20 minutes later, three red stars rose into the sky from the direction of the frontline headquarters.
Operation "Dawn" has entered the final offensive stage.
Taking the infantry company as a unit, the soldiers of the red army and the independent regiment unanimously raised the somewhat similar charge bugle and blew "didi da di da" in a similar tune.
Another round of fire coverage had been completed five minutes ago. In almost the same formation, the blue and gray figures carried rifles with bayonets mounted and launched a final thunderous charge towards the remaining Japanese troops down the mountain.
The three-three system that the Red Army has initially formed and the three-three system that the independent regiment has basically formed are enough to allow more than 4,000 infantrymen who rush down to the commanding heights to cover each other and launch an assault on the Japanese army's last line of defense.
Although it was a charge and a close encounter, there were not many opportunities for hand-to-hand combat.
The total strength of the independent regiment participating in the battle is actually larger than that of the 386 Brigade 771 Regiment. However, due to the different organization, in the independent regiment, machine gunners, mortar operators and ammunition handlers account for a large proportion. Therefore, the infantry who can participate in the charge
On the contrary, there were more 771 regiments. According to the pre-war arrangement, during the charge, there was basically an independent regiment infantry squad accompanied by one or two red infantry squads.
This may also be the simplest charge that the red warriors have ever experienced. Even though they are sweating with the steel guns in their hands, they have few opportunities to fight the Japanese aggressors in the imagined "white knife entering the red knife"
out".
The little devil, whose willpower surprised them all, had no chance of getting close at all.
Each infantry squad of the independent regiment is accompanied by a light machine gun and two Somi submachine guns. The rocket launcher team follows the charging infantry 15 meters behind. If there are Japanese troops hiding in bunkers and resisting, a small number of them can be solved by the infantry throwing grenades.
, with slightly stronger firepower, it basically opens the way with a rocket, and then throws a few grenades over it.
Most of the time, the infantrymen and red warriors of the following independent regiments only need to rush over to replenish their guns or recharge their wounds.
It would be even easier if you encounter Japanese troops who don't rely on bunkers to resist but instead rush up with red eyes and bayonets shining brightly. The semi-automatic rifles are loaded with ten rounds of ammunition, and the drums of the two submachine guns are as high as 70 rounds.
, an infantry squad can pour out more than 200 rounds of ammunition in ten seconds, even without the squad's light machine gun fire support.
Not to mention that the remaining Japanese invaders who have been cut off by various highlands and have long lost unified command can only organize a counterattack at the squad level, that is, at the squadron level. On any battlefield, the Chinese soldiers who are already three times their strength can also automatically
Firearms beat them to smithereens.
From the moment three red flares rose into the sky, Colonel Suzuki Kenji's despairing eyes were cast with a layer of deathly gray.
He knew that after diluting for three hours, the Chinese were finally going to launch their final attack.
Three hours ago, although the Imperial Air Force was ambushed by the despicable Chinese and was completely destroyed, and although Major General Yoshio was shattered by the damn mortars of the even more despicable Chinese gunners last month, he still did not lose confidence. More than 3,000 infantry artillerymen are
His most powerful support.
Since entering North China in July, the infantry regiment under his command, Lien Zhan and Lien Jie, has never lost a battle. Even if it suffered heavy losses at Fulu Ridge in Snowflake Mountain, it was the result of defending against a full-scale Chinese division.
, he is the attacker.
Now, he still has more than 3,000 people. Even if the terrain is unfavorable, wouldn't it be more fun to defend for seven or eight hours and wait for reinforcements to arrive?
However, as time goes by, the heart of the Japanese colonel is gradually slipping into the abyss. The Chinese's close combat firepower is not only powerful, but also too patient. Relying on the advantages of machine guns and mortars
, they are like a millstone, squeezing the living space of him and his subordinates little by little.
Anywhere, as long as the gunfire of resistance rang out, they would use mortars to cover the areas that the guns could not reach. If the mortars could not reach the blind spots, they would use a new type of weapon that he had never seen before.
Weapon bombing, the kind that once exploded, would turn into a sea of flames within a radius of tens or even hundreds of meters. As long as the incendiary bomb was attached to the body and could not be shaken off, it would definitely be a nightmare for Suzuki Kenji and all his subordinates.
More than a hundred meters away, Suzuki Kenji, who had changed the location of his headquarters and was hiding in a cave bunker, could feel the despair of Captain Fujimoto Akio. That young man who graduated from the Army University was outstanding both in terms of courage and infantry command ability.
He is the leader of the regiment and is deeply loved by him. But not everyone has the opportunity to lead an infantry squadron and serve as the security force for the regiment and brigade headquarters.
However, that outstanding army captain did not have the chance to pull out his sharp command knife and hacked to death five Chinese soldiers one after another like he did on the North China battlefield, showing the bravery of the Imperial Army. Just when the Chinese new weapons exploded
After he opened the car, he ran out of the bunker howling miserably. The fire was burning all over his body. No matter how he rolled on the ground, no matter how the soldiers around him beat him with the military uniforms he took off, the fire kept getting stronger and stronger.
In the end, it turned into a ball of pitch black. The 1.75-meter-tall army captain's body curled up in the fire turned out to be pitifully small.
Chilled to the bone, Suzuki Kenji, who studied Chinese culture in his spare time, finally understood the chill of this four-character idiom invented by the ancient Chinese.
The moment he saw the Army Captain looking at him when he understood that the fire in his body could no longer be extinguished, Suzuki Kenji felt as if the blood in his body had solidified.
When the Chinese kill people, they are no more "merciful" than they are. But that is just a prelude to showing the cruelty of the Chinese.
A Japanese second lieutenant who tried to change to a bunker but was shot in the leg and lost the ability to move while running. Perhaps it was his fate to be shot and killed again, but the Chinese seemed to be stingy with their bullets and remained so silent.
Watching him quietly as he crawled toward the bunker with difficulty.
It was only when someone wanted to help him that bullets were fired, killing the Imperial warriors who dared to help the second lieutenant one by one on the road quietly approaching, without exception.
In the end, the second lieutenant, who no one dared to save, bled too much and died on the mountain road only fifteen meters away from the bunker. There were as many as thirteen Japanese infantrymen surrounding him.
They actually used him as bait. They were so cruel.
Suzuki Kenji, who was chilled to the bone because of the strength of the Chinese on the battlefield and denounced the cruelty of the Chinese, seemed to have forgotten that since entering North China in July, not to mention the Chinese soldiers who died under his hands on the battlefield, they were just civilians.
There were ten people. It was because he wanted to have fun after drinking, so he played a "hunting" game with several infantry captains, and besieged a large village in North China with troops. The villagers fled from the village in panic.
Fleeing to the sorghum field like a green gauze tent, he and three infantry captains stood 300 meters away with their 38 rifles and shot the fleeing Chinese villagers like rabbits, killing ten in one breath.
Suzuki Kenji, a Chinese villager, won the drunken "hunting".
Bei Dao, the future Chinese obscurantist poet, said it very well in a poem: Despicability is the passport of the despicable. He may be talking about people like Suzuki Kenji!
Only this time, it is not the epitaph of the noble that becomes the noble, but the epitaph of the despicable that becomes the despicable. Of course, Suzuki Kenji already knew from the moment he saw the three red flares rising that it belonged to him.
The graves of the 40th Infantry Brigade have been dug.
As for the epitaph, it is estimated that the "cruel" Chinese people will not be so kind. The most likely possibility is that his corpse, a senior general, was placed in the camera lens together with His Excellency Major General Yoshio Last Moon, and then appeared in the camera lens.
In front of thousands of Chinese people, it became a reason for them to cheer.
"Burn" was the first military order issued by Kenji Suzuki through gritted teeth at the moment the charge horn sounded.
The flag of the 79th Infantry Regiment has been turned into ashes in the despicable canyon blasting by the Chinese, and the flag of the 80th Infantry Regiment cannot become a trophy of the Chinese.
However, this time, not only the regiment flag was "burned", but also the body of Major General Yoshio last month. Although the place was full of rocks and not even a piece of wood could be found, the flames of the incendiary bomb fired by the Chinese five minutes ago
It's still burning. Even if Yoshio can't be burned to ashes, he can still be "roasted".
Originally, Suzuki Kenji, who had already issued the second military order for the entire army to break out of the encirclement, also wanted to "roast" himself, but when he saw the fat body of Major General Yoshio last month "squeaking" in the fire,
The "roasted" human oil just flowed on the ground, and the sweat on Suzuki Kenji's forehead never stopped.
He doesn't want to become a roasted pig, really. Not in this life.
Perhaps the Japanese colonel was really frightened by his own military orders. As the shouts of killing became clearer and louder, and he was getting closer and closer, the Japanese colonel, who took off his military uniform and only wore a white shirt, turned his sharp samurai sword upside down.
, I just don’t have the courage to stab my belly with a knife, and then pull the knife sideways like the legend says, letting my intestines flow out to show my loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.
The allusion of whether His Majesty the Emperor likes to eat "seed" is not what he is considering now. He just thinks that it must be very painful.
Death is the only option in the ages, and this is vividly reflected in the Japanese commander who was completely desperate and could not even send a broken telegram.
At the moment when the hurried footsteps and gunshots of the Chinese rang in his ears, Colonel Suzuki Kenji even had the idea of dropping his knife and letting the Chinese capture him.
Although he will suffer some insults, at least he can survive, and at least he will not be roasted into a "suckling pig" like Yoshio last month! The Japanese colonel looked at the major general who was roasted into a black ball ten meters away and was definitely burnt.
Your Excellency, the hand holding the handle of the knife is trembling.
Heaven and man are at war, definitely.
But the next moment, he was no longer so entangled.
"Relieved" he dropped the gleaming command knife.
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PS: I’ll update one chapter first, and I’m only halfway through the next chapter. I’m in an emergency and I’ll be out a little later, so I’ll try to get it up before 6 o’clock, and I’ll definitely update it twice.