The simple fortifications are no better than those of Songjiang City. Whether it is the 6.5 kilogram grenade of the 75 Mountain Cannon or the less than 4 kilogram shells of the 92 Infantry Cannon, as long as the machine gun fortification is hit head-on, the machine gun fortification, the firearms in it, and the human body will be swallowed up by the artillery fire.
"You will die if you hide, and you will die if you don't hide! Brothers, fight with them." The sergeant shooter in charge of firing one of the machine guns roared and sat on the machine gun shooting chair.
The machine gun made a heart-stopping "dong-dong-dong" roar, shooting the Japanese soldiers crossing the river with blood splattering everywhere. Some people were even cut into two pieces by the shells and fell into the water in two.
The inhuman and shrill howl of the Japanese soldier who was unable to die for a moment not only made his colleagues' hairs stand on end, but even the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side felt their scalps go numb.
How much pain does it have to hurt to make such a sound?
The artillery shells and heavy machine guns fired by the fierce Japanese artillery fire set off a bloody storm in the creek, pushing the Japanese infantry back to the other side of the river.
However, the result of doing so for the heavy firepower point was to continuously display its position to the artillery observers on the Japanese position.
The Japanese mountain artillery unit was not equipped with a radio, but the infantry artillery was already close to the area 1,200 meters away from the front line. The communication troops kept running wildly among the front lines and artillery positions, constantly reporting the coordinates of the front line artillery observers to the Japanese artillery.
Infantry artillery fire is becoming more and more accurate.
The bravest sergeant, in the fifth minute after suppressing fire, had just emptied 7 bullets, and an infantry artillery shell hit the front of the fortification.
Three layers of sandbags could not stop the bombardment of small-caliber direct-aiming artillery. Although the sandbags, which were more than one meter thick, were not completely penetrated, the air waves caused by the explosion of the shells that penetrated deep into the sandbags caused the machine guns to sit on them.
The shooter lifted off the ring of fortifications.
Several auxiliary soldiers who were responsible for loading artillery shells were also hit by shrapnel and fell down one after another. In a machine gun fortification, except for the soldiers who were hiding in the trenches next to the fortification and were responsible for transporting artillery shells, almost all of them were wiped out.
In addition to the fire support company of the security battalion, the ten machine guns and several heavy machine guns allocated to the two security battalions were all supported by people and guns, and were not counted as members of the security battalion.
However, when someone is risking his life for him, how can he just watch and ignore him?
Although they knew the danger was extremely high, soldiers from the nearby guard battalion rushed out of the trenches under artillery fire to try to save him.
However, before they even climbed to the side of the sergeant who was pinned down by the machine gun, several soldiers started to shed tears.
The high-raised barrel of the machine gun was twisted into a twist by the air waves. Can the sergeant who was also swept by the air waves still survive?
But this is only one of them.
The reason why they were not allowed to remove the heavy machine gun from the sergeant shooter was that it could not be moved.
The brave gunner was dead.
But even though he was dead, his arms that were burnt to a crisp by the air waves were still tightly holding the control rod of the machine gun, and his neck was twisted weirdly, hanging on the wreckage of the machine gun.
Like, hugging your lover.
If they wanted to move away, they would have to break his arms.
You can only put it there first.
This posture was retained until after the war.
No wonder, God did not give him good luck when he was alive and did not allow him to escape the intensive artillery fire of the Japanese army. But after he died, not a single shell came near his remains.
Tragic and tragic.
This scene was drawn by Tantai Mingyue, who followed Tang Dao to the hills after the war, with a pen on the title page of his private diary.
As she wrote in the notes on the side of this sketch: "The hill is extremely small, but it is the most tragic scene Ming Yue has ever seen in her life. This warrior and his weapons are integrated into one of them. It is only one of them. It is specially painted by me."
Descendants of the Chinese race, his body is a monument to this battle!"
Yes, when the machine guns and heavy machine guns placed on the hill ignored the Japanese artillery fire and killed the Japanese infantry, the frontline commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade Kanda Masane also noticed this, which was named by the Chinese government after the war.
The small hill of "Lonely Tomb".
"It seems that the Chinese have placed most of their heavy firepower there in an attempt to shoot down our infantry from a high position." Kanda Masane's face was as dark as water. "It's just that the heavy firepower position was isolated outside their defense line.
The Chinese are really crazy."
He lowered his head and carefully looked at the combat terrain map drawn by the combat staff based on battlefield observations, and asked in a deep voice: "How many of the three infantry squadrons of the 47th Infantry Regiment supporting our army have entered the battlefield?"
"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, one has already entered the battlefield, and two infantry squadrons are on standby in the rear." A combat staff officer looked at the battle report and answered hurriedly.
"Then let them attack the hill, and our artillery will provide fire cover for them. An infantry squadron on the right flank of our 45th Infantry Regiment will also send two infantry squads to cooperate with them in the attack." Kanda Masanee
No longer looking at the map, he turned to face the battlefield, and a cold voice came: "Also, tell them for me, I don't need casualty figures, I just want results. If 500 troops still can't take that hill, their two army captains
Just commit seppuku!”
The Chinese may not know that for the sake of the 1,500-meter defense line, the Japanese army once deployed four infantry squadrons in a wave of attacks, but for an inconspicuous hillock, Kanda Masane deployed two and a half infantry squadrons at once.
But on that hill, there was only one guard company of 150 infantrymen and less than 50 machine gunners.
Moreover, under the crazy bombardment of the Japanese army, one machine gun squad had lost its combat effectiveness, and more than a dozen infantrymen were injured or killed.
The number of Japanese infantry participating in the attack was three times that of the defenders on the hill. In the distance, there were even more Japanese infantry serving as reserves, although the Japanese had no intention of doing so.
From the perspective of the army commander Kanda Masane, and the two Japanese captains on the front line, 500 troops, with the support of artillery, was enough.
But they were wrong, all of them.
If this blocking battle in the wilderness was the most brutal battle against the Japanese in the entire Jiashan area, the battle that took place on this hill with a height of more than ten meters, 200 meters away from the right front of the Chinese trench defense line, was
The most tragic.
The "solitary mountain" has the advantage of height, but as Kanda Masane said, the small river that blocked the Japanese army's advance also separated the hillock from the Chinese defense line with trenches on the other side of the river.
If the Chinese on the defense line want to support the hills, they must also cross the five-meter-wide river.
Therefore, the Japanese army, which had been observing the terrain for a long time, used six heavy machine guns and nearly ten grenade launchers to block the river.
Although the two Japanese infantry squads that circled the other side of the hill were unable to cross the river because the Chinese army quickly maneuvered to the flanks, they continued to fire flares and blocked the Chinese army's support path.
That also means that from that moment on, the more than 100 Chinese soldiers on the "Lone Tomb" were alone.
Except for the side directly facing our own defense line and the other side that can be covered by light and heavy machine guns, the other two sides are all within the control of the Japanese army. At the very least, they will be besieged by the Japanese army from both sides.
The Japanese army, however, adopted a three-sided siege more resolutely.
The two infantry squadrons attacked from two sides that could not be covered by the firepower of the trenches. On the side, the two infantry squads that had gone around first carried out a decoy attack.
This not only affects the energy of the Chinese defenders on the hill, but also exposes the Chinese defenders' light machine gun firepower points located in the direction of the trenches.
To this end, the Japanese army deployed no less than 15 grenade launchers more than 300 meters away, and launched a frantic attack on the exposed firepower points of the Chinese side.
It's still the old routine, after the artillery fire covers it, it's the infantry attack.
The Japanese infantry attacked from three sides, and the yellow roar was squirming under the hill.
"Each platoon attacks on its own, don't wait for my order!" Scar Zhao, who was personally sitting on the hill, poked his head out of the trench and looked at the densely packed Japanese infantry. There was no fear in his eyes, and he growled an order to the signal soldiers around him.
Quietly retracting into the trench, he took a breath and gently placed the six magazines filled with bullets in the most convenient position. There was not much expression on his face, but the scar on his forehead appeared in the flashing firelight from time to time.
Like a living centipede, twisting slightly.
Obviously, his mood was not as calm as he had just shown.
Facing the almost crazy offensive of the Japanese army, the major was equally frightened.
Fear that I will never be able to return to my hometown.
Even though it was his own choice to sit in this extremely important position.
Stingy old Zhou wanted to argue with him, but he blocked him.
Lao Zhou, he has four babies to raise! Damn it, how can his wife be so fertile? Has Lao Zhou taken any medicine? This may be what Scar Zhao has always wanted to ask but didn't have time to ask.
War is like this, leaving too many people too late!
