Chapter 295: Only One in a Hundred (On the last day of this month, please subscribe!)
If we say that the moment the Japanese artillery of various calibers bombarded Cangcheng, it was devastating.
Then, the sudden concentration of Chinese mountain artillery and field artillery mortars, mainly 75-caliber, was overwhelming.
Although the power is slightly smaller, it is enough for the Japanese troops running around in Cangcheng.
Apart from a low wall, what else can they use to cover themselves?
What is covered up is not the chirping, but the artillery fire that can tear apart steel.
The Japanese major, who was still 500 meters away, looked at the sudden and continuous smoke rising in front of him. He was stunned for a while and shouted angrily: "Who gave way to fire? There are our people there. Please notify the artillery brigade immediately to stop firing.
Stop firing."
The staff officer of the infantry brigade on the side could only remind: "Your Excellency, Major, those are Chinese artillery in the city, not our army's."
"Impossible, how could the Chinese have so many artillery? How could they have them?" The Japanese major grabbed the staff officer's collar, his eyes were red, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.
There were not only the unlucky Major Sakio and his 200 officers and soldiers, but also a full infantry squadron under him.
No one dared to answer the captain, who was already a little mad.
Those who can be here are veterans with rich battlefield experience. They know all too well what consequences this frightening wave of artillery fire will have.
The Chinese can survive like tenacious weeds under artillery fire because they have relatively complete fortifications and bomb shelters. What could the hundreds of Japanese troops who entered Cangcheng have?
There is nothing, maybe those shell craters that were previously bombed can become their only bunker.
But how effective that kind of bunker is, the officers and soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment of the 5th Division collectively think on their heels and can come up with the answer.
It's useless without a ball.
Those who can survive are probably those who have given wives to Amaterasu.
The Japanese major, who couldn't get an answer from his subordinates, finally regained his composure and sat slumped in the trench, never looking at the Cangcheng position shrouded in artillery fire in front of him.
He understood that another of his infantry squadrons was finished, and even if anyone could survive the Chinese's deliberate retaliatory bombardment, it would be impossible.
He did not even expect that the Chinese had limited artillery shell storage and might give up after two rounds of shelling.
If he were the Chinese commander, since he had decided to expose his heavy firepower, he would never give his opponent any chance of survival.
His judgment was correct, but the Chinese commander was more ruthless than he imagined. The continuous bombardment lasted for 10 minutes, and dozens of artillery pieces threw at least 600 shells into Cangcheng.
In fact, according to the records of the 67th Army, on that day, the mountain artillery battalions and field artillery battalions directly under the special service regiment of the 67th Army Military Headquarters, together with the mountain artillery battalions and mortar battalions under the 107th and 108th Divisions, had a total of 48 75-caliber mountain field guns.
and 24 150-heavy mortars participated in the battle to bombard the surface positions in Cangcheng.
In 10 minutes, 72 artillery pieces poured a total of more than 1,000 artillery shells on the surface positions of Cangcheng.
That was the highest intensity artillery battle fought by the Chinese artillery group in the Battle of Songjiang. It could not even compare to the later more intense city offensive and defensive battles.
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the Japanese air force entered the war soon and many Chinese artillery positions were destroyed.
The Chinese fired artillery so unscrupulously, and the Japanese army naturally would not sit back and watch their own people struggle under the artillery fire. The artillery wing of the 114th Division responded five minutes later. Under the guidance of the forward artillery observers, it attacked the artillery positions in Songjiang City.
Launch a counterattack at the approximate location.
However, the Chinese artillery positions were protected by carefully constructed fortifications, and because of the obstruction of the city walls, the Japanese artillery observers were unable to accurately locate their positions.
Let's take off an airship on such a rainy day for observation! At a closer distance, the Chinese in the city have anti-aircraft guns with a range of up to 2,500 meters, which are used for target shooting by the Chinese; at a farther distance, you can only see a building in the smoke and smoke.
Songjiang Castle is shrouded in drizzle. Is that for viewing the scenery?
To put it bluntly, the so-called artillery countermeasures of the Japanese army are just superficial skills for the leaders to see.
Kunizaki, who personally arrived in the trench 800 meters away from Cangcheng, could only yell "Baga!" in the trench in vain.
For the first time, this proud Japanese army major general's heart was filled with the shadow of failure.
It's not just Cangcheng and Matsue.
If the Chinese resist like this, even if the Tenth Army can break through this small town, he can really, as he imagined while standing on the deck of the transport ship a few days ago, march his army south to seize the Chinese capital and become a hero of the empire.
?
Can the empire really win this war?
Kunizaki, who had refused to put down his telescope for a long time, was stunned and lost confidence in winning for the first time.
Cangcheng is nearly 60,000 square meters. Even if 1,000 artillery shells are dropped, it does not mean that artillery fire can cover every inch of land in Cangcheng.
As for life, God is fair. The Chinese people were able to survive the terrible artillery fire of the Japanese army. In addition to improving the fortifications, luck accounted for a large part of the factor.
Then, the Japanese soldiers exposed on the surface were also lucky.
The Japanese troops who entered the Cangcheng position and could only hide behind low walls or in bomb craters suffered much greater losses than the Chinese defenders hiding in the fortifications. However, after the shelling, some of them were still alive.
However, they were caught off guard. Even if these Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive were not torn to pieces by shrapnel and air waves, the first damage they suffered was their hearing.
Almost every Japanese soldier who is still alive has two lines of blood left in both ears, which is the phenomenon that the eardrums were ruptured.
Major Sakio was one of these lucky people. He was hiding in a huge bomb crater on the riverbed. He didn't even dare to raise his head amid the monstrous artillery fire, and huddled at the bottom of the crater with his arms protecting his head.
The stormy shelling had made him unable to hear any sound at all, and he could only judge when the shelling would end through the vibrations coming from the ground.
Finally, he arrived at that moment.
The trembling earth finally returned to calm, and he was still alive.
The joy of being reborn came to my heart, and I climbed up from the crater excitedly, looking at the battlefield that was once again devastated.
There were many low walls that had long since disappeared. The wounded Chinese soldier who was half lying under the low wall and smiling brightly at them must have been reduced to dust in the monstrous artillery fire.
However, his flare gun took away the lives of countless Imperial warriors.
The Japanese major's gaze did not linger much inside Cangcheng. He knew that under such intensity of artillery fire, very few infantrymen could survive.
He was looking at several city walls, where there were many light machine guns and grenade fire points. Under the protection of the fortifications, they should have more chances of survival!
The Japanese army major with a clever little mind did not say that he loved those guys very much, but that he had to consider the upcoming bad situation.
The wounded Chinese soldiers who were left alone behind the low wall fired flares, which in itself sent a signal. All these were premeditated actions by the Chinese.
That means that the disappeared Chinese, the Chinese hiding in underground fortifications, may appear at any time.
Good ones don't work, bad ones work.
There were not a few bumpkin heads popping up on the city wall that we were looking forward to, but many dark blue military uniforms and black military uniforms popped up all over Cangcheng.
"Baga! Yours, come on!" Major Sakio picked up his 38 rifle.
For the Japanese major at this time, he could not hold a one-meter-long command knife, and the 1.7-meter-long 38 rifle obviously enhanced his confidence here.
However, what filled the eyes of Major Sakio, who was holding the 38 rifle, was incomparable despair.
There will never be more than one infantry squad of shit yellow people who can climb up from all over Cang City, and the number of infantry who can attack the interior of Cang City will definitely exceed 400 people.
It doesn't matter that there are fewer of them, but the number of Chinese who are carrying submachine guns and rifles to kill everywhere is several times theirs.
A group of Chinese had already seen him and rushed towards him with guns drawn.
At such a distance, Major Sakio only had one chance to fire, so he fired.
However, perhaps because he was frightened by the monstrous artillery fire, his legs and feet were weak and he had not had time to recover, or perhaps because he was too frightened, the Japanese major's last shot did not knock down any target.
The Chinese who rushed over did not fire.
The leading Chinese looked at the opponent who had no time to pull the bolt of the gun. He even inserted the shell gun into his belt and rushed towards him with a machete in hand.
He didn't want to waste bullets or wanted to use cold weapons to chop off the heads of the Japanese soldiers in front of him.
"Baga!" Feeling insulted, Major Sakio stepped forward and stabbed the Chinese with a fierce look on his face using standard Japanese infantry stabbing techniques.
However, the Japanese Army Major forgot one thing again.
He is a low-level officer, and the last time he participated in stabbing training was four years ago. Whether it is strength or reaction, he is only half of what he was at his peak.
Therefore, Major Sakio died.
Peng Chong knocked the weak 38 rifle away with the back of his sword. Peng Chong, who was able to easily reach the enemy's center, obviously didn't expect it to be so easy. He was still stunned for 0.1 seconds, and then slashed across with his sword.
Major Sakio, who could not dodge, was cut open from the carotid artery to the throat with a sharp thick-backed knife. He threw away the gun, covered his neck and screamed on the ground struggling for his life.
"How dare you rush in and fight me hand-to-hand?" Peng Chong said disdainfully.
He stretched out his legs, picked up the 38-meter rifle that had fallen on the ground, and stabbed it downwards, pinning Major Sakio to the ground while he was still struggling for his life.
Then he stopped looking at his own results and headed straight for the distance.
The extreme pain caused the Japanese major's body to suddenly twist, and finally slowly stretched until it became motionless.
Don't say that Peng Chong didn't know that he was a major. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have much psychological change. The death of the Japanese major did not stir up any waves on this one-sided battlefield.
The remaining Japanese troops have long lost their fighting spirit. Even the Japanese troops in the fortifications on the city wall, their only tactical action is to escape from this devil's place.
But in the end, only one out of a hundred can escape.
