The Japanese army was not a vegetarian with grenade launchers. The six grenade launchers already on the battlefield were the first to counterattack.
The six grenades seemed to have eyes. They all hit the grenade array of the first battalion at once, blowing up a grenade launcher and two gunners on the spot.
Unlike mortars, grenades require mechanical adjustment of the muzzle to aim at the target.
An excellent grenade hand holds the barrel and can accurately find the target position with just a pair of eyes. Then the barrel of the grenade in his hand shifts slightly and starts shooting, and he always hits the mark.
"Move your position immediately and continue to stare at the Japanese heavy machine guns!" the deputy commander of the fire company who commanded them immediately ordered.
After arriving at the new position, he continued to order: "Spread out a little, aim at the heavy machine gun in the middle and fire, one grenade and one grenade, and then move after firing! Prepare... to fire!"
Soon, violent explosions rang out at the Japanese heavy machine gun positions. Dozens of grenade launchers strictly followed the orders and retreated while holding the grenades in their arms.
However, the Japanese grenade shooters were so powerful and their reaction speed was so fast. As soon as everyone stepped forward, six grenades exploded behind them. Unfortunately, the two grenade launchers were shot in the back and fell in a pool of blood.
Three small artillery squads were beaten by six Japanese grenades. Zhang Qing was very angry and wished he could rush forward himself.
But in the end he endured it, because his soldiers were not trained enough and their fighting qualities were not as good as those of the elite Japanese soldiers.
Since he was no match for him in sparring, Zhang Qing could only think of other ways to make up for this shortcoming.
"The Japanese grenade launchers are so powerful. We have few heavy machine guns and it is inconvenient to move. We are definitely no match for the grenade launchers. Order, shoot all the crooked weapons on the position and stare at the Japanese grenade launchers."
Shoot me. If you are confident that a sharpshooter can shoot, we can't let them be so arrogant and suppress us to fight!"
Although the position defended by the 1st Battalion does not have a high terrain advantage, it still has a height of five or six meters.
In addition, there was an unobstructed view in front of the position. Even though the Japanese grenade launchers were squatting 150 meters in front of the position to shoot, the two companies guarding the position could still clearly see their every move.
There were eight crooked weapons in total, and they all fired condescendingly.
The dozen or so Japanese grenade launchers who were caught off guard were killed on the spot and more than half were injured.
The remaining Japs who were still alive immediately lay down on the ground to avoid bullets.
"Baga, the Eighth Route Army is actually equipped with so many machine guns, it's incredible!" Major Qiu Shui exclaimed with a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked at the eight tongues of flame that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
Then he changed the topic and continued: "However, no matter how strong the firepower is, it can't stop the front of the Imperial Army of Japan!"
"Order the heavy machine guns to suppress the Eighth Route Army's blocking fire, and the attacking troops will counterattack immediately!"
"All the second squadron, come up and attack together with the first squadron!"
"However, the machine gunners and grenade launchers of the second squadron must move forward to provide fire support to the first squadron!"
Major Qiu Shui, the captain of the Japanese army, changed the combat order at the right time and instantly reversed the unfavorable situation on the battlefield.
The two infantry squadrons fired back with more than a dozen crooked guns. After six grenade launchers joined the battle, three grenade launchers were specially assigned to hit the machine gun fire points on the position. The eight grenade launchers screamed happily.
Machine guns kept misfiring and machine gunners died.
"No, the Japs and Japs have increased their offensive troops and firepower. It's too passive to fight like this!" Zhang Qing said with a frown.
Then he began to issue orders: "The heavy machine gun platoon will fire immediately to suppress the enemy's offensive firepower! Others will also fire, and the enemy must not be allowed to get close to our position! This is the bottom line!"
At this time, Wang Ping suddenly asked: "Have the Japanese offensive troops entered the artillery fire coverage area reserved for the infantry artillery?"
"Then let the infantry artillery fire! The infantry artillery has a long range, and the mortars equipped by the Japanese can't do anything to them. They can completely suppress the Japanese!" Wang Ping made a decision directly.
Seeing what Zhang Qing wanted to say, Wang Ping waved his hand and analyzed.
"I know you are worried that firing the artillery now will scare away the Japs, but you have to remember that the mission of a battalion is to stop the Japs, not to kill many people. As long as it can stop them and reduce the losses of the troops, any weapon can be used! As for the elimination
I don't care how many Japs there are. If the two infantry cannons can really scare the Japs from attacking, that would be the best!"
"Woo...boom...boom..." A harsh scream soon sounded on the battlefield, followed by two explosions in the middle of the Japanese attacking troops.
A dozen or so hideous-looking Japanese soldiers were either torn to pieces by artillery shells on the spot, blown away, or blown to the ground.
Major Qiu Shui was still full of confidence just now, believing that the war situation was developing in a direction that was favorable to him.
As soon as the shell exploded, the confidence on his face disappeared, and he still showed an expression of disbelief.
"How is that possible? Infantry artillery, how could the Eighth Route Army be equipped with infantry artillery!"
Then, before the second artillery shell hit the attacking troops, he shouted an order: "Order the artillery to counterattack immediately and destroy these two infantry guns!"
An artillery squad leader next to him immediately shook his head and replied: "Captain, the distance is too far. The mortars we equip cannot reach the infantry artillery position!"
"Then just watch the infantry attack under artillery fire!" Major Qiu Shui asked, staring at the artillery squad leader.
The squad leader could only lower his head and say nothing.
Fortunately, the deputy captain spoke at this time: "We still have a chance! The Eighth Route Army only has two infantry cannons. As long as their infantry is eliminated, without infantry protection, the two infantry cannons are just scrap metal and have no effect!"
"Yo Xi!" The angry expression on Major Qiu Shui's face looked much better, and he ordered: "Continue the attack, ignore the shelling, and rush directly into the Eighth Route Army's position to destroy them!"
"Kill me!" Officers at all levels during the attack raised their command swords and ordered the soldiers who had just fallen down to continue rushing forward.
At this time, more than two hundred riflemen on the position also opened fire.
Most of them are veterans who have experienced bloody battles. Although they are not as good as the elite Japanese soldiers, they already know how to sign up on the battlefield.
Seeing the opportunity, he fired a bullet at the enemy in front of him, then quickly retreated into the trench, moved to the side and continued to look for opportunities to shoot.
The Japs in the attack continued to be killed, and the Eighth Route Army troops on the ground continued to lose their lives. Bullets from both sides came back and forth, killing the opponents to their heart's content.
"Boom...boom..." At this time, the two infantry cannons fired again, and the two screaming shells took away more than a dozen Japanese lives.
The bullets in front were blocked, and the cannonballs overhead kept falling. More than half of the more than 100 men in the first squadron were lost in one go.
At this time, they were still seventy or eighty meters away from the first battalion position!
