This is not the first time since the Battle of Songhu that Chinese soldiers have launched such a decisive counterattack.
The last time they did this was probably the 60,000 Guangxi Wolf Army who first arrived on the battlefield.
They charged against the Japanese's light and heavy machine guns, infantry artillery and even poison gas bombs. In just one day, the entire battlefield was covered with skeletons.
Sixty thousand, only twenty thousand left.
The army general, known as Little Zhuge, shed tears in his clothes at the headquarters.
Their counterattack only proved their reputation for bravery.
Tang Dao and his comrades don't know what the outcome will be this time.
They only knew that fighter planes were hard to find, and they finally found the Japanese artillery position that threatened the highlands the most. If they did not carry out a brilliant blow like this, more of their comrades would die from Japanese artillery shells.
Just like the two infantry companies on Highland 3 that were completely exhausted.
No matter what, they have to give it a try, even if it costs their own lives!
The Japanese frontline infantrymen did not expect this kind of Chinese behavior that was almost "seeking death", nor did Yanagawa Kazuo.
Yanagawa Kazuo's good luck actually continues.
In the first round of mortar firing, more than a dozen shells actually landed behind the Japanese defense positions, just around the top commander Yanagawa Kazuo.
But he had a good staff officer. The Japanese captain was very quick to knock Yanagawa Kazuo to the ground with a tiger pounce when his lieutenant commander was still playing with his eyes, and covered the lieutenant's tiger with his body.
On the body.
The movements were rough and the posture was unbearable to look at, but the effect was powerful. The flying shrapnel and the overflowing air waves did not cause any harm to Yanagawa Kazuo.
The two elites of the Japanese army, the captain and the lieutenant colonel, maintained the intimate state of "you hug me, I chew the mud" amidst the artillery fire, until the artillery fire gradually became sparse.
Then, the two 'men' who were rarely so close finally raised their heads and saw the scene in front of them clearly, and their balls shrank together.
The darkness had long since been dispersed by burning vegetation, dozens of flares, and wildly sweeping searchlights.
Hundreds of dark blue men were running towards the forward position at high speed. They were so determined that not even the smoke of gunfire could stop their progress.
However, the Japanese infantrymen on the forward positions seemed to have not recovered from the incoming shelling, and even the observation posts with hand-cranked sirens did not sound any alarm.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Two Japanese officers who were still lying on the ground yelled in unison.
However, they were still a little too far away from the forward position. In other words, the Japanese soldiers who had just experienced the crazy bombardment temporarily lost their hearing. Let alone the shouts from a hundred meters away, even if they were shouted into the ear, the effect would be limited.
The Japanese troops in the forward position were still unaware, but the Chinese soldiers had already rushed to a hundred meters.
"Baga!" Yanagawa Kazuo finally stood up with an ashen face. He pulled out his command sword and pointed forward. "Brave Imperial artillerymen, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor."
As an experienced soldier, Yanagawa Kazuo knew what would happen if the Chinese broke through the defensive positions in front of the artillery positions and waited for the seemingly large number of artillerymen.
It's death! The artillerymen, who don't have much experience in infantry combat, are no better than a little chicken when faced with elite infantry at close range.
All he can do now is to lead his group of artillerymen into the defensive position and, together with the soldiers of the guard squadron, keep the Chinese out of the position.
In that case, there is still a glimmer of hope.
The Japanese Lieutenant Colonel, who had prepared for the worst, had just pulled out his command sword when he was hugged by the captain's staff officer on the side, "Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel, please don't do this! If you die in battle, the Chinese will use this to attack you."
The reputation of the empire and the division."
Although the Japanese captain didn't make it very clear, the general idea was that it doesn't matter if you die, but if the Chinese chop off your head, the Chinese will make a big fuss about it in public opinion. A dignified Lieutenant Colonel of the Fifth Division of the Empire.
What do you think will be the consequences of a picture of your head being published in a newspaper?
If it were an ordinary captain officer, Yanagawa Kazuo would probably be able to chop him in a rage. Damn it, the Chinese haven't even arrived yet! Are you helping the Chinese worry about my head?
But as the empire's prestigious 'Steel Army', before the war began, there were not five hundred but also three hundred nobles and nobles who chose to join this army with outstanding merits. This captain was five or six years younger than Yanagawa Kazuo.
It's one of them.
If he kills this person out of fear, nothing will happen in the short term, but if he wants to move to a higher position in the future, it won't be that easy.
What's more, what he said actually makes some sense. We are men who will become generals sooner or later. How can we die in this unknown place for no reason? Thinking of this, Yanagawa Kazuo's originally indomitable momentum suddenly weakened.
This person is just afraid of thinking. Once he starts to look forward and backward, all the previous determination will be in vain.
Of course, the reason why the Japanese captain risked his life to prevent his superior from committing a crime was not for the sake of the reputation of the empire and the division.
Yanagawa Kazuo, the top commander, was going to risk his life, so naturally he, the wing headquarters staff officer, had to follow him. He stopped his superior mainly to save his own life.
Due to such a delay, the artillerymen who were already prepared and waiting for military orders could only stay in place and continue waiting, completely losing their best opportunity to support the front-line positions.
Originally, with their new force of more than 300 people joining, it was completely possible not to mention that they could completely drive the more than 300 people led by Tang Dao out of the position and cause a lot of damage to them.
Because, once hand-to-hand combat began, if the Japanese artillerymen were not timid, they would be able to do it one-on-one. At least they would not be worse than the Sichuan troops who were less than two centimeters taller than them.
Moreover, because of their reinforcements, the Japanese troops on the front line could completely crush the Chinese soldiers rushing in.
No matter how much you dare to die, insufficient troops will lead to failure.
In fact, even Tang Dao himself was mentally prepared for the casualty rate to exceed 80%.
The losses may be huge, but as long as these ten or so cannons can be blown up, all the losses will be worth it. Otherwise, just these cannons can take away lives that are several times more than the number of losses in this battle.
Unfortunately, Yanagawa Kazuo's courage was completely annihilated by the man holding him just now.
The death squads ran all the way to a distance of almost 100 meters before they were discovered by the frontline Japanese troops. The entire position was filled with shouts and screams. From time to time, bullets were shot out, and from time to time, dark blue figures fell down.
The dark blue figure also started shooting, but basically after firing one shot, he held the gun in his hand and ran with all his strength into the final charge.
How can Chinese soldiers who are not even afraid of oncoming machine gun and rifle bullets be afraid of the upcoming hand-to-hand combat?
At dusk a few hours ago, the two infantry companies on Highland 3, which were about to be wiped out but still did not flinch, gave these Chinese soldiers a good look.
What is avenging shame? This is it!
I have retreated before, but I will not retreat this time! My body will become one with my position.
The name of avenging shame can already be wiped out.
So this time, they don't need to avenge themselves, just dare to die.
In the reflection of the flare, the blade is as cold as frost!
"Kill!" The veins on Tang Dao's neck popped up and he roared!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Chinese soldiers who had remained silent and charged with all their strength responded with the word "kill" in unison from three directions.
The sound of killing echoed in the somewhat empty mountains.
The murderous intention revealed in it is even colder than the cold winter wind.
