"Artillery platoon! Let me raise the heavy firepower position on the opposite side first!" Ding Wei roared: "If during the charge, I see a machine gun on the opposite side that can fire.
You just raise your head and come to see me!"
Everything benefited from the favorable terrain of the 28th Regiment. Compared with the plain of the Japanese Brigade, they could easily see through the firepower deployed by the enemy.
The artillery platoon immediately stood up to accept the order and ran down one after another.
The next second.
A series of "dong dong dong" sounds sounded from the 28th Regiment's position.
Mortars and grenade launchers fired one after another, and dense artillery shells kept flying toward the Japanese brigade's position.
The shells covered the sky and the sun, and the ground seemed to be cast in a shadow.
then.
The artillery shells in mid-air quickly gathered towards their respective targets. The technology was insufficient to collect them in quantity. This was the current situation.
Because the soldiers of the artillery platoon cannot guarantee that one shot will hit the target, they simply win by numbers. Anyway, they have a lot of artillery shells in reserve, so there is no need to worry about the shells.
As soon as the enemy's machine guns and barrels were found, they were all hit by a barrage of shells.
Each fire position of the Little Japs was baptized by artillery shells, and the deafening sound of explosions resounded throughout the position again.
Cleaned by mortars and grenade shells, and accompanied by dazzling flashes of fire, the Japs' fire positions were removed one by one.
It wasn't until the grenades and mortar barrels overheated that the artillerymen ceased firing.
The light and heavy machine guns and other firearms in the Japanese positions were almost all turned into piles of scrap metal during the bombing.
The most important reason is that they are fighting an encounter and do not have much time to carefully arrange their positions.
How could a hastily deployed defensive position withstand the blast of artillery shells?
"Get me a light machine gun!" Ding Wei said sternly.
Immediately, Chao Chao quickly handed a light machine gun to Ding Wei.
"Everyone is here! Get ready to charge!" Ding Wei held a light machine gun and said sternly: "As soon as the charge horn sounds, the whole regiment, no matter who it is, will charge with me! Kill the little devil on the opposite side!"
Without fire support, the little Japanese on the opposite line of defense was just a toothless wild dog, unable to withstand the attack of the soldiers of the 28th Regiment.
"Yes!" the soldiers of the 28th Regiment responded.
"Bulller! Play the charge bugle for me!" Ding Wei shouted, holding a light machine gun.
"Yes!" The bugler blew the bugle in his hand.
The rapid and loud sound of the bugle suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.
When the soldiers heard the sound of the bugle ringing in their ears, each one of them immediately clenched their weapons as if they had been given a shot of blood.
"kill!"
"Kill them all! Leave no one behind!"
"Fuck Xiao Dongyang to death!"
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Hundreds of soldiers from the 28th Regiment, led by Ding Wei, rushed towards the Fukada Brigade's frontal defense line like a tide.
The deafening shouts of killing resounded across the battlefield and drifted into the distance.
"Machine gun company! Stand in front! Attack with short bursts and suppress the enemy's firepower!" Ding Wei said sternly: "Pistol team! Come with me! Throw all the bullets on you at me!
Bombardier, blow up the Japanese slaves on the other side!"
While charging, Ding Wei did not forget to issue battle orders.
"What's going on! Where's the sound!"
Captain Fukada, who was dizzy from the bombing, suddenly heard a rapid trumpet sound in his ears.
The next second.
His expression changed.
This sound was too familiar to him, the sound of the Eighth Route Army's charge horn!
What followed was a deafening cry of death.
"Damn it! What's going on!" Captain Fukada looked at the soldiers of the 28th Regiment who were coming, and was dumbfounded.
"Quick! Counterattack! Block Tubalu's attack!" Captain Fukada roared at the top of his lungs.
The little Japs in the position woke up from a dream and raised their guns one after another to fight back, but it was too late.
The soldiers of the machine gun company turned their guns one after another.
The machine gun bullets seemed to stop moving forward, pouring towards the Japanese position, so heavy that it was difficult for the little Japanese to raise his head.
"This is impossible! This is impossible!" Captain Fukada shouted angrily.
All this was completely beyond his expectation. He never imagined that the Chinese troops surrounded by them on the opposite side would actually choose to charge.
Moreover, they still chose to break out from the front. This group of Tubalu were simply too arrogant.
However, just as he was stunned for a moment, the machine gun company of the 28th Regiment had already approached a range of 100 meters.
Captain Fukada's eyes changed instantly. The support troops were on the way, and most of his troops were sent out.
Judging from the opponent's firepower, it was impossible for them to block the attack of the opposing troops.
Seeing the murderous soldiers of the 28th Regiment, the remaining Japanese soldiers woke up from a dream, looking for bunkers and shooting with guns, hoping to block the charge of the 28th Regiment.
But in the face of the fierce firepower of the 28th Regiment, all this was in vain. In less than a minute, the 28th Regiment had already approached the Fukada Brigade position.
The only remaining squadron had suffered more than half its casualties, and the 28th Regiment suffered almost no damage.
Captain Fukada shouted at the signal soldiers beside him: "Quick! Send electricity to other regiments! Let them come to support quickly!"
As soon as the message was sent, Captain Fukada heard a cry of death and a sound of metal collision.
A quick look revealed that hand-to-hand combat had begun on the battlefield.
At close range, using a gun is likely to accidentally injure friendly troops, not to mention the battlefield is so chaotic now.
The little devils also turned off the safety on the 38 cover, holding bayonets and grinning, and joined in the hand-to-hand combat.
The soldiers of the machine gun company were all furious. They emptied their magazines and then swung their light machine guns at the Japs' heads.
A light machine gun made of pure steel, even if used as a weapon in hand-to-hand combat, is still a murderous weapon.
Ding Wei saw the old Japanese soldier Fukada sitting on the ground at a glance. He was holding a light machine gun and wanted to give him a bunch of bullets.
But who knew that I heard the sound of an empty magazine? I looked around but couldn't find the magazine.
"Fuck!" Ding Wei cursed angrily, and immediately swung his machine gun and ran towards the position of the old Japanese soldier Fukada.
"Baga!" Cao Chang, a Japanese soldier next to old Japanese Fukada, stabbed Ding Wei with his bayonet.
Ding Wei didn't panic, he dodged the blow with a slight dodge, and then raised his machine gun and hit the Japanese leader Cao hard on the head.
"Crack" sound of broken bones.
The head of the Japanese leader Cao was chopped into pieces, and juice suddenly flew out.
Ding Wei kicked the devil Cao Chang to the ground, stepped on his body and rushed towards the old devil Fukada.
The old Japanese soldier Fukada did not dare to neglect, and immediately drew out his command sword to fight.
"Qiang!"
The gun body collided with the command knife, and sparks suddenly appeared.
Old Japanese Fukada only felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and the command knife flew to nowhere. Seeing the scratches from the tiger's mouth, he was suddenly shocked.
"Die!"
Ding Wei didn't give him any chance to fight back, he raised his machine gun and aimed at his head.