However, the Japanese army underestimated the sniper capabilities of the Jiang regiment. Before the Japanese offensive troops moved anywhere, commanders fell one after another. Then came the machine gunners and grenade launchers. The more valuable targets received special care.
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"How many are there?"
"Already eleven. This gun works damn well."
"Want me to try one too?"
"You'd better keep a lookout for me."
It's just that when the Japanese army first arrived in China, they extremely despised the level of the Chinese army. When they fell, they immediately replaced them with superiors. They still maintained an orderly battle formation and attacked in a skirmish line. They tried to intimidate the Chinese army with the spirit of Bushido.
Mentally destroy the will of Chinese soldiers.
Jiang Tuan still used sniper rifles to kill and injure the Japanese troops in large numbers. They got closer, and got closer again, already within 100 meters, but there was still no movement from the machine gun positions. The Japanese troops couldn't find the positions of the Chinese army's light and heavy machine guns, and they were already a little timid.
The attack speed also slowed down. After all, machine guns are not fun.
It wasn't until we were about 70 meters away that the light machine gun started to call. After three bursts of fire, three people fell down. This is too intimidating. What kind of combat capability is this with the precise shooting ability of such a number of soldiers?
The Japanese army began to waver, and the supervisory team immediately appeared behind them. However, the supervisory team only appeared for a short time before their names were called by snipers.
On the battlefield, it was the first time for the Japanese army to install and use sniper rifles in combat troops on such a large scale. It was also the first time for the Chinese army to use sniper rifles. Once used, they were effective. The Japanese army always failed to achieve results in their attacks and made progress.
Extremely slow and annoying.
"Baga! Why are the troops progressing so slowly? You have lost all face to the Imperial soldiers."
"Your Majesty Colonel, the combat effectiveness of this Chinese army is really too strong. We need aircraft support."
"Then apply for aviation support. We must capture the Chinese army's positions tomorrow. At any cost."
On the third day, the Japanese army, supported by aircraft and tanks, launched a daring offensive. The ground was burning, the sky was burning, and the atmosphere was burning. The scorching heat made people breathless. They were suffocating, vomiting, and tearing apart.
Chests, struggles, twists, and helpless howls. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and red mud churned into mud. The soldiers of the Jiang Regiment hid in the anti-gun caves to reduce casualties as much as possible.
But the god of death has no eyes. He doesn't care about anyone. The attacks of artillery fire and the bombing of empty bombs have plowed every piece of this square inch of land.
The soil was all floating on the dead bodies. Fifty minutes later, the plane left, the artillery fire stopped, and the Japanese army was attacking, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" The upper body was exposed, and a woman's belt was tied on the head. The Japanese army came up. The whole army
Get in position!
Jiang Shuirou ordered the Wolf-tooth Cheetah, "There are anti-tank and anti-infantry mines here. Throw them out of the position and go forward."
Everyone followed Shuirou's posture, pulled out the safety, and threw it like a discus. The oblate mine just slipped into the empty soil in front of the defensive position.
The Chinese army kept pushing people out of the ground, one by two, one row by two rows, one company by two companies - until the whole regiment was in position.
When Jiang Shuirou saw it, 10% of the soldiers had already slept in the arms of Mother Earth. They were separated from their brothers forever. The sniper rifles were no longer enough to make the Japanese troops retreat. The barrels of the light and heavy machine guns were red. The Japanese troops were still swarming in.
on the ground, stepped onto an anti-infantry mine, and suddenly stood in front of the position
Hellfire erupted from above. It was like a volcano in Hawaii that kept erupting. After the eruption, there was silence, and everything was quiet. Only the orange dust mist remained in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. There were no soldiers in yellow uniforms standing there.
.No more arrogant shouting and yelling.
"Commander, the division headquarters ordered the retreat."
"Where to retreat?"
"To the West - Nanjing."
"The 88th Division? Have you retreated?"
"Everyone left yesterday. We are the only ones left."
"Then why didn't anyone tell us?"
"I'm not sure about this, maybe I forgot."
"Damn you bunch of bastards, it's in vain that we are still fighting desperately for them to resist sniping. Give me the order, the whole group must assemble and retreat.
Don't panic. All the heavy equipment has been destroyed. Only 60 mortars are left.
After giving the order, the whole regiment quickly assembled. Taking advantage of the night, without making a sound, they quietly left the position and left without taking away a trace of cloud, a trace of regret, or a trace of nostalgia.
After months of hard fighting, how many brothers have been laid to rest here. Thirty percent of the brothers are gone.
The whole regiment returned to Kunshan and continued to move west. The troops were neatly organized, marched with sonorous steps, and the powerfully equipped troops were so conspicuous in the chaotic ranks of the retreat. They stood out from the crowd.
The scenes of tragic defeat along the way of the Great Retreat made Shui Rou's nose sore. On both sides of the road, there were rows of seriously injured soldiers who were arranged chaotically without any medical personnel to take care of them. They were abandoned on both sides of the road and lay there.
On the ground, there is no one to take care of you.
The soldiers opened their helpless eyes, stretched out their withered hands, and cried sadly, "Brothers, please help me, give me some fire. I don't want to die in the hands of the Japanese."
Seeing the endless stretchers of wounded soldiers, Shuirou looked helpless. She had no choice but to take out a compressed biscuit and a grenade. Brother, I can only help you so much.
"Thank you! Let's go, brother."
When other soldiers in the Jiang regiment saw the regiment leader doing this, they also took out biscuit grenades and delivered them to the wounded soldiers one by one.
However, the orderly retreat turned into a huge rout due to heliophobia and fighting for the road. The road was blocked, crowded and chaotic. When Jiang Shuirou saw that this was not an option, he immediately ordered the troops to go down the road and march into the crop fields, away from the main road.
Although this is more tiring and difficult to walk, it ensures the speed of the march and the integrity of the troops. The troops quickly circle to the front. There are many rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many bridges along the way.
When Jiang Tuan marched to Wu Fu's defensive line, they were blocked by a relatively wide river.