And more than thirty meters away, there were Sichuan soldiers who had already been holding guns and squinting at them.
Thirty meters, a living target the size of a basketball, is a bit difficult for these soldiers who have fought many battles.
However, it is also an existence that can be deceived. If the distance is extended ten times, it will be completely impossible.
"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots were fired at the same time.
There are also various kinds of guns, including Hanyang-made single-shot rifles and 38-type rifles.
There was even a soldier holding a gun.
This gun is powerful enough. The iron sand it shoots out has a killing range of only thirty to forty meters, and it may not be able to kill anyone.
Of course, this does not mean that the individual weapons of the Sichuan Army are really that shabby. Before going to the highlands, the Tang Dao had been uniformly replaced.
Except for the ones made in Hanyang and retained, all the other guns were replaced with Chinese-style rifles or Type 38 rifles captured from the Japanese army.
The last time the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade No. 1 was destroyed, quite a few Tang Dao soldiers were captured. Even if most of them were surrendered, there are still hundreds of rifles left. There is no shortage of 6.5mm Tomosaka bullets.
However, people are all creatures of nostalgia. Even if they have new guns or old guns, the Sichuan Army is reluctant to throw them away.
Many soldiers have two guns per man.
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Although this tough Japanese sergeant squad leader put on a steel helmet regardless of the cold, to be honest, that thing has limited defense against rifle bullets with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters.
The rounded arc deflected a bullet, avoiding the bad luck of the bullet penetrating into the helmet and turning his head into a bloody flower. However, he was inevitably hit by the kinetic energy, causing his head to jerk back.
The piece of iron sand that can be used to hunt rabbits and pheasants just happened to fly over.
He pounced directly on that big face that was completely exposed.
Good guy, his whole face was riddled with iron sand.
With a scream, the tough sergeant fell down in the trench, rolling on the ground and wailing.
Not at all as tough as before.
Momotaro followed the sound, and his balls suddenly shrank.
It's really too scary.
The medical soldier pulled his hand away and tried to cover him with a hemostatic pack.
But the horrific injuries left the medical staff at a loss.
His nose was blown off, and a piece of meat was hung on it. Only those who knew him well knew that it was the rich, garlicky nose that this tough sergeant was proud of every day.
The eye sockets were red, black, white and various colors, which should be the unknown liquid that flowed out after the eyeball was broken.
"Baga! Despicable Chinese!" Momotaro yelled.
While cursing, he took off his sword and threw it to the medical soldier.
He knew that the only way to relieve the suffering of his fellow countryman was to send him to Amaterasu, a man-made gift.
However, the heavy losses suffered by his fellow villagers were not what frightened Momotaro the most.
Rather, it is a trench that can hide all their figures.
Could it be that the Chinese did this on purpose?
This terrifying thought emerged in his mind, and when he saw that the trench behind him was obviously almost ten centimeters shorter than this side, Momotaro had a clear idea.
But obviously, he understood a little too late.
Because in the next second, smoking grenades were thrown towards the trench from the opposite side like raindrops.
My head was buzzing instantly.
"Damn it, this is a trap!" Momotaro shouted crazily. "Everyone, spread out, spread out!"
No wonder the Chinese always keep the distance between the two lines of defense within 40 meters to facilitate their grenade throwing.
As for Japanese grenades, more than 30 meters is already the limit, and not everyone can throw them that far.
Fortunately, there were not that many people jumping into the trenches in the first wave, and the trenches, which were several hundred meters long, had enough curved surfaces to withstand the air waves and shrapnel from grenade explosions.
However, there were too many grenades thrown at them.
Just like rain, there are dozens of raindrops in one wave, and dozens of raindrops in one wave. You can't avoid it just by hiding.
The Jingan Army, which was in a desperate situation, was also forced to show courage. Some bravely picked up the smoking grenades that had fallen in the trenches and threw them from a distance to the opposite side. Others also took out melon mines to fight back.
However, this approach is more futile than counterattack.
Since there is enough slope between the first-line and second-line trenches, the Sichuan troops on the second line have enough vision and are condescending. Long-handled grenades are most suitable for attacks. The accuracy of throwing them is better than that of being unable to see clearly the Jing on the opposite side.
The An army infantry are much taller.
It was a jaw-dropping grenade-throwing battle.
On both sides of the war, in the telescopes of commanders at all levels on both sides in the distance, no one fired any shots, they just threw "explosives" at each other.
Within a range of more than thirty meters, the grenades and grenades that fell into it exploded almost non-stop. From a distance, it looked like a small but extremely accurate artillery bombardment.
Even many rocks exposed on the ground were blown to pieces.
If anyone is among them, Duoduo will be torn into pieces and not even bones can be found.
But this does not mean that both sides are comfortable standing in the trenches.
The two Sichuan infantry platoons responsible for throwing grenades had a hit rate of more than 20% when the grenades fell into the trenches. However, the melon mine thrown by the Jing'an Army, who was obviously stronger, had an absolute hit rate of falling into the trenches of the second-line position.
No more than ten. Even though they had about two hundred people, they threw at least more than 400 grenades.
Whether it is a grenade or a melon mine, there is a delay of five to six seconds. In order to increase the lethality, experienced soldiers basically wait for two seconds before throwing it, but at this time, neither side can care so much.
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Injuring the enemy by 1,000 and injuring yourself by 800 was the situation in which the two sides used to shoot at each other in front of their positions.
But at this moment, the Sichuan Army had every advantage in terms of terrain and equipment.
Therefore, Momotaro and his gang of Jing'an troops were in serious trouble.
A bloody arm flew up in the smoke and "clacked" to the position before more than 200 Jingan soldiers could only crawl on the ground before they had time to enter the trenches. This reality showed the pain of the infantry who had entered the trenches.
Tragic situation.
Sure enough, men still can't be too fast!
Perhaps the Jingan troops lying in front of the trenches were comforting themselves in this way.
However, there are men who don’t think so.
For example, Cai Yongguan and others are doing preparation work behind the mountain.
Now attacking each other with grenades is not the main purpose of the two Chinese commanders.
Compared with the big guys behind, this kind of attack only delays the Japanese troops, preventing them from smelling the smell of conspiracy and launching an early attack.
In other words, those are just a small dessert before the big meal.
The tragedy of the infantrymen of the Jingan Army, whether fast or slow, has just begun.
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For the Jing'an Army at this time, they also had to make a choice.
Momotaro was the first to wake up. As soon as he turned around, he hid in a shell-proof hole. The sandbags stacked at the entrance effectively blocked the grenade fragments from flying around.
The Jingan Army, which had a slightly inferior psychological quality, could only be blown into pieces by countless pig iron grenade bodies and shrapnel, and howled loudly in the deafening explosion of "Boom, Boom, Boom".
Momotaro saw with his own eyes a soldier holding an eyeball hanging on his cheek and inserting it into the bloody eye socket. Obviously, even if it was temporarily installed, the eye socket with no eyelids could not fix the eyeball at all. It would not take more than a second.
It will fall again.
The soldier who couldn't fix his eyes suddenly no longer had to work so hard. A flying grenade shrapnel directly cut off his fragile carotid artery, and the blood spurted out even hit Lieutenant Momotaro's chest, which was retracted in the shell-proof hole.
face.
Without sticking out his tongue, Momotaro knew that human blood is salty and smells fishy.
The subordinate's blood almost dyed Momotaro's eyes red.
"Rush over and kill them!" Momotaro, who is essentially a gangster, inspired by the blood of his subordinates stimulated the spirit of gangsters. He pulled out his command sword and struck at the Chinese position that he had to raise his neck to see.
The command.
But in fact, this may also be the most correct choice.
It is undoubtedly an extremely stupid behavior to be in a trench where you cannot shoot at the opposite side and can only curl up and hope that the enemy's grenades will not fall on your side. But retreating is even more impossible, leaving your back to the prepared Chinese.
That's not stupidity at gunpoint, it's seeking death.
The only chance to turn defeat into victory is to attack and charge to the death. The distance of thirty meters is not long. As long as you rush into the position, no one can stop the sharp bayonets of hundreds of imperial soldiers.
Not only because of the desire to die, but also because of self-confidence.
In the Battle of Huzhou, Momotaro led his infantry company to charge into the enemy's position and engage in hand-to-hand combat with an opponent twice his size, assassinating dozens of his opponents while only losing four or five of his own, thereby conquering the position.
