The Jing'an Army has sufficient combat experience.
They soon felt that the counterattack firepower on the Chinese position was weak, and the hand-cranked siren at the rear made a long and piercing sound, which was an order from the front-line commander to strengthen the attack.
The black infantry of the Jing'an Army moved forward on their hands and knees and began to crawl forward.
The ten submachine guns that had been silent for a long time on the Chinese position began to fire wildly at the same time, slowing down the advance of the Jingan Army infantry who were about to move.
After dozens of casualties were caused by this continuous-fire firearm, even if the infantrymen of the Jing'an Army were eager to perform their duties, few were willing to compete with the hail of bullets.
What's more, the current situation is that we are about to attack the opponent's position. At this time, it is obviously a bit silly to risk our lives, but it is more reliable to play steadily and steadily.
A few minutes later, the soldiers who had covered the last infantry squad withdrew to the second-line position through the communication ditch, and the ten submachine guns also stopped firing.
There is no way, fighting like this is very exciting and enjoyable, but the bullets consumed are also huge. However, in half an hour of fighting, the 9mm submachine gun bullets consumed on the highlands were as high as 3,000 rounds. On average, each submachine gun fired 300 rounds of bullets.
In the past, it was a battle-level bullet consumption...
Not to mention that Commander Wei Donglai's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the ammunition consumed, but the veterans holding submachine guns felt distressed every time they pulled the trigger.
Losing the continuous output of fire suppression from their submachine guns, the Jingan Army, which had already rushed thirty meters in front of the frontline position, began to change from a crawling state to a bent-down trot.
Most of the Jingan Army are natives of the Northeast. Only some squad leaders are Japanese who came to the Northeast from Japan to prospect for gold. They are generally tall and have long legs. Their charging speed is definitely higher than that of the regular Japanese army. It only takes seven or eight seconds at most.
Rushed into position.
The long 38 rifles had already been inserted with shiny bayonets. A group of sturdy men shouted wildly to encourage themselves to rush to the position. They were waiting to imagine the Sichuan army and their hand-to-hand combat, but they were dumbfounded to find that the trenches in front of them
Empty.
Sichuan Army, ran away!
Only one trench with relatively complete functions and high defensive power was left.
How can it not be that high? Most of the Jingan troops were over 1.7 meters tall, but they couldn't even put their heads out of the trenches. I don't know what those Sichuan people who were ten centimeters shorter than them were thinking. Fei was so
It took a lot of effort to dig such a deep trench.
There was no time for them to think about the reason. Gunfire sounded like exploding beans more than 30 meters away. The Jingan troops jumped into the trenches in a hurry. Those who reacted slower were either knocked down by rifle bullets or five Czech guns that fired wildly.
He was knocked down by continuous fire from a Japanese light machine gun.
Of course, the machine gunners and grenadier operators of the Jing'an Army in the rear desperately launched counter-suppression to cover their infantry's rapid entry into the occupied trenches.
Not only was the trench deep enough, but it was also clean enough inside. Apart from the large blood stains showing the damage they had done to the Sichuan troops here, there was no other material left.
Obviously, this was not a hasty escape due to defeat, but an organized retreat.
Lieutenant Momotaro took a deep breath.
Yes, Lieutenant Momotaro, who has the same name as the protagonist of traditional Japanese stories, is a legend among the Japanese ronin in the Northeast.
Momotaro, who was despised by the whole village for his sneaking around in Japan, is exactly like the legendary village kid in the future world.
Such a person would be a bachelor not only in China, but also in Japan.
In the end, the village boy who even his parents disliked decided to go to the Northeast to pan for gold, and he vowed not to return home without clothes and riches.
Nihonmura, who had no sense of pride as a citizen of the Japanese Empire, succeeded. Not only did he infiltrate the Jingan Army, a top-notch military force serving Manchukuo, but he also took the initiative to put down his personal status and mingle with the senior and middle-ranking officers of the Jingan Army, and finally became a member of the Jingan Army.
An infantry lieutenant and company commander.
In just three years, he went from a village boy who was abandoned by everyone to a paid officer. He was even personally received by the highest official in Manchukuo, His Excellency Armed Forces Rokuzo, for promoting the friendship between Japan and Manchukuo.
Among the large number of Japanese ronin groups in Manchukuo and the three eastern provinces who make profits by bullying the Chinese, this is not to mention the only one! He is definitely an outstanding figure.
Momotaro also suffered hardships in the recruit training camp, otherwise he would not have been quickly promoted to the position of lieutenant company commander. When he saw the situation, he ordered them to switch from offense to defense, stand still and wait for fire support.
Being a great official means admiration.
Momotaro certainly knew how difficult it would be for pure infantry to attack a stubborn enemy who had retreated in an orderly manner and regained the advantage of fortifications. He could no longer afford to lose any more soldiers.
Looking back at the khaki figures that were still lying on the road ahead and no longer moving, the former Japanese villager almost burst into tears.
His infantry company suffered heavy losses in the battle of Jiepai Village. In addition to the battle just now, it was basically only half left. Those are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles! Even if it is replenished to full capacity, the combat effectiveness will still be high.
It is no longer the same as before.
It's not that he, a Japanese, has a deep relationship with these Chinese people, but you have to understand the positive heart of a village boy who has been single for more than 20 years and is disliked by all the village girls.
He not only wants to be a company commander but also a battalion commander. In the end, he may be able to use this as a springboard to join the imperial army and become an adjunct officer or even a general.
His dream is that when he returns home, all the uncles and aunts with daughters in the village will step through the doorsteps of their homes carrying gifts.
‘Your Excellency Momotaro is now prosperous!’ This is the label that Ryuuko Nihonmura hopes to have.
To put it bluntly, whether it is China or Japan, the dreams of young people in the lower class are actually the same. They hope to gain recognition from those who once looked down on them.
The infantry company under his command, as well as his family fortune due to the increase in military pay, were almost wiped out.
"Damn Chinese, I, Momotaro, will definitely dig out your hearts and make them food for Daqing." Momotaro raised his neck and looked at another Chinese position dozens of meters away, and swore through gritted teeth.
Daqing is a green wolf dog he raised. Whenever he catches deserters or rebels, there will always be fresh meat. Human hearts are his favorite.
But obviously, Lieutenant Momotaro, who was raising his neck and trembling, did not realize at this moment that the trench in front of him was a little too deep for him.
Of course, maybe it's because he is too short.
Momotaro, who is only 1.58 meters tall, probably saw many objects as taller versions, so he casually ignored the 2-meter-deep trench in front of him.
That was one of the greatest achievements of thousands of soldiers and civilians who worked hard for more than 30 hours. In order to complete this massive work within a limited time, the soldiers who were ordered to die by Tang Dao even did not hesitate to use explosives to blast it.
The huge amount of earthwork excavated was not wasted. They searched the entire Guangde County, collected all the fabrics, sewed them into coarse cloth bags, and packed the soil in them, forming a large number of earthen sandbags for use on the rocks that could not be excavated.
Fortification construction.
Perhaps the only thing that the officers and soldiers couldn't understand was that Tang Dao ordered all sandbags installed in the trenches to be placed even in the direction facing their second-line positions, and all excess sandbags were required to be piled to the rear.
Perhaps it was because they were afraid that the Japanese grenades would hit the rear and protect the trenches!
Most of the officers and soldiers thought so. Anyway, there was enough soil dug out, and there was no shortage of fortifications such as sandbags, which were simple but could prevent bullets and shell fragments.
But at this moment, seeing the tall Jing'an Army trying to put their guns in the trenches, but only seeing their arms and small hands but not their heads, most of the people somewhat understood what the officer meant.
This makes it difficult for the Japs to shoot!
If they want to see the other side, they can't even think about it unless they are jumping around or carrying sandbags to give themselves a foothold.
"Asshole, the Chinese who are afraid of death dug the trench so deep!" After issuing the defense mission, Lieutenant Momotaro couldn't help complaining angrily.
He wanted to quietly observe the Chinese defense line as they retreated to the second line of defense, but he had to quietly drag in two sandbags to step on, no, maybe three.
Fortunately, no one noticed his embarrassment.
Because almost everyone was busy carrying sandbags to cushion their feet.
Of course, it is not that no one tried to challenge the depth of the trenches because they did not admit the disadvantage of their height. A sergeant squad leader who had always been fierce and had only been in the army for one year from the same prefecture as Momotaro was similar in size to Lieutenant Momotaro. This was also why Momotaro was so popular.
One thing I like.
He is short but has a high heart and a strong body. The Japanese squad leader relied on his strong leg strength to push himself up to the edge of the trench.
In other words, the force used was a little too much, and the head shot was a little too high.
