Chapter 306 The most splendid fireworks this evening (remember 918)
PS: Today is 918. Fengyue specially wrote this chapter to dedicate this chapter to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the motherland and the nation. They are the brightest fireworks in the Chinese sky in the 20th century.
The first day of the Battle of Gushan ended with a tragedy that neither the Chinese or Japanese commanders had imagined.
That night, the commanders on both sides were heartbroken and stayed up all night.
Liu Lang stood in front of Luo Wenyu Pass and stared at the ancient mountain in silence for nearly half an hour. Even though the spring night in the north was so cold that his eyebrows were covered with hoarfrost, no one dared to persuade him.
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In the Battle of Gushan, the dare-to-die company is as its name suggests, and it is true that the company dares to die. There are 206 people in the company, and so far no one has even set foot on the ancient mountain.
No one knows Nishi Yiichi's specific mood that night, but when he heard the news, he was so furious that he chopped alive the messenger who hurried over. This was one of the many reasons why he sadly retired from the army in the future.
Time goes back to that dusk.
After the fierce bombardment that day, the Japanese invaders rushed towards the ancient mountain with nearly 300 troops. After the machine gun platoon frantically fired off a hundred rounds of artillery shells and the last six explosive packets, only the guns were left.
The bullets in his pocket and the three-sided army stab in his waist were removed.
After suffering nearly a hundred casualties, the Japanese army finally saw the dawn of victory.
The hateful Chinese finally lost all their heavy firepower, and those terrifying machine guns finally stopped roaring.
The last MG42 finally took too long to fire, and the last replaceable barrel was turned into scrap. There was only a pile of bullets stored, but it could no longer be fired.
Practice has proved that although the MG42 is awesome, it is not a god. Its huge advantage of terrifying rate of fire is also its fatal shortcoming that cannot be modified.
The Battle of Gushan made Liu Lang realize that to improve the firepower of the troops, he could not just rely on a few machine guns, but to improve the firepower of individual soldiers like the Americans. Research on individual firearms that can continuously fire is imminent.
The Gushan position without fire support was undoubtedly like a big girl who had been stripped naked at that moment, just waiting for the screaming Japanese to rush up and ravage them at will.
Although the Chinese's marksmanship was also very accurate, the sporadic rifle shots were no longer noticed by the Japanese soldiers who were rapidly secreting adrenaline.
The Japanese army slowly but surely advanced towards the Gushan position. Although they would always pay a few casualties every time they took a step forward, that was nothing compared to the victory they were about to gain.
Thirty meters further is the Chinese position. Moreover, the Chinese seem to be exhausted and have given up resistance. They have not fired for half a minute.
A Japanese major with a white cloth on his head had blood in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out his saber and pointed in the direction of the position on the top of the mountain thirty meters away.
As the captain of the 2nd Battalion, Major Toshio Nakamura took the initiative to go to the front line to command the last desperate attack before dark. After the casualty rate of the 3rd Battalion reached 70%, his 2nd Battalion
The brigade took over the offensive task. After two attacks, he finally understood why the third brigade, whose combat effectiveness was no worse than that of his second brigade, suffered so miserably.
The Chinese defending the position were not only extremely tenacious in fighting and not inferior to the Imperial Army, but also surpassed the Imperial Army in terms of equipment and firepower, except for the lack of heavy artillery.
What's even more frightening is that the accuracy of the opponent's marksmanship and the ability to avoid various threats are the only ones that Toshio Nakamura has seen in his life. They are all well-trained soldiers, rather than the Chinese army who put down their hoes and go to the battlefield as the military thinks.
Peasant Army.
Could this be the strength of the China Central Army? If the China Central Army had such strength, could the empire still occupy this rich and beautiful country? Such questions almost uncontrollably came to Toshio Nakamura's mind at that moment.
After two battles, Toshio Nakamura's 2nd Battalion had 150 killed and 120 injured. One and a half squadrons were wiped out. Now, there are at least 100 more people lying on the offensive road. Why don't you think Toshio Nakamura didn't?
Hate? His only thought now is to rush to the battlefield, cut off the heads of all Chinese who are alive, no, even dead, and hang them high in front of Luo Wenyu's Chinese defenders.
The Japanese commander was overwhelmed by anger and hatred, but Zhou Shiyu and several wounded soldiers were sitting in a large pit obviously left by a 240MM howitzer, leaning against the wall of the pit, Zhou Shiyu casually placed his cigarette in
The burning wood on the side was still lit, and he took a deep breath and said leisurely: "Brothers, I'm sorry, Zhou Shitou didn't give you anything good before he went on the road, so he can only give you a cigarette.
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"Haha, company commander, it would be nice to have a cigarette before we go on the road. It is better than us all turning into ashes and the regiment lighting a cigarette in front of our tombstone! At least we can smoke." A wounded soldier showed off.
He raised the cigarette in his hand and laughed loudly.
"Okay, as long as the brothers don't complain about me, it will be fine. What about that? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If not, we will hit the road." Zhou Shiyu looked around and looked at the faces of the eight wounded soldiers around him.
Slide over.
"Company Commander, I killed eight little Japs. Let's record it in our company's merit book! This way, my mother can get eighty more yuan to live in her old age!" A soldier took a puff of his cigarette and asked with hope in his eyes.
road.
"Don't worry, I've asked Signal Corpsman Liu Daxin to hide the credit book. The regiment and others will see it. Your mother will definitely not be short of money." Zhou Shiyu nodded and replied with certainty.
"Company commander, the little Japs are coming." A soldier poked his head in and said.
"Come on, okay! Brothers, come on, let's go on the road together." Zhou Shiyu threw down the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and shot down a Japanese soldier who was rushing in front only 20 meters away from them.
"Haha, come on, little devil, grandpa has so many of you to support him before he dies, that's enough." The wounded soldiers relied on this huge crater to fire their last few bullets.
"Yo Xi, there are still alive." Toshio Nakamura, who saw several soldiers spinning and falling in front of him, was not angry but overjoyed. He ordered loudly: "Don't throw grenades at them, I want the Chinese alive."
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At the same time, the commander of the machine gun platoon in the tunnel heard another loud gunshot on the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but burst into tears. He punched the stone tunnel wall and shouted: "Order, the artillery battery fires, fires, fires."
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After yelling, the man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and the only second lieutenant with the highest rank remaining in the death-defying company just squatted in the tunnel with his face covered and cried loudly. His big tears splashed on the ground along his rough fingers.
, the sound is like a wolf howling.
"Fire, fire, fire for me." After answering the phone, Zhao Ergou stared at the sky in the distance with an unprecedented ferocious face and yelled crazily.
The death-defying company actually sent a signal that they would die together. It was the first time for Zhao Ergou to point his guns at his comrades, which was undoubtedly difficult for Zhao Ergou.
"Fire the artillery. Give me all the artillery fire. Give me the two bases." The artilleryman in charge of pulling the bolt of the Bofors Mountain artillery hesitated for a moment, then was kicked over by the crazy Zhao Ergou and pulled it himself.
Removed the breech block.
"Boom, boom, boom." The two Bofors mountain cannons of the Independence Regiment and the ten captured mountain cannons roared one after another. They used their unique madness to show the Japanese invaders that the Independence Regiment was not weaklings. They also had cannons and could attack them.
It takes several plows back and forth from the top of the ancient mountain to the foot of the mountain.
Facing the slowly advancing Japanese troops and listening to the screams coming from far and near, Zhou Shiyu had a smile on his face. All the Japanese troops on the top of the mountain were doomed.
He and eight wounded soldiers were here, just waiting to see the most brilliant fireworks in the evening.