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Chapter 443 Ferocious artillery fire

 8 mountain guns are responsible for suppressing heavy fire counterattacks on the hills.

20 infantry guns are responsible for suppressing the firepower of Chinese infantry in the trenches.

In order to prevent accidental damage to infantry, the 92 Infantry Cannon can fire flatly as a cannon and also fire in a curve similar to a mortar. At this time, curved bombardment is used.

Although it has lost its ability to break strongholds, it is most suitable for use in the crude trench fortifications at this time.

Fortunately, before and after falling into the trench, the soldiers in the trench did not suffer much damage except for the fact that the helmets on their heads were blown high into the sky and the earth and pebbles fell down.

But if a shell fell into the trench, it would be the end.

Due to time constraints, the soldiers of the guard battalion did not have time to dig the trench into a curve to withstand the attack of the artillery blast. The trench was almost an irregular straight line.

Once a shell explodes inside a trench, not only will the shrapnel splash and tear the soldiers within five or six meters to pieces, but the air waves running wildly along both sides will also knock the human body several meters away.

What are the consequences of a human body being hit by a car traveling at a high speed of 50 to 60 yards?

Massive internal bleeding, broken muscles and fractures, that's all.

Even if there are no scars on the outside, most of the soldiers blown away by the air wave will lose their combat effectiveness instantly, and more often, they will lose their lives in painful wails.

Of course, if a cannonball falls into a trench that is no more than one meter wide, that is also a matter of probability.

Luck itself is one of the comprehensive factors of combat effectiveness.

But the infantry squad led by the veteran at the center of the battlefield was so unlucky that they encountered bad luck.

A 92mm infantry gun shell fell into the trench where they were.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

At least two human bodies were lifted four to five meters high by the air waves and flung far away from the trench.

The two soldiers who were trying their best to curl up were too close to the explosion point. They were killed by shrapnel before they even had time to scream, and then were swept away by the crazy air waves.

Under the power of the shell explosion, the trench, which was not very strong, collapsed seven or eight meters, burying three soldiers who were caught off guard.

Tudou was violently pushed two to three meters away by the air waves. He could hear nothing with his ears. Even the shells exploding not far away seemed extremely far away, and the entire battlefield became quiet.

It seemed like a century had passed. The soldier, who was shaking his head desperately and trying to wake himself up, looked around him. Except for the smoke, all his familiar comrades were missing. A huge panic struck him.

"Squad leader, nails, pockmarked faces, where are you?" The soldiers crawling in the trenches in the dark yelled heartbreakingly.

The temporary deafness in both ears did not allow him to hear that his voice had become distorted and out of tune due to panic. Normally, it would have been terrifying and weird.

However, this was on the battlefield, and the rumbling sound of cannons directly covered up the panic of the soldiers.

"Squad leader, you are talking!" The soldier crawled for five or six meters without receiving an answer from anyone, feeling extremely desperate in his heart.

"Mom, you're deaf, and you can't hear what I'm saying. It's like a ball." A weak voice sounded in the soldier's ears after he had regained some of his hearing.

In fact, the veteran was shouting with all his strength, but whether it was the soldier or himself, the voice seemed to be coming from an extremely far away place.

"Squad leader, you're still alive, woohoo! I thought you were all dead." The soldier took advantage of the momentary light from the artillery fire and saw the blood-stained face of the veteran squad leader lying in the trench. He stepped forward and hugged him.

I can't help myself with excitement.

On the battlefield, what makes a soldier most sad is not his own death, but watching his comrades die one by one, and in the end, he is the only one left.

"Hiss! Don't touch my wound. Te Liang was not killed by the enemy's shells, but your baby will hurt you to death." The old soldier bared his teeth and scolded.

Only then did the soldier discover the reason why his squad leader's face was covered in blood. One of his ears was drooping with blood. Only a bit of flesh was left to connect the ear to his head. In contrast, there was a hideous spot on his thigh.

The wound was even more terrifying. The muscle torn by shrapnel was like a mouth, turning ferociously. Blood was like a spring, flowing out from the wound.

"Squad leader, your ears..." The soldier quickly tore off his military uniform, but tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

This is the only cloth that the soldiers in the guard camp can use to stop the bleeding of their comrades. All the items in the first aid kit have been transferred to the front line as early as the Battle of Songjiang. Why dirty military uniforms will lead to future wound infection is no longer a consideration for the soldiers.

"I can't die! You're crying!" the veteran squad leader rudely scolded his crying soldier.

Touching the empty ear, he touched the entire ear that had drooped down. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. He pulled hard and pulled off the ear that was only connected with a little flesh. His whole face twitched in pain, and he couldn't even look at it.

Looking at his own flesh and blood in his hands, he stuffed it into his jacket pocket and slapped the soldier who was hurriedly bandaging his wounds. There was a hint of sadness in his firm order: "Don't worry about me, go and see if there are any other soldiers over there."

I don’t believe that the Japanese cannonballs are so powerful that they can kill seven of my brothers with one shot."

Yes, the Japanese infantry artillery is not the 75 Mountain Artillery after all. If a mountain artillery shell weighing 6.5 kilograms falls in this trench, the death of an infantry squad will be a matter worthy of the commander's gratitude.

In the meat grinder in Songhu, a single shot of a 203-caliber naval gun once killed an infantry platoon and a half, and nearly a hundred strong young men disappeared in the gunfire before even a shot was fired.

After bad luck comes good luck.

The collapsed trench instantly buried the three soldiers, which actually saved them in disguise. If it were not for the protection of the soil covering their bodies, the crazy air waves would have killed these three men as well.

With the arrival of the other two soldiers who regained their consciousness, the three of them dug desperately, and three soldiers buried in the soil were dug out.

Of the three soldiers, whose mouths and noses were filled with dirt and lacked air, only one of them suffocated and fell into a coma because they dug in time enough, while the other two miraculously revived.

Even though the entire infantry squad was accurately hit by a single artillery shell, only two people were killed and two wounded, and five others maintained full combat effectiveness. It was a miracle.

Looking at the two corpses of his comrades in strange and motionless postures five or six meters away from the trench, the veteran didn't know whether it was due to severe pain from the wounds or distress. The muscles on his face twitched violently. After a while, he gave the order: "Just leave the big man and the two of them where they are."

Come on! Let’s collect the corpses from them after this battle is over.”

"The Japs are coming, everyone, prepare to fight!" On the battlefield, along with the sound of iron whistles, the voice of the second lieutenant platoon leader came from far away.

The Japanese infantry has entered the shooting area of ​​60 to 70 meters.

But the infantry artillery has not stopped shelling yet.

Fighting means exposing part of the body to the shrapnel damage area caused by artillery shells.

However, the soldiers could not retreat.

The Japanese infantry advanced more than twenty meters and entered an area where they could throw grenades.

Fierce gunfire sounded on the battlefield.

The Japanese troops lay on their knees one after another and crawled toward the river in a crawling posture.

It wasn't until they reached the river that they jumped onto the highway and ran towards the other side. In just four or five seconds, they could reach the other side of the river and drop the bomb.

The machine guns and heavy machine guns on the hill rang out, while the mountain cannon shells continued to explode around them.

They are the infantry's most reliable fire barrier, and they must participate in the battle.

Even if it is blown to pieces by artillery fire.

The Japanese artillery fire became even more crazy.

In order to prevent accidental damage to their own infantry, the 20 infantry guns turned their muzzles to the direction of the hill.

The small hill, which would never exceed 8,000 square meters, was actually being bombarded by a terrifying density of more than a dozen artillery shells per second.

The bright light caused by the saturation attack of 28 artillery pieces illuminated the hills red, like a volcano ejecting lava.

Human bodies and mechanical parts visible to the naked eye were thrown away by air waves in the gunfire.


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