As far as the eye could see, a huge gap was blown out of the city wall a hundred meters away.
The rammed earth, which was as strong as stone and had stood proudly despite hundreds of years of wind and rain, was extremely fragile in the face of the power of the 105 howitzer. The collapsed loess and blue bricks formed a huge gentle slope inside and outside the city wall!
The Japanese infantry might be able to attack the city on this gentle slope with bayonets in hand.
However, this was not the reason why his heart was clenching tightly.
The gap will become a breakthrough point for the Japanese army, and it may also become a sad point for the Japanese army. If there is no threat from artillery, the crossfire formed by various light and heavy machine guns installed inside Cangcheng can definitely turn the gap with extremely obvious targets into a Japanese grave.
field.
The autumn wind from the south of the Yangtze River blew over, further blowing away the gunpowder smoke. The two signal soldiers who came out looked around with dull eyes. The green tiles and white walls of the Jiangnan buildings in Cangcheng that once had a garden style were bombarded by terrible artillery fire. The small bridge was in a mess.
The houses in Liushui were no longer seen, leaving only groups of darkness and ruins.
The housing area outside Cangcheng was not much better. Many houses were reduced to rubble, and even more houses were set on fire with billowing black smoke.
In fact, the Japanese artillery fire did not stop completely. Instead, after wildly bombing Cangcheng and ravaging the residences outside the city wall, the artillery fire continued to extend forward, all the way to the inside of Songjiang City, and there were still groups of terrifying fireballs rising into the sky inside Songjiang City.
, the rumbling explosions were still deafening.
But these are not the reasons for the young deputy monitor to worry.
He remembered that more than 150 meters away from him was the observation post fortification of the 67th Army. They also sent three observation posts. When the six soldiers were assigned to their posts, they also met across a small river flowing inside the city.
, both sides know what the other is going to do.
As a result, six soldiers who originally belonged to two infantry corps and had never met each other saluted each other. It was not only a tribute to each other's bravery, but also a different kind of farewell.
No one knows if they can come back if they set foot on the city.
Now, the three observation posts of the 43rd Army are very lucky and lucky to survive.
But what about the comrades from the 67th Army who raised their right hands to each other? Why are they missing?
However, he didn't care about this for the time being and looked towards the direction of the Japanese position 500 meters away.
The vaguely yellow figures were moving, and it was obvious that they were making preparations for an attack.
Farther away, several black shadows were moving here with rumbling black smoke.
That's a Japanese tank.
Even before the artillery fire stopped, the Japanese army was about to start attacking. Their determination was much stronger than imagined.
"Go and inform the battalion commander and the others!" Without any time to hesitate, the young deputy squad leader yelled at his two soldiers who had not yet recovered from the heavy shelling.
He himself picked up the rifle and pointed into the distance "Bang! Bang! Bang!" and emptied the magazine full of five bullets in one breath.
It was shooting, but it was not an attack in the true sense. The main purpose of the young deputy squad leader was to use the sound of gunfire to warn his comrades in the bullet holes who could hear it, although he also knew that the same could be said in the rumbling sound of gunfire.
The comrades whose ears were buzzing were most likely unable to hear.
But this is his mission.
In line with the principle of not wasting bullets, his gun was pointed at the Japanese army in the distance that he could barely see clearly. What if! With luck, a blind cat can encounter a dead mouse, right?
After firing five bullets, the young deputy squad leader ran wildly along the city wall to the other wall, shouting loudly as he ran: "Brothers of the 67th Army, come out quickly, the Japanese are coming."
Although the location where the howitzer exploded was at the top of the city wall where the 3rd Company of the 43rd Army was responsible, it was actually at the corner of the wall and was closer to the observation post on the 67th Army's side.
If someone is not good enough, it is not impossible that he will be knocked unconscious in the fortification.
However, no one responded.
Until he rushed to the gap on the city wall belonging to the defense of the 67th Army, no one came out to respond to him.
First there was a look of misery on his face, and then he suddenly realized. He took out the cotton from his ears and continued to shout hopefully: "I almost forgot to plug my ears. Brothers from the 67th Army, come out...
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However, except for the crackling sound of burning wood and the distant rumble of cannons, no one responded at the top of the city.
The young deputy monitor's voice seemed to be swallowed up all at once.
The clear sight before him told him that no one could respond to him.
A fortification point built with sandbags and roof beams that could withstand infantry artillery collapsed not far from him.
Although the howitzer did not hit the fortification directly, they were too close after all. The huge shock wave actually caused such a strong fortification to collapse. It was covered with more than a thousand kilograms of sandbags. The fate of the soldiers hiding inside was terrible.
Just imagine.
A fortification farther away was directly turned into a charred and ruined place along with the wall stacks. It seemed that it should have been hit by a 75-caliber field gun from the front.
The main attack coordinate of the Japanese artillery was Cangcheng. At least now it seems that the concentrated fire of dozens of artillery was not in vain, and even a lot of the fortifications on the top of the city wall were destroyed.
The tears of the young deputy monitor fell down in a sudden burst, turning his face, which had been darkened by gunpowder smoke, into a big painted face.
He did not recognize the three Northeastern Army soldiers who saluted with him and turned to leave. In fact, because all of them had participated in the construction of fortifications as soon as they arrived, their heads and faces were covered with dust and sweat, making it difficult to see their facial features.
He didn't know whether the other person was the eldest brother or the younger brother. The only way he could tell his identity was that the other person was blue, they were black, and their common enemy was shit yellow.
But here, whether it is the Northeast Army or the Sichuan Army, their number 750 is Paoze. Just as his death-fearing Battalion Commander Liu said at the noon oath-taking meeting of all garrison troops stationed in Cangcheng: "You are a son of a bitch."
, this time Lao Liu’s mother-in-law is really going to take the baby and remarry! Brothers present, I don’t care if you are from the 67th Army or our 43rd Army, as long as there is anyone who can leave this place alive, remember to help me and give it to my mother-in-law.
Send a message saying that I am sorry for her and the baby.
If I receive the pension, half of it will be given to her as a gift for her remarriage, and the other half will be sent to her to help me send it back to my hometown. As a son, you have to support the old man no matter what. That's it."
The young deputy squad leader saw that most of the blue and black people present at the time had red eyes, but when they sat together and looked at each other, their eyes were not only firm but also recognized.
They are the 67th Army transferred from the North China battlefield, the 43rd Army who returned from the Battle of Dachang Town, and the Songjiang Army stationed together in Cangcheng. They can rely on each other to bring back the comrades and lords entrusted to each other.
They are one.
But now, it's gone.
A few minutes later, when a major of the Northeast Army led the soldiers towards the city, he saw a young Sichuan army digging frantically in the rubble on the city, trying to dig out his unknown name, Pao Ze.
, both hands are already dripping with blood.
My heart suddenly felt miserable.
Everyone knows that once buried in a fortification, the possibility of coming out alive is almost zero, not to mention several other fortifications destroyed by artillery fire.
However, even though they knew that this Sichuan soldier was doing useless work, the Northeastern troops who rushed forward were all extremely grateful. Perhaps it was because of his efforts that he gave his brothers a glimmer of hope.
This scene may forever be engraved in the hearts of the Northeast Army soldiers who survived the extremely cruel Battle of Cangcheng.
The Cangcheng garrison no longer distinguishes between each other, but is truly one.
