In other words, even those who personally participated in this battle have no way of knowing the details of the entire battlefield.
Because they can only know themselves.
Dead or alive?
After the gun battle, which was a complete melee, more than three infantry companies of the security group left the area.
They don't even know what their results are.
Since there was no one to take inventory, the only thing they could do was to take away their wounded or bodies as best they could before the battle on the Cangcheng side ended.
Zhuang Shisan, who was so angry, was afraid that the Japanese army would launch a crazy bombardment in retaliation, so he escaped first as a sign of respect.
However, the once crazy Suematsu Shigeharu did not order the waiting artillery regiment to retaliate with artillery fire this time for the first time. This had nothing to do with economy, but because he was still expecting his soldiers to leave that dark neighborhood alive.
The Chinese people's patience exceeded his imagination. In the battle of Cangcheng for more than two hours, dozens of artillery fired 1,300 rounds of artillery shells inside and outside Cangcheng, which was enough to cover Cangcheng, which was not large in area, for several times.
All the time, the artillery group in the Chinese city did not fire a single shell.
The battle plan was to kill two birds with one stone, not even a single bird was hit, and he even hit himself on the head and was bleeding.
The number of battle losses exceeds 500, which is shocking, and an infantry squadron is still missing.
Two and a half of the six infantry brigades that went into the attack were lost. Even a man as ferocious as Suematsu Shigeharu had to stop now.
After waiting for more than an hour, except for the sporadic sound of rifles, which proved that there were still people on our side alive, no one from the 'disappeared' infantry squadron appeared.
Suematsu Shigeharu, who was gritting his molars, could only make an extremely unwise decision. Under the cover of three 94 armored vehicles, three infantry squadrons entered the dark neighborhood with flares.
The massive Japanese infantry gave the Chinese lurking in the neighborhood a great deterrent. There was no harassment or attack as they imagined, and they entered the neighborhood unimpeded. After going two to three hundred meters deep, they saw the 'disappeared' infantry squadron.
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Under the eaves, in the courtyard, and in the alleys, yellow military uniforms were lying everywhere. They must have tried hard to resist. The long 38-cap rifles were still firmly in their hands, and the melon grenades hanging on their chests were almost
All were thrown away.
But they were still dead. Each of them had more than a few bullet holes on their bodies, on their chests, backs, or sides. The bullet holes were distributed in various directions. Just looking at the scars on the bodies, one had
Experienced veterans will know what kind of attacks they encountered.
It was an all-round attack from front to back, left, and right, with no blind spots. Every Chinese hiding in the dark corner could shoot a bullet at them.
The explosion of the terrifying long-handled grenade in the narrow alley was even more despairing. Five soldiers fell down in an alley less than 0.5 meters wide. Under the afterglow of the flare, a large amount of blood sprayed a large area of white wall.
It is a postmodernist oil painting, with bits of flesh and bones dotted in it, like paint that has not been ground to a fine level.
The strength of nearly 600 infantrymen prevented the Chinese in the darkness from moving rashly, and also allowed the Japanese army to better search for their compatriots who were 'swallowed' by the darkness, and then carry away the corpses one by one.
Everything lying on the ground has become a corpse. Here, injury means death. The Chinese who are looking for all living creatures will not let go, let alone the wounded. Even the corpses will be shot to confirm whether they are pretending to be dead.
This may also be the reason why when the Japanese army inspected the bodies, they found that there were far more bullet holes on the corpses than on ordinary battlefields.
Originally, they had hoped to find dozens or a dozen survivors. After all, while the Lieutenant General's division commander waited patiently for more than an hour, there were still crisp crackling sounds from time to time in the dark neighborhood.
'Gunshots fired.
But as more and more bodies were found, the Japanese infantry became completely desperate.
Those gunshots may not belong to their compatriots, but to the Chinese holding the 38-year-old Gai.
The purpose is, of course, just to make them believe that there are still infantry on their side alive and not to fire.
The purpose of delaying time, no matter how stupid the Japanese army is, can figure it out at this moment, it is just to allow everyone who is still in the area to evacuate.
The Japanese commander who figured this out, Major Junichi Watanabe, who was standing behind the Type 94 armored vehicle, suddenly felt cold.
If all the Chinese in this area are gone and only himself is left, what will he do if he is the Chinese commander?
Naturally, I did not hesitate to shell the shells. The shells were very valuable, but they were still less valuable than human lives, so it was a perfect exchange.
"Baga! All troops evacuate quickly!" Watanabe Junichi's little face looked strangely pale under the light of the flashlight.
Coupled with the military uniforms covered with dust and gunpowder smoke, the ghostly appearance looks like a miniature zombie that just crawled out of the cemetery.
After giving the order, Watanabe Junichi quickly got into the compartment of the Type 94 armored vehicle. He no longer disliked the small and cramped space of the Type 94 armored vehicle. He secretly prayed that he was just thinking blindly. In fact, the Chinese did not
Even though he is so smart, he is not that unlucky either.
Yes, Major Junichi Watanabe, who has lost more than half of his subordinates, feels that he is full of unlucky attributes.
It was probably because of his sullen look that people thought he belonged to a grandson who lost every day at mahjong. As soon as he said that he would send heavy troops into the dark neighborhood to search, Suematsu Shigeharu chose his general without hesitation.
Of course, a guy who is plagued by bad luck may not come true when he says good things, but nine times out of ten when he says bad things, he will come true.
The Japanese invested hundreds of troops in a big way, and fired more than a dozen flares with great audacity. They were afraid that the Chinese would not know how strong they were, but they were so frightened that Master Zhuang lost his temper and did not dare to take a breath. He hid in more than a hundred people.
Miwai was worried that he would have to fight with the Japanese again.
Just now, he felt a rush of emotion and invested all his troops. With three times the strength of the Japanese army and the right time and place, he managed to kill more than 100 Japanese soldiers. He also lost 70 or 80 people, which was no match for the Japanese army's combat power.
I have a very intuitive understanding.
These hundreds of people are coming with great momentum. It is very likely that after the battle is over, he, the battalion commander, can become the platoon commander.
But Zhuang Shisan was frightened by the Japanese formation, but that didn't mean that others would be frightened.
For example, Tang Dao was beaten red-eyed in Cangcheng.
In the two-hour battle of Cangcheng, the Japanese launched three rounds of heavy artillery shelling alone, and the infantry attacked as many as five times.
No one can count the number of Japanese soldiers killed, but the losses in the city were huge. The number of dead exceeded 200, and more than 70 were seriously injured. In addition to the battle losses in the evening, the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company directly eliminated almost 100,000 Japanese soldiers.
A camp.
This is the price of the lack of heavy firepower. If the artillery groups in the city can fire, casualties can be reduced by at least one-third.
Just, can't.
This is just an offensive and defensive battle at the infantry battalion level. The trump card is revealed like this. How can we support the infantry division level battlefield that is about to begin tomorrow?
Moreover, because the Japanese front was wide enough, the damage to the infantry would not be great enough if it were not a saturation bombardment.
But now the hundreds of Japanese who entered the neighborhood with countless flares were like a piece of delicious cake, firmly attracting Tang Dao's attention.
Don't be too clear about these coordinates.
Mountain artillery and field artillery still can't fire, but that doesn't mean mortars can't fire. Aren't the dozens of 150-caliber mortars in the city meant to attack infantry groups?
First, they contacted the security group to confirm that their own personnel had basically evacuated. Then they notified the headquarters, and several artillery observers quickly reported the accurate coordinates three hundred meters away.
More than 15 150-caliber mortars bombarded this neighborhood at the moment when Junichi Watanabe's heart broke.
The fireballs that rose up in the house almost broke a large tooth of Suematsu Shigeharu who was a thousand meters away.
If it weren't for his weak hands, the high-end telescope imported from Germany in his hand might have been crushed to pieces.
Finally, the Chinese artillery was forced out, killing two birds with one stone, but Suematsu Shigeharu was not happy at all.
Because this is not a howitzer, but a mortar that can run away after a few shots. What's even more terrible is that a mortar with a range of only two or three kilometers can fire anywhere, and the speed of the shells is only 200 meters per second.
The cannonballs are not enough to draw the so-called trajectory in the sky.
How does he attack the opponent? Is he just blindly bombing again? I really think the shells are free!
I'm sorry, it turns out that the Chinese people who don't shoot much are not afraid of retaliation, but they won't use the knife without stabbing you in the heart!
