The so-called impact fuse requires you to pull out the safety pin with the hemp rope before use, and then tap the firing pin on a helmet or hard object to hit the detonator, and then the grenade can be fired.
And in order to facilitate the long-distance flight of the grenade after being launched through the grenade, the explosion delay of the 91 grenade is as long as 8 seconds. It is very practical for use in grenades, but it is a bit too long for arm throwing.
During the Songhu Anti-Japanese War a year ago, grenades thrown by the Japanese army were often picked up and thrown back by soldiers of the 19th Route Army, causing the Japanese to cry. Later, they were rarely used for throwing.
Some people may ask, why didn't the Japanese army activate the fuse and hold it in their hands for a few seconds before throwing it out?
In fact, the detonation time of the grenade is a theoretical value. The longer the delay time is set, the more unstable it will be.
According to the current industrial level of little Japan, it is really impossible to be very precise. A few seconds less or a few more seconds are very common. Japanese soldiers are also strictly prohibited from doing this in the infantry drill of the Japanese army.
The Jin-made grenade has a delay time of only 4 seconds, a handle that is very convenient to use, and the throwing distance is longer and more accurate.
The soldiers of the 1st company threw hundreds of grenades in a few seconds. Seeing that the Japanese troops were about to rush into the defenders' position, they accelerated their charge, which also accelerated their speed to meet Amaterasu.
Since Wang Xiaolin threw the grenade outside without showing his head at all, he naturally did not see the tragic scene of the Japanese troops rushing to the front being blown up to the point of crying.
But he didn't bother to see the results of his battle at this time, because he knew that the explosion of the grenade would not only produce a large amount of killing fragments, but also produce a large amount of smoke. Now was the best time to show up and shoot.
"Brothers, let's fight!"
Wang Xiaolin yelled and stood up, mounted the machine gun on the trench, and swept over the Japanese formations that had been blown away by grenades and were hiding in all directions.
At this time, the soldiers of the 1st Company who reacted after hearing the sound all squatted in the trench with machine guns or submachine guns, and fired fiercely at the shit-yellow figures that were looming in the thick smoke.
"Da da da da..."
"Ta-ta-ta..."
In an instant, fierce and intensive gunshots rang out from the ground of Company 1.
This time, the concentrated fire attack of dozens of automatic firepower had a miraculous effect. Just when the Japanese army was stunned by hundreds of grenades, they were enveloped by a violent rain of bullets at such a close distance. The entire intensive attack
The formation suddenly became hollow, as if a gap had been eaten into a big pie.
The defenders were blocked by gunpowder smoke and had no idea of the Japanese casualties, but Osamu Kawatani, who was observing with a telescope at the rear, could see clearly. Based on his experience, the Chinese defenders' round of grenades and intensive automatic fire strikes
At least nearly a hundred of the remaining men from the two squadrons of the 1st Battalion fell.
In other words, counting the 70 or 80 people who were killed and wounded in the previous attacks and stalemates, the infantry of his two squadrons has been reduced by more than half.
Considering that the Chinese army had so many automatic weapons, he knew that even if the Chinese defensive position on the mountainside was finally captured, it would be a luxury for his 1st Battalion to gather a small group of infantry.
Thinking of this, Shuu Kawatani felt so distressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, Colonel Hattori Jiro who was at the rear also had a livid face.
He saw that the wave of Japanese attacks was stalled by the rapid attack of the Chinese defenders, which he did not want to see.
It shows that the confidence of the attacking troops has been shaken.
At this time, there can be no hesitation. We have already rushed in front of the enemy's position and are just one last tremble away. This is not the time to consider casualties, or to occupy this position even if we use human lives to pile up.
So he immediately ordered the messenger around him to shoot a red flare into the sky
It is clearly stipulated in the Japanese infantry drill that firing a red flare during battle is to order the troops to launch a final charge. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, they must launch the final charge without hesitation. Either the enemy will die or we will die.
Even in bright daylight, this flare looked as bright and eye-catching as blood. It drew a graceful arc in the air. After rising to the highest point, it slowly fell again.
Everyone on the position, in front of the position, and on the mountainside saw this dazzling red flare.
Then, Pan Rengui, who was still praising Wang Xiaolin for his cleverness, changed his face.
The faces of the soldiers of the 1st Company who were still desperately loading bullets for their guns on the position were serious. They knew that the last moment was coming.
All the Japanese troops on the mountainside stood up, with fanatical expressions on their faces, and commanders at all levels automatically stood at the front of the queue.
Then, I saw the command knife in the hand of the most recent Japanese lieutenant officer waved, and suddenly beast-like howls erupted in the sky: "Onboard... Onboard..."
The shit-yellow wave composed of seven to eight hundred Japanese soldiers seemed to be driven by the strong wind and huge waves behind them, and swept towards the 1st company's position.
At this time, the Japanese lieutenant who was wielding the command knife had already fallen to the ground, clutching his chest.
But the Japanese seemed to turn a blind eye. Their heavy leather shoes studded with iron nails made a rocking motion on the frozen, hard ground.
The people in the front row kept falling, but the people in the back row rushed forward without stopping, turning a blind eye to the bullets coming towards them and the grenades that kept falling from the sky, and kept shouting "onboard" without stopping.
It's as if the louder the scream can make the bullet bend.
The barrel of Wang Xiaolin's machine gun was already red and smoking, and there was no time to replace the barrel. He immediately picked up the submachine gun and fired, and the 20-round magazine of the Jin-made Thompson submachine gun was quickly used up.
Just as he was reloading, a ghostly scream approached quickly, and Wang Xiaolin only saw a bright bayonet flashing above his head.
"Pa!" There was a crisp sound, and a Japanese soldier with a big bloody hole on his forehead fell down from the trench.
It was Jia Laoer who had been holding the Jin-made shell gun and dared not show his head, and shot the Japanese dead with one shot.
You must know that in order to make the weapons and ammunition of the Jin army relatively unified, Marshal Yan chose the caliber of the Jin-made shell gun to be the same as the submachine gun, which is 11.4 mm.
A large caliber is naturally powerful, so the lethality of the Jin-made rifle at close range is almost the same as that of the American M1911 Browning pistol of the same caliber. It can be said to be the most powerful pistol of its generation.
Then there were more howls approaching. Wang Xiaolin, who had changed his magazine, no longer squatted in the trench. Instead, he squatted side by side with Jia Laoer, pointing the muzzle of his submachine gun at the top of the trench.
