"Hey, open the artillery legs quickly. The troops are under fire from the enemy and need fire support!"
The little devil who was responsible for conveying the order did not dare to stop for a moment and quickly ran to the street.
The Japanese artillerymen who were waiting for combat orders here knew that their commander was being beaten inside. They did not dare to show any signs of neglect and immediately pushed the artillery forward.
Seeing the artillerymen pushing the artillery forward, the little devil suddenly slapped his head and ran towards another artillery position.
Our own side is being beaten, and the other troops don't know what's going on. If they don't have time to urgently call for artillery support, won't they be doomed?
The soldiers responsible for guarding the streets did not immediately launch an attack.
The current location is an intersection into the street, and the security mission is greater than combat.
They quickly conveyed the news of the Japanese artillery support upwards, preparing to place these artillery pieces deeper and then deal with them.
In this way, the Japanese outside will not know that something is wrong with the artillery, once it is blocked inside.
These Japanese soldiers are like caged birds, unable to fly without wings.
Unfortunately, before the soldiers could take the initiative to attack, these little devils had their own problems.
Because this artillery is too heavy and heavy, it can only be pushed by manpower alone. The Japanese soldiers behind are pushing hard, and the Japanese soldiers in front are also pushing hard.
"Baga, these Chinese artillery pieces are too heavy!"
"Don't care if they're heavy or not, push harder!"
"Kuroda-kun, please use some strength and don't be too slippery from behind!"
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Several artillerymen pushing the artillery were noisy, complaining to each other as they pushed...
It's just that you don't use your strength, you can't use your strength in this position, it's all my effort, and so on.
"There is a gentle slope in front. Let's all work together to push the artillery up. Kuroda-kun, you go to the front and pull it, and we push it from behind!"
A Japanese corps commander gave the order, and as soon as the Japanese veteran opened his mouth, these Japanese superior soldiers immediately became more obedient.
The Japanese ammunition handlers who were originally pushing the ammunition cart and preparing to watch the excitement also calmed down, took a deep breath, and prepared to push it across the gentle slope at one go.
The Japs named Kuroda immediately ran to the front, pulling on the traction rope and blushing.
It's no wonder, this artillery weighs hundreds of kilograms, and it would be too difficult for just a few Japs to push it past.
The gentle slope in front of them was the collapsed building nearby, blocking the road firmly, and a large wall collapsed into the shape of a roof.
The Japanese soldiers took a deep breath and finally pushed the artillery up.
But it got stuck on a gentle slope, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't push the artillery up any further.
"Hey, Yamada-kun, pull harder, you idiot, hurry up and push harder!" Several Japanese soldiers in the back, whose faces turned the color of pig liver, roared in a low voice.
"Hey, who are you talking about who didn't work hard!"
Hearing this, the Japanese soldier named Kuroda suddenly became unhappy. He loosened the rope in his hand and turned around to argue with the person behind him.
With just this one action, something big happened.
Without the strength of the front, the Japanese soldiers behind could no longer bear the weight of the artillery.
The gun slides directly back, and the entire gun body tilts.
The few Japanese soldiers behind suddenly let out an exclamation. One of the Japanese soldiers suddenly ducked down and tried to block it with his own strength.
This is naturally in vain.
Hundreds of kilograms of artillery hit him hard. The power can be imagined, and the little devil was directly crushed into a pulp.
"boom!"
The artillery hit the ground hard.
"Crack!"
The sound of a broken bone suddenly sounded.
One of the Japanese artillerymen who couldn't dodge had his calf crushed and was sitting on the ground, covering his wound and howling at the top of his lungs.
Looking at his deformed thigh and the blood that was constantly flowing out, this leg must have been scrapped.
The little devil named Yamada stood on the gentle slope, looking at his dead companion and his injured companion. He didn't react for a while.
"Baga, Yamada, you idiot, what did you just do!" The Japanese team leader took two steps forward and slapped Yamada hard several times.
If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, he would have been crushed to the ground by the cannon.
The sudden change completely confused these Japanese soldiers. They never thought that such an accident would happen.
We didn’t even know what the enemy looked like, so one of them died and the other suffered casualties while transporting the artillery.
When the soldiers who were lying in ambush around saw this scene, their hearts were filled with joy and they were holding back their laughter.
These devils are so stupid. They already have artillery. Why not just blow up this gentle slope with one shot? Why waste time pushing it?
"Yamada-kun, why are you still standing there? Hurry down and help, pull up the artillery first!" the Japanese corps leader said angrily.
From the moment they started attacking Rencheng, everything did not go smoothly.
"Hai!"
Yamada hurriedly paused, glanced at his companion whose head was smashed with lingering fear, and hurriedly walked to the cannon.
The Japanese artillerymen were immediately busy and busy.
The rest of the Japanese artillerymen did not have such an easy life either. Either they encountered a huge ammunition pit on the road, or there were pillars blocking their way.
Or they wanted to change the route, but ended up being unable to pass smoothly because the cannon was too big.
They had enjoyed the bombing of Rencheng before, but now they began to regret it, because the rubble of the buildings had become a stumbling block blocking their progress.
But soon, someone helped them solve their current trouble.
If you can't take it with you, then don't take it with you.
These Japanese artillerymen are already deep inside, and it's time to take action.
The Japanese artillerymen who were thinking about how to transport the artillery to the designated location suddenly heard a burst of rapid gunfire.
Their reaction was also very fast. They immediately picked up their rifles, hid behind the gun body, and launched a counterattack in the direction of the gunfire.
Artillery is made of steel, so it is naturally suitable for use as bullets, but they ignored one fact.
The attackers came from both sides, and the overwhelming bullets instantly formed a blind-angle firepower, splashing on this group of Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese artillerymen on the street were also in a state of indifference. They could hit the front but not the back.
This place had already been bombed, and there was basically no place on the street that could be used as a bunker. The Japanese artillerymen fell down one after another.
The Japanese artillery was bombed in the back, and the Japanese soldiers who had gone deep into the alley were being beaten inside. Because their forces were too scattered, they were unable to organize any beneficial counterattack.
There was no bunker, no vertical and horizontal positions, and when faced with the elusive soldiers, they were beaten without any backhand strength.
The devils on the streets would suddenly shoot out bullets from nowhere.
They were like herds of sheep, being driven to one place by firepower from commanding heights, and then the firepower would follow.
After leaving a pile of corpses behind, the cycle starts over again.
However, this tactic of chasing ducks inadvertently caused some Japanese soldiers who were running around to gather together.
But this can't change that when they are about to be defeated, it's just that when they die, there will be more people and more partners who can go to hell together.
Even if there were Japanese soldiers, it would be difficult to use grenades and mortars to knock down the firepower from the commanding heights.
There is no problem with their accuracy, but the artillery shells cannot destroy the fortifications. The commanding heights have been reinforced and can be effectively protected.
And they didn't have much chance to counterattack. Although they had cover, they couldn't attract firepower for a long time.
More and more Japanese soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
Although the Japs were good at various tactics, street fighting was not one of them. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even some Japanese officers had never fought such a frustrating battle.
But they knew very well that they needed to set up a defense line as soon as possible and then wait for subsequent artillery support.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is very ugly.
The artillery for follow-up support has been completely cut off from them, and they have little depth and basically no room for movement.
The uneven streets were like a sharp scalpel, performing a surgical operation on these little devils.
Even though they knew very well that if they wanted to counterattack, they must occupy favorable terrain, such as nearby ruins, but the ferocious firepower blocked their path.
Yuta Ogawa shouted at the top of his lungs to Akiko Hase next to him: "Mr. Hase, we must launch an attack and occupy a favorable position, otherwise all of us will die here!"
You're not talking nonsense, don't I know?
Akiko Hase looked like she was looking at a fool. If we could do it, would we still need to be beaten here?
"Hase-kun, look, there seems to be no enemy troops on the left and right sides of the cross street in front of us. We can occupy that area and wait for the artillery to come for support!" Ogawa Yuta pointed to the street in front and said sternly.
Looking in the direction of Ogawa Yuta's finger, Hase Akiko quickly checked the streets on both sides and found that this was indeed the case.
Those light and heavy machine guns in front of me are so disgusting. If they stay here all the time, the entire offensive force will have to be here sooner or later.
"Xinxi, Ogawa-kun, the two of us work together, alternately cover the left and right and charge!" Hase Akiko pulled out the command knife and shouted sternly.
As he said that, he pointed out some soldiers and waved his sword forward and to the right: "Throw it to death, throw it to death!"
Ding Ding Dangdang ...
A few stray bullets hit Hase Akiko's command knife, and Hase Akiko immediately shrank her head down in fright.
There was a clanging sound.
The blade could not withstand the impact of the bullet and broke into two pieces on the spot.
Akiko Hase looked at the command sword with only half of it left in her hand, and her nose almost became angry.
"Baga, Baga Yalu, these damn guys!"
This saber was given to him personally by his captain. Akiko Hase usually treated it like a treasure, but she didn't expect it to be broken like this.
When he looked back, he realized that he had been shouting for a long time, but the soldiers behind him did not rush forward at all, but stayed where they were.
Suddenly, he realized a more serious problem.
Why hasn't the supporting artillery arrived after so long?
"You, go back immediately to see what those artillerymen are doing!" Akiko Hase shouted at a soldier next to her.
"What if the artillery is not found?" the soldier suddenly asked.
"No..." Akiko Hase gritted her teeth and said harshly: "If you don't find it, go to the captain immediately and ask them for combat guidance!"
When the Japanese soldier heard this, he immediately let out a sigh of relief, pressed his hat, risked his waist, and ran quickly towards the back.
The Japanese artillery unit?
No, this should be said to be Ding Wei's artillery unit.
These lone Japanese artillerymen would fall to the ground before they could survive the second round of fire.
After getting rid of the Japanese artillery in each street, several soldiers immediately jumped down from the houses and ruins on both sides and touched up the fallen Japanese corpses.
Unexpectedly, there were actually a few Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead. They just got up and ran for a few steps.
Two gunshots rang out behind them, and then they were shot in the back and collapsed to the ground.
"Okay, don't be happy anymore, push these artillery pieces away quickly, haha, the little devil can leave us a big gift this time!"
The soldiers immediately got busy and began to transport artillery through some inconspicuous alleys. No one was more familiar with the roads of Rencheng than them.
outside the city.
With the help of Zuo Jian Qiao Yi and Gong Fu, they led their troops to press forward. The troops arrived at a place only two kilometers away from Rencheng.
The two old devils stood on a high point, listening to the fierce gunshots coming from the city, and their expressions became a little unkind at the same time.
This mission to attack Rencheng seems to be more troublesome than imagined?
"Sakuma-kun, what's going on? Why hasn't the firepower of those Chinese soldiers weakened at all?" Yusuke Miyazuke asked with a dark face.
He doubted that these four squadrons would still be included this time.
If it weren't for the fact that the number of artillery used in the artillery position had been reported, he would have even begun to wonder whether the fire just fired was a firecracker.
Zuo Jian Qiao Yi pursed her lips tightly and stared intently at the situation in Ren City.
The complexity within Ren City has far exceeded his expectations.
He took it for granted that after this bombardment, the defenders in the city would collapse and cooperate with the four artillery pieces.
This is simply a battle that cannot be lost.
The enemy didn't even have artillery except for those dilapidated houses, so why should they fight the imperial army?
However, another large force was added, but no battle reports came back. Qiao Yi began to wonder whether this time it would still end in failure.
When this idea came into his mind, he immediately felt very ridiculous.
This is more than a thousand imperial troops, and they can withstand the attack of three or four enemy regiments, or even a brigade, from the front.
"Sakuma-kun, are you worried about the imperial army?" Yusuke Miyazuke asked.
Qiao Yi didn't want to speak and nodded.
"I think you are overly worried about this matter." Yusuke Miyazuke said with a smile: "Even if they blocked the footsteps of the imperial army, it was just a struggle before death."
The premise is that there won't be any big problems. Qiao Yi did not refute this, but added quietly in his heart.
"Sakuma-kun, you are really worrying too much." Seeing that Sakuma Qiao Yi did not speak, Gong Xie comforted him: "Whether it is military strength or firepower, the advantage lies with us."
After a pause, he continued: "So, this victory belongs to us, and I believe we will be able to rest in the city soon."
After saying that, he asked with a relaxed look: "Sakuma-kun, have you sent a message to General Mikami asking where he is now?"
Just as Qiao Yi was about to answer, he saw a gray-faced soldier rolling and crawling towards the camp.
Gong Xingzhu and Zuo Jian Qiao Yi's hearts suddenly thumped. After looking at each other, they immediately ran away.
This guy is the soldier sent out by Hase Akiko to check the situation.
Obvious.
He had discovered that his own artillery had been ambushed and immediately ran back to ask for support.