The flames from the explosion of mortar shells kept swallowing the soldiers of Oshima Squadron into the fire and smoke. The Japanese soldiers in their hands began to scream and shout. Some Japanese soldiers were still running around randomly, and then
Knocked down by flying shrapnel, Oshima Squadron's position became a mess.
"Damn Chinese" Matsuda curled up and hid in a crater. The crater created by the mortar could not hide a guy of Matsuda's size. Matsuda dug this crater with his own steel helmet and bayonet.
Matsuda kept muttering in a low voice. He felt that his whole body was shaking, and the sharp shells whistled in the air, as if they were like knives cutting into his heart. He murmured, and then used his heart with all his strength.
He covered his ears with his hands, not wanting those trembling sounds to enter his ears. Then he closed his eyes, drew his knees up to his chest, and kept mumbling the names of his family members, trying to calm himself down.
The fear in my heart calmed down.
"Hey, Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun." In a daze, Matsuda seemed to hear someone calling his name. He tried to open his eyes to see, but he didn't dare to move. He felt as if something was pressing around him.
, making him unable to move. "Matsuda-kun" called him louder. Even if Matsuda covered his ears in the crater, he could hear it clearly, which was clearer than the explosions and gunshots. He slowly opened his mouth
He turned around and saw a person squatting in the crater next to him, who was looking at him with a frown.
"Nakagawa-kun" Matsuda subconsciously shouted after regaining some consciousness. Matsuda recognized the guy who kept calling his name. This is Nakagawa Kojiro, a fellow countryman of his. The two were assigned to Myanmar after being transferred to Myanmar.
From the same squadron.
"Relax, Matsuda-kun. The Chinese are only using mortars. As long as we hide and don't run around, the shells won't hit us." Matsuda, who had been out of his mind earlier, was hiding in the crater next to him.
Nakagawa seemed to be much calmer. Looking at Matsuda's frightened look, Nakagawa couldn't help but shake his head secretly. It seemed that his fellow countryman had not completely gotten rid of his fear. I hoped that after experiencing this battle, he could become a
A true warrior of the Empire possesses the courage that a warrior should have in the first place.
"Yes, yes, I shouldn't be so worried." Matsuda nodded subconsciously in the crater and slowly stretched out his curled body, but the constant explosions and gunshots around him still made him feel sad.
Full of fear. In Matsuda's memory, he had never encountered a Chinese army with such powerful firepower as now. At that time, a regiment of the Chinese army would often be chased all over the world by a squadron of the imperial army.
But now it's completely reversed. The empire's army is being suppressed by the damned China Army and is unable to move.
"Matsuda-kun, are you afraid of death?" Nakagawa Kojiro frowned and looked at Matsuda with panic on his face, "Are you afraid of death? Matsuda-kun, if you are afraid of death, then death will follow you at any time, even if
I will torture you at any time while you are still alive. Matsuda-kun, just treat yourself as dead in battle now, so that your courage will not be suppressed by death all the time." Matsuda shook his head and then turned his head.
Don't look at Zhongchuan anymore. He is not one of those new recruits who are ready to die in vain. He still wants to return to his hometown alive.
"Damn it, can't you be a little bolder like a true imperial warrior?" Nakagawa Kojiro's deep voice came from beside him, but Matsuda had no interest in talking to him. Nakagawa
He gritted his teeth at Matsuda full of regret. He didn't know if those words just now were of any use to a timid fellow countryman like him, but he still tried his best.
At this time, the officers began to realize that counterattacks would only waste ammunition and expose their positions, so they ordered to stop the counterattack. The Japanese soldiers no longer ran around or fired back, and the artillery fire and machine guns on the Tangcheng side were lost.
The targets, machine gunners and gunners finally slowly stopped. The position was full of the smell of blood, and there were occasional sporadic gunshots. But as night fell, the battlefield that was just full of screams and gunfire
It finally quieted down. Everything was quiet, as if nothing happened here. If it weren't for the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, no one would have known that a fierce exchange of fire had occurred here.
The Japanese soldiers who were still alive were treating the wounded under the command of the officers, using bayonets and helmets to dig bomb craters to serve as bunkers. The remaining Oshima Squadron, with less than a hundred people, could not break out at night. They could only wait for dawn and wait to rush from the direction of Magao.
The reinforcements came. The dark night made Matsuda unable to see anything. He was now full of fear about the war. Ever since the stray bullet grazed his helmet, he had been panicking and never stopped.
Pass.
Matsuda can be considered a veteran. In the large and small battles he has experienced, there will always be living friends from his hometown who fall in front of him. Seeing their blood-stained military uniforms and their painful screams, Matsuda can think of
What he wanted to do was to shoot more Chinese people to avenge them. But the battle he experienced today completely defeated Matsuda. Although the intensity of the battle he experienced today is not worth mentioning, the dangers he experienced were something Matsuda encountered once.
Really, these all expanded the fear in his heart infinitely.
He had always envied Nakagawa, his agility and precise marksmanship, his courage to keep walking through the hail of bullets from the Chinese, and the heartfelt respect he received from his companions. Of course, he also respected him.
But all this was annihilated by his own timidity. He even felt that he was not qualified to fight with Nakagawa. Trying to get himself out of the predicament, Matsuda stretched out his hand hard, and in the darkness, he opened his five fingers
, and then felt the trembling in his heart, and this trembling also made his hands tremble along with his heart.
"Damn it, stop shaking." Matsuda, who couldn't control the shaking of his right hand, cursed in his mind and slammed his hand on the edge of the crater with some annoyance. The stinging sensation on the gravel made him
His heart actually felt slightly comfortable. After this almost venting punch, Matsuda's heart gradually calmed down a little. He calmed down his breathing, as if it was like a centering needle, allowing him to gradually relax his tight muscles.
My heart slowly relaxed.
The position was quiet. Not only the Japanese army's position was quiet now, but also the Tangcheng side. But unlike the Japanese army, the soldiers on the Tangcheng side had either fallen asleep or were waiting quietly and nervously.
Following Tang Cheng's attack order, Tang Cheng stood in the ditch, staring motionlessly at the darkness in front of him. He didn't check his watch all the time. This would make the soldiers around him feel uneasy. He had to
To stabilize the morale of the troops, we must also give them enough confidence to defeat the Japanese army on the opposite side.
The long dark night has finally passed, the sky has become hazy, and morning light will come soon. Tang Cheng, who was curled up, woke up as if by conditioned reflex. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost four o'clock, and it was so far away from the morning in northern Myanmar.
There wasn't much time left. Glancing at Dice who had already woken up, Tang Cheng whispered, "Go wake up the brothers and get ready, it's almost dawn." Dice nodded, and then woke up those who were still sleeping.
The soldiers who were awakened by the dice opened their eyes, with the confusion on their faces after waking up from a deep sleep.
Soon, the soldiers in the ditch were woken up, and everyone began to check their weapons. During this period, they took the time to eat something. Everyone was prepared, and then quietly waited for the battle to start.
When the moment came, no one spoke, and no one was distracted. Matsuda, who had not slept all night, curled up tightly in the crater. The fear that gradually dissipated in the dark night slowly returned to his heart with the depressive and solemn atmosphere.
He covered his helmet with one hand and held his rifle tightly with the other, but his legs were shaking slightly. The morning light came quietly, and a hazy scene gradually appeared in front of him. Then he could gradually see clearly what was ahead.
The scenery. The hazy outline in front of me gradually becomes clearer and clearer...
The rising sun had already jumped above the horizon, but there was still silence on the battlefield. As Tang Cheng waved his arm hard, the dice that had locked onto the target next to him pulled the trigger. There was a clear "pop" sound of the M1 Garand rifle,
It broke the solemn atmosphere and cut through the quiet morning light like a curtain cut with a sharp knife. The Japanese soldier who was hit in the head by the bullet fired from the dice fell to the ground. This shot opened the battle.
In the prologue, all the mortars, machine guns, rifles and other weapons of both the enemy and us opened fire at the same time as agreed upon. Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire on the position, and the smoke and fire from the exploding shells turned the battlefield into darkness.
The sudden escalation in the intensity of the battle made Tang Cheng uncertain about the strength of the Japanese army for a while. However, as the battle continued, the Oshima Squadron, which had been besieged all night, became exhausted. "Stay where you are and cannot retreat," the officers said.
Shouting loudly, they rushed to the front of the position, fired desperately, and shouted loudly. Tang Cheng also kept shuttling in the ditch, shouting loudly, issuing orders to his soldiers to let them go.
Their bullets hit more accurately and the artillery shells hit more accurately.
In a stalemate battle, what is at stake is the morale of the soldiers on both sides. Whoever fails to hold back his energy first will become the loser. This is an eternal law on the battlefield, even in the era of hot weapons. "Keep shooting, keep your firepower."
." Tang Cheng walked back and forth in the ditch to boost morale, shouting at the top of his lungs to make his soldiers feel at ease.