One is intentional and the other is unintentional.
What's even more frightening is that the distance is so close that the Chinese soldiers, who mostly use continuous-fire shell guns and submachine guns, basically don't have to aim, and they just rely on listening to the sound to identify the location and sweep out the bullets.
Perhaps because they already know how difficult this battle is, most of the soldiers in the guard camp have realized that I may never go back, and no one cherishes ammunition anymore.
Many people completely emptied the 20-round magazine of the shell gun that had been turned to the continuous fire switch within three seconds.
The Japanese soldiers who were still trudging through the river were like rice cut by a sickle, falling into pieces in the river.
Even the 'cold-blooded little tree' with the quickest reaction was inevitably hit by three bullets.
One hair is on the shoulder, and two hairs are on the chest and abdomen.
The 7.63 mm caliber bullet of the shell gun has an astonishing muzzle kinetic energy of 576 joules. Although the warhead only weighs 5.5 grams, it is enough to tear a large hole in human muscles.
All three bullets passed through Aso Xiaoshu's body. The bullet on the shoulder only tore the muscle and broke a bone. It was not considered a fatal injury, but the fragile abdomen will be used to store excrement if hit by one shot.
A big hole was made in the large intestine, and dark green feces contaminated the entire abdominal cavity. Not to mention that in this era, it would be a serious disease even in the future.
But the real fatal shot was in the chest. Aso Xiaoshu, who was crawling in the river, coughed painfully due to the convulsions of his lungs, and blood continued to spurt out of his mouth along the trachea.
No need to wait for the military doctor to arrive, Aso Xiaoshu knew that he was finished.
The fatal wound made the extremely strong body that was once able to fight several Chinese infantrymen alone with a gun so weak that it was difficult to even move. The consciousness of the Japanese Army second lieutenant who coughed up a lot of blood and then inhaled the cold river water began to blur.
He couldn't lift his head out of the water.
The blazing gunshots that rang out again and the screams of his colleagues that tore through the night sky seemed to be in a very far away place.
The face of the young Chinese soldier whom he stabbed to death seemed to appear again in front of the eyes of the 'cold-blooded little tree', which was distorted by pain.
The extreme pain brings the extreme cold, and people finally realize why death is called the abyss.
"Mom, it hurts!" Aso Xiaoshu, whose mind had been occupied by pain, finally understood the last cry of the Chinese soldier.
Perhaps, only the numb and warm embrace can soothe the pain of my son's body being torn apart, which comes from the safety and warmth of October.
No one can give it anymore.
It is a pity that the desperate calls of the Chinese soldiers can still be heard, and the empty night sky can dissipate them.
The Japanese Army Second Lieutenant's last shout left only bubbles.
The real cause of death of the 'cold-blooded little tree' was not the three wounds torn apart by 7.63mm rifle bullets, but the cold river.
After he lost the ability to move, he was drowned alive in a small river less than one meter deep.
Perhaps, there are not many Japanese infantrymen who drowned like Second Lieutenant Koshu Aso.
The sharp-headed squad of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, with 39 people from the second lieutenant on down, 25 died in the first wave of attacks. As the flares rose into the sky, they panicked and buried their bodies in the river.
The 14 people were also attacked by precise bursts of rifle fire and thrown wooden handle grenades.
The battle started suddenly and ended quickly. When several infantry teams that were 150 meters behind the infantry team fell to the ground, set up guns, machine guns and even grenades to attack the Chinese on the opposite side, China
Everyone has already gotten into the trenches.
No one from Aso's team could climb out of the river, and the wounded who could still breathe stayed in the cold river water. Even if they did not drown helplessly like their brave and fearless second lieutenant, they would eventually die of hypothermia.
At night in the late autumn in the southeast, the temperature is only six or seven degrees. When it comes to autumn swimming, human life is really not as tenacious as they imagined.
"What? Are there Chinese people blocking the front?" One kilometer away, Captain Kanda Masane of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, who was riding a tall horse for the first time in several days, looked at the distance with a cold face.
The night sky looked cold.
The Chinese are really good at calculating, but with only a few thousand troops, they still dare to divide their troops, with one part attacking the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, and the other part blocking his army in the wilderness.
"Order the entire army to stop assembling. Send an order to the 6th and 8th Brigades. I will give them 20 minutes to deal with the enemy in front of them." Kanda Masane took out his pocket watch, calculated the time briefly, and issued the military order with a cold expression.
Of course, the Japanese commander did not blindly drive his subordinates to die.
But after careful calculation, if the Chinese want to break through a heavy artillery brigade position with thousands of troops and infantry protection, they must send out their main elite force no matter what. The troops left to block the attack will never exceed an infantry battalion or even more.
few.
Perhaps, their role is not to block the 36th Infantry Brigade from reinforcing the Heavy Artillery Brigade.
Because, even if they were a whole army, they were chased by the brigade like dogs running around in the wilderness without ever daring to stop and actually fight.
For this reason, Kanda Masane had reason to believe that the real purpose of the unknown number of Chinese troops blocking his infantry regiment was just to delay, and even if it was delayed for an hour, it would be successful.
Therefore, if he digs trenches like a regular field battle, uses firepower to suppress the infantry attack, and even uses artillery to clear out the Chinese's heavy firepower points and then capture the position, he may just fall into the Chinese's plan.
Moreover, even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it. All the infantry artillery and mountain artillery under his command, whether it was the wing headquarters or the infantry brigade, were still on their way. At least for half an hour, the infantrymen who came in light armor would not get any.
Any artillery support.
What he has to do now is to rely on his superior strength, gather more than two infantry brigades, and crush them with thunderous momentum without giving the small number of Chinese any chance to breathe.
In 20 minutes, a 1,500-meter-wide position on the field was captured. This was not the first time for the Japanese infantry of the 6th Division.
On the contrary, on the battlefield in North China, they had a more brilliant record. After the regiment gathered all the infantry artillery and mountain artillery for bombardment, an infantry brigade launched an attack. In just ten minutes, they occupied the opposite side of the battlefield, which was occupied by an infantry regiment.
defensive position.
The Chinese infantry regiment of more than 1,000 people fought for only ten minutes before being completely defeated. In the ensuing pursuit, not one out of ten was able to escape the battlefield.
After receiving the military orders from their respective regimental commanders, the two infantry brigades carried them out without hesitation.
The infantry quickly assembled in the field, not only to gather troops, but also to repair for 10 minutes.
The infantrymen have been running for almost 50 minutes from the campsite to here, and they must fully recover their physical strength before the battle.
The infantrymen began to drink water and eat candy to regain their strength.
The light machine guns and grenade launchers of the four infantry squadrons responsible for the first round of the attack selected shooting points in an area 300 meters away from the creek. The heavy machine gun brigades of the two infantry brigades, totaling 24 heavy machine guns, were also set up 500 meters away.
rise.
This is the confidence that the 'strongest division on the surface' has gained from continuous victory. It cannot be erased by the next setback in Songjiang City and the constant harassment of Tang Dao.
It was not until 10 minutes later that the infantry began to enter the battlefield.
The four infantry squadrons in the first wave of attacks and the two infantry squadrons that circled the wings with full force totaled 1,200 people. Not counting the two heavy machine gun squadrons behind, the Japanese army deployed more troops than the Chinese army in the trenches.
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The pitch-black night covered the figures of the Japanese soldiers who were bending forward and concealed the guns placed by the Chinese soldiers on the edge of the trenches on the river bank.
The muzzles of the three machine guns and four heavy machine guns located on the hill were even more dim.
In the dark night, the Japanese side did not know how many people there were on the Chinese side, nor did the Chinese side know how much force the Japanese army would invest.
But both sides are extremely certain of one thing. In this battle, if you don't die, I will die.
Then you'd better die! This may be the first time that the Chinese and Japanese have coincided with each other.
"Flare bombs!" Scar Old Zhao listened to the constant sounds coming from the front of the position and finally gave the order.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Flares flashed in the sky less than a hundred meters away from the position.
Pieces of khaki are densely packed in the wild, making people's scalp numb.
The Japanese army responded in kind, and more flares fell above the Chinese position.
There is still fresh soil piled on the trench, showing the time when it was born.
However, the long and almost endless trenches also made the Japanese military officers in the rear look stiff.
"Kill the chicken!" The two majors waved their command knives forward in two different spaces at the same time.
More than 20 Type 92 heavy machine guns spoke first.
The dark red bullet marks were extremely conspicuous in the night sky, like the long whip that the God of Death was waving with a grin.
The most brutal charge in the history of the Japanese Army's 6th Division is coming.
