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Chapter 440 Chinese-style brutality

 No matter from the captain of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, to the major captain who is responsible for the front-line command, or to the lieutenant captain at the front line.

They all made a very fatal mistake.

Overestimating yourself.

They believe that as long as they are brave enough, the cowardly Chinese people will definitely be afraid and intimidated.

On the battlefield in North China, they have proven their bravery time and time again with the defeat of the Chinese army.

The obstruction of the division under Songjiang City was obviously an exception. That was because the Chinese army had strong walls and moats as shields. Without them, the Chinese would have been killed by them long ago.

But they obviously forgot an extremely important point. Although their ferocious charge with rifles was frightening, before they showed off their bravery, they must first use artillery to clear the ground, whether it was 92 infantry cannon or 75 mountain cannon.

Larger-caliber heavy artillery, those heavy firearms that can easily blow up fortifications and trenches into a piece of white ground, are the most terrifying things that destroy the heart of resistance.

Now, although they used dozens of grenade launchers before charging, and threw several waves of grenades in succession, exploding shrapnel across the long defense line and causing a certain amount of casualties, they were able to actually put themselves into the trenches.

There will never be more than 20 grenades that explode internally, and those casualties are simply negligible for the Chinese army, which has been devastated by artillery.

Even though they lost their artillery, the Japanese army still had to show off their prowess. Naturally, they could only suffer a complete defeat.

Four infantry squadrons and nearly 800 Japanese soldiers, in an almost suicidal manner, were divided into three waves and charged towards the Chinese army's defense line, one wave after another.

In the last round, there was even a roar of shouts of "Onboard!"

It was the "Banzai Charge" that never retreated without breaking the enemy's formation, the last trump card of the Japanese infantry.

All officers, including the lieutenant and squadron leader, all charged in the queue.

So, they never retreated.

Because, they all fell down on the charging road.

Charging against the crazy bullets, not to mention 800 people, even 8,000 people, can only end in a river of blood.

The various long and short firearms held by the Chinese soldiers completely awakened the Japanese army. They were also mortal bodies. Without artillery, their bravery was nothing but a joke in front of the crazy bullets.

There were a total of 800 people, and only a few dozen "lucky people" could cross the small river, but only half of these lucky people had the opportunity to throw the melon grenade they carried from a distance.

Then, they died in the dense fire net composed of the opponent's shell guns and submachine guns.

And more people were killed in the small river, which was only five meters wide.

Perhaps it is because there are too many corpses in the river. Looking from a distance under the white light of the flare, the slowly flowing river water seems to have stopped, filled with yellow and red colors, like a

Solidified oil painting.

That scene was definitely a nightmare that the grenadier and heavy machine gunners who had found their positions in the rear would never get rid of.

The grenadier soldiers lost their squadrons and squads, because all their colleagues, from the captain and squadron leader to the lowest private, as long as they held their rifles, were all killed or wounded on the battlefield of the charge.

The heavy machine gun shooters were also stunned. They didn't know who they could cover to launch attacks in the future. The infantry they were familiar with were all lying on that unfamiliar land.

Yes, from the time the charge was launched to the present, just as expected by their Colonel Captain, the battle was over in ten minutes.

However, it was not that they broke through the opponent's position, but that the entire four infantry squadrons were all consumed by the opponent's crazy bullets.

This is definitely the bravest group of Imperial Army troops.

Death did not dampen the fighting spirit of the imperial infantry. Before the retreat order was given from the rear, they continued to rush towards death.

The charge is over, but the battlefield is not yet over.

The battlefield, which has been basically quiet, still hears gunshots from time to time, which are Chinese gunners looking for wounded soldiers who are still crawling in a pool of blood.

After the gunshots were fired, the wounded Japanese soldiers who were originally injured and might still be able to survive could only howl miserably, and then fell into silence.

The relentless brutality is unbearable to watch.

The Chinese shooters hiding in the trenches, in front of the Japanese army, unscrupulously hunted and killed all living creatures opposite them.

Until all the flares in the sky fell, and the entire battlefield fell into darkness again.

Although the Japanese army was so angry that they almost broke their back molars, they could not come up with any countermeasures to save the wounded soldiers.

"Baga! Are the Chinese crazy? Why do they dare to treat the Imperial Army like this? Aren't they afraid that we will fight back in a more cruel way?" A Japanese heavy machine gun shooter who watched all this happened in amazement asked angrily.

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"I'm afraid they have never thought about leaving this place, so they are naturally not afraid." A second lieutenant team leader next to the heavy machine gun shooter coldly helped him answer his questions.

In the darkness, the Japanese second lieutenant's eyes shone with deep fear.

What scares this Japanese Army second lieutenant is not the hundreds of colleagues who died in the "Plate Charge". The bodies of the 13th Infantry Brigade under Matsue Castle are several times as many as here; even, what scares him is not that it is not over yet.

As the commander of the heavy machine gun squad, he might die under Chinese mortars, but he would never lie alone and cold in the mud like those of his colleagues.

What frightened him was the ruthlessness shown by the Chinese. They did not even spare wounded soldiers in front of their opponents, which meant that they chose to bear the same consequences.

If you want to break through this position, there is no other way unless you kill them all.

And this is easier said than done? Through the ten-minute suicidal charge operation, the Chinese have already brought out mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns and various long and short guns, with fierce firepower and abundant ammunition.

What price will the regiment, which has already marched lightly, pay to conquer this position? Should we still use a charge? Use the remaining infantry brigade? The Japanese Army second lieutenant can almost imagine the situation of his own side lying in the field.

It's chilling.

However, the Japanese Army second lieutenant's explanation was not enough to explain the current battle situation.

Perhaps, only the Chinese soldiers themselves know best the reasons for doing this.

It was very quiet in the trenches of the Chinese side. They were also facing death and repelled the Japanese attack, but they were obviously calmer than the Japanese army.

It's not that they don't feel sad, it's that no matter how heartbreaking the heartache is, the battlefield doesn't allow people to stay immersed in it.

The joy of killing the opponent and the fear of facing death at any time will dominate the soldiers' attention.

The bodies of the dead soldiers were all placed in a corner of the trenches. Only the seriously injured soldiers were qualified to be carried on the backs or crawled on stretchers by the medical team who entered the trenches.

It's not that we don't remember or respect death, but that this is the battlefield.

Take the guard class on the frontal battlefield as an example. There are 12 people in a guard class. In this round of Japanese charges, plus A Niu, who had his leg blown off by a grenade and died of blood loss, there are also two people who were raised because of the shooting.

The height was too high, one person was shot in the head and another was shot in the chest, killing three people.

The three bodies were placed in the corner of the trench area belonging to the guard squad. There was no white cloth, and their young faces were covered with the military uniforms taken off by their comrades. That was the warmth that their comrades could give them.

For this reason, they had to huddle in the cold mud in late autumn wearing single clothes.

But, willingly.

"Squad leader, why do you want to kill the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army? According to experience, the Japanese will rescue their wounded soldiers at any cost. We can keep those wounded soldiers to consume the Japanese supplies." Wearing only a single coat before the battle, I helped my friend find the calf that had been blown away.

The soldier was very puzzled. He crawled over from the side of the trench and asked a veteran who killed a wounded Japanese soldier more than 40 meters away and retracted into the trench.

"Why?" The veteran glanced sideways at his soldiers, his face calm. "Because after this battle, I'm afraid there won't be a few of us left, and we won't have the chance to compete with these devils again. There won't be any future."

Why are you still thinking so much? Kill one more person and give him a chance to harm our people?"

After saying that, he looked around and his eyes became a little fierce at that moment: "I remember it all, you can't be merciless when killing the Japanese, and the same goes for your own brothers. If it doesn't work anymore, just give him a shot, don't

You're so good at letting him suffer. If I'm so injured that I can't even hold a gun, why don't you give me a shot to make sure I don't get stabbed to death by the Japanese with a bayonet, it will really hurt!"

The soldier was a little stunned.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond to my squad leader who had been in the army for six years.

His squad leader has always presented himself as a "dead egg lying in the sky", so he thought he would still be afraid of pain.

"I'm not a god, so of course I'm afraid of pain." The veteran sighed slightly and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "Why did Zhao Laoer next door die? Wasn't it because he was stabbed through the stomach by a Japanese knife on the battlefield in North China? His intestines leaked.

Are you going to die of pain all over the ground? I don’t want to be like him, I want to die more comfortably."

"If one of you can't be saved, I will help you walk away as quickly as possible, but if I ask for help from one of you, don't be too stubborn to do anything." The veteran looked at the soldiers around him and continued to explain in a deep voice.

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There was some silence in the trenches.

After a while, a soldier replied weakly: "Squad leader, I don't need your help."

"What the hell, just give it to me if you're afraid of death." The veteran's eyes widened.

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The soldier unbuttoned the front of his clothes, and a grenade was firmly tied to his lower abdomen with a hemp rope, loop after loop, and tied extremely tightly.

Obviously, this was not just tied on the battlefield today, it must have been some time.

The function of this grenade is self-evident.

"Squad leader, I just grabbed this from the grenade box of the next squad when I sent troops from the division headquarters. It didn't occupy our squad." The soldier explained a little shyly.

"Haha, good job." The veteran laughed.

"Dudouzi, you are really a clever guy!"

Several other soldiers in the squad also started laughing.

The battlefield, filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, was a little more joyful and more tragic.


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