The heavy "dong-dong" sound of rushing footsteps did not suddenly wake up the Japanese soldiers who were still sleeping until the soldiers rushed to the trench more than ten meters away.
"idiot!"
"Enemy attack!"
Screams and screams were heard one after another on the Japanese army's position, but were soon replaced by the explosions of "Boom! Boom!" and the continuous "click-click-click" gunshots.
A few meters away from the Japanese trenches, all the officers and soldiers of the guard company had already taken off the grenades, pulled the fuses and threw them into the trenches.
Then, before the smoke has cleared, he jumps in and unleashes full firepower.
Tang Dao’s requirements are very simple.
Just drop the bomb, shoot, and shoot again.
In a five-man team, if three people are shooting, two people must be on guard. When the three people empty the magazine and replace the magazine, the two people can shoot again. This is to maintain the continuous output of firepower.
If it were replaced by a rifle, no matter how the firepower continued, there would only be three bullets at most in two seconds. It wouldn't take long for the Japanese soldiers who had just woken up from sleep and were still in a state of confusion to wake up and launch a counterattack.
Unfortunately, the continuous-fire firearms equipped by China's elite did not give them this opportunity.
Regardless of whether they want to fight back with bare hands or look for firearms, they are destined to be buried in the metal torrent of bullets.
There were actually not many Japanese troops in the trenches. The Chinese soldiers who jumped into the trenches holding back-to-back firearms were almost relying on probabilistic ferocious saturation attacks, making it extremely difficult for them to have a chance to escape.
The Japanese troops in the camp behind the trenches were even more miserable. Because they were worried about the Chinese artillery, they did not light a campfire, but slept close to each other, and their rifles were habitually piled up near their resting positions.
Under the moonlight, the target of the sleeping Japanese soldiers was not obvious, but the piles of rifles became the most conspicuous target for Chinese soldiers to attack.
It's very simple. Throw two grenades first, blow up the pile of guns, and then direct a burst of firepower to the nearby ground.
More than a dozen fire teams basically operate according to this routine.
Every 40 meters or so, a fire team attacks the Japanese troops in the area.
In order to ensure that one's own side is not accidentally killed by one's own bullets, the muzzle of the gun is generally not held flat but slightly downward, reducing the chance of the bullet flying straight dozens of meters away.
The Japanese position more than 500 meters away was filled with explosions and gunshots, mixed with the heart-rending screams of the Japanese infantrymen who were suddenly attacked.
The Japanese positions farther away that had not yet been attacked but were awakened by the loud noise did not dare to move rashly. The fierce gunfire could easily make people think that the Chinese had sent a large number of troops to attack.
"Baga!" Suematsu Shigeharu, who was resting at the division headquarters further away, was also awakened.
I jumped off the simple camp bed and walked out of the headquarters. I looked at the unknown battlefield in the dark night and listened to the blazing gunfire. I was shocked and angry.
The weak Chinese people dared to go out of the city to attack. This was completely beyond his imagination.
"Order all units to hold their positions!" Suematsu Shigeru issued a military order that he would regret greatly in the future.
Although this was undoubtedly correct at this time, the dark night blocked his sight, and he had no way of knowing how many troops the Chinese had sent to sneak attack. It was best to stand still and stick to their respective positions to avoid chaos and disorder in the entire army.
The right choice.
After receiving the order, the Japanese positions fired flares towards their front lines one after another, but what they saw was a desolate wilderness, and no Chinese were found.
But this is even more frightening. Who knows if the crazy Chinese are lurking, just waiting for them to mobilize their troops to start a mad attack?
The flares can only illuminate the area more than 100 meters in front of the position. Who can guarantee that there are no Chinese troops in the darkness?
The Japanese army used organized caution to trap two infantry squadrons who were in dire straits.
They barely organized a decent attack, and were beaten to pieces by continuous fire from shell guns and submachine guns.
Occasionally, an officer would pick up his southern pistol and fight back, but he would soon be beaten to a pulp by the five-man team that concentrated its firepower.
Major Junichi Watanabe is really melancholy. He has had a bad day today. Before he could even get the glory of being a division forward, he suffered a mass crushing incident in the cavalry squadron, and was hit all over his head in front of Cangcheng.
After finally repairing it, he was asked by the division commander to take people into the "dark neighborhood" to collect the bodies. If he hadn't been quick and quick to enter the armored vehicle, he almost became the first major to die in the line of duty in the 114th Division.
Returning to our own position, we were still in shock and finally managed to get some sleep to calm down our shock. As a result, our position was targeted again by the Chinese, who launched a sneak attack in the dark of night.
Emerging from the brigade headquarters established in the field, looking at the figures of his soldiers running and falling down on their own positions, the Japanese major felt that he must have been abandoned by Amaterasu.
If not, why would the Chinese stare at him and beat him like this?
"Major, please follow us and retreat. The strength of the Chinese attacking force is unknown, but the firepower is very fierce." A Japanese lieutenant rushed over and pulled Junichi Watanabe to run back.
"Why are you panicking?" Junichi Watanabe shouted softly while trying his best to stay calm while looking at an infantry squad following the Japanese lieutenant.
Your Excellency, Major, must not lose his grace, even in such a chaotic moment.
Of course, what Watanabe Junichi hopes more is to stabilize the morale of the army. The two infantry squadrons in this area are under his command. If he just runs away, the losses of the infantry without unified command will be even greater. According to the Army Central Committee
Regarding the accountability system, he also belongs to the type of monk who can run away but cannot run away from the temple.
"Where are the heavy machine gun squadron and artillery squadron?" Junichi Watanabe pinned his hopes on his two heavy firepower units that could suppress the situation.
"Weren't they transferred by the regiment commander to suppress the Chinese fortress in the evening? They should be on our flank now, one mile away." The Japanese lieutenant thought he was the staff officer of the brigade headquarters, deploying the brigade's troops.
It's quite clear.
"Send someone to inform them to move closer to our headquarters immediately and suppress the incoming enemy with firepower." Junichi Watanabe ordered sternly.
"But your Majesty, Major!" the Japanese lieutenant still hesitated.
As a staff officer at the brigade headquarters, I instinctively believe that at this chaotic moment, we should first leave the battlefield with our commander.
The final result proved that he was right.
It is a pity that the Japanese major who had been unlucky all day may have been stunned by the blow, but he became stubborn and refused to leave the headquarters.
Perhaps it was because he didn't want the group leader to become squadron leader, or maybe it was the gathering of a small team that gave him courage.
Then, at the moment when the Japanese light machine gunner mounted the light machine gun in the fortification in front of the headquarters, a grenade was accurately thrown over.
The imitation German hand grenade that originally had a five-second delay was calculated in advance. There was no so-called delay at all, and it exploded directly above the light machine gun fortification without even landing.
While the two light machine gunners were blown to pieces, at least three nearby infantrymen were hit by flying shrapnel and rolled on the ground screaming loudly.
Before the rest of the Japanese infantry could react, a black figure holding a submachine gun came from the flank and fired fiercely. As soon as the Japanese infantry in the trench raised their guns, they were drowned by a tongue of flames.
The firepower output of the 32-round submachine gun magazine only lasted for three or four seconds. "He has no bullets! Click!" The sound of lightly hitting the gun made the Japanese soldier, who was lying on the ground and had a chance to survive, just have this idea in his mind.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The two shell guns continued to fire, regaining their firepower.
"Baga!" The Japanese infantryman was about to cry, wanting to bury his face in the soil.
It turns out that being suppressed by superior firepower is such an embarrassing thing.
"Asshole! Stand up and kill him!" Junichi Watanabe, who retreated to the headquarters and fired desperately with a Nanbu pistol, urged his subordinates in an angry voice.
The Japanese major proved his bravery, but the Japanese lieutenant with him was about to cry.
Your Majesty, Major, can you please stop being so stupid?
They still have grenades!
The lieutenant's staff was very smart at the moment, and he made all the correct decisions, much better than his chief officer.
Behind Tang Dao, two grenades flew towards the headquarters one after the other, blowing up the entrance to the headquarters with smoke.
A powerful figure relied on the Tang Dao's fire suppression and the flames of two grenade explosions to approach from outside the trench at high speed.
