not succeed as expected.
The Japanese invaders were shot to the point of being knocked upside down, but no one gained much advantage.
But there was still an eerie calm in the central position. The sound of the bamboo whistle seemed like a naughty child's farce. After the whistle, it was all about the nephew lighting up the lantern---as usual.
"Baga! Damn the Chinese, what did they put here? What on earth is this?" A Japanese second lieutenant pulled his face out of the "mud" with some difficulty.
It was really pulled out. The soil in China is really very sticky. If I had to find an adjective, Lieutenant Matsuda, who grew up in the countryside when he was a child, only has one noun in his mind to describe it: fertile.
This is definitely a fertile land. You can look like someone with a smile on your face. At least, that's how Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was born in a farm family, feels.
As the commander of the desperate team responsible for clearing obstacles, more than 40 people led by Second Lieutenant Matsuda rushed to the front of the entire infantry squadron, at least fifty meters away from the main force at the rear. They were responsible for clearing almost all the obstacles that had been damaged by artillery fire.
The barbed wire fence can still block infantry charges and detect whether there are mines or other roadblocks.
Although those are likely to be reduced to ashes under the power of the 105 howitzer, the Chinese have many tricks and must be guarded against.
However, although it is a desperate team, it does not mean that the desperate team must die. Second Lieutenant Matsuda still wants to return to the island alive and bring back glory and money.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who did not want to die, definitely belonged to the agile category. After hearing the sound of the bamboo whistle, he roared "Lie down and take cover" and threw himself down in the dust as quickly as possible.
But I didn't expect that China's land was so fertile. I accidentally buried my head in the "soil".
Moreover, he was a bit ridiculously fat. For some reason, Lieutenant Matsuda, who was so choked by the Chinese "soil" that he almost couldn't breathe. After wiping the tip of his nose several times before he could breathe normally again, Lieutenant Matsuda actually smelled...
...
It smells like farmyard manure.
However, Lieutenant Matsuda couldn't think deeply about the coming hail of bullets that could take away lives. He just wanted to bury his head lower. No matter how scary the Chinese land, which is full of farmyard manure, is,
Obviously it is not as terrifying as the coming enemy attack.
It wasn't until two minutes passed that Lieutenant Matsuda raised his head and asked the sergeant beside him angrily.
Because, there is a premonition that is getting stronger and stronger for Matsuda Sakane, a farmer's boy.
It really tastes like that!
It stinks too much.
The Japanese sergeant who was only three meters away from him was stunned.
He dared to say that he had never seen a person who could apply that thing on his face so evenly.
The black is tinged with yellow, and the yellow is tinged with some indescribable colors, covering the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and face of the Japanese second lieutenant.
Moreover, there are several indescribable white insects dancing crazily on it, twisting their plump and soft bodies.
How do you describe that feeling? The sergeant can guarantee that even if he personally pulled those unlucky guys from the 28th Cavalry Regiment who were completely stiff as if they were dried salted fish from the tree and came face to face with the dead faces, they would not be face to face with them a few meters away.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda looked at each other like this and felt even more disgusting.
Feeling disgusted as never before, the disgusted sergeant had the urge to smash the officer to the ground with the butt of his rifle.
A gust of mountain wind blew, and an extremely smoky smell spread into the noses of all the Japanese soldiers who raised their heads...