"Light and heavy machine gun cover, artillery fire, let the surviving soldiers retreat!" Wang Ping immediately ordered.
In fact, the soldiers who had been firing knew what to do without Wang Ping's orders!
Before the Japs stopped shooting, everyone could only shoot blindly at the gun tower firing holes. But as soon as the Japs fired, their positions were exposed. Seeing that their comrades who were alive just now turned into corpses in an instant, everyone was filled with rage and wished they could
In one fell swoop, the Japanese were reduced to a hornet's nest.
Therefore, before Wang Ping gave the order, the machine gunners and riflemen pulled the triggers at the enemy's firepower point just exposed. Especially the three sharpshooters, as soon as the enemy's machine gun firepower point fired, they put the shooting hole into the front sight of the rifle.
, and then pull the trigger.
"Bah, bang, bang!" After three gunshots, the three Japanese machine guns stopped for less than five seconds.
The three machine gunners were either shot in the head or shot in the chest, and then fell down in the turret with a look of disbelief on their faces, dying.
The deputy gunner next to him also had an expression of disbelief, but he quickly reacted, took the machine gun and fired outside the turret. But after having a record of three machine gunners being killed, the three Japanese who had just picked up the machine gun understood
, there is an enemy sharpshooter targeting him outside the turret. If he fails, he will follow in the footsteps of the three shooters in front of him.
Therefore, they were extremely cautious when shooting, lowering their bodies as much as possible to avoid exposing their bodies to the shooting holes. But even so, the second round of bullets fired by the three sharpshooters still knocked down a Japanese machine gunner.
Although the bullets fired by other members of the Independence Battalion were not so accurate, due to the number of bullets, many bullets flew into the gun tower from the shooting holes and then penetrated into the bodies of the Japanese!
"Ah...Baga, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, the bullets are coming in, be careful to hide!" After a burst of screams, four or five Japanese riflemen also fell to the ground. The second lieutenant team leader who directly commanded the battle,
Then he ordered.
The moment the counterattack fire from the turret suddenly stopped, the three or four Eighth Route Army soldiers who were still alive on the battlefield immediately retreated.
"Company commander, send two squads to charge this time, and send a squad from the third company to charge from behind to disperse the enemy's firepower. We will definitely be able to rush under the gun tower!" Second company commander Zhang Yunshan said to Wang Ping unwillingly.
Wang Ping shook his head and replied: "With our firepower, we can definitely take down this artillery tower by storm, but the casualties are too high and it's not cost-effective. A tentative attack will cost eight soldiers. How many people do you plan to lose in a storm, two squads, or
Is it three squads, or more soldiers?"
"But other than a forced attack, do we have any other options? The mortar shells hit the turret and couldn't even make a hole. Apart from a forced attack, I really can't think of any other option?" Zhang Yunshan said helplessly.
Wang Ping kept a calm face and said nothing. At this time, the artillery platoon leader Zhang Bing also came over and replied with an embarrassed look: "Battalion Commander, our artillery platoon is useless. If the artillery shells can be fired directly into the artillery tower, it will definitely be better."
It can blow up the turret! But no one in the artillery platoon can cook, and the mortar is a direct-fire artillery, so it is almost impossible to directly aim at the firing hole of the turret and fire!"
"It's not your fault!" Wang Ping replied, shaking his head.
"After all, mortars are not the infantry cannons and mountain cannons equipped by the Japanese. If there were infantry cannons, one shot could blow a big hole outside the blockhouse, but we don't have that!"
"Then we won't be able to capture the Japanese artillery tower!" Zhang Yunshan still looked unconvinced.
Zhang Bing also lost his temper and couldn't help complaining: "It would be great if the mortar could shoot horizontally. Just aim directly at the outer wall of the turret and blast it. If one shell doesn't work, just use two shells. As long as you aim at one point, it will definitely be able to blast at the outer wall of the turret."
A big hole was blown out of the outer wall of the turret!"
"Mortar flat-firing!" Wang Ping's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the flat-firing artillery modified from mortars by the Eighth Route Army a few years later.
But Wang Ping was not happy for long before he gave up this unrealistic idea. Not to mention that he didn't have the tools at hand. Even if he had the tools at hand, he knew how to modify it, and it would be impossible to modify it in a short time.
At this time, Wang Ping's stubborn temper also rose.
Later, the Eighth Route Army was able to convert mortars into flat-firing artillery, which proved that mortars could be used as flat-firing artillery, but no one dared to try.
I don't need the mortar to actually shoot horizontally. I just need to reduce the mortar's horizontal shooting angle as much as possible and let the shells hit the outer wall of the turret. Maybe I don't need to modify the mortar, I just need the artilleryman to take a risk.
can do it.
Wang Ping immediately told Zhang Bing his thoughts.
Zhang Bing still had an impossible expression at first, but after thinking for a minute, he still said with certainty: "Batalion Commander, as long as the gunpowder on the mortar's tail can be fired and the gunpowder burns quickly, the mortar will definitely be able to hit the shells."
go out."
"But there is also a problem. The mortar barrel has no rifling, and the energy generated by the burning of gunpowder on the tail fin of the mortar shell is not strong. This means that the shell cannot fly far. I estimate that it should reach 50 meters.
It’s the limit.”
"That's enough. We are only more than thirty meters away from the gun tower. If it weren't for the heavy weight of the mortar shells, soldiers with strong arms could throw the shells onto the outer wall of the gun tower with their bare hands!" Wang Ping replied happily.
Zhang Bing still had a worried look on his face and reminded Wang Ping.
"Battal Commander, it's still the same problem as before. After the mortar shooting angle becomes smaller, the shell will not have such a strong impact when it hits the firing pin. The firing pin will not be able to fire the gunpowder on the tail fin, and then the shell will not fly out!"
Wang Ping answered readily: "If it doesn't have impact, then artificially give it impact!"
"How to give it?" Zhang Bing immediately asked, staring at Wang Ping with a pair of longing eyes, afraid of missing a word.
Wang Ping did not explain, and directly began to give orders: "Move the mortar over here, you personally aim it, directly at the gun tower, I will do the rest!"
Although it was unclear whether Wang Ping's method was feasible, it was the only way for the independent battalion to capture the artillery tower with minimal casualties. Therefore, Zhang Bing began to summon his artillerymen to help him set up the artillery without saying a word!
After that, the elevation angle of the barrels of the three mortars directly changed to 30 degrees.
In this case, even if the mortar is stuffed into the muzzle, the shell cannot hit the mortar firing pin by its own gravity, thereby firing the gunpowder in the mortar's tail!
"Batalion Commander, the shell is stuck in the muzzle and cannot fall!" Zhang Bing asked, staring at Wang Ping.
Wang Ping directly took out the tools he had just prepared.
It is a wooden stick over one meter long and three centimeters in diameter. One end is wrapped in cotton cloth. At first glance, it looks like a tool used to clean the barrel of a field gun.
Although most of the shell has been stuffed into the barrel, the top of the shell is still exposed outside the barrel. Wang Ping directly wrapped one side of the cloth with a wooden rod, held it against the top of the shell, then pushed it into the barrel, and then quickly pulled out the wooden rod.
Rod.
Because the initial velocity of the mortar shell is very low, after the gunpowder in the tail fin is fired, it takes a while to burn to generate energy and push the shell out of the barrel.
Because Wang Ping was very fast, he pulled out the wooden rod when the cannonball hit the firing pin. Therefore, by the time the cannonball was pushed out of the barrel, Wang Ping had already hid aside.
