Chapter 1047 Japanese invaders who were stinked to death
Because of regional differences, different appearances, different languages, and different cultures, there are many human differences between different ethnic groups, but they may be almost identical in one aspect.
excrement.
Exposed to the eyes of the Japanese army, Second Lieutenant Matsuda's face was yellow, black, and smelly. Everyone could almost conclude that it was... shit.
Yes, they finally recognized it.
That's true, shit.
Even a position needs people to guard it. People can go without eating for up to seven days and drinking water for three days, but they cannot go without excreting for a day. It can be said to be the first of the three urgent needs.
Soldiers are humans, not gods, and the same goes for the three thousand soldiers on the Jiuguan position. Especially in the trenches, if the excrement is not properly treated, it is easy for mosquitoes and flies to breed, and it is easy for soldiers to get sick.
Therefore, a simple toilet was built at every other section of the trench for soldiers to relieve themselves in a centralized manner.
And just yesterday, I overheard Shan Ying mention that the clever Xiao Mudun'er recognized the Japanese Japs' Langtuan through the Japanese's love for cleanliness and issued a strange order. He ordered the frontline officers and soldiers who were waiting for the formation to make simple arrangements on the ground.
Whatever was in the toilet pit was placed in front of the barbed wire fence, and dust was spread on top to camouflage it.
Although Liu Tuanzuo's move seems a bit childish, not to mention the Japanese army's crazy artillery, it is estimated that once the shells explode, not much will be left behind, but it is also to disgust the Japanese devils, in the spirit of disgusting them as much as possible.
With a little thought, the officers and soldiers still faithfully carried out the regimental commander's orders.
What's more, in ancient times, when defending a city, feces was the most important tool for defending the city. If you boiled it and poured it down, it would be difficult for anyone who was in contact with it to survive. If you were burned by that thing, in the era without antibiotics, it would basically mean
With death.
It has to be said that the old and young men on the Jiuguan battlefield have good food. After only a few days of stationing at Jiuguan, the farmyards have been fertilized a lot. The 800-meter-wide battlefield is actually paved with a fertilizer belt of at least five meters wide.
The officers and soldiers all believed that although there was less soil and more rocks on the hillside, the fertile farmyard manure could definitely be used to grow corn.
The crazy shells of the 105 howitzer can sweep through everything, blowing up boulders and destroying barbed wire fences, but it does not take away the farmyard fertilizer mixed with the land. Unless it is vaporized in the center of the explosion, most of the fertilizer remains in place.
As long as you voluntarily lie down in front of the remaining barbed wire, there is an 80% chance that you will be able to lie down on a lump of cock, and it is very thick. The old monkey who hung his arms yesterday still wanted to come back to fight even if he had cotton stuffed in his nostrils.
Qiu, who was wearing a simple gas mask, almost didn't feel sick enough to eat for two meals. It wasn't the smell of being blown up, but the color.
This is true for all the initiators, let alone those who experience it personally, and experience it with all their heart.
So, under the stunned gaze of all the officers and soldiers of the first battalion and the first company on the position, dozens of Japanese soldiers who had been lying down very carefully jumped up like crazy, desperately took off their military uniforms, some wiped their faces, and some
Wipe your hands.
There's nothing they can do, it's so disgusting that they would rather die.
The noble Imperial Army of the Japanese Empire can accept the extremely cruel battlefield and face death fearlessly for His Majesty the Emperor.
But you can't climb on the Chinese people's wings with all your heart, and you can also bury your face in it, as if you are smelling the fragrance of Mother Earth.
Wait, what are the bugs on the face that are crawling crazily like a lover's gentle touch? Isn't it maggots?
Several soldiers who had hidden themselves as tightly as Lieutenant Matsuda were now vomiting like their commander.
The gentle mountain breeze sent the stench-filled smell accurately to the main queue of the Japanese army fifty meters behind, causing the Japanese squadron leader who was leading the team to suddenly cover his mouth and nose: "Baga
, the Chinese used poison gas.”
The "ferocity" of the independent regiment was realized by the Japanese troops of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 77th Infantry Regiment without even firing a shot.
"Haha, I told you to lie down quickly. You have earned enough money now! Battalion Commander Ye, order the smoke grenades to be thrown. After one minute, fire." Liu Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw all this.
Following his order, several bush-like objects were continuously thrown at the Jiuguan position, thick smoke was emitted, and many bundles of half-dried firewood were ignited and thrown down the mountain more than 20 meters away from the front of the position.
Smoke grenades and homemade smoke grenades independently developed by the independent regiment's scientific research department quickly hid the mountaintop position in a puff of thick smoke.
In the smoke, the officers and soldiers of each battalion and company had already put on simple gas masks. If it weren't for this thing, it would be a joke to light a cigarette for yourself and make yourself shed tears.
"The first platoon, area 1, is 280 meters away; the second platoon, area 2, is 230 meters away; the third platoon, area 3, is 200 meters away; the fire platoon covers area 2 and area 3. Set fire for three minutes.
, beat me hard." Following Zihua's order, the officers and soldiers of the company, who had been holding back for a long time, fired desperately at the position that had been planned in advance.
Because of the smoke, the soldiers on the position couldn't see the Japanese troops clearly, so they could only shoot in the general direction, but in fact, this was enough.
On this kind of battlefield, precise shooting is impossible. Except for a few precision shooters who are hiding, there are not many soldiers who are brave enough to risk bullets flying everywhere and hold their breath to carefully aim and kill the enemy with one hit. Most of them are brave enough to take risks.
People are hiding in the trenches, wishing they didn't even show their heads, they just point the gun with both hands in the direction of the enemy, then pull the bolt and fire again. This is why it often takes thousands of bullets to shoot.
The origin of the data for killing an enemy.
The kind of behavior like raising your head and holding a gun while glaring at the enemy fiercely, just waiting to fire a hateful bullet that pierces the enemy's heart, mainly appears in TV dramas. On the battlefield, it may happen, but such a protagonist fights
The chance of death is also much higher than that of others.
The independent regiment used semi-automatic rifles. Even if they ignited the smoke on their own initiative, causing the battlefield between the two armies to be filled with smoke and unable to see the target, more than a hundred semi-automatic rifles could focus fire on the predetermined target area in just ten seconds.
Shoot thousands of bullets.
What's more, each infantryman has a DP light machine gun with a rate of fire of 600 rounds and 47 rounds per minute. The firepower squad has 2 DP light machine guns and two 60 mortars, and the firepower platoon is equipped with 4
MG42 heavy machine gun and 4 60-caliber mortars.
A total of 6 infantry squads have 6 DP light machine guns, 3 fire squads have 6 DP light machine guns, 12 light machine guns with a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, plus 4 "Hitler chainsaws with a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute"
"The bullets that can be poured out in one minute can reach 6,000 rounds at half the rate of fire.
In other words, during these three minutes of concentrated fire time, if the time for changing the barrel of the MG42 and the time for the soldiers to change the magazine and load the magazine are excluded, the battalion and company of the independent regiment located on the top of the mountain can at least pour out fire towards the predetermined target area.
More than fifteen thousand rounds of ammunition.
Although the torrent of bullets formed by fifteen thousand bullets is only a suppressive and lucky-level area shooting, the probability of killing a mouse by this blind cat who relies on quantity to win is much higher than the probability of accurate shooting by ten rifles.
From the time when the Chinese threw smoke bombs and firewood and ignited a large amount of smoke, the Japanese army felt that something was wrong. Under the loud orders of the commander, all the infantry were looking for bunkers, except for the desperate squad at the front who was about to be sickened.
In a frantic retreat downwards, trying to get away from the source of the stench.
The tanks, grenadiers, and heavy machine gun crews at the foot of the mountain all opened their eyes wide, ready to use firepower to counter-suppress the Chinese and support our own soldiers at any time.
When the smoke rose and enveloped the Chinese position and they could not see anything clearly, they finally understood the Chinese plan, which was to use the smoke to hide their firepower.
However, this move of the Chinese was very effective. Even if the gunshots were loud and the stupid infantrymen who were still running desperately down in front of the Chinese position were swept to the ground, they could not see the Chinese clearly.
Where exactly is the firepower point?
"Damn Chinese..." Commander Hatori, an old bird, almost crushed the telescope in his hand to pieces.
Hiding oneself and beating him is really insidious.
Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Hatori didn't know what happened to his desperate team.
After a few tanks fired randomly, the grenadier soldiers fired their grenades aimlessly for the first time. The infantrymen, who had been beaten to pieces by the Chinese's crazy concentrated fire for three minutes, carried their own dead and wounded.
When the soldiers retreated down the mountain, Lieutenant Commander Hatori really chewed his back molars.
More than half of those who died in the battle belonged to the desperate squad at the front.
Although in the end their rationality prevailed over their hygiene habits and they desperately plunged into the shit again, their area was covered the most by MG42 machine guns and 60mm mortars, and naturally had the most casualties.
They were all covered in Xiang and died. Although they were not really disgusted to death.
But the little devil who was alive was disgusted to death.