A series of gunshots, duller than the sound of heavy machine gun fire, suddenly sounded on the battlefield.
Takahashi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened. His face was full of shock, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
The quiet second line of defense suddenly burst out with more than a dozen tongues of fire, which was particularly conspicuous under the darkness of night.
Their flames are longer and thicker than those from heavy machine guns.
Then I saw the tragic scene of the attacking troops flying with blood and flesh.
A large-caliber bullet carried huge kinetic energy, and it was as easy as penetrating a piece of paper, drilling a blood hole the size of a bowl in the Japanese chest.
Blood, minced meat, and shattered internal organs gushed out like a fountain and splashed everywhere.
The flying speed of the bullet was not affected too much. It continued to fly forward with kinetic energy and hit the thigh of a Japanese soldier more than ten meters away.
In an instant, a large amount of blood and flesh spattered from the bullet-hit thigh.
The thigh bone was directly broken, and the white bones protruded from the wound, which was particularly ferocious.
Then the Japanese man collapsed to the ground and let out a painful scream.
Big beads of sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and his face was ferocious.
The bullet has not stopped yet and continues to fly forward with residual power.
A grenade launcher half-crouched on the ground became the third target.
The thick bullet penetrated into the chest and did not come out, but it kept rolling inside the devil's body, smashing all his internal organs.
In severe pain, blood gushed out from the wound along with the minced flesh.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, his eyes quickly widened, and he fell heavily to the ground with despair and unwillingness before death.
A single anti-aircraft machine gun bullet kills three little Japs. This scene is too common on the battlefield.
Wherever the bullets hit, a bloody path was created directly in the middle of the Japanese attacking troops.
In the blink of an eye, more than 200 of the attacking troops fell.
At least half of the little devils inside were beaten to pieces and their limbs were missing.
The worst things were the Japanese heavy machine gun positions and artillery positions.
After the heavy machine guns and mortars were set up, the machine gunners and gunners all squatted on the ground and gathered around the weapons.
The large caliber and high initial velocity of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets means that it is more powerful, has a longer range, and has stronger penetrating power.
As long as you are hit by it, you will either die or be injured.
The machine gunners and gunners were gathered together, and the terrifying lethality of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets was vividly displayed on them.
Three anti-aircraft machine gun bullets crashed into a gun emplacement, and seven or eight gunners were immediately bloody and fell to the ground.
Broken limbs, broken arms, blood spurting out from the wounds, internal organs... were splashed everywhere.
This scene can only be described in four words. It was horrific.
The same picture is everywhere on the battlefield.
The captain was lying on the ground and was lucky enough to escape the first round of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets.
But his face did not show any joy, but a look of pain.
The troops were in such a miserable condition. Everywhere they looked, there were corpses and broken limbs. In addition to the dull "dong dong dong..." sound of anti-aircraft machine guns, there was also a continuous sound in my ears.
Those were the screams of his subordinates.
Many people squirmed on the ground dragging their broken arms, legs and feet, leaving a bright red blood trail, while letting out heart-rending screams.
Anti-aircraft machine guns continued to roar ahead, bullets continued to fly overhead, and more and more soldiers were killed and injured.
"Where's the artillery? Fire immediately to destroy the firepower points on the position. Their firepower is too fierce, and the light and heavy machine guns are no match at all." The captain of the group was very anxious and shouted with a heartbroken look on his face.
A subordinate crawled over and reported: "Sir, the mortar position has also been attacked. The artillery has suffered heavy casualties and has lost its combat effectiveness!"
"Nani?" The captain was even more anxious than before, and there was a hint of panic on his heartbroken face.
"Sir, the heavy machine gun position has been attacked. The machine gunners have suffered all casualties and are unable to provide us with fire support." A second lieutenant rushed over and reported, risking his life.
"Chichi..."
As soon as he finished speaking, an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet pierced his chest, leaving two bloody holes one behind the other, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Staring with a pair of incredible big eyes, he never looked back.
The panic on the captain's face became even more intense, and he immediately shouted: "Contact your commander immediately and ask for artillery support. Use artillery fire to cover the second line of defense and kill those firepower points, otherwise we will have no chance to rush forward."
It was night now, and signal flags were of no use at all. The only way to convey messages at close range was through messengers.
Immediately, two messengers got up from the ground and ran towards the station like monkeys.
But good luck did not always accompany them.
An orderly soldier was shot and fell to the ground less than twenty meters away.
The other messenger was slightly better, but he only ran more than thirty meters. An anti-aircraft machine gun bullet penetrated his body from the back and flew out of the chest, leaving a bloody hole.
"Sir, it's too late!" the deputy captain who witnessed this scene reminded.
"The Eighth Route Army uses anti-aircraft machine guns, which are powerful and have a long range. Our messengers cannot escape its range."
"And the wing commander probably won't be able to provide us with fire cover. If he could, we wouldn't need to ask for help. The bombardment has already begun."
"The casualties of the troops are too great. A large number of imperial troops are killed every second. Even if we wait for artillery support, there will be very few troops left and we will lose the ability to attack."
It's not that the captain didn't know this fact, he just ignored it. He only thought about how to suppress the Eighth Route Army's firepower and regain the position.
When the deputy captain reminded him, he realized that there were not many subordinates left who could still fight.
Coupled with the mortar squadron and heavy machine gun squadron that have lost their combat effectiveness, the troops have lost their offensive capabilities.
Even with artillery support, the chance of retaking the position is very slim.
The more he thought about it, the heavier his face became, and then he decisively ordered: "Retreat, we won't fight, everyone is retreating, and only as many as can be retreated."
"Keep fighting, the entire brigade will be responsible for this."
"Even if the Imperial Japanese Army died, they would die on the frontal battlefield instead of being killed by the Eighth Route Army's anti-aircraft machine guns from such a distance without even a chance to fight back."
Colonel Takahashi looked uglier than his subordinates.
He guessed right, there was indeed an accident in this attack that seemed to be a sure win, and the shock that this accident brought to him was not ordinary.
I didn't expect that the garrison would use the anti-aircraft machine guns used for masturbation to attack the infantry.
It's like killing a chicken with a bull's-eye. It's impossible for the attacking troops to be undefeated.
This is indeed the case on the battlefield.
In front of the anti-aircraft machine guns, the heroic imperial soldiers were like paper toys, without the slightest ability to resist. They were swept to the ground one by one, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Colonel Takahashi immediately thought of a countermeasure and ordered in a hurry.
"Where's the artillery? Fire immediately, bombard the second line of defense we just lost, and destroy those anti-aircraft machine guns."
Disappointingly, my subordinates were not helpful at all.
The chief of staff replied helplessly: "Sir, three mountain artillery squadrons are suppressing the Eighth Route Army artillery and are relocating their positions."
"The remaining artillery troops at the station are still setting up their positions, and it will take another five minutes to start firing."
Colonel Takahashi wanted to kill someone to vent his anger, so he yelled: "They are all a bunch of stupid pigs. Tell the remaining artillerymen at the station that they must fire within three minutes, otherwise military law will be imposed."
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