In Nagakawahara Kan's telescope, although the brave soldiers of his 3rd Battalion suffered a lot of losses, they were still tenaciously approaching little by little. On the other hand, looking at the Chinese defenders on the defensive position, their machine gun fire points had been blown up.
In several places, the only two remaining heavy firepower points were unable to fire effectively and continuously under the suppression of heavy machine guns and grenade launchers. The resistance of the Chinese soldiers became weaker and weaker, and the grenades thrown from time to time were no longer as good as before.
So violent.
It was obvious that the balance of victory was tilting towards him, and the enemy was at the end of its strength. A smile appeared on Nagakawahara Kan's face.
However, he did not relax his vigilance. It was observed that the Chinese defenders who had been operating in the ancient mountains were more than just these two platoons. Moreover, the independent regiment of the China Central Army was somewhat different from other Chinese troops. In the past, it was based on the opponent's firepower.
The method of judging their military strength is not accurate when applied to them.
"Order the two infantry squadrons not to advance rashly after occupying each other's positions. They must first switch from offense to defense and wait until all supporting firepower is in place before continuing the attack to prevent the Chinese from playing tricks." Nagakawahara Kan rushed to the messenger next to him.
Looking at the back of the messenger who was leaving, Major Yamamoto, the captain of the 3rd Brigade, who had almost been "deprived" of frontline command, did not feel aggrieved. Instead, he asked with a little flattery: "Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, why don't we take advantage of the opportunity?"
Kill the Chinese in one fell swoop as they flee? The Chinese who have lost their fortifications are nothing more than a group of panicked rabbits in front of our Imperial Japanese Army, vulnerable to a single blow."
"No, no, Yamamoto-kun, you are wrong. It's not that I have the ambition of others to destroy my own prestige. This Chinese army is different from the Chinese army we have seen before. Let's not say that the 4th Brigade was broken because of all of them.
Speaking of the confrontation just now, the Chinese had no heavy artillery, no mountain artillery, and even very few machine guns. However, they were able to block nearly two squadrons of our soldiers in front of the position for half an hour. I believe you also know that the previous one was the easiest.
The fire reconnaissance tentative attack revealed the casualty figures of our army: 16 were killed and 35 were wounded, a squadron of 200, with a casualty rate of nearly 25%.
Obviously, this is a tenacious opponent. Moreover, they are also very cunning. Our artillery made a time lag and hoped to inflict casualties on the enemy. However, judging from the number of people participating in the defense, it is obvious that the artillery's best wishes failed.
Facing such a tenacious and cunning opponent, we cannot be too cautious." Nagakawahara Kan shook his head and explained patiently.
"Hai, the brigade commander is wise." Major Yamamoto stood at attention and bowed slightly, respectfully expressing his sincerity.
This flattering slap that hit the G-spot in the middle of the butt undoubtedly made Major General Kan Nagakawa very comfortable. He leaned on his belly and poked the handle of his command knife on the ground, and stood with his eyes slightly narrowed.
Looking at the position in the distance, he said: "Yamamoto-kun, don't you think that being able to completely annihilate such an opponent is far more satisfying than annihilating a group of cowards?"
"Haha, I believe that your Excellency, the brigade commander, will soon feel happy." Major Yamamoto is obviously a person who is very good at understanding the thoughts of his superiors and is also very good at talking.
While the two Japanese commanders were joking, one squad from the platoon of the death-defying company was left behind to continue blocking the enemy. The rest carried the bodies of the soldiers and the seriously wounded and withdrew into the No. 2 position 30 meters away, where there was silence for a long time.
Two MG42s fired wildly at a remaining firepower point fortification in Position 2, suppressing the Japanese troops who were accelerating their attack again. After witnessing the terrifying rate of fire of these two machine guns, no Japanese invaders dared to risk their lives in front of them.
Anyone who dares to risk their lives in front of it will die.
The only thing that can slightly suppress those two terrifying machine guns is the grenade launcher a few hundred meters away and the heavy machine gun firepower group composed of eight Type 92 heavy machine guns.
After covering the evacuation of the last squad of soldiers to Position 2 through the traffic trench, the MG42 machine gun also stopped firing. There was no way, the MG42 was very exciting to shoot, but it consumed a huge amount of bullets, and it only lasted half an hour.
In the battle, two MG42s fired nearly 4,000 rounds of ammunition, and even the barrels were replaced twice. If other troops were included, this could almost be the shooting volume of two Maxim machine guns in a day.
Although the death-defying company has a lot of ammunition stored, there will be an unknown amount of time of fighting ahead, so you must save when you can. The two MG42 machine gunners who were so excited can almost hear their platoon leader grinding his teeth behind him.
’s voice. Before the battle, I had already told them that this battle could not be fought with more than 2,000 rounds at most. Now it seems that only half of them were fired.
Without the suppression of machine gun fire, the Japanese troops who had already rushed thirty meters in front of the No. 1 position took only two breaths to rush into the No. 1 position.
What was left to them was a clean position that had been moved. Except for the large blood stains on the ground that proved that they had also effectively killed and wounded the defenders, the rest of the phenomenon they had imagined, with corpses strewn across the field and the enemy fleeing in panic, did not appear.
Good guy, this is an organized retreat of the Chinese. The Japanese squadron leader Fujita Ichiro, who has already entered the trench, took a deep breath and expressed his gratitude to His Excellency Nagakawa of the brigade who ordered them to switch from offensive to defensive and stand still waiting for fire support.
admiration.
As a captain with rich combat experience, Ichiro Fujita certainly knew how difficult it would be for pure infantry to attack a stubborn enemy who had retreated in an orderly manner and regained the advantage of fortifications. He could no longer lose any more soldiers. Looking back, he could still
Lying on the road ahead and motionless, the khaki figures that could be seen everywhere made Ichiro Fujita almost burst into tears. Basically only half of his squadron was left, and they were all veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles! Even if they were
After replenishing it to full capacity, the combat effectiveness will not be the same as before.
"Damn Chinese people, I swear on the honor of the Fujita family, I, Fujita Ichiro, will definitely dig out your hearts." Ichiro Fujita raised his neck and looked at another Chinese position dozens of meters away, and swore through gritted teeth.
Obviously, Captain Fujita, who was raising his neck, did not realize that the trench in front of him was too high.
Of course, it may be because he is too short. Captain Fujita, who is only 1.58 meters tall, sees many objects as taller versions, so he casually ignores the 2-meter-high trench in front of him.
If he wants to climb out of the trench and attack the opposite position, he may have to get a small ladder or a small bench, which may not satisfy his wish.
"Asshole, the Chinese are so afraid of death that they dug the trench so deep."
After the defense mission was assigned, the little Japanese who were about to put their guns in the trench had to sadly find that they really couldn't do it, even if they were jumping. The Japanese invaders, who were inherently deficient, cursed the immoral Chinese for not giving them a suitable opportunity.
Their height positions.
A fierce little Japanese sergeant relied on his strong leg strength to push up to the edge of the trench. However, he was very happy and sad because he used too much force and his head was too high.
And more than thirty meters away, there were a row of bandit soldiers from the death-defying company who had been holding guns and squinting at them.
Thirty meters, a target as big as a basketball, is not too simple, for the members of the suicide company who each shot more than a thousand rounds of bullets in three months.
"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots were fired at the same time.
There were three holes spouting blood on the buttery steel helmet. The Type 90 helmet used its rounded sliding angles to deflect one bullet, but it could not block the direct fire of the other three bullets.
The three irregular warheads that penetrated the helmet almost shattered the Japanese soldier's head inside the helmet. At the same time, the huge impact caused the Japanese soldier who fell silently in the trench to have his neck bent at a weird ninety degrees.
"Baga, I've been fooled."
When Ichiro Fujita, who was troubled by the soldiers' inability to climb up the trench and shoot, saw that the soldiers who were only five or six meters away from him were knocked down by such a shot, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Could it be that the Chinese did this on purpose? This terrifying thought came to mind. Looking at the trench behind him, it was obviously 20 centimeters shorter than this side. Ichiro Fujita had a clear idea in his mind and couldn't help but shout.
But obviously, he understood it too late.
Round grenades were thrown towards the trench from the opposite side like raindrops.