Chapter 1164 is so uneconomical (Part 2, ask for the month
Let’s not mention the Japanese soldiers who were being beaten at the East Gate and the train station, let’s just talk about the South Gate.
More than a dozen mortars sprinkled a handful of "salt" from left to right on the Japanese position that had been reduced to ruins. It took at least five minutes for more than 300 shells to hit the Japanese position.
Second Lieutenant Seto, whose dream was completely shattered, hid in front of the reinforced headquarters window and cried without tears while looking at the position that had been repeatedly ravaged by Chinese artillery fire.
Although he hasn't seen the casualty report yet, he already knows that there are probably not many people who can still be alive after such horrific two rounds of attacks, or who are still capable of fighting.
After all, not everyone is as lucky as him. Three consecutive mortar shells landed around the house and exploded without blowing down the reinforced walls. If possible, he would rather his luck was not so good, then there is no need
It’s no longer so painful to fight.
The Chinese rushed over amid the smoke filling the sky.
The bombardment had not completely stopped when the Japanese second lieutenant's field of vision, which had been dyed red by the artillery fire, appeared in shadows.
They rushed over from the gap in the city wall that was 70 to 80 meters wide. Their number was at least one hundred.
"Enemy attack, shoot, shoot." Second Lieutenant Seto, who was already a little sluggish, yelled desperately, and rushed out of the headquarters with a 38-gun.
At this time, it was no longer a question of loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, but a question of life and death. As long as the Chinese broke through the front line, Seto Yamashita knew that everyone here, including him, would die.
They would die under the guns of the Chinese who far outnumbered them. Just as they rarely let go of Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, the Chinese soldiers would not let them go. The number of people hanging in the 28th Cavalry Regiment on the Jiuguan front line was
Hundreds of corpses said it all.
Compared with the previous more than 100 Japanese soldiers who could respond to their squad leader, they were pitifully few.
Scattered gunshots rang out from the Japanese position, and only one of the two light machine guns was firing. The other one was probably damaged in the fire like the heavy machine gun.
However, this was enough to make the Japanese second lieutenant happy. This is much better than relying solely on rifles for defense, isn't it?
As the Japanese army counterattacked, artillery fire lit up the sky. In the afterglow, a blue figure fell down. The Japanese second lieutenant also hid in a ruined wall and held his breath and fired a shot. Tens of meters away, he saw the agile figure with his own eyes.
After crossing the roadblock and dodging machine gun fire, the figure staggered and fell under the muzzle of his own gun.
Knocking down a powerful enemy with one shot did not excite the Japanese second lieutenant. A medical soldier who followed the infantry closely quickly dragged the soldier who was shot in the chest and hid him behind the ruins of the wall to stop him.
The Japanese second lieutenant cocked his gun and the deadly bullet came again.
In fact, the Japanese second lieutenant had no chance to fire a second shot. "Puff", more than a dozen bullets hit half of the brick wall where he was hiding under Mount Seto, sending debris flying everywhere, leaving him with no chance to raise his head.
Not to mention, if Seto Yamashita hadn't used his hands and feet to climb into the ruins of a house destroyed by artillery fire, he might have turned into a pile of barbecued meat in five seconds.
A swift incendiary rocket blasted the half of the earth wall where he was hiding into rubbish, and also burned the surrounding area into a sea of flames. At least two Japanese soldiers hiding not far from Second Lieutenant Seto howled miserably.
He jumped out of the bunker and rolled on the ground desperately trying to extinguish the flames on his body.
But they were disappointed. No matter how hard they rolled, the flames on their bodies not only did not go out, but burned more and more intensely. The two firemen rolled back and forth in the ruins, but the Chinese did not kill them and allowed the two men to roll around screaming.
The human-shaped candle that finally returned to silence grew brighter and brighter in the ruins.
The strange "sizzling" sound made the hands and feet of Seto Yamashita, only five meters away, feel cold. It was the sound of human body oils that had been refined by high temperatures starting to fully burn.
Of course he knew why the Chinese didn't shoot two of their subordinates whose targets were so obvious. It was because there was no need.
There was no need to waste bullets. After being hit by such a terrifying incendiary bomb, they had already determined that the two enemies were dead.
Let them burn, and they can illuminate the ruins of the position.
The two soldiers Seto Yamashita knew each other, one was his signal corpsman and the other was the corps commander. Both of them followed him at the team headquarters and survived the terrible Chinese artillery fire.
Unexpectedly, after escaping the rain of bricks and stones, and the rain of artillery shells, we were greeted by even more tragic incendiary bombs. Facing the already burned-to-black communication five meters away, the signal soldier looked at him and opened his mouth with difficulty.
Seto Yamashita knew that he wanted to give him a shot to end this pain as soon as possible.
However, Seto Yamashita did not dare and could only watch the signal soldier being burned to death in pain. He could only hide aside and watch silently.
It's not that he didn't dare to kill, even if this signal soldier was still his fellow countryman, sending him back to the embrace of Amaterasu without pain would be a thing that would make him happy. However, the Japanese second lieutenant knew better that if it weren't for these two
The scapegoat, the Chinese will not let this go, and may even fire another incendiary bomb. When the gun fires, that is when he turns into a torch.
The Japanese second lieutenant who was extremely brave just now and even managed to score a victory with just one shot was facing the terrifying incendiary bombs. All his courage was stuffed back into his eyes. If possible, he even wanted to hide here for the rest of his life and never show his face again.
, even if there is a fragrant "barbecue" smell coming from the nose.
However, this wish is obviously extravagant.
This group of Japanese second-line soldiers actually performed very well. After encountering a massive amount of bricks and hundreds of artillery shells, like a little daughter-in-law being pressed to the ground and rubbed by hundreds of strong men, the Japanese army still resisted.
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The sound of gunshots coming from the ruins caused the death battalion's first company, which rushed over from the gap in a three-and-three formation to enter the position to deliver a final and ferocious blow to the Japanese army. Four or five of them fell down after crossing the distance of more than thirty meters.
people.
Perhaps the only thing that kept Zhang Tianyou, the deputy battalion commander of the death battalion as a front-line commander, from scolding his mother was that the trajectory of the Japanese 38 bullets was straight and long. If the distance exceeded fifty meters, the bullets would easily roll inside the body and cause greater trauma.
At this distance, except for one person who died on the spot because he was directly hit in the vital part of the neck and could not be rescued in time, the other four people suffered penetrating injuries, including a sergeant squad leader who was hit in the chest. They were only injured but did not lose their lives on the spot.
It was not a waste to shoot flares over the Japanese positions for free. Zhang Tianyou, who was mad, directly ordered the light and heavy machine guns of all fire squads and fire platoons to suppress the exposed fire points of the Japanese army with all their strength. It is not the light machine guns that are called fire points, but as long as they are fired.
At the same time, the rocket launcher in the infantry squad can also attack the Japanese soldiers hidden in the ruins, even if they are just individual Japanese soldiers.
The death battalion's twenty-some machine guns were placed on both sides of an infantry company that had invaded the Japanese front-line position, forming a crossfire and firing wildly at every suspicious target. It was not particularly wasteful, but the rocket launcher team was firing at a single Japanese soldier.
Three rockets were fired in succession, almost like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes, which was a bit too cruel.
The unlucky Japanese soldier was, of course, Second Lieutenant Seto.
The powerful enemy he "killed" with one shot was a sergeant squad leader, and he was also a veteran who had experienced the Battle of Gushan. On Gushan, a Japanese infantry brigade did not die despite the violent attack, but they almost died here.
.How can the infantry squad under his command not go crazy?
Maybe they felt that the rocket they fired earlier was not enough, so as soon as they rushed into the front line of the Japanese army, they searched in this direction again. It seemed that they would not give up until they found the enemy who shot their squad leader with a black gun.
Of course, Second Lieutenant Seto would not sit still and wait for death. He must escape! The dozen or so members of the infantry squad who finally found the punching bag let him go and chased after him. The rocket launcher team was the most prodigal, no matter where the Japanese second lieutenant was hiding
There, there was no chance for him to resist. A rocket was fired from more than thirty meters away.
Seto Santo, who has a dream, has good individual soldier qualities. When the small universe completely exploded, he dodged the terrible flames and steel balls of two rockets in a row.
However, over and over again, the exhausted body sluggished for a moment, and was tainted by the flames of the third rocket that could cover dozens of square meters.
Until that moment, the Japanese second lieutenant didn't know why the signal soldier would beg him to give him a shot with such determination. It was really miserable, especially when he saw his skin being burned in pieces and falling to the ground.
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Of course, Second Lieutenant Seto's three-minute escape was just a small microcosm of the battlefield.
When the death battalion infantry company rushed into the position to encircle and suppress the remaining Japanese troops, the battle was actually over.
The Japanese soldiers holding 38 caps and the death battalion infantry holding semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns were fighting hand-to-hand in the ruins, and their function was worse than holding a rolling pin.
At least, the rolling pin doesn’t have to worry about the bayonet getting stuck on the wall.
Often, the Japanese army's 1.7-meter-long Sanba Gaigai was smashed into pieces by the surging bullets before it was even lifted.
The Japanese troops at the south gate only held out for no more than 15 minutes before being wiped out. The fighting time in which the infantry participated was actually less than ten minutes.