Two 89 tanks blocked the gunfire, and the 94 armored vehicle located farther back finally escaped the disaster.
The reason is that Xiao Douding is flexible enough. When he saw the Chinese anti-war artillery bombardment coming, he dived into the ruins without saying a word or even thinking about resisting.
But there are also those who are inflexible, such as the infantry artillery squad. As soon as the battle started, they set up their guns and cooperated with the 89 tanks to fire hundreds of meters away.
But when they found out that Tank 89 had been beaten directly, it was too late for them to withdraw.
A row of shells from the Oerlikon machine gun swept over them. Those who touched them would die, and they would die if they touched them. At least six Japanese artillerymen who could not dodge were beaten to death and lay on the street of Zhongshan Road with blood. This was another example of the ancient Qing Dynasty.
The stone road adds a touch of blood.
The remaining Japanese artillerymen who were smarter hid in the ruins, but in fact they were not much better. Most of the impact points of the 150-weight mortar shells were around the long street. Even if they did not kill anyone, they could collapse the houses.
Hiding inside is a gamble on luck, but the luck of many Japanese artillerymen does not seem to be very good. With the sky-high flames of the tanks ignited as a guide, several artillery observation posts concentrated in the city wall fortifications continue to attack their respective artillery positions.
Notify the trimmed coordinates.
As a result, 16 mortars bombarded an area with a radius of 50 meters centered on the 89 tanks that were still violently exploding and shooting up into the sky. Those Japanese artillerymen who hid in the ruins were either killed or buried alive by the collapsed houses.
The infantry artillery squad, which was originally at its peak, was directly reduced by 50%.
After more than ten minutes, the heavy mortars in Songjiang City seemed to have exhausted their energy and gradually stopped.
The Japanese infantrymen who were still alive around them gathered here under the loud orders of the commanders at all levels. They did so cautiously, not daring to gather too close to avoid another attack from the Chinese.
On the other side of Cangcheng, the sound of killing was loud, and the Japanese army's death squads were still launching their final wave of attacks.
The angry Kunizaki even directly violated the artillery regulations. When he still had more than 200 infantrymen less than 100 meters away from Cangcheng, he brazenly ordered the artillery brigade to assemble sixteen cannons and fire at the Cangcheng position.
Although the 105mm howitzer was not used, the power of the 75mm mountain gun should not be underestimated. It should be the biggest loss suffered by the Cangcheng defenders since the defense.
The Japanese infantry was so close that no one dared to leave the position to hide from the artillery fire, so they had to hide in the crude trenches and carry it on.
Four consecutive heavy machine guns were blown up at the top of Cangcheng City. Although the infantry was not counted, after three rounds of artillery fire, the number of bullets fired by the Japanese infantry during the fierce and fearless attack was reduced by one-third.
However, under Kunizaki's almost lose-lose strategy, the Japanese infantry was not much better. Nearly forty Japanese soldiers at the forefront of Cangcheng were not killed by the stream of scorching bullets fired at them, but were directly killed.
Our own artillery fire flew away.
However, the so-called death squad did not dare to fight to the death in the end. The remaining more than 100 people were once again hit head-on by bullets fired from the ruins after the raging artillery fire. They finally lost their fighting spirit and retreated in despair.
Half of them were defeated by the terrifying tenacity of the Chinese soldiers, and more of them were actually afraid that their own rear commanders would be crazy enough to fire a barrage of artillery fire.
Soldiers can be cannon fodder for tactical needs, but no one wants to be cannon fodder for their own cannon fire.
Kunizaki was stunned and almost spit out blood.
It turned out that all the ideas were just his thoughts. Whether it was a neighborhood or a warehouse, the Chinese who suffered a critical attack never intended to give up.
The long street of Zhongshan Road is convenient for marching and suitable for tanks and armored vehicles, but it is more suitable for the artillery fire of the treacherous Chinese.
Unless he has the ability to blow up all the city walls facing the long street, otherwise, that long street is destined to become a place full of blood for the Imperial Army.
However, if these heavy equipment are not used, can pure infantry be allowed to attack the Chinese city defenses? Is there a hole in his head?
The battle seemed to be a circle, starting from the starting point and returning to the starting point. He still had to wait for the heavy artillery brigade to arrive and blast the city wall with heavy artillery of more than 200 caliber until it collapsed. Otherwise, he would just rely on what he had in hand.
75 mountain artillery, there is no goal to use the Chinese fortifications.
Suematsu Shigeharu, the turtle grandson
Facing the Matsue West City District that looked like a bunch of hedgehogs with thorns spreading all over its body, Kunizaki, who had nearly ten thousand troops, felt a little helpless for the first time. He couldn't help but curse Suematsu Shigeharu in his heart, if it weren't for that turtle grandson.
, His country is so stunned that his head is as big as a bucket?
If you continue to wait, you will continue to be embarrassed. Kunizaki was so stunned that he could already imagine the proud face of Shigeharu Suematsu, who was more than 1,000 meters away.
He could even imagine that today's 114th Division headquarters battle report would record this: At 8 a.m., the Kunisaki detachment under our division invested heavily in attacking the neighborhood. They fought fiercely for nearly an hour, suffered heavy losses, and were unable to attack the enemy; at 9 a.m.
, the leader of the major general's detachment requested temporary repairs, but the headquarters refused, so special ammunition was used; at 10 o'clock, heavy troops were deployed to eliminate the remaining enemies, but encountered obstacles
His gaze gradually became ferocious, and Kunisaki gave an order coldly: "Akiumi-kun, order the infantry squadron currently searching the block to continue searching the entire block, and report the situation after the search is completed. At the same time, the main force of the 4th Infantry Brigade, along with the remainder of the 3rd Infantry Brigade,
, attack the enemy fortress with all its strength from three sides.
I don't need casualty figures, I just want the results. I told the two majors that if the fortress cannot be captured before noon, then they will not come to see me. If artillery support is needed, I have authorized the artillery brigade to accept their command with full authority.
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"Your Excellency, detachment leader, then our losses are too great." The Army Lieutenant Colonel's face was solemn, and it was rare that he did not say yes, but suggested in a roundabout way.
"Our losses are great, and the losses of the Chinese will not be small." Kunisaki was stunned but seemed to have made up his mind. "I understand what Mr. Yanagawa Heisuke means. The Chinese in Cangcheng now are like a bullet thrown by the Chinese defenders.
The iron nail, with its geographical advantage and extremely tenacious fighting will, stabbed the Imperial Army to the bone. Then, our detachment must become an iron hammer. No matter how bloody it is when it is stabbed, it will still be the iron nail thrown out by the Chinese.
Hammer it to pieces."
Taking a deep breath and staring at his chief of staff, Kunisaki's eyes were extremely firm: "Akiumi-kun, don't forget that we are the imperial army known as the 'Steel Army', otherwise, His Excellency Yanagawa Heisuke will
Should we leave this difficult combat mission to us? Even if all the blood of the Imperial Army warriors is shed, we must win this battle and shatter the confidence of the Chinese in the city.
When the two countries go to war, the battle is about wealth and industrial strength, which is the strategy of the supreme commander, but on the battlefield, it is more about the will of the generals and soldiers to see who can bear greater sacrifices.
Yours, understand?"
"Hi! I understand." The Army Lieutenant Colonel nodded heavily.
Driven by the Japanese major general, the Japanese infantry began to regroup.
The rain, still neither slow nor urgent, shrouded the small town in the south of the Yangtze River in a thin veil of drizzle.
Inside the Cangcheng City, there was even more smoke. There were white smoke emitted by burning wood after being wetted by rain, and black smoke emitted after shelling. All kinds of smoke were intertwined together, and then dispersed one by one by raindrops in the air.
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Looking from a distance, the city wall is broken and misty and rainy, just like a Chinese ink painting, and it has an indescribable poignancy.
But no matter whether you are here or far away, you will know that before long, the beauty will be shattered, leaving only blood and fire.
Xilin Temple, a residential area, also received a search team from the Japanese army.
Crow, who was leaning down against the wall of the stone tower, took a few puffs from his cigarette, with a wolf-like look in his eyes, which made the little bald man next to him couldn't help but sit back.
"Uncle Crow, what do you want to do?" The young man was instinctively afraid of this somewhat ferocious look.
"You have so much courage, and you sneak in and hit Qiu Feng, the old man of Buddha?" The ruthless anger subsided slightly, but the crow grinned.
"I'm not afraid of the Japanese, I'm afraid," the little bald man tried to explain with a red face.
"No matter what you are afraid of, you can't be afraid at this time." Crow's smile faded slightly, pointing outwards with his hand, and said: "If you want to see your younger brothers and sisters alive, you have to listen to your uncle. Your uncle is going to kill the Japanese. Do you have enough?"
Do you have the guts to load a bullet for me? If you don't, just roll down the two floors and hide there."
"Why are you looking down on people? Of course you are brave enough." The little bald head flushed and puffed up his chest angrily. He reached out and picked up a rifle that was taller than his body. After a while, he asked with a red face:
"Uncle Crow, how do you load the bullet?"
Not sure whether it was out of disappointment or pity, he shook his head and sighed. Crow, who had already made up his mind, patiently taught the 13-year-old boy in front of him how to load a rifle, a shell gun, and a light machine gun.
He had no choice. The young man in front of him was his only helper. When the fight started, he would not have time to load the bullet.
The young man who came to the temple to steal things and took the initiative to shave his head was smart enough. He quickly learned to load three types of guns. Crow put all the bullets and guns he carried, including grenades, on the ground and reached out to pick up the rifle.
A Czech-style light machine gun with a good magazine, he looked back at the little bald man and said, "When the fight starts later, I will make a note of it. If you don't tell me to hand you the gun to me, just lie down on the ground and don't move."
"Whether I can enjoy incense, drink and eat meat in the future depends on you, kid."
Xia Dayu was still thinking about the meaning of Crow's words, when gunfire sounded.
The continuous long bursts of "ta da da da" made Xia Dayu, who had never heard gunshots at such a close range, involuntarily lie on the ground and cover his ears.
Hot bullet casings were beating crazily on the floor in front of him.
