"Quick, everyone retreat to the artillery caves, the little devils are going to fire!" The second battalion's first company position, one main company and one recruit company, the veterans led the recruits. Amidst the scoldings of the squad and platoon leader, they took their guns and moved towards them.
Rush into the nearest bombhole.
Some recruits have never been on the battlefield and do not know the power of artillery fire. If they move a little slower, they will immediately be scolded by the veterans around them. If they are more direct, they will kick the recruits hard.
"If you want to die, why don't you go into the bombproof hole!"
"Hurry into the bomb-proof hole, or the little Japanese will be blown up before you see it!"
"Woooooooo..." After the three hundred or so people had almost retreated, a scream came over.
The experienced veteran in the bomb-proof cave immediately ordered: "Open your mouths, otherwise you will have tinnitus!"
"Boom, boom, boom..." Before they could finish speaking, a violent explosion was right above their heads.
The shell-proof holes under their feet began to tremble in the violent explosion, and the still-dry soil above their heads continued to fall from the gaps in the supporting logs.
The recruit, who looked contemptuous just now, suddenly turned pale.
Quickly listen to the orders of the veterans around you and open your mouth.
However, judging from their trembling bodies, they were more nervous and guilty than ever at this time.
From the moment the first explosion sounded above their heads, the violent explosion showed no sign of stopping.
Less than two minutes later, large beads of sweat began to appear on some people's foreheads due to nervousness.
Then he asked guiltily to the veterans around him: "Why hasn't the bombardment ended yet? Our bomb-proof holes won't be trampled by the bombs!"
"Wait, how could the shelling end so soon after it started? The little devil is so rich that a shelling can take five minutes or even longer!" the veteran consoled him in an educational tone.
"As for the bomb-proof caves, don't worry. They are all reinforced. The soil above them is at least three meters thick. The field artillery in the hands of the Japanese will definitely not break them!"
Seeing that the tense and solemn atmosphere in the bomb hole had not eased, the squad leader suddenly said.
"Veteran comrades take this opportunity to tell the new recruits what rest they need to do during the battle, how to hit the enemy, and how to avoid the enemy's bullets!"
More than a dozen veterans immediately understood the hidden meaning of the squad leader's words.
On the battlefield, the ones who sacrifice the most are the recruits. No one knows how many of these recruits will survive the next few hours.
However, as a veteran, what I can do is to tell them my experience as much as possible, so that they can have more life-saving fighting skills on the battlefield.
Another reason is that if you teach them these things at this time, they will definitely remember more than usual, and it can also relieve everyone's tension.
A ten-minute bombardment was more difficult than an hour at ordinary times for the soldiers defending the shell holes.
After the violent explosions stopped, twelve mortars equipped by two regiments of the Imperial Army immediately took over and continued firing.
Mortars have high shooting accuracy. As long as there are no accidents, they can cover the troops until they reach fifty meters in front of the formation.
Therefore, as soon as the mortars and heavy machine guns were fired, nearly four hundred Imperial Army troops began to attack.
"Quick, enter the position and prepare to fight!" Although there was still continuous sound of gunfire outside the anti-gun cave, Yang Xiong had to order his men to come out.
The attack distance of more than two hundred meters is very far, but it is also very close.
If there is no blockage, the enemy can rush up within a minute of holding the sky high.
After rushing out of the shell-proof hole despite the shells constantly hitting their heads, a scene appeared that stunned everyone.
There are more than 20 mountain field guns, each of which fires three shells per minute. The total number of shells in ten minutes is more than 600.
Even if only two hundred of them actually hit the trench, it would be enough to smash the trench that was only reinforced with logs to pieces.
The first line of defense has two trenches at the front and rear. Each trench is more than 100 meters long and winding. It is built based on the mountainous terrain, one high and one low, five meters apart from each other.
At this time, the two trenches distributed up and down were full of gaps and craters created by the bombing, and many places were directly destroyed by the bombing. The trenches could not be seen at all.
After exiting the bomb shelter, seeing this scene, both veterans and recruits took a breath of cold air.
Especially the new recruits, many of them had expressions of fearful joy on their faces.
Fortunately, I just listened to the veteran's words and quickly entered the bomb shelter.
If he had been a little later and moved a little slower, the fierce artillery fire just now would have definitely blown him into pieces.
"What are you doing in a daze? Each squadron immediately entered the position and repaired the trenches. Those who did not have trenches used bomb craters as bunkers and prepared to fight!" the platoon leader scattered in the middle of the team shouted loudly.
"Machine gunners enter the position and prepare for battle!"
"Veterans take care of the new recruits and be careful to avoid artillery fire!"
"Quick, follow the traffic trench and enter the position!" a squad leader ordered to his soldiers.
Holding a pistol, he was the first to rush towards the position.
"Be careful to lower your body and don't stick your head out of the trench. The enemy's marksmanship is very impatient!" A veteran frowned and reminded a veteran next to him.
"Wheeswhee...taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) But it was too late, a string of heavy machine gun bullets flew over, and the recruit who had just exposed half of his head from the trench had not had time to retract, and one bullet sliced off half of his head.
His head, red and white brains splashed everywhere, and then he fell in the trench with despair and fear.
The surrounding recruits subconsciously wanted to rush over to save others, but were stopped by the veterans before they could move.
"No need to waste your efforts, he has been sacrificed and cannot be saved!"
Then the conversation changed and he reminded loudly: "Everyone has seen it! Unless you are fighting, don't stick your head out easily!"
"Go forward, get into position, repair the trenches!"
"Woooooo!" At this moment, the scream of a string of artillery shells streaking across the sky suddenly came over.
The squad leader's face immediately turned pale, because he knew that the cannonball was flying towards him.
Then he shouted loudly: "Cannon attack, get down quickly!"
"Boom, boom, boom..." The violent explosion directly interrupted what he had not finished saying.
The veteran's reaction was quick and he lay on the ground subconsciously.
Many recruits who were next to the veterans were pushed to the ground by the veterans. But there were still many who did not have time to lie down.
The shell exploded, and two squads of more than 20 soldiers fell down on the spot. Five of them, including veterans and recruits, were all bloody and bloody.
"Rescue soldiers, stretcher team, rescue people quickly, others continue to dig trenches and pay attention to avoid artillery fire!" the squad leader ordered loudly with heartache.
More than a dozen people rushed over from behind. Regardless of whether their comrades in the trenches were killed or seriously injured, they were all carried to the back.
Because the bloody scenes will directly affect the combat morale of the troops.