The young lieutenant, whose telescope had been taken away by the veteran, was walking in the trench with one arm hanging and his waist bent, informing his subordinates of the decision to go to the peak.
Of the nearly 500 people from the three companies on the top of the black pot, 300 people will withdraw from their positions and retreat to the tunnel first, leaving only one company under his command with more than 140 people to hold on to the position. The friendly artillery will attack the first 100 people in the position in three minutes.
meters for artillery coverage.
Everyone must first find their own shell-proof hole to prevent being accidentally injured by friendly fire. This is what the lieutenant must explain to everyone.
The young lieutenant who was explaining to the soldiers suddenly felt a concerned look. He looked up and saw the gaze of the veteran a few meters away on his arm. He had mixed feelings in his heart and involuntarily accelerated his steps forward: "
Fifth squad leader, have you found your squad's bombproof hole? There is only one minute left and the bombardment will begin."
"I've already made arrangements here, but you, what happened to your arm?" The veteran didn't seem to be excited at all by the superior's special care. Instead, he rolled his eyes and asked stiffly.
"My skin was slightly damaged by the Japs' machine gun. My left hand does not affect my shooting." The young lieutenant was not angry at all. He used his good right hand to pull out the cannon from his waist and explained to the veteran.
That way, it doesn't look like a superior and a subordinate, but more like a junior facing an elder.
"Hmph, hurry back to your headquarters. Don't be brave. Bullets on the battlefield don't have long eyes." The veteran was obviously still a little unhappy and hummed a lesson.
"Then, squad leader five, be careful." The young lieutenant turned around and left. After taking two steps, he turned back and said softly.
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.
"Be careful about that too!" The old soldier's face, which was still hard just now, looked at the back of the young man walking away, then softened little by little, and said in a voice that only he could hear.
Obviously, this veteran and the young lieutenant have a special relationship that goes beyond being comrades-in-arms. Not every veteran can have such a conversation with their commander.
"Boom..." The artillery fire from the independent regiment's artillery company arrived as expected.
Fireworks suddenly exploded at the front of the black pot top position, which was nearly three miles wide. The puppet troops who were caught off guard were immediately knocked upside down by the explosion.
The eight mountain cannons can only cover a few hundred square meters of area. As long as it does not hit directly, even if it explodes five meters away from the 11-ton Type 89 medium tank, it will only shake the tank violently without causing any damage.
Too substantial harm.
But for infantry without protection, it is too deadly. Every explosion of a shell will always be accompanied by the figures of a few unlucky guys flying into the sky. Artillery, the god of war, is very dangerous to infantry without the protection of trenches.
It is simply an unsolvable existence.
Those who are killed by artillery fire are normal, and those who are not killed are exceptions. Surviving under artillery fire mostly depends on luck, and a small part depends on experience.
For example, choose a location to avoid artillery fire.
The eight tanks were very experienced. The moment they were bombarded, they ignored the puppet troops in front of them and advanced towards the garrison position at full speed. The tracks of several tanks were already covered with the flesh and blood of the puppet troops.
Whether they are dead or lying on the ground to avoid the gunfire after being blasted by artillery fire, everything on the route of the Type 89 tank has become a decoration on the track.
The muffled sound of crushed human tissue even overshadowed the roar of mountain artillery shells for a moment. The gruesome explosion of human bodies and the spray of blood fountains for more than ten meters stimulated the puppet troops. Under the influence of the accompanying officers,
With desperate calls, he followed the tanks and attacked the defenders' positions.
The national soldiers hiding in the artillery holes were alerted by the whistles of the guard posts. They climbed out of the artillery holes and entered the fighting position to shoot desperately. The worst result occurred. The two Japanese soldiers who were bombarded not only did not retreat but launched more resolutely.
Attacking, holding the position is the first priority at this time. As for whether it will be accidentally bombed by friendly forces, it has been put second.
One side wants to defend the position, and the other side wants to avoid the artillery fire and capture the position. The soldiers from both sides shoot the bullets in the chamber of their guns as quickly as possible, and then pull the bolt to fire the next round.
At this moment, human life has become worthless, and shooting the bullets in the gun barrel is the task that everyone wants to complete the most. The on-board machine guns of the eight Japanese tanks roared desperately, pouring bullets like a downpour, and everyone on the top of the black pot position
The remaining eight light machine guns also let out their own roars.
At this moment, no one can be suppressed, not the charging puppet troops, nor the national troops lying in the trenches. If you expose your head and shoot, you may die, but if you don't shoot, the result will definitely be that you will never have the right to shoot again.
Both sides were cornered by the other.
The puppet soldiers in the charge kept falling down with painful wails after being hit by bullets. The luckiest ones might just be injured but not die. If they could win, they might still survive. If they were slightly lucky, they would still be able to leave a whole body. Luck.
Worse, no matter whether you die or not, you may be blown to pieces by the subsequent artillery fire.
The small mushroom-shaped fireworks that exploded in the mountains of northern China did not care what was within the range of their existence. Whether they were dead or alive, or flowers, plants and trees, as long as they existed on the surface, they would be destroyed by it.
The national troops on the position also suffered heavy casualties. Hundreds of rifles were fired at the puppet soldiers trying to survive. In addition, 16 machine guns on eight tanks were fired wildly. It seemed that every breath of air could inhale a bullet.
Many soldiers just raised their heads slightly and fell down with a groan. The 29th Army cannot provide every ordinary officer and soldier with a helmet. That is a treatment that only the Central Army has.
In fact, even if there is a steel helmet, it will not play much role in such a close-range exchange of fire. Since the day it was born, the steel helmet has been mainly used to protect against shrapnel splash. It cannot withstand the bullets with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters per second.
huge kinetic energy.
No one was sad, maybe there was no time to grieve, the living people just mechanically put the grenades with the back cover unscrewed next to their dead comrades within their reach.
That is their last heavy weapon.
It can not only deal with the infantry of the two Japanese soldiers, but also the tanks of the small Japanese soldiers.
There was already at least one squad of soldiers in the trench, silently bundling grenades and cluster grenades, a weapon that could paralyze Japanese tanks.
The only drawback is that the cluster grenade weighing more than ten kilograms can no longer be thrown far. It must be stuffed into the belly of the tank by someone at close range. This means that even if a soldier can escape the hail of bullets and detonate the cluster grenade, he will surely
There is no way to escape the shock wave.
To put it bluntly, those who went to blow up the Japanese tanks that were getting closer and closer were all death squads, death squads who wanted to trade their lives for their lives.