When the first grenade pierced the sky above their heads, it exploded at a position where they couldn't see it and belonged to the Chinese position.
This group of so-called most determined Imperial Japanese soldiers knew that they had been abandoned, completely abandoned by Shangguan.
As the barrage slowly drew closer, one grenade after another hit the Chinese positions just a stone's throw away from them, exploding into a sky full of smoke, dust and fire. They should have been filled with happiness, but instead they became increasingly cold.
Because, it won’t take too long for them at the front of the position to become part of the fire. Not because of the Chinese mortars, but because of our own mountain artillery, the extremely familiar Type 41 mountain artillery. That power is really
Not small!
At this moment, they finally understood the Chinese soldiers who had struggled under the fire of the Type 41 mountain artillery.
He was so desperate that he almost forgot to breathe.
However, they still did not break up. Even though their faces were ashen and their whole bodies were shaking, they still only turned their attention to another squad leader-level officer. Strict military discipline made this group of Japanese soldiers who knew they were destined to die, until they received the order to retreat.
Don't dare to retreat.
Now, the only person who might be able to save them is Second Lieutenant Muto, who serves as the commander in place of Second Lieutenant Matsuda who was sent down after being injured.
Unexpectedly, Second Lieutenant Muto, who was only a little over 1.5 meters tall but extremely stocky, stood up on his own initiative. His eyes erupted with a frightening light, and the oily shine on his fleshy face was even more shocking. He waved the short hand in his hand.
Poor Katana screamed crazily: "Warriors, the time has come to be loyal to the empire. Follow me, rush up and kill the Chinese."
This is definitely a guy who has been completely brainwashed by ***. In Chinese vernacular: This guy’s forehead was severely squeezed when he was born.
At least half of the Japanese army's desperate squad, who had already been chilled by the bombardment, collectively greeted the female relatives of Second Lieutenant Muto's previous generations and even future generations in their hearts. Of course, they did not know that Second Lieutenant Muto already had a son.
The future great-granddaughter is not only well-known throughout the island country and has been personally greeted by many Japanese men. Even in China, whose national power has greatly surpassed Japan in the future, Miss Muto's "beautiful" figure is also well known to the majority of otakus. She is definitely better than this one.
I don’t know how much better my figure is.
If Second Lieutenant Muto, who has red eyes and wants to be loyal to his so-called Emperor, could see into the future, I don't know if he would run down as fast as his predecessor, Second Lieutenant Matsuda.
However, he never had that chance again.
As soon as he stood up and before he could run five meters away, a shell roared towards him. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes of the desperate team, it hit Second Lieutenant Muto no more than five meters away. There was a "boom" and a cloud of black splashed up.
cigarette.
The huge air wave threw the thick-bodied Second Lieutenant Muto high into the air, and then he fell down with dancing steps and hit the ground heavily, making no sound again.
The second lieutenant squad leader who had just issued a rousing declaration that deafened the empire was dead. He was killed by the 75th mountain artillery shell of his own infantry regiment.
But he was not lonely. The shell took away more than just him. Unfortunately, at least three Japanese soldiers were within the killing radius of the shell. Without trenches, they could only be like abandoned rag dolls under the huge power of the grenade.
, were either picked up by the air waves, or exploded into a pile of fragments by flying shrapnel and stone fragments.
The rocks accelerated by the explosive energy of the shells and explosives were even more terrifying than the bullets at that moment. Even if they penetrated several people in a row, they could still hit the ground deeply.
At this moment, the desperate team no longer had to worry about whether to escape or attack. Artillery shells came one after another. Some fell on the position, some fell on the mountain cannon behind the position, and some fell on the position.
Before, the position and the position before were completely turned into hell.
More than thirty Japanese troops exposed on the surface were blown to pieces.
The entire desperate team, whether they were dead, injured and hiding for help, or lucky enough to survive the hail of bullets, were all wiped out.
Two small groups of Japanese troops disappeared in the sequence of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 77th Infantry Regiment.
Not to mention them, even the Japanese soldiers who were at least 200 meters behind them could only lie down on the ground, praying for Amaterasu to appear and let the artillery fire be more accurate and not fall on their heads.
Obviously, their luck was not particularly good. Artillery in this era did not have laser guidance and the ability to accurately target artillery shells to meters.
The four mountain cannons that bombarded continuously for seven or eight minutes fired at least 200 shells, and no less than 10 of them landed on the Japanese position more than 200 meters away. At least 30 people were blown up by our own shells.
Crazy, the Japanese commander, really crazy. Liu Lang's brows furrowed for the first time since the war began.
This is of course not the first time he has encountered such violent shelling. He has encountered things that are ten times crazier than this. Back then in Luowenyu, the Japanese army shelled crazy for an hour with twelve 150-mm howitzers, which was devastating.
Even if I stay in the reverse slope tunnel, I feel shaky.
However, this was the first time that he had seen the Japanese commander attack in the first battle, before both sides showed their final cards and before the decisive battle began, using this desperate gambling method of perishing together with the enemy.
However, this is undoubtedly an extremely sophisticated opponent. Although he seems a little crazy, the tactics he uses are undoubtedly correct. If not for this move, the Japanese troops on the position would have died even if they were not killed by their own artillery fire.
Under a barrage of more than a dozen mortars from the Independent Regiment.
If it were Liu Lang, he would be even more determined. He would concentrate all the firepower of the entire regiment to fully cover the enemy's position to cover the retreat of his soldiers.
On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and the slightest hesitation of the commander will cause countless casualties of soldiers. "If you don't let me die easily, then I won't let you live easily" is the most effective way for the Japanese army to solve this crisis.
One move. Liu Lang couldn't help but admire Lieutenant Colonel Hatori who made this decision in just one minute.
He thought correctly. No matter how much Liu Lang wanted to eat up this Japanese army, he would not put his soldiers on the ground to resist the artillery shells.
However, the Japanese commander's appetite was a little too big. At this moment, he was still thinking about attacking the position. He looked at the Japanese troops lying motionless in front of the lookout hole in the underground bunker, letting his own artillery shells hit him high.
Liu Lang couldn't help but sneer as he raised his figure but still didn't retreat.
The Japanese take themselves too seriously. If they have artillery, is that great? The independent regiment also has artillery.
"Order the artillery battalion mountain artillery company to carry out retaliatory artillery bombardment on the main Japanese position. At the same time, maintain mobility to avoid being attacked by the enemy's large-caliber howitzers. Also, pass my order and hear the whistle, and the first platoon and the second platoon will each send two
Each infantry squad is in position, and the rest of the infantry squads are on standby. The machine guns and the four heavy machine guns of the fire platoon have been prepared for me. Since the little Japs want to come and die, let them do it!" Liu Lang ordered.
If his guess is correct, in a few minutes, the rate of fire of the Japanese artillery fire will gradually decrease, and the Japanese troops still lying on the forward position will charge towards the position under the suppression of artillery fire.
The reason why there were only four infantry squads equipped with dozens of guns was because Liu Lang wanted to prevent the little Japs from going crazy. If a wave of 105 howitzers fired, the whole company would suffer heavy losses.
The Japanese infantry captain did not take the two infantry squadrons under his command seriously, which was not the case for Liu Lang. His soldiers were all warriors who had been trained for more than four years, and every loss of one made him heartbroken.
But, as he said before, in this national war, no one can survive without sacrifice, including himself.
In the bomb-proof cave, the old monkey who had smoked two cigarettes leisurely listened to the noise outside, dusted off the ashes on his head and shoulders, and revealed the yellow teeth unique to old smokers, "Brothers, check
Check the gun, it's my turn to do it."
"But, squad leader, the enemy's artillery hasn't stopped yet!" a soldier said calmly.
Only those who have truly experienced shelling will understand that, let alone staying in a position with only trenches, even staying in a shell-proof hole with logs as a roof and logs as bones is very wobbly and frightening.
"You're a zebra, you're not a fool. When the artillery stops, the little Japanese will be here too. Do you want to fight with them on the bayonet?" The old monkey rolled his eyes and cursed in a Chinese accent, which made the soldier speechless.
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"Listen to me, as soon as the whistle blows, you will be on the battlefield for me. Remember, if you shoot empty bullets at the Japanese, no matter how accurate you are, hide them for me. As long as I say run, I will immediately give you another shot."
Go back to the cannon hole." The old monkey slammed the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his foot.
"Squad leader, it costs ten dollars to kill a Japanese! You have to record it for me." Another soldier smiled cheekily.
"You're a zebra, so you have to be ordered to take it. Don't you know how Lao Zhou died? This time, the task of killing the Japanese is handed over to the brothers of Bang Lao Er's machine gun and fire platoon. I just pretend to be a zebra."
It seems that the main task is to save my life. If I guessed correctly, the Japanese will launch a more ferocious bombardment." The old monkey rolled his eyes and said in a vicious tone, but he patiently said to the five or six people for the first time.
Soldiers on the battlefield impart battlefield experience.
When talking about Lao Zhou who was blown up by a Japanese tank gun, the shell-proof cave became quiet. It was the first time for the recruits to experience the feeling of losing a comrade.
On the battlefield, no matter how careful you are, you may be able to dodge bullets, but when it comes to cannonballs, you can only leave it to fate.
"Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, after this battle, I will treat everyone to hot pot. There will be no less brothers here." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, the old monkey grinned again and tried to make the atmosphere more relaxed.
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At this moment, among the dull roar of artillery shells, a sharp bamboo whistle sounded one after another.