If his memory is correct, Isushiro Kawashima knew that there was only a 15-man team protecting Major Sano.
Damn it, the Chinese dared to sneak out of their positions and conduct a sneak attack on the brigade headquarters!
If they succeeded in killing Major Sano in a sneak attack, then the battle would be a failure for the entire infantry brigade regardless of whether they conquered the Chinese high ground. Lieutenant Kawashima Ishirō thought about this and his whole body was cold at that moment.
"Everyone comes back to support the brigade!" Kawashima Ishiro's heart-rending roar echoed throughout the battlefield.
Under the leadership of this Japanese lieutenant, many Japanese soldiers stood up and ran back despite the bullets flying overhead. In order to increase their speed, many Japanese infantrymen even rolled their bodies on the hillside.
"Want to run away? It's that easy!" Boss Cao's single eye was full of sarcasm, and he took the walkie-talkie: "Platoon Commander Feng, launch a covering saturation artillery bombardment from 100 to 300 meters ahead of our No. 13 Highland!"
"No problem, but Deputy Platoon Commander Cao, the amount of artillery shells is limited. I can only provide you with 36 rounds of artillery shells for Hill 13!" The platoon leader, whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, held the walkie-talkie seriously.
replied.
"That's enough. As long as we drag these little devils on the battlefield for a few minutes, we have plenty of ways to kill them!" Boss Cao, who asked for heavy fire support from the heavy force platoon for the first time, was already very satisfied with the fire support of 36 rounds of artillery shells.
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After all, there are 15 highlands in the whole camp!
In addition to the four 150 mortars of the heavy mortar platoon participating in the shelling of the frontier of Highland 13, the three mortars owned by Highland 13 also joined in. In addition, Battalion Commander Li Da, who had been paying close attention to this area, also waved his hand.
, ordered the battalion's artillery company to pull out one of the three 80mm mortars to cover the frontier of Highland 13 with firepower.
A total of 8 artillery pieces blasted the entire small hillside into smoke and shrapnel flying everywhere. If you bury your face in the soil, you may be torn into pieces by the air waves and shrapnel, let alone dare to move on the position.
That is to say, the front of the position was swept by the Type 41 mountain artillery, leaving dozens of craters of various sizes, which could barely provide shelter for the Japanese infantry. Otherwise, there would be nothing to delay. There were more than 150 rounds of artillery shells, large and small.
If they were smashed down like this, 80% of the more than 100 Japanese troops would be dead.
Even so, in this more than 5 minutes of shelling, there were more than 40 Japanese casualties. The acting squadron leader Lieutenant Kawashima Ishirō, who led nearly three infantry squads, directly became a high-end version of the infantry squad leader.
Kawashima Ishiro, who was curled up in the crater like a shrimp with his head in his hands, had desolate eyes. This was not only because he knew that the defeat of this battle was certain.
Rather, this Chinese army, which he had never encountered on the battlefield, was too terrifying.
Such fierce artillery fire from the Chinese had never appeared before. If this kind of artillery fire were used during a large-scale infantry charge, not to mention 300 people, even 1,000 people would be torn into pieces.
But the Chinese just didn't use it, and waited until their last reserve team went on the battlefield before taking it out.
The terrifying heavy firepower can only represent well-equipped equipment. The most terrifying thing about this Chinese army is their mentality.
By this time, the Chinese's tactical intentions had already appeared on paper. They were very determined. Not only did they want to kill the imperial officers and soldiers, but they also wanted to kill their own commanders.
But obviously, so far, they are about to complete their tactical intentions.
Lieutenant Kawashima, who had figured it all out, could not hear any other sounds due to the continuous exploding artillery fire. He was relying on a one-meter-deep bomb crater to avoid the turbulent air waves, and he could not see the situation at the group headquarters hundreds of meters away.
The only thing he could do was to pray, praying to God Amaterasu to bless the Major to escape smoothly from this stunning attack.
The Japanese army lieutenant was not the only one to figure this out.
When a gunshot rang out, the personal guard beside him fell down like a piece of wood. The Japanese army major who was thrown down by the guard in the temporary field fortification finally learned the Chinese tactics-decapitation battle!
However, he didn't have as much time as Lieutenant Kawashima to think about how powerful the enemy was. He had to fight for his own survival.
The Japanese Army Major, who had not touched a rifle for more than a year and was only used to the Southern Fourteenth pistol, took the gun of the dead guard and joined the infantry squad that was protecting him to block the Chinese elite sneaking here.
As long as we persist for ten minutes, no, maybe five minutes, the frontline infantry will return, and they will be able to surround and kill these daring Chinese, leaving them with nothing to lose.
"Boom!" But soon, as a grenade exploded the Type 96 machine gun and the shooter who had just fired two rounds of bullets into parts all over the ground with extremely accurate results, the Japanese Army Major was completely desperate.
Not only are all the damn Chinese equipped with submachine guns with an astonishing rate of fire, the rain of bullets suppresses the imperial infantry who only hold 38 rifles so hard that they dare not even risk their heads. There are actually some who can shoot accurately from 200 meters away.
Small grenade launcher.
Judging from the smoke caused by the explosion, that thing was much more powerful than the Imperial grenade.
It must be said that Sano Yoshizou is very knowledgeable. The direct-aimed rifle grenades imported from the United States are all produced by the Taihang Arsenal. The charges are all replaced by cyclone explosives. Although the charge is only 30 grams, because it frees up space,
Filled with murderous steel balls, the explosive power is two or three times that of ordinary yellow gunpowder.
Temporary field fortifications simply cannot withstand the continuous bombardment of direct-aimed grenades. This is one of the reasons why Boss Cao has the confidence to use a team of 10 people to play decapitation.
In the face of the continuous rain of bullets, the Japanese infantry's proud shooting skills are simply a joke. If you can't even lift your head, how can you practice precision shooting? Hold the head?
The harm caused by a weak counterattack is that the opponent is constantly approaching. When the opponent enters the bomb-dropping area of 40 to 50 meters, it is really doomed.
This is something that every Japanese soldier with rich battlefield experience understands. However, every comrade who dared to show his head and fight back bravely was either beaten to a pulp by several submachine gun fires, or was struck by the terrifying direct aim.
The grenade thrower and the sandbag fortifications were blown to pieces. Who would dare to do such a stupid thing?
Chronic poisons can cause death, but as opposed to getting a boxed lunch immediately, anyone with some sense will choose the former without hesitation.
Including Major Yoshizo Sano, who kept shouting for soldiers to shoot him but hid behind the fortifications, had the same idea.
Therefore, the remaining nine Japanese soldiers finally met their finale three minutes later.
Three consecutive rounds of grenades were thrown from forty to fifty meters away, directly blowing up the weakly defended brigade into a mess.
After Adong led 6 soldiers into the area and killed the last resisting Japanese soldier, they finally found the body of Yoshi Sano, who was wearing a woolen coat and had intestinal bleeding hidden behind a sandbag fortification.
Yoshizo Sano did not commit suicide by caesarean section in despair. The Japanese method of killing him by stabbing his belly with a knife would basically take an hour before he died. It is far from the ancient Chinese who simply cut off the carotid artery with a knife and died in a few minutes.
die.
Yoshizo Sano was killed by a grenade!
Several shrapnel tore open his belly and severed his arteries. With no one rescuing him to stop the bleeding, the Japanese Army major fell into a deep coma in less than a minute.
Because of the need for a quick victory, the 10-man team with full firepower had no intention of taking prisoners mercilessly. When no one could prove the authenticity of the guy in the yellow woolen coat, A Dong, a bastard, could only use
The most traditional method in China is to pick up the command knife hanging on the body, place the body like a fish on a chopping board, chop off the head with three strokes, five by two, and tie the belt through the mandible to the waist.
Isn’t the evidence just preserved?
Really, when Li Jijin saw this guy with his head tied around his waist, he was confused. What age are you in? Why are you still doing what the old Qin family did?
But don't tell me, after killing Yoshizo Sano's group of Japanese troops, a Japanese army deployed on both wings by the Japanese Army Major just returned and had an encounter with 10 Chinese soldiers in the mountains and forests.
Because the number of Japanese troops was close to 30, under a burst of gunfire, one submachine gunner was unfortunately shot in the chest and died on the spot.
Adong, who had been promoted to corporal, had red eyes at that moment. This sturdy but agile mountain boy rushed out with a submachine gun under the cover of two rifle grenades.
At that time, the distance between the two sides was never more than 150 meters. At first, the Japanese army did not see clearly what was hanging on the waist of the Chinese who was tumbling and jumping like a monkey all the way, and thought it was a large grenade.
When the distance between the two sides narrowed to 80 meters, several sharp-eyed Japanese soldiers discovered what was hanging on this guy's waist. It turned out to be a human head. The neck that had been severed by a sharp weapon was still bleeding. When they looked carefully,
That burnt-yellow face with big gray eyes could be that person if it wasn't Major Sano.
chinese barbarian
When the Japanese soldiers saw all this, their mentality exploded on the spot.
Not to mention how cruel Adong's behavior was, the key point is that one of the things that the Japanese feared most on the Chinese battlefield was to be beheaded. In the customs of the islanders, this means that the soul cannot return to its hometown.
Of course, the more important thing is that they came to save His Excellency Major Sano. Now that His Excellency Major Sano's head has become a trophy for the Chinese, is it worth it for them to face such a ferocious barbarian again?
With this thought, the fighting spirit naturally dropped!
But here, Adong was furious. Seeing that he could not kill the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the rocks several times, Adong simply called his deputy platoon leader with a walkie-talkie, reported the coordinates, and requested mortar support.
At this time, the artillery fire at the front of the covering position requested by Boss Cao had already stopped. After hearing Adong's request, he immediately ordered the three mortars on Highland 13 to carry out shelling according to the coordinates reported by Adong.
This may be the first time that an individual soldier of the Four Lines Regiment called for artillery support at the squad and platoon level through a walkie-talkie in the field, but it was extremely successful.
The 20 or so Japanese soldiers who were hiding in the forest and shooting at 9 Chinese soldiers never dreamed that the Chinese would be so arrogant. A few scumbags could actually receive artillery support, and it was extremely fast.
Perhaps the only thing lacking is precision.
Although during normal training, the Fourth Army Regiment emphasized that all officers at the squad and platoon level must know the artillery positioning coordinates in order to seek fire support from the artillery more quickly and accurately, but some ordinary soldiers did not practice it.
strict requirements.
Tang Dao also knew that haste leads to waste. For these guys who had just put down their hoes for a few years, it was difficult to write a letter to their families. It was indeed too difficult for them to learn how to measure the distance and direction of the gun after hard training.
These things can only be done slowly. Between saving one's life and studying and progressing, anyone with any sense will know what choice they will make.
For example, A Dong watched helplessly as a series of three artillery shells hit an area less than 20 meters away from him. A slight deviation sent him away. He didn't even bother to curse and shouted directly on the walkie-talkie: "
It's off, it's off, the impact point is 70 meters further to the west!"
After shouting, A Dong and the sergeant gunner on the other end of the walkie-talkie wiped away cold sweat at the same time.
The gunners were so stupid that they exploded because of the bastard yelling over the walkie-talkie. They dared to ask for mortar support without even being able to accurately report the coordinates. They almost sent their comrades to the sky with their own hands.
Adong, on the other hand, was naturally frightened and regretful. If he had listened to Deputy Platoon Leader Cao and practiced some of the positioning coordinate techniques taught by the mortar operator, he would not have done such a stupid thing that almost killed him.
Son.
I made up my mind that after this battle is over, I will study hard and make progress every day.
You see, this is the choice of smart people. No matter how difficult it is to learn, is it possible that life is still important? No wonder it is said that Tang Tuanzuo even jumped into the cesspool in order to survive.
Of course, at the post-war summary meeting, Adong, who had already won second-class military merit, was used as a model by Tang Tuanzuo because of this example of a single soldier calling for artillery support, but it was just a negative example.
If it weren't for the golden second-class military merit medal hanging on his chest, A Dong would have been embarrassed to see acquaintances in those days.
Fortunately, there is an instant communication tool called a walkie-talkie. After three consecutive rounds of test firing, the shell finally landed where it should.
After several rounds of continuous artillery fire, the remaining Japanese troops lost all will to fight. They were still covered by artillery. Why should they fight here? How long would they wait if they didn't run away now?
When the 39th Division fled for the first time, it did not appear on Highland 13, where the fighting was fiercest. Instead, it appeared in the mountains and forests where both sides invested the least troops.
But these dozen Japanese soldiers were also the lucky ones among the nearly 500 Japanese soldiers in front of Hill 13. It was precisely because of their cowardice that, at least here, they did not die.
And those brave men, especially those who rushed into the front-line trenches more than ten minutes ago, also ushered in their end after their major captain died.
"Grenade! 3 rounds, throw!" Under Boss Cao's order, 15 soldiers who were still in the second-line trench stood in the trench and threw grenades diagonally downward into the first-line trench.
The 40-meter distance between the two trenches was measured on the spot before the war. It was not an arbitrary distance, but a distance where it was difficult to throw a grenade from bottom to top, but very easy from top to bottom.
Moreover, before the war, under the leadership of Boss Cao, everyone actually practiced with training bombs of the same weight, and the accuracy was still 70 to 80%.
In three rounds, 45 grenades were thrown, and at least 30 of them fell into the trenches. Smoke billowed from the trenches.
The Japanese soldiers howled in agony!
Of course, there are also bullet-proof trenches less than half a meter deep in the front-line trenches. When grenades are thrown, soldiers can jump into the bullet-proof trench to save their lives. If they are agile enough, they can probably survive under such a density of grenade attacks.
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But since Boss Cao dared to give up this trench to the Japanese, how could he not have the means to deal with them?
"Incendiary bombs! 3 rounds! Throw!" Following Boss Cao's order, the soldiers lit the twisters on the glass bottles in their hands.
He stood up straight and struck hard towards the trench line below.
Hand grenades were not only an appetizer for the Japanese, but also suppressed them from hiding and shooting at the second-line trenches. This allowed the Chinese officers and soldiers in the second-line trenches to confidently and boldly throw the terrifying Molotov cocktails into the trenches.
The reason why even fierce men like Boss Cao find it scary is that they have all seen with their own eyes the power of the explosion of this glass bottle containing turbid yellow-brown liquid.
A large stone as tall as a person was smashed onto such a guy, and no matter whether it was poured with water or beaten with branches, the fire did not decrease. The guys worked hard for 3 minutes, and the whole stone burned for a full 3 minutes, until the fuel was completely exhausted.
Just after it was extinguished, when I looked again, I saw that the granite that had not even left many traces of the bullet had been burned and cracked.
You said if this splashed on someone, it wouldn't burn all the bones!
Therefore, the infantrymen of the Fourth Line Regiment would rather deal with explosives and bombs than easily touch this kind of Molotov cocktail, which is said to have been developed by the regimental commander himself.
However, the Japanese are all huddled in such trenches. Throwing dozens of Molotov cocktails at them like this is the best choice. Even if they don't burn to death, they will still choke to death. I don't know what stuff is added there, which will give off a pungent order.
The stench was so bad that people couldn't breathe. It was even worse when the clothes were put on the nose. Even breathing felt difficult.
Tang Dao quoted the concept of future thermobaric bombs, using violent combustion to consume a large amount of oxygen. The pungent smell it emits is a small amount of ammonia, which can not only support combustion but also burn the skin, eyes, and mucous membranes of respiratory organs. People who inhale it
Too much can cause lung swelling and even death.
Of course, if you want to get this treatment, you must first avoid the death sparks flying everywhere.
Obviously, in a semi-enclosed space like a trench, not many Japanese infantry can receive this treatment.
Five minutes later, when Boss Cao led his men into the trench, the familiar smell of meat hit his nostrils and almost knocked him out.
