The current battlefield situation is that the Japanese army's desperate squad of more than 30 people is struggling to survive under the fierce fire of submachine guns. Two infantry squadrons more than 200 meters away, with dozens of casualties, are suppressed and unable to move.
At the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Hatori no longer had much heavy firepower to support the two infantry squadrons under his command.
At this time, not only the nine 82-caliber mortars began to throw shells at the infantry formations at the rear, but the six 60-caliber mortars that had been silent also began to fire, on average every ten seconds, people hiding on the hillside were fired.
The nearly 300 Japanese troops who were fighting against a battalion and a company in a bunker would be hit by at least forty mortar shells.
The terrifying sound of up to fifteen mortars, like opening a beer bottle, became a nightmare that the Japanese invaders would experience every night after the remainder of this offensive and defensive battle.
Everyone knows where the shells will land. No matter where you are hiding, those terrifying shells that rain down from the sky and can turn a ten-meter radius into a hell are likely to put you within the attack range of shrapnel.
In a sense, mortars specifically designed to kill infantry are even more painful to the Japanese troops hiding on the hillsides than larger-caliber mountain guns and howitzers. A charge of 0.5 kilograms or even less will not produce too strong a
Shock waves, but more irregular shell fragments make people want to dig a hole and hide in the ground to feel safe.
Even if you are lying down, you may be smashed into pieces by the shell fragments flying around.
When it comes to killing people, artillery is always more powerful than guns. Regardless of the fact that the Independent Regiment has 16 light machine guns and 4 MG42 heavy machine guns, both semi-automatic and Somi. In half an hour, more than 30,000 bullets were fired.
But the number of Japanese soldiers killed or injured was only close to a hundred.
More than 300 rounds of bullets can defeat an enemy, and the efficiency is already higher than the level of the entire World War II.
However, compared with the results achieved one minute after the mortars started bombarding the infantry, that was really weak.
In one minute, the fifteen mortars on the independent regiment's position threw a total of more than 200 shells. Although the position was more than 800 meters wide, excluding superimposed bombardment, an average of one shell fell every ten meters across the horizontal distance.
Cannonballs are no problem either.
This also means that even if the Japanese infantry is completely hiding in the position in the form of a skirmisher line, there will be a Japanese soldier hiding every two or three meters on average. Faced with such a density, there will be one artillery shell falling every ten meters on average.
The terrible density of bombing is also a tragedy.
If he was lucky, even if the shell exploded two meters away from him, there would only be a splash of ash when he hid in the shell crater. At most, his ears would be deafened by the "big firecracker" and he would lose his hearing in a short period of time.
Those who were lucky enough to cling to the ground were only hit by the scattered gravel or shell fragments. Whether it was a leg or an arm, as long as it was not a vital part such as the head or chest and abdomen, although the injury was bleeding and painful, it still hurt.
You can always breathe.
Even if it’s the choking smoke.
Those who are unlucky, that is, the unlucky ones, whether you are hiding behind rocks or in a shell crater, a shell that happens to fall on or near your forehead will blow you into pieces.
Of course, such unlucky people are still a minority after all, only twenty or thirty.
In fact, those who were directly killed by a bomb and returned to the arms of Amaterasu should be considered lucky. Those who were not so lucky but were injured and survived are the real unlucky ones. A simple first aid kit may be able to stop the bleeding, but it will not stop it.
It hurts. What's even more frightening is that he has lost the ability to move and can only lie down and watch the shells continue to fall. The feeling of being sentenced to a suspended death may be something no one wants to try.
Mortar shells rained down for a minute, and the Japanese infantry position was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves.
Not every soldier is a Chinese-style hero ***. No matter how tough your nerves are, when you see your blood flowing like tap water, your muscles cracking like the open mouth of a suckling baby, and your skin is yellow.
When the fat is clearly visible, it will also break.
Giving milk to crying children is not just for children. If anyone shouts loudly, the medical staff will naturally crawl over faster.
"Baga! Why haven't you received any military orders from your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel?" The Japanese frontline commander, who was hiding in a shell crater and looking anxiously behind, had no intention of taking another step toward the mountaintop position.
From the moment the mortar shells rained down, all he could think about was how to lead the infantry out of the Chinese fire range.
On this point, he coincided with his boss who was more than 1,000 meters away.
It's just that they have the final say whether to evacuate or not, but whether they can evacuate safely is the independent group on the top of the mountain who has the upper hand in firepower.
Liu Lang had even been waiting for them to retreat. As long as they dared to point their butts at the top of the mountain, the mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and semi-automatic rifles would chase their butts and beat them until their butts blossomed.
It's not that I like poking chrysanthemums, but beating up a drowned dog is the most satisfying thing.
"Ikezao-san, listen to me, that's right!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda looked at the private whose face was white and white, and continued his brainwashing mode.
But this time, it’s not that being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor is the most glorious thing, nor is it that the Imperial Japanese Army is invincible. The main thing is that it’s right to listen to him and run back.
The large rock they had been staying at 300 meters away from the Chinese position was hit by a mortar shell, and the rock that was more than half a man tall and over two feet thick was shattered in half. If he hadn't strictly ordered the private soldiers
Dragging him to jump left and right, it seemed like he was changing cover, but in fact, he ran backwards more than a hundred meters away quietly. At this moment, the two of them would definitely be much more miserable than the half-broken stone.
Thinking that if they didn't run fast, they would be turned into a puddle of minced meat and dried in the Chinese autumn sun to become bacon jerky. Both Japanese soldiers had the urge to tighten their bladders.
Although he was already 400 meters away from the Chinese position, Second Lieutenant Matsuda still didn't feel very safe. The crazy Chinese mortar range could reach more than 2,000 meters, so it was only safe to stay at Hatori Nakasa's place.
Or perhaps, it would be safer for the carp to climb up to a large position 4,000 meters away.
Lieutenant Matsuda, who has no bottom line, even hopes to return to Shijiazhuang, which is dozens of kilometers away, if half of his foot is blown off and can be considered a serious injury.
"Captain Matsuda, what should we do now?" "You will die sooner or later" is no longer confused now.
With such an exaggerated barrage bombing, if a wounded person is not supported to escape, "sooner or later" may become immediate death.
It can be said that at this time, these two people are "Jiao inseparable, Meng inseparable from Jiao", and no one can do without the other. One needs someone to help him run away, and the other needs the wounded as a reason, otherwise, he will not die in China.
Amidst the hail of human bullets, he was to be killed as a deserter.
As for the Glory of the Imperial Glory Division, Glory of the Glory Alliance, Baga, go to Te Niang! Living is more important.
"Now, we have to report to Captain Hatori about the battle ahead. The Chinese's mortar and machine gun firepower far exceeds our army's previous reconnaissance. It is really not suitable to organize a large-scale infantry attack. We should abandon the central position and focus on attacking the two wings." First Lieutenant Matsuda
The face is right and the words are right.
If you only listen to the sound without looking at the battlefield situation, you would really think that this guy is the most typical Japanese samurai. For the safety of his colleagues, he would not hesitate to brave enemy fire with one leg and run thousands of meters to report the battle situation to his superiors. Absolute Japanese heroism
figure.
In fact, what he meant was just to be ridiculous! Help me run quickly! I ran until I reached the main formation 2,000 meters away.
"Hi!" The mortars all over the sky finally woke up this stupid private. He lowered his head, reached out to help the anxious-eyed second lieutenant, and started running down the mountain.
At this moment, he no longer had any worries. Because he had an important mission, which was related to the safety of hundreds of Imperial Army troops on the hillside.
"Are you going to retreat?" Tank squadron leader Hirono Shimoto, who had also quietly retreated behind a large rock almost 500 meters away, stared dumbly through the observation hole as the soldier supported a second lieutenant who was jumping on one leg and flew away from his tank.
Passed forward.
That speed, it's like one leg there...
You must know that the communications of the Japanese army are not comparable to those of the American soldiers and the Third Reich. In this era, communications can be communicated from the headquarters to the infantry companies. Whether they attack or retreat, they are announced through a hand-cranked siren, or through
Signal Corps signal flag.
Seeing the two guys leaving quickly, Shimoto Hirono even thought for a moment that there was something wrong with his hearing. Once the extremely harsh siren sounded, he would not be able to hear it! Even if the tank's engine was still roaring.
He had been waiting for the order to retreat for a long time. If he didn't run, he might not have the chance to escape.
In the battle with the machine gun, the 5-0 record had completely chilled him. If there had not been planes and 105 howitzers to clear the fortifications on the top of the mountain, he would never have climbed onto this terrible position again.
"No..." The machine gunner stuck his head out of the turret, listened carefully for at least ten seconds, then retracted and gave the captain the most accurate answer.
"Baga! Coward." Si Benhaonan cursed angrily.
But there was a trace of envy that sprang up in my heart that I couldn't express to anyone.
Maybe at this time, it is better to be a coward than a warrior! In this battle, how many imperial warriors will return to the embrace of Amaterasu?
Listening to the violent explosion of artillery shells coming from more than a hundred meters away, which almost suppressed the roar of the engine, the Japanese captain showed a trace of sadness on his face.
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