Chapter 1403 Japanese army entering the charge position
It has to be said that the Japanese army's artillery was also very tenacious. The machine cannons hit the wall where they were standing with holes everywhere. The temporary sandbags could not prevent the machine gun shells from shooting at a horizontal range of more than 1,500 meters, but they also encouraged
With eyes and cheeks puffed out, he held back his energy and shot at the warehouse.
In terms of this spirit of fearlessness and fear of death, the two soldiers who used artillery shells to fight against each other are actually the two best groups in the East of the world in this era.
The Chinese have reasons why they must fight to the death to protect, and the Japanese also have the so-called Bushido spirit. In the face of death, they are not as cowardly as the legend says.
Who dies and who lives actually no longer depends on the accuracy of the bombardment of both sides, nor does it depend on whose nerves are tougher, but more on luck. Whoever God is on will have the last laugh.
Even the Japanese commanders, Colonel Jiro Wakita and Lieutenant Colonel Kitajima Takeo, could not help but be shocked by the fearless duel between the artillerymen of both sides. Through the telescope, balls of artillery fire were like blooming roses in the spacious and thick Sihang Warehouse.
The explosions bloomed on the walls, and even the nearest one exploded five meters away from the Chinese sandbag fortifications. However, the three machine guns were unmoved. The muzzle flames they spit out stung the telescope hidden hundreds of meters away.
The eyes of the last two Japanese military officers.
"These Chinese people are really stubborn!" Jiro Wakita put down the telescope in his hand, with fear on his face, and he sighed sincerely: "The empire still has a long way to go before it wants to conquer this ancient nation.
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"Yes, Your Excellency, Captain, the Chinese people in this unit are so tenacious that I have never seen them in my life!" Admiration flashed across Takeo Kitajima's face, and he murmured in response to his superior.
"They must be the elite of the Chinese army. If they are crushed, the confidence of the Chinese people will collapse. I think it will be of great benefit to our army in future battles. No matter how many sacrifices are made in this battle
It's worth it." Colonel Wakiitajiro looked solemn, looked back at his deputy, and asked: "Kitashima-kun, do you think so?"
"Hi! Your Excellency, Captain, I understand what you mean. Our 36th Infantry Regiment will not retreat in this battle." Takeo Kitajima's face was slightly moved, and he nodded heavily. "This is not just a matter of concern.
The battle of honor of our unit may even affect the war between the entire empire and China."
The Japanese lieutenant colonel knew in his heart that his superior was using this to express his determination to fight. Those who did not support him were his enemies.
But the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel couldn't refute at all, because he knew very well that maybe this man was wrong many times, but he was right this time. More and more Chinese people in the Western Concession gathered by the river to watch the battle.
Newspapers and radio stations have also been publishing lengthy articles to publicize this small battle, which can be said to be barely a battlefield. The longer the Chinese persist here, the higher the Chinese civilians' sentiments towards the Japanese war will become.
That’s a population of more than 40 million! When I think that the empire with only tens of millions of people is about to face China with a population base of 40 million, I don’t know how many people will pick up guns and go to the battlefield encouraged by this battle.
, Takeo Kitajima couldn't help but want to wipe away the cold sweat.
The most terrifying thing about the Chinese people is not their vast territory. What is the use of a vast territory with no output and no aircraft or artillery? The most terrifying thing about them is their population. The huge population base makes people feel a little desperate.
But luck, obviously, was not on the side of the Japanese today. This was already Lei Xiong's fourth bullet fired by the Japanese artillery fire. The cement fragments stirred up by the explosion of the infantry shell five meters away fell from his brow.
Passing by, bright red blood flowed from his eyebrows down his cheeks, and he did not let his fingers leave the handle and trigger. His eyes were always on the sight, and everything was filled with gunpowder smoke.
Behind the smoke, there were Japanese infantry artillery. He had to kill them before their shells hit his machine cannon. Otherwise, not only would he die, but so would his brothers.
The Japanese infantry, under the cover of infantry artillery, had advanced at least 100 meters. Not only were their ferocious faces clearly visible, but even the cold light on their bayonets seemed to be very close to their eyes.
The Japanese infantry seemed to be so numerous that it seemed hopeless. No matter how hard they tried to shoot, the number of prairie dogs lying in the ruins and trying to squirm toward the warehouse did not seem to decrease at all. Lei Xiong did not dare to mobilize troops from both wings to reinforce the main battlefield.
The gunfire from both wings never stopped. Obviously, the crazy Japanese army was attacking from three sides this time, intending to break through the entire defense line in one fell swoop.
There is no escape route. If you want to stop the Japanese infantry, you must kill the Japanese's most powerful fire support in a head-on confrontation. Otherwise, when the Japanese infantry enters the blind spot, the warehouse will be in danger.
A Japanese infantry gun misfired.
Three of the machine gun shells fired by Lei Xiong hit the sandbag fortification of the infantry gun. The soil in the hastily built sandbags was not dry, and there was not even enough. Even if it was two layers high, it was barely able to block heavy machine gun bullets, let alone
It blocked the more powerful machine gun shells. The cigar-sized shells effortlessly penetrated the sandbags and hit the gunner on the side of the infantry gun.
A Japanese infantry gun is basically operated by a small team of fifteen people, and the division of labor is also very detailed. There is a gunner, an observer, and an ammunition hand. The 70mm infantry gun weighing 200 kilograms is already considered an excellent battalion-level fire support.
artillery, but its transportation is still a troublesome thing, especially for the Japanese army, which is also not very mechanized. The artillery team of fifteen people, most of them are ammunition soldiers who need to participate in the transportation of infantry artillery bodies, including ammunition.
But the shell hit the gunner first, a core member of the infantry artillery unit. The cigar-sized shell passed through the sandbag and hit the gunner's abdomen after a slight deflection. The horrific wound was even larger than the mouth of a bowl.
The gunner didn't feel any pain. It wasn't until the screams behind him sounded that he lowered his head and looked down at his abdomen, which was already feeling pain.
With horrified eyes, the Japanese artilleryman watched his blue-black large and small intestines mixed with countless blood pouring out and falling from the devastating wound. He stood still for several seconds before the Japanese artilleryman burst out with a shocking tragedy.
Howl, far louder than the sound of the cannonball behind him that passed through his body and hit his colleague who sprayed blood mist on his thigh.
After the cannonball warhead passed through the sandbag, it actually penetrated two people, leaving a bunch of human meat skewers.
Obviously, these two Japanese soldiers were not going to survive. It wouldn't take a minute, and it wouldn't take them all their blood. The severe pain alone would kill them to death.
These two people were not the only ones who suffered this bad luck in this artillery unit. Two other artillery shells also hit this infantry artillery fortification, and also took away the lives of two other Japanese soldiers without mercy. One of them was even more brutal, directly killing two Japanese soldiers.
Half of the body of the artillery squad leader who waved his flag to order an artillery attack was shattered. Fresh blood and flesh splashed on the faces of the surrounding Japanese soldiers who had not yet reacted.
When the Japanese soldiers who didn't know what was going on were able to push away the flesh and blood that was blinding their eyes and see what was happening, they immediately knelt on the ground and vomited loudly. The artillerymen, who were only responsible for firing artillery shells and could hardly see the cruel battlefield, probably saw the heart for the first time.
It looks like it's bulging and shrinking inside the human body!
All tenacity was defeated after the cruelty came. There were no less than three Japanese soldiers wailing in the violent vomiting. The infantry artillery also stopped the bombardment accordingly. The death of the artillery team's top commander and core gunner made the artillery
The squad completely lost its combat effectiveness.
Of course, Lei Xiong and the three machine gunners could not see all this. They were still shooting at several other Japanese infantry guns. Even if they had scopes, they could not see clearly the Japanese troops behind the thick smoke 800 meters away.
The position of the artillery was just like the Japanese artillery 800 meters away could not see them clearly.
But the Japanese infantry was approaching.
More than 100 infantrymen approached the position fifty meters away from the warehouse. If they were given another twenty meters, they would charge, charging against the Chinese light and heavy machine guns and rifles that were still firing despite artillery fire.
As long as they can hold on for three seconds without falling to the Chinese bullets, they will rush to two blind spots. A small team carrying explosive bags may be able to blast two gaps without having to attack an infantryman who has killed them.
The front entrance of the team is now. Even if there are no Chinese machine guns anywhere, all the infantry team leaders will not be stupid enough to lead people to rush in. The Chinese may have already placed machine guns inside waiting for them to rush in!
Chen Yunfa had already left the third floor and carried his "Hitler Chainsaw" to the most dangerous first floor. If the Czech light machine gun and the Maxim heavy machine gun are good at suppressing the charge of infantry groups, then the "Hitler Chainsaw" is the counterattack
The best person to control the charge of an infantry group. At this point, a machine gun with a rate of fire of 100 rounds per minute can only hold a candle to it. Although machine cannons kill people, it is terrible, but if there are really a hundred soldiers who are not afraid of death, they will show up.
A semicircle charged at the machine gun from a distance of fifty meters, but the machine gun could only do nothing.
But this is what "Hitler Chainsaw" is most pleased to see.
As long as you give it enough bullets, this monster, which can change the barrel in three seconds and can fire up to more than 1,200 bullets per minute, can spit out a desperate rain of bullets at hundreds of enemies.
Chen Yunfa kicked open the two large sandbags blocking the window, revealing a perforation hole of at least one square meter. In the frightened eyes of the machine gunners on the side, he threw the last 1,300 bullet belts left in the huge backpack to some
The dull shooter smiled honestly and gently: "Brother, it's okay to be my assistant shooter first!"
"No problem, just, what should I do?" the light machine gun shooter, who didn't quite understand what the big guy meant, asked nonchalantly.
"Just help me hold the bullet belt. Don't let my gun jam." Chen Yunfa glanced at the young superior soldier gently and said.
Chen Yunfa's face was gentle and his face was honest. Although his huge body gave people a great sense of intimidation, it did not give people a strong sense of distance. However, the young superior soldier clearly saw him and turned around to look at him who was already 40 meters away from the warehouse.
The face of the big man who was about to charge the Japanese army was clearly visible, and his eyes were stained with blood.
The murderous intention that he was about to express towards the enemy actually made the hairs on the whole body of this private who had been in the army for four years stand up.
The superior soldier who obeyed the order and squatted down to hold the bullet belt deeply felt the murderous intent of the lieutenant. What about the Japanese army? The only thing they could feel was the bullet fired by the lieutenant.