The mistake Yamashita made was that he underestimated the artillery of the Fourth Army Regiment, and even more underestimated the fighting will of the frontline infantry of the Fourth Army Regiment.
Originally, the artillery battalion was the sequence of launching the first wave of attacks before the general offensive of the Fourth Army Regiment. They got up early to prepare. When the Japanese army began to shell the front-line positions, they had basically finished breakfast as quickly as possible and were in the process of firing the artillery shells from the rear in full swing.
Transport it to the ammunition storage point near each gun emplacement.
It seemed that the Japanese army had taken a preemptive strike and started to fire crazily before their infantry entered the attack mode. Aren't the artillerymen furious?
Just take the expression of a certain artillery major on the artillery position whose face turned from red to purple in anger and slammed his helmet on the ground. You already know how humiliated the artillerymen of the Fourth Line Regiment felt.
In less than three minutes, the heavy mortar company and the mountain artillery company belonging to the artillery battalion of the Fourth Line Regiment entered emergency preparations. In the fourth minute, thick smoke was already emitting from the barrel of the first artillery piece.
The artillery of the Fourth Line Regiment began to enter attack mode.
However, their artillery shells did not hit the Japanese infantry hard, but hit the Japanese artillery position at least 3,300 meters away.
Of course, because the location of the Japanese artillery positions was first determined by the scouts' reports and then combined with the experience of the veteran artillerymen.
The Japanese artillerymen were not stupid. Not only did they increase the distance between each gun to 50 meters, they also took the initiative to make slight adjustments to the gun positions this morning, at least 600 meters farther back than yesterday.
Unfortunately, the Japanese army did not know that there was a pair of eyes staring at them from behind the telescope on the top of the mountain where the cliffs on their right wing were inaccessible to even the apes.
That was Ming Xin, with Shen Laoliu lying next to her.
This duo is the strongest mountain duo sent by the reconnaissance company.
The reason why it is said to be mountainous and not combat power is because this mountain is too steep. If you want to get around to the right wing where the Japanese army has not deployed much defense force, you must pass through this mountain range. The individual combat power is second to none.
, if you want to reach here, you must have climbing ability comparable to that of an ape.
Mingxin, who grew up in the mountains and possessed powerful martial arts, was the first choice, but his companions must also be strong enough. Gu Xishui went through the original list of 60 people several times, and finally selected a certain old man.
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Shen Laoliu may have a little lack of experience in the mountains, but he is a veteran among veterans. He has a strong psychological quality and good marksmanship, and he has experience in partnering with Ming Xin.
Therefore, this mountain duo, who had high hopes from the reconnaissance company, had already sneaked into the depths of the mountains the night before yesterday, climbed over the cliffs with the help of ropes and iron claws on their backs, and arduously moved closer to the direction of the Japanese army.
However, as of yesterday, the duo was still nearly 1,800 meters away from the main force of the Japanese army. When observing the location of the Japanese artillery positions, they only relied on the smoke seen from the mountain peaks, which would naturally be biased.
But Tang Dao believed in his soldiers. They would definitely climb over those seemingly impossible natural barriers, just like the 22 warriors of the Eightyth Army who flew to seize the bridge with only iron chains left.
Man can conquer nature, as long as he has firm enough faith!
Therefore, Tang Dao chose this dawn as the time for his general attack.
Sure enough, Mingxin and Shen Laoliu lived up to Tang Dao's trust and actually carried the heavy field radio to the top of this nearly 90-degree cliff, only 1,000 meters away from the Japanese artillery position in a straight line!
"Report to the Eagle's Nest, the cannonball deviation is 800 degrees, correct it 600 degrees to the right, and correct it 300 degrees forward!" Mingxin lay on a rock, stretched out his thumb and gestured in front of him.
I learned the distance measurement method from the old artilleryman, and kept reporting the data.
Without any tools, the enemy's coordinates can be determined visually and with the help of thumbs, and the artillery can be guided to correct the trajectory. This is a must-learn subject for the top soldiers of the reconnaissance company.
Mingxin was originally weak in this aspect, but his natural intelligence quickly made up for his shortcomings. In Tang Dao's words, Mingxin was the most suitable person he had ever seen to be a scout, including himself.
No one knows how highly Tang Dao thinks of Ming Xin, because Tang Dao from the future is not only the leader in the Chinese special forces world, but also ranks among the best in the world. He has also seen special forces from all over the world from five continents and four oceans.
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Those who are better than Ming Xin in marksmanship are like a crucian carp crossing a river. Even in the cold weapon fighting that Ming Xin is best at, Tang Dao has seen at least five people who are better than him.
For example, the Mao Xiong special forces who came out of the Siberian training camp not only possess the fighting skills of the fighting nation Systemma, but their ability to carry and hit is also staggering. A punch of Tang Dao can hit at least hundreds of kilograms.
It only caused short-term dizziness on one's face, and the opponent's leg swept over, and an iron stake with a thickness of five centimeters was kicked and bent. Faced with such a player who is strong in defense, high health, and thick attack, even at his peak
Tang Dao can only maintain a 50-50 winning rate.
But Tang Dao couldn't help but marvel at Ming Xin's super learning ability. If he was given time to study systematically, Tang Dao was even sure that Ming Xin would surpass him sooner or later.
The 22 artillery pieces of the artillery battalion were at least 600 meters away from the Japanese artillery position in the first ten minutes of the war. The Japanese army was shocked in front of them. However, after the test firing of the Chinese artillery, the coverage area was the result of an all-out artillery bombardment.
They still gave us a safe enough distance, and the Japanese artillerymen gradually became relieved.
In the original words of the center-left artillery battalion captain of the Japanese army: "The Chinese artillery is already very powerful. They actually used yesterday's artillery bombardment to estimate the general area where the imperial artillery positions are located. But they were too irrational and wasted a lot of artillery shells."
When it comes to uncertain attack targets, such ambitious behavior will sooner or later pay the price.
Compared with the "extravagant" Chinese artillery, the Japanese artillery is very pragmatic. They are also estimating the Chinese artillery position area, but after calculation, they reluctantly gave up this plan.
Because the artillery positions of the Fourth Line Regiment are different from theirs. They are not in such hilly areas, but hidden in the mountains. Although the mountain roads are rugged, the rolling hills also provide natural protection for the artillery. If they waste precious artillery shells,
In such an area where lack of certainty leads to a significant reduction in lethality, it is undoubtedly a crime for the brigade in trouble.
Therefore, the Japanese artillery targeted the Chinese infantry, using precious artillery shells to kill the infantry and reduce the pressure on their own infantry.
For example, this early morning, the Japanese artillery brigade, which was the first to attack, poured artillery fire on the Chinese front-line positions. At the same time, the infantry launched an attack on the most advanced trenches that the Chinese had dug for a day yesterday and were almost adjacent to the imperial infantry trenches.
Although they didn't know how the Chinese were about to launch an attack on their own defense line, the feeling of being almost too close made Japanese commanders, big and small, feel uncomfortable.
Especially when I think about the tactics that the Chinese might use to blast a large amount of explosives at close range, the Japanese army is all chilling!
Of course, the Second Mixed Brigade, as one of the few elite troops of the North China Front, would never be so stupid as to hide in trenches to avoid the artillery fire while the Chinese infantry would stupidly rush into the barrage, even if it was a desperate fight.
, that is not bravery, but stupidity, stupidly killing one's own infantry with artillery shells!
After several rounds of measurements, the raging barrage was coordinated by Yota Into's infantry and artillery, and was at least 100 meters away from the infantry charge formation.
This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous distance. Not to mention that the Japanese have never done this before, even the Western military powers have never brought infantry and artillery coordination to such a close distance.
But Yin Tengyouta had no choice. If he didn't do this, when the Chinese played tricks, his 3,500 infantrymen on three defense lines might suffer even more casualties.
Otherwise, Yamashita wouldn't have specifically told him before leaving last night that the safety of thousands of people in the brigade was in his hands. That was clearly telling him that if the rear wing fought hard, they might just die, but if they didn't fight hard, it would be
Let's all die together!
However, both Yamashita and his brigade chief of staff underestimated the tenacity of the frontline officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment. Even if they were caught off guard, there were still countless Chinese soldiers like young corporals swimming upstream amid artillery fire.
For example, on the battlefield opposite the Third Battalion, the Japanese infantrymen rushed over under artillery fire. There were at least two infantry squadrons and nearly 400 people. They held rifles and charged over fiercely on the smoke-filled battlefield. It was still very scary.
After all, the main force of the third battalion was still hiding from the ravages of artillery fire on the position being bombarded by the Japanese army, and less than one-tenth of them had the opportunity to rush to the frontline position.
Especially in the three most forward positions, not to mention being close to the Japanese army, they only had three infantry squads at most.
The distance of 100 meters can be reached in almost a few breaths. If the Japanese army were to rush into the trenches, it would be a bloody hand-to-hand encounter. Not to mention the consequences for the dozens of Chinese soldiers in the trenches, the main force in the rear positions wanted to counterattack.
Coming back will probably cost you a lot.
It is not that there were no light machine gunners who took the risk to mount the light machine guns in the trenches, intending to support their comrades in the front, but the power of the concentrated fire of 24 artillery pieces was really terrifying.
Just like Boss Cao, who was still huddled in the trench, felt that the whole earth seemed to be shaking, and it still felt precarious, let alone being exposed in the trench.
Boss Cao, who could hardly hear any sound, was quickly alarmed, not by the sound, but by the hot liquid splashing on his face.
That was the blood of a brave light machine gunner less than 10 meters away from him.
As soon as the light machine gunner mounted the machine gun, before he even had time to pull the trigger, his right arm was hit by a rock blown away by the shell. A cloud of blood mist exploded, covering the entire right arm from the elbow down.
He was shot away, leaving only a bare and broken arm.
The light machine gunner screamed loudly, but his other hand was still holding the precious light machine gun tightly. His right arm instinctively wanted to use his hand to pull the trigger, but the bare and half-broken arm could not allow him to complete this tactical action.
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"Ah! Ah! Give me a hemostatic bag, give me a hemostatic bag quickly!" The soldier, waving his half-broken arm, screamed in pain and roared to the rear with a ferocious face.
But he had no intention of dragging the light machine gun back into the trench.
Boss Cao, whose ears were constantly buzzing, was a little stunned. At this moment, he knew why hot blood would splash on his face despite such a long distance. It was caused by the soldiers waving their arms desperately.
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However, he didn't understand what this machine gunner wanted to do.
If this was the case, why wasn't he hiding? He was holding a machine gun in one hand, what else could he do?
He could no longer shoot, but he could use his actions to lead the soldiers who were still hiding.
Then, Boss Cao, who was still a little dazed, watched the two soldiers rush towards the machine gunner frantically.
While desperately pressing the hemostatic bag on his huge wound that could no longer be blocked, I tried my best to drag him down.
"I'm not going to survive. You guys, help me fight the Japs. If you don't shoot, the stupid little Japs are going to rush up." The young machine gunner leaned against the trench wall and roared at his two comrades with red eyes.
Boss Cao couldn't hear anything, but he could see the two soldiers nodding with tears in their eyes.
Then, one of the two soldiers stood up and raised the Czech light machine gun that was already stained with blood, and the other held the ammunition chain.
The clear "ta-ta-ta-ta" sound of the Czech light machine gun, which disabled its main shooter before even firing a shot, seemed so insignificant in the position where the Japanese aggressors' artillery fire was raging.
However, that represents the tenacity of Chinese soldiers.
On the battlefield, there were at least seven or eight light machine guns firing.
Shooters continued to fall down like the previous shooter, and were dragged down the trench wall by their comrades. Then, someone raised the muzzle again and shot at the "shit yellow" people who were faintly looking forward to in the smoke two hundred meters away.
Looking at the young face that was only ten meters away from him but extremely pale, Boss Cao was heartbroken. That was a face as young as his younger brother!
And that kind of burnt-yellow pallor was like the one he saw when his younger brother fell off a cliff while driving at night to deliver firewood to the city.
"Brother, it's my fault, the firewood is gone!" When the 18-year-old brother saw him climbing down the cliff with a rope to look for his elder brother, he uttered these last words with great regret and breathed out his last breath.
At that moment, Boss Cao saw his younger brother again in this young man. He didn't know where the courage came from, but this middle-aged man who just wanted to join the army to earn money to support his family actually crawled up to the machine gunner.
"Brother, do you want some soup? I'll scoop you a bowl of mutton soup!" Looking at the dying machine gunner, Boss Cao, who was in great pain, could only ask this sentence after choking for a while.
The machine gunner who was on his deathbed tried his best to open his eyelids and open his lips that were slightly dry due to heavy blood loss. Boss Cao couldn't hear what he said, but he automatically thought: I want to drink!
Yes, what the machine gunner said was: "What a good mutton soup, what a bastard devil, why didn't I even take a sip?"
"You wait, you wait, I'll get it for you!" Boss Cao took off the helmet given to him by the young corporal, bent down and ran to the soup bucket that miraculously had not fallen over.
The originally milky white broth had become a bit muddy after not knowing how much soil had flown into it, but Boss Cao didn't care so much. He used his helmet to shake off the floating ash on the surface of the soup, then scooped up half of the broth with his hands.
Holding tightly, he bent over again and returned.
The whole process never takes more than 30 seconds!
"Come on, brother, take a sip!" Boss Cao placed the helmet on the machine gunner's dry lips.
However, the lips that had completely lost their color never opened again.
The machine gunner's injuries were more than just his broken arm. A shrapnel penetrated his chest. Although the wound was not large, if you had a CT scan, you could clearly see that the aorta of his heart had been completely destroyed.
Cut off.
Being able to persevere until now is purely a reflection of the light supported by strong mental willpower!
"Brother, the soup is here, take a sip! Take a sip! Really, this mutton is very good!" Boss Cao, who had been there for a while, burst into tears.
The memory of losing his younger brother was intertwined with the pale face of the gunner who had lost his ventilator before his eyes, making this middle-aged cook soldier heartbroken.
But there is an inexplicable impulse growing crazily in my heart.
At that time, the younger brother who died had to sell firewood to rich people in exchange for money to treat his father's illness. Although he was hurt, he could not blame anyone, he could only blame God for being unfair.
But now, it was the Japanese, it was the Japanese who killed the young man in front of him.
If you want to avenge him, you have to kill the Japanese.
But 100 meters away where Boss Cao couldn't see, dozens of soldiers no longer cared about artillery fire. Including the young corporal who had talked to him before, everyone just crawled in front of the trench and fired desperately.
The bullet in the chamber of his own gun was ejected.
Life and death are no longer yours, they are all decided by fate!
They just want to work hard for their own survival.
Killing your opponent is the only way.
This is true for the Japanese who are running fast and the Chinese soldiers who are shooting desperately!
