Chapter 285 The Hero Is Unknown (Its the end of the month, please subscribe and vote!)
Regardless of whether it is a tank or an armored vehicle, due to its size, it can only proceed through Zhongshan Street.
Directly opposite Zhongshan Street is the city gate on the other side of the moat.
Although it is more than 600 meters away, the wide and closed city gate can be clearly seen through the telescope.
Wherever the 57mm muzzle of the 89 tank is pointed, if the superiors had not ordered an attack on the main city of Songjiang, the tank gunner would have had full confidence in blasting open the seemingly solid city gate with one shot.
However, the Japanese did not expect that the city gate would open on their own initiative.
The Japanese soldiers, who were a little stunned, did not expect that the Chinese would play tricks again.
Inside the city gate that suddenly opened, a bunker was built.
It was a semi-permanent bunker supported by sandbags and thick logs.
The bunker has a total of two shooting holes.
Hidden in one firing hole is a 37mm combat anti-cannon, and in the other firing hole is a 20mm Oerlikon machine gun.
The 37mm anti-tank gun is naturally designed to attack the 89 tank. Even if it is hundreds of meters away, the relatively thick frontal armor of the 89 tank is not enough in front of the 37mm anti-tank gun.
The single-barreled 20mm cannon is more like a little brother who helps the evildoer. The anti-aircraft cannon with 20 rounds of bullets is leveled and swept over without hesitation, which is more terrifying than the scythe of death.
If we only use these two kinds of artillery to attack through the relatively straight Zhongshan Street, maybe except for the Japanese tank soldiers in a few tanks who feel that 10,000 grass mud horses are thundering through, the infantry are not too
There is much to be afraid of.
After all, there are residential buildings on both sides of the long street that have not been completely burned down. Once you hide inside, no matter how powerful the machine gun is, it is impossible to penetrate several walls and hit them in succession.
However, how could the Chinese, who had planned all this long ago, let the infantry go so easily?
In addition to combat artillery and machine guns specifically designed to deal with tanks, the Chinese also have 150-weight mortars.
In the city where the Japanese could not see, the Chinese went so far as to "frantically" gather 16 mortars and deliver the shells to Zhongshan Road Street or the residences on both sides with incomparable accuracy.
This kind of large-caliber mortar, whose shell alone weighs 20 kilograms, can penetrate even ordinary bunkers, let alone fragile houses, and explode again with the huge kinetic energy of the whizzing down. It has a range of 2,500 meters.
Within, its lethality is no less powerful than that of a 100mm howitzer.
Otherwise, the big boss would not have drooled with envy when he saw the mortars used by the Northeastern Army in the Central Plains War, and ordered the military factory to copy them.
That is to say, the 150mm mortar is really heavy, and its range is too short. After all, its cost performance does not meet the needs of modern warfare, so it has not been used on a large scale.
But in this kind of city offensive and defensive battle, the 150 mortar is definitely an artifact. No matter where the artillery position is deployed in the city, it can almost cover and attack enemy positions 800 meters away from the city wall.
Although the mountain artillery and field artillery of the 67th Army were still hidden and silent, these 16 mortars alone had caused the Japanese infantry to suffer miserably.
They could only retreat deeper into the residential areas.
As for the 89 tanks and armored vehicles stranded on Zhongshan Street, naturally they can only ask for their own blessings.
The first 89 tank was caught off guard and hit a shell. Fortunately, the shell hit the edge of the steel plate and bounced away without being penetrated. The startled Japanese tank soldiers tenaciously controlled the 57mm tank gun.
Bombard any bunkers that dared to fire at it.
The infantry artillery carried by the Japanese army, also under the command of the commander, leaned on the edge of the long street and fired forward.
According to common sense, a bunker made of sandbags and wood is nothing but dregs in front of a 57mm tank gun and infantry gun.
But first, the bunker is located under a thick city gate. Unless the Japanese army mobilizes 105 howitzers to bombard this area continuously until the entire city wall collapses, it has no fear of threats from the sky.
Second, the bunkers in front of each city gate were carefully designed by Tang Dao, a special forces soldier from the future. The front of the entire bunker is composed of three layers. A large number of sandbags are accumulated to form the first protective surface, and the rear is made of sandbags and tampers.
Two 30 mm thick steel plates are sandwiched between logs inserted into the ground. After the logs are sandbags.
The depth of the shooting hole alone reaches one and a half meters.
This can ensure that, whether it is a 57mm tank gun or a 70mm infantry gun, when its shell penetrates the sandbag and explodes, the shrapnel cannot penetrate the 30mm steel plate, protecting the artillery behind it.
Unless the Japanese artillery shells can accurately shoot into the shooting hole 100 cm wide and 30 cm high.
However, from 600 meters away, the Japanese artillery can accurately drop artillery shells into an area of 0.3 square meters. Then I am afraid that the Songjiang Blockade Battle will be long gone. During the Battle of Songhu, the Japanese army won a complete victory.
The Japanese tank soldiers were very brave. They fired back with two consecutive artillery fires that rippled the thick Songjiang city wall. What awaited them was a more determined attack from the two artillery guns in the bunker. The 20mm machine cannon made the front armor of the Japanese tanks clank, leaving behind
One horrifying bullet mark after another.
After three more shells from the 37mm anti-tank gun missed three times in a row, one of them finally hit the front of the Japanese tank 89 directly, destroying it with one blow.
The bullet hole the size of a baby's fist on the front of the tank demonstrates the excellent armor-piercing capability of this artillery piece produced by Germany's excellent mechanical technology.
The members inside the tank were destined to meet a tragic end the moment the armor-piercing bullet broke through the steel plate.
The broken shrapnel exploded the tank driver, the commander and the ammunition hand behind him into a sieve.
最典型的日本人,就是出场牛哄哄,老子天下第一谁都不服,但一旦被揍出了翔,立刻伏地跪舔.
An 89 tank was lying down, frightening the 89 tanks that were following closely behind. They gave in as fast as the others.
Of course, if you can't kneel down and lick, there's still no problem in escaping.
He steered straight and crashed into the ruins of a steaming house on one side.
After hitting several brick walls, the Japanese tank soldiers finally felt relieved when they felt the Chinese artillery shells constantly hitting the ruins but could not keep up with the pace of the tanks.
If you were buried by bricks, you would not die, but if you were left on the street, you would definitely die. The Japanese tank soldiers were like a clear mirror in their minds.
The Chinese mortars were still firing desperately, and the Japanese tank soldiers did not have the courage to get out of the tanks. They could only look at the world through the observation holes. They could see several corpses in the ruins, including Chinese men in black military uniforms.
There are also khaki Japanese.
Obviously, this was also the main battlefield where the last round of fighting broke out between the Chinese and Japanese. However, the retaliatory bombardment from the imperial artillery came too quickly. The Chinese did not have much time to clean up the battlefield, and they did not even have time to drag away the bodies of their own people.
Then wait here, wait for the Chinese to take the initiative to end this shelling, and then we leave. The Japanese tank crews are now single.
However, they did not see that the body in black military uniform only one meter away from the tank was miraculously still breathing even though it was burned to a pitch black pitch.
Yes, the pigskin is still alive.
It's just that it's better to be dead than alive.
Nicknamed Pigskin, a soldier from the 1st Battalion of the Security Regiment, formerly known as Zhu Dachang, was shot twice and blown up by a grenade thrown into the room by the Japanese and fell downstairs. No one thought he was still alive.
But he happened to be alive.
Originally, he was severely comatose and entered a state of suspended animation due to the impact of the grenade shock wave on his brain. The fake death would turn into real death just because of the bleeding from the two gunshot wounds. However, when the Japanese army's sulfur bombs came, the burning wood that fell on him killed him.
His torso was severely burned, but the high temperature used to cauterize the wound miraculously helped him stop the bleeding. His extremely weak breathing prevented him from inhaling much smoke and poisonous gas at all.
Therefore, although this ordinary security guard woke up from a coma and then fell into a coma again, he was still stronger than Xiao Qiang, but he was not completely finished.
Although this time, Zhupi, who woke up from coma again, knew that he was definitely dead.
It wasn't because of the Japanese tanks so close at hand.
Instead, he felt that he was already half-cooked.
The flesh on his chest and legs was all scorched, and his lips were already chapped and bleeding due to a large amount of water loss. His lungs were still so hot that he couldn't breathe, but now he couldn't feel it anymore, and the wounds that were once so painful no longer hurt.
Pigskin knew very well that the injury was not healed, but it meant that he had entered the countdown stage of his life.
Finally, he was about to die and no longer had to suffer these tortures. Pigskin closed his eyes and waited quietly for the darkness to come.
Then, a tank smashed into the wall, almost grazing his arm, and stopped in front of him.
Pigskin's ears must also be deaf. He couldn't hear the roar of the tank at all, but he knew that there were Japanese in the tank.
Pigskin smiled.
Although he didn't know it, his face was almost burnt. With this smile, the scorched skin split instantly, revealing fresh flesh and blood. If the Japanese saw it, they wouldn't have to do anything. It would just scare them.
Kill them.
The ghost-like security soldier no longer felt pain. He smiled, and the cord of a grenade tied under the general's uniform rang. Then, using his last strength, he rolled over and rolled under the Japanese tank.
There were 6 densely packed grenades wrapped around his waist. He was a cheap man by nature, so in order to increase his chances of saving his life, he secretly took more grenades.
Unexpectedly, his life was not saved, but a few more people were buried with him.
Worth it!
In the last stage of his life, no one knows what this security regiment soldier was thinking.
No one even knows how this Japanese 89 tank, which had escaped to safety, exploded.
It was not until many years later, when the Japanese army's battle report was released, that the Chinese learned that a wounded Chinese soldier who was stranded in a residential house in Songjiang had blown up a tank.
Play with your body!
However, no one knows who he is, not even Zhuang Shisan, commander of the first battalion of the security regiment.
But the people of Songjiang have not forgotten the unknown soldiers.
The wreckage of the 89 tank, which exploded into an empty shell due to dozens of shells penetrating the bottom steel plate, was pushed into the moat by the humiliated Japanese. After the war, the Songjiang people salvaged it from the moat and salvaged it.
A statue of an obscure security regiment soldier was built next to the wreckage of the tank.
To commemorate this!
Every Qingming Festival, there will be clusters of flowers around the statue.
There are also white wine, rice wine, cigarettes, meat, steamed buns and other food. Songjiang people think that although they don’t know who he is, there is always something he likes here.
However, no one knows that Zhu Dachang’s favorite is really pig intestines!
The hero has no name, and no one can understand him.
"Did you see it? The Japanese are coming, let's do it!" The crow said to the little bald head, looking at the flames and huge explosions more than 300 meters away.
The little bald man seemed to understand, but nodded fiercely.
