Chapter 1049 The firepower of the Chinese is far beyond imagination
The Japanese infantry spent a lot of money this time. Two infantry squadrons numbered nearly 400 people, divided into two echelons. The first echelon had two infantry squads with nearly 100 people. They all put on anti-virus when they entered the attack area 300 meters away.
Masked, the cat lowered his waist and quickly launched an attack towards the top of the mountain.
On the 800-meter defense line, there is one Japanese soldier every seven or eight meters on average. Behind them is a machine gun squadron with 6 heavy machine guns, 12 grenade launchers, 12 light machine guns, 4 57MM tank guns, and 3 7.7mm heavy machine guns.
Supporting them.
Of course, in the face of the defense of the independent regiment, what gave Lieutenant Colonel Hatori's first echelon the courage to send out most of the squadron was still throwing out a large amount of poisonous gas. No matter how stubborn the soldier is, he still has to breathe and inhale this deadly poisonous gas.
The worst case scenario would be to lose combat effectiveness, and the best case scenario would be to die on the spot. This has been proven many times on the battlefield.
The independent regiment is already qualified to be called glorious. His Excellency, the division commander Kawagishi Bunzaburo, has specially prepared as many as two trucks of red agent for them. This is an honor that cannot be obtained by the Chinese army on other battlefields.
In the headquarters 1,000 meters away, Lieutenant Colonel Hatori held a telescope and looked at the plumes of yellow-green smoke rising from the mountaintop position of the Independence Regiment, his eyes full of anticipation.
The two teams of the first echelon have already marched to the place where they failed last time.
Damn the Chinese, they are so mean. This place is actually covered with those filthy things. It took me thirty minutes to wash off the Second Lieutenant Matsuda gas mask that was covered on my face and body after escaping from death.
A trace of anger flashed in the eyes behind him.
After applying to be the commander of the death squad again, he subconsciously moved his feet away from a pile of soft soil. Although he was not using his face, he was unwilling to step on shit with his feet. It felt so soft and smelly.
He never wanted to try it again in his life.
Not only him, but other Japanese soldiers as well. They walked to the position that had been carefully taken care of by the howitzers again. The barbed wire fence laid by the Chinese was in pieces and no longer required any effort, but the artillery shells could not blow up the things specially laid by the Chinese. The Chinese
There are really too many of them. Unless the cannonballs can flatten this mountain, they are everywhere.
This time it was hard ground, and Captain Matsuda felt lucky for his choice.
However, the "evil" smile didn't have time to appear on his lips.
Hearing a "boom", Second Lieutenant Matsuda was thrown away. At the same time, a trace of disbelief flashed in his mind. Are the Chinese shelling?
What followed was a burst of severe pain. After coming back to his senses, Second Lieutenant Matsuda hugged his feet and almost cried without pain. The cowhide boots with iron leather soles did not become the protector of the feet.
Only half of the sole of the foot was left, and half of the toes were missing.
If nothing else happens, Captain Matsuda knows that he will never want to wear clogs again in this life.
"Baga, there's a mine." The sergeant who once saw Captain Matsuda's face flying with his own eyes once again thought of it in hindsight and exclaimed loudly.
Of course there are landmines, real landmines.
It was the miniature infantry mine that played a big role in the Battle of the Great Wall last time. It was no bigger than a butterfly, but the explosive power was enough to break off feet and legs.
Liu Lang knew that the Japanese army would definitely bomb the entire mountain cannon with grenades before attacking. The significance of large-scale mine laying was not great. For the purpose of economy, he only asked the engineers to place infantry mines in part of the "fertilizer".
Zao Xian hugs two poles.
However, in the previous attack, although the Japanese army was disgusted by the fertilizer mines, they were lucky enough that no one lay on the real mines. This is a bit regretful. I think it was because of the blast of the howitzer explosion.
It was too large and detonated this pressure-sensitive miniature infantry mine.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who escaped last time, was in trouble this time. Although he didn't step on shit that made him sick, he did step on an infantry mine that was as gray as the color of the earth.
Captain Matsuda, who was holding his foot in excruciating pain, was thinking: Baga, if I had known that the Chinese would have landmines, I might as well have stepped on shit.
Yes, the bottom line of human beings is being refreshed step by step in this way. Compared with nausea, having a pair of healthy feet is the most important thing. Lieutenant Matsuda’s idea is very human.
The Japanese army was very disciplined, and someone immediately helped Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was destined to be disabled, to retreat down the mountain. Others, even if they knew that the Chinese had laid landmines more viciously than just shit, and the kind of landmines that could blow up people's feet, but
We can only move on.
Only this time, not many people dared to throw themselves to the ground casually. There were not only disgusting things there, but also deadly things.
Naturally, the speed slowed down. Lieutenant Commander Hatori's face darkened. This charging speed was the slowest he had ever seen. Don't these bastards from Baga know that the poisonous gas is dissipating? At most
In ten minutes, the mountain wind will blow away the poisonous gas, and the Chinese follow-up troops will charge back into position.
With a wave of his hand, "Baga, order the attacking troops to speed up." Lieutenant Colonel Hatori quickly ordered.
"Hi!" The captain's deputy beside him nodded heavily.
Three red flares were fired into the sky from the direction of the Japanese position.
At this time, not only did the main force of the Japanese army 100 meters behind the first echelon speed up, but the two desperate teams who were carefully watching their feet and would rather step on shit than land mines were forced to speed up.
"Baga, we must kill all the Chinese here, leaving no one alive." Captain Matsuda, who had withdrawn from the front line and hid behind a big rock with the help of his subordinates to have his feet bandaged, looked at the poisonous gas unwillingly.
The Chinese positions that were dispersing looked ferocious.
A small infantry mine can be said to have destroyed all the dreams of this Japanese second lieutenant who came from a peasant family. His glory was gone. He had to retire from active service due to disability, and now his money was gone.
Then, Lieutenant Matsuda's ferocious face was frozen in his face as he looked back at the battlefield. His cruel eyes were full of fire.
The firelight bursting out from the Chinese position was particularly dazzling amid the poisonous gas.
The Japanese invaders who had been waiting for the first echelon entered 150 meters and were about to reach the second barbed wire fence. Liu Lang waved his hand gently and said, "Fight me."
All light and heavy machine guns and semi-automatic rifles were aimed at the Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain and started shooting.
This time, the concentration of poisonous smoke was not as high as the concentration of smoke bombs that the Independent Regiment had set off for itself last time, and the Japanese invaders were clearly visible more than a hundred meters away.
The sudden and violent fire directly knocked all the Japanese invaders to the ground, whether they were in front or behind.
For the Japanese troops in the first echelon, those who were hit by bullets were in bad luck. Those who were not hit by bullets had to crawl to the ground regardless of whether they were covered in feces or mines.
Because at that moment, you had only two choices, either to be killed by a barrage of bullets, or to fall to the ground. The Japanese soldiers, who were highly skilled in tactics, all chose the latter without exception.
Living is the most important thing.
Seeing with my own eyes several of his colleagues, including the sergeant who Zhuge Liang reminded him every time he was covered in feces or stepped on a landmine, were beaten into a honeycomb and fell to the ground. Second Lieutenant Matsuda's already pale face became even whiter.
In such a concentration of poisonous gas, the Chinese can still fight. Are they all devils sent by God? All the unwillingness turned into happiness at this moment. If it hadn't been blown up by the Chinese mines
He must be one of the people whose feet have turned into honeycombs.
Although the idea of pushing the bottom line again made Second Lieutenant Matsuda a little ashamed, but after seeing that the face of the soldier who was taking care of him was also extremely pale, and he also felt so happy that he wanted to pat his little heart...
"For His Majesty the Emperor, I have to live well." Second Lieutenant Matsuda quickly found a justifiable reason for himself, and quickly hid his head behind a big rock, determined never to look at the Chinese position again.
The firepower of the Chinese was really too fierce. Sparks flew from the boulders.
If possible, he would rather watch his own tank show off its power. The tank more than a hundred meters away from him is turning its tracks to adjust the direction of the 57MM short-barreled artillery muzzle. At such a close range, no fortifications can withstand the power of the tank gun.
.With one shot, a point of firepower will be annihilated.
However, the Chinese firepower was far more intense than Lieutenant Matsuda imagined, far beyond his poor imagination.
Sparks popped out again.
However, it was from the Type 89 tank that he had high hopes for, the muzzle of which had been adjusted and was about to be ready for firing.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda was sure that he had never seen such dazzling fireworks in his life.
A stream of sparks kept appearing on the steel plate of the tank.
Although the penetrating power of the Sulotong machine gun has been tested in training, and it can penetrate 30 mm high-quality steel plates at a distance of 400 meters without any pressure, the artillery battalion soldiers who have never used a machine gun to hit a tank are very cautious.
The twin Sulotong cannons simultaneously aimed at the Japanese tank at the forefront of the position, which was the most arrogant and named Target No. 1.
The improved Sulotong machine gun has 20 bullets. In order to destroy the No. 1 target in one fell swoop in actual combat, the two shooters aimed hard at the target 400 meters away without even letting go of the trigger.
The board is empty.
The training steel plate and the movable tank are actually two different concepts. The 89 tank that was attacked was not dead. The tank driver subconsciously stepped on the accelerator when he felt the vibration in the tank. The edges and corners of the armor of the crazy forward tank were regardless of the thickness or the machine gun.
The angle at which the shells hit was not enough for the shells to penetrate, and they were all bounced away.
The fireworks that Second Lieutenant Matsuda saw were sparks caused by the friction between the wildly firing machine gun shells and the edges of the armor.
But the crazy 40 rounds did not need to hit all the frontal hits, only one round was enough. The small tank cab was not enough for several Japanese soldiers to avoid the fragments of armor-piercing projectiles that penetrated the steel plate and broke into the tank.
The Japanese army's good luck finally came to an end.
In the horrified eyes of Second Lieutenant Matsuda, several large holes were visible to the naked eye on the side of the 89 tank that was full of fireworks. The tank then emitted a burst of black smoke and heard a muffled sound. The steel plate connected to the 57MM gun barrel
The turret was opened and drooped miserably, like a human head that had been cut off in half but did not fall off.
That was the result of the explosion of the shell in the tank.
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Two updates of 4,400 words, and after the new year, it became two updates of about 6,000 words. There are 30 days a month, and you can only take one day off at most. "Unless the earth explodes, the author will not take a holiday" is the author's slogan, but it is actually a bit sad.
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