The two infantry cannons had stopped for less than ten minutes before roaring again.
Knowing that the independent regiment was equipped with infantry artillery, but that they had no way to deal with them, the Japanese could only reduce the casualties caused by the artillery bombardment by spreading the attacking troops.
But even so, two infantry artillery shells dropped in one round can still easily kill and wound seven or eight Japanese soldiers.
"The infantry artillery has been drained well, keep firing! The heavy machine guns can also fire, and there are also grenade launchers for attacking Japanese attacking troops!" Wang Ping ordered with a frown.
The remaining five grenades in the first battalion were quickly set up under the command of the deputy commander of the fire company.
"Aim at the Japanese attacking troops, use one grenade per person, and hit the areas where the Japanese are crowded! Fire!" the deputy company commander ordered with a serious look on his face.
As soon as a grenade launcher fired the grenade, the deputy company commander ordered: "Move immediately!"
In fact, there is no need to give orders at this time. After firing the grenade, the grenade hand quickly picked up the grenade and transferred it.
In the battle just now, the excellent performance of the Japanese grenade launchers on the battlefield has left them with an unforgettable lesson.
As long as you delay for a few seconds, the grenades fired by the Japanese will fly towards you.
In the battle that lasted less than twenty minutes, more than a dozen grenade launchers had already died because their retreat was too slow.
The lessons of blood are more vigilant than anything else, urging them to continue to speed up the movements of their hands.
Sure enough, as soon as a dozen people ran less than ten meters, an explosion sounded behind them. A grenade launcher hurriedly rushed, but was still blown over on the way to retreat.
"Continue to retreat, and then take revenge!" Perhaps because he was used to seeing life and death today, the deputy company commander just looked back at his fallen comrades and ordered.
It's not that he doesn't want to save people, it's just that he can't save people.
The Japanese grenade shooters were so powerful. As soon as the first round of grenades exploded, the second round of grenades might have already flown towards them.
If you stay to rescue a comrade who is obviously not going to survive, more of your subordinates will die here!
After finally running to the next firing position, the position just now was already shrouded in thick smoke from the grenade explosion.
The deputy company commander directly ordered: "Set up the grenade barrel immediately. The old rule is, one grenade per person to avenge the fallen comrades!"
When the grenade squad fires a grenade and changes positions, constantly reaping the lives of the Japanese.
The two remaining heavy machine guns in the position were not so lucky.
As soon as a round of bullets was fired, the squad leader next to him shouted.
"Quick, move the position immediately, the Japanese grenade is not a vegetarian!"
"Raise the machine gun quickly and prepare to move!" the machine gunner who stopped firing shouted.
The several deputy shooters who were lying nearby immediately rushed to pick up the machine guns, but it was too late. Two grenades hit the side and exploded. The three main and deputy shooters were blown to pieces without even saying a word, and then fell to the ground.
Three people from a machine gun squad died in an instant. The squad leader was heartbroken and ordered with an anxious look on his face: "If three more people come up, take the machine guns away immediately and move the position!
The heavy machine gun was eventually moved to the new machine gun position, but the three main and deputy machine gunners who were blown over fell to the position forever.
"Aim at the few Japs to the east and shoot only half of the bullets this time. After the shooting is over, retreat and shoot!" the squad leader ordered, pointing at a dozen Japs still huddled together two hundred meters away.
"Da da da..." The machine gun, which had been silent for half a minute, immediately fired.
In the darkness of night, the flames from the muzzle of the gun connected directly into tongues of fire, and more than a dozen bullets flew toward the Japanese in a fan shape.
In less than two seconds, half a round of bullets was fired, and then without the squad leader's order, three assistant shooters rushed over. Each of them held the heavy machine gun and started to move after lifting it up. They didn't even have time to see the results of the battle.
The flying bullets killed three Japanese soldiers, because even if they retreated, the few grenades that the Japanese army followed were all blown up, and they did not achieve any results.
The squad leader's eyes lit up as he stared at the battlefield, and he immediately ordered: "Yes, just fight like this. Even if we only kill one Japanese at a time, we will still make money!"
The two heavy machine guns fired continuously, knocking out the Japanese one after another on the way to attack.
Coupled with the constant artillery fire from two infantry guns.
When more than 300 Japanese troops rushed from more than 400 meters to 150 meters, there must be seventy or eighty corpses scattered along the charge.
At this time, the remaining eight crooked guns of the battalion opened fire.
Compared with the heavy Type 92, the crooked handle is much lighter. The machine gunner can move it by carrying it, and he can shoot with the bipod on the ground.
As soon as the crooked gun fired, the casualties of the Japanese attacking troops increased sharply.
The Japanese army was not willing to be beaten passively. They followed the attack with crooked handles and grenade launchers, and launched counterattacks one after another.
However, the Eighth Route Army had trench cover after all. But the Japanese were completely exposed to the guns of the Eighth Route Army.
For every Eighth Route Army soldier killed on the battlefield, the corresponding Japanese casualties must be more than two.
By the time more than 300 Japanese soldiers rushed to the front of the first battalion 100 meters away, more than half of the total strength had been lost.
The 1st Battalion seemed to have adapted to this method of moving as soon as it hit. As it hit, the blocking fire became more and more intense.
Especially after hundreds of riflemen joined the battle, the Japanese casualties became even greater.
"We can't charge anymore. The Eighth Route Army's blocking firepower is too strong. If we charge any more, all the attacking troops will die!" Major Qiu Shui, who was supervising the battle from behind, frowned into a big "Sichuan" and said in a serious tone.
The chief of staff agreed and said: "The Eighth Route Army is too cunning. The machine gunners keep moving their positions. Our grenade cannons have no way of locking them. The attacking troops can only be passively beaten! This is not an attack at all, but a massacre!"
The purpose of his return reinforcements was to encircle and annihilate the Eighth Route Army occupying the west of the city. If all the troops were lost here, even if they reached the west of the city, it would be meaningless.
As soon as Major Qiu Shui thought of this, he ordered: "Then why are you still standing there? Order the attacking troops to retreat and others to provide fire cover. In addition, send out scouts to see if there is a way around the Eighth Route Army in front of us!"
"Captain, the Japanese have retreated! They must have been unable to withstand such heavy casualties and had to retreat!" Zhang Qing shouted excitedly as soon as the Japanese troops retreated.
This time, the expression on Wang Ping's face did not change and remained serious.
"Don't be too happy too early. The Japanese casualties are huge. However, our casualties are not small either!"
"Now I just hope that the political commissar will send you the news of the retreat soon, so that your first battalion can retain more backbones. If the Japanese army is allowed to charge again, your first battalion may collapse directly!"
The smile on Zhang Qing's face disappeared immediately, and he lowered his head and stared at the battlefield without saying a word!