However, when he rushed out of the ground and before he could find the position of his infantry company, he was stopped by an officer: "Come on, soldier, help me carry the artillery shells."
Although the officer's face was smeared with smoke and sweat, the young deputy squad leader still recognized him at a glance.
The burly soldier in front of me, with an ammunition box on his shoulder and another on his right arm. The total weight must be more than thirty kilograms. His chest was heaving violently with his buckle open. He was actually the one who presided over the Cangcheng meeting before the battle began.
Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, the supreme commander of the army swearing-in ceremony.
Not only was his height conspicuous, but his brief opening remarks were also deeply remembered by the young deputy squad leader.
"Brothers from the Northeast Army and Sichuan Army, please forgive Tang Dao for bringing you into this desperate situation. I know that everyone is raised by their parents. Our parents are eagerly waiting for us to go home at home. Coming to Cangcheng means letting you go.
My parents were disappointed;
But I know better that the Japanese are here and if we go back, what our parents will have to face is the bloody Japanese bayonets. Brothers, tell me, should we go back or not?"
After a moment of silence, the young commander was answered by the company commanders waving their arms and roaring loudly: "No reply!"
The young deputy squad leader remembered that he also roared with all his strength and waved his arms high.
There is really no way to go back. As long as we can stop the Japs, after he dies, his parents will still have his younger siblings to take care of him. But if the Japs are let in and he goes to Sichuan, it will be all over.
Not all soldiers died in the battle in Songhu. The burning smell from the burning rubble would not dissipate for months, reminding the soldiers how cruel the war was.
Civilians are like lambs to be slaughtered in the face of war.
"If you don't come back and want to live, you can only fight to the death. The Japanese are nothing to be afraid of. They also have two arms and two legs, which are quite short. I was in Sihang Warehouse with my brothers a week ago.
Surrounded by an infantry regiment, they were all killed and turned upside down. The Japanese died, but I am still alive." Tang Dao patted his chest and used his own personal experience to inspire the soldiers in Cangcheng.
The power of role models is infinite.
By this moment, the soldiers' emotions were obviously more intense.
The soldiers who followed the tall and burly Tang Dao and shouted the slogan "fight to the death" saw a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.
Because, they remembered that the man in front of them was no ordinary army lieutenant colonel. He was the commander of the Four Lines Battalion, a soldier who had come out of a real death scene alive.
He was able to fight his way out of the dead end with more than a hundred brothers and escape. This time, it may not be impossible.
If you can't retreat and don't want to die, then you can only follow this commander who has created miracles.
The young deputy squad leader was extremely impressed by the supreme commander who was only a few years older than him.
“Yes, sir!” The young deputy squad leader quickly put the gun behind his back, took a heavy ammunition box from his arm, and followed him towards a city wall position.
There was no time to tell whether it was in the east or south of the city. As soon as Tang Dao, who was carrying the ammunition box, arrived at the position, he dropped the ammunition box. Before he had time to say goodbye to the supreme commander, the young deputy squad leader carried a gun and walked into a more forward position.
Hiding behind a single soldier's position, he fired at the Japanese infantry advancing toward the position only 150 meters away, pulled the bolt, and fired again.
Even if the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese 89 tank rotated the turret, a "bomb" shot sent a heavy machine gun fire point 15 meters away from him into the sky, and a piece of shrapnel flew over and scratched his cheek.
There was a big hole, and blood trickled down. His shooting hand didn't even shake. He still stared straight ahead at the Japanese invaders who were approaching among the ruins. He took aim and fired.
Until the figure of the Japanese soldier he had been staring at collapsed after he fired ten shots in a row, the young deputy squad leader turned over and fell behind the sandbag fortification, gasping for air and loaded the magazine of his rifle again.
The old squad leader is right. The more you are afraid of death on the battlefield, the faster you will die. When you are not afraid of death, you will die much slower.
After killing a Japanese soldier, he actually felt much calmer.
Whether he dies or not, at least here, he has killed a Japanese soldier first. According to the current popular saying in the army, he has evened his losses, at least he will not lose money.
The gunshots around him were intensive, proving that his comrades were fighting back bravely and fearlessly like him.
However, the Japanese infantry advanced very resolutely. The grenades constantly being thrown from grenade tubes hundreds of meters away were terrifying. Not to mention the heavy machine guns, even the light machine guns had to move quickly once they hit the shuttle, otherwise they would be hit by more than two grenade tubes.
Keep an eye on it.
Fortunately, the smoke from the infantry artillery and grenades provided some concealment for the position here. During the 20-minute battle, the young deputy squad leader was on this position except for the heavy machine gun.
It was hit by one shot from the Type 89 tank moving among the ruins, and the other fire points still survived.
Although the Japanese infantry were allowed to advance several tens of meters, they were basically suppressed from entering the charge stage.
However, the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese Type 89 tank 400 meters away was too terrifying. As long as it fired, even the fortifications covered with two layers of sandbags supported by thick logs could not stop it.
Not to mention the simple trenches built with sandbags. If hit, the trench would be damaged by more than three meters. The flying bricks from the top of the city wall would increase the damage effect. It would be difficult for soldiers within a radius of five or six meters to survive.
Just in this short period of time, more than a dozen infantrymen were killed or injured in its shelling.
If the artillery fire continues like this, all the few infantrymen on this position will be killed or injured by the artillery fire.
But the heavy machine guns on the position and the mortars deployed two hundred meters behind had no effect on the iron lump, and it was extremely cunning, using the ruins of the destroyed residential buildings outside Cangcheng to hide its huge body.
Rotate the turret and fire at the infantry position on the top of the city wall.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Following the unfamiliar but terrifying sound of shooting, the young deputy squad leader who had just emptied a magazine and killed a Japanese infantryman looked back in horror.
Thirty meters away from him, there was a circular heavy machine gun position, surrounded by sandbags that were more than half the height of a person. Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, who had just asked him to help carry the shell box, was sitting in the firing position of the Oerlikon single-barreled machine gun.
Sitting on the seat, holding the handle of the machine gun with both hands, he lowered the long muzzle flat and fired brazenly at the Japanese tank 400 meters away.
By this time, it was getting dark.
The 20-round bullet plate of the Oerlikon machine gun provided sufficient ammunition capacity. A series of 20 mm caliber shells were fired out, forming a fiery red and brilliant trajectory in the air.
Although it was only fleeting, it was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
However, the young deputy squad leader knew that the beauty coming from the top of the city was hiding the ultimate cruelty.
If hit by such a beautiful rainbow, people will be torn apart and tanks will be turned into a ball of fireworks.
Yes, although the Oerlikon machine gun is not as famous as the Suroton machine gun, its performance in penetrating armor is not weak. It is not difficult to penetrate 20 mm steel plate at a distance of 400 meters.
A series of shells hit the broken wall where the Japanese tank was hiding, causing only smoke and dust to rise. The startled Japanese tank sprayed thick smoke and reversed frantically, trying to hide back in the broken wall before being shrouded in a beautiful rainbow.
It's just that Tang Dao has obviously been eyeing this delicious piece of fat for a long time. He doesn't care whether it runs away or not, and keeps pouring cannonballs into that area without stopping.
The advantage of Oerlikon's 20-round shells was now revealed. Four shells were fired in one group. In just a few seconds, several flaming red bullet marks streaked across the dark night sky and landed around the 89 tank.
The Japanese grenadiers also responded quickly. Although the smoke on the Chinese position prevented them from finding the specific location of the machine gun, they still determined the approximate location through the clear ballistic trajectory in the air. A dozen grenades were enough to
It explodes dozens of meters or even ten meters around the machine gun.
As the young deputy squad leader looked back and stared, a cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up next to Tang Dao, and even brick fragments crossed over the fortifications and hit the machine gun body and steel shield, making a heart-stopping sound of 'Clang! Clang!
'Voice.
That is the sound of the grim laughter of death.
If any piece of it hits a person, the tendons and bones will be broken.
The young deputy squad leader was not sure whether he, who had already made up his mind to die, could stay where he was like Tang Dao in such an environment.
But the Tang Dao is still there.
His eyes were determined, and his hand holding the handle of the gun was as steady as it was at the beginning, until he fired all the last few shells.
