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Chapter 446 The final trump card

 The Japanese troops retreated briefly.

The critical situation has been temporarily lifted.

However, the hearts of the soldiers in the trenches were still tense.

The khaki color in the field of vision only retreated less than fifty meters, and not far away another khaki color pressed up.

The Japanese army actually increased its troops again, after a wave of attacks.

The Japanese heavy machine guns, which had just paused for a minute, fired again, covering the replenished Japanese infantry as they continued to move forward.

As a last resort, the two machine guns and two heavy machine guns in the machine gun fortification fired at the Japanese heavy machine gun position 300 meters away, trying to help relieve the pressure on our own infantry.

However, the result of this can only be that the Japanese troops on the other side of the river are ready to move.

"The Chinese only have so many heavy firepower points. If you can take care of this side, you will definitely not take care of that side." Kanda Shouche's eyes blocked by the telescope became more and more ferocious. "Order the front line to attack! The Chinese can't hold on any longer."

Half of the more than 300 Japanese soldiers who were suppressed on the bank of the river jumped into the river under the urging of sirens. More than 100 meters away, nearly 200 more Japanese soldiers trotted towards the battlefield with their waists bent.

The number of machine guns and heavy machine guns that can shoot here on the hill are now less than half of what they were before, and they are unable to form heavy firepower with a density of firepower, making it difficult to suppress the Japanese troops marching in the river.

And this only took a few seconds. I watched more than a hundred Japanese troops rushing across the river, excitedly threw themselves on the river beach, and threw grenades at the Chinese trench 30 meters away, exploding into a cloud of smoke in front of the Chinese trench.

All around.

Although the Chinese defenders kept firing in an attempt to suppress them, their sight was severely obstructed and they were unable to stop more than a hundred people from rushing into the river.

That was also the first time that the Japanese army had so many troops entering an area where bombs could be dropped, after suffering nearly a thousand casualties.

The Japanese officers in the rear all had smiles on their faces.

The distance of 30 meters was only a distance that the strong Japanese infantry could cover in five seconds if they charged at full speed.

300 fully armed soldiers, no, even if they were lost a little in the charge, 250 soldiers would still be too much for the Chinese to cope with.

Especially the Chinese who are equipped with a large number of short guns, once they enter this hand-to-hand combat mode, the only thing waiting for them is to be defeated.

The Japanese are proud, but the Chinese are anxious.

"Squad leader, what should we do? The Japanese are coming." Tudou looked at the earthy color of his face covered with mud not far away, and his voice was trembling with nervousness.

He was not a new soldier, but it was the first time he saw murderous Japanese soldiers at such a close distance.

"Panic! You guys with pockmarked faces, fix your bayonets. Tudou, you take my submachine gun, load the bullets, and when you hear my order, shoot at the top of the trench. You can't stop until you run out of bullets!" Because of the leg!

The veteran squad leader, who was injured and could only sit in the trench, had a stern face, but he was extremely calm and gave orders to his subordinates.

Once the Japanese rush over, they will naturally engage in hand-to-hand combat, which they consider to be the best. The veteran has already prepared for the worst. Although he is no longer capable of hand-to-hand combat, he already holds the shell gun in his hand and has two shells at his side.

Grenade with unscrew cap.

In fact, not only this infantry squad has made final preparations. The other infantry squads and platoons on the position have silently clenched their guns under the orders of veterans and officers, preparing for the most brutal battle.

Because no one can retreat.

There is only one trench here. If it were gone, there would be nothing.

More than 300 Japanese troops boarded the river bank and threw a total of three waves of grenades towards the trench.

The Japanese melon grenade is light in weight and is mainly used in defensive warfare. It is far less aggressive than the Chinese-style imitation German long-handled grenade that has a higher ammunition load and can be thrown farther, but it also has the advantage of being easy to carry.

An individual Japanese soldier can carry six bombs during wartime, and the load is much lighter than that of Chinese soldiers, which is naturally more conducive to long-distance marches.

Therefore, even in the state of charge, the Japanese soldiers sometimes carried two grenades, and many carried four. Hundreds of grenades were thrown at them. Although most of them were thrown outside the trenches, they were still extremely thrilling due to the number of them.

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Naturally, the Chinese soldiers in the trenches were not to be outdone and responded with grenades.

The grenades could be thrown farther, and most of them exploded in the area where the Japanese troops were. However, the distance between the individual Japanese soldiers was extremely wide, and they were crawling on the ground. Although the damage caused was there, it was far less than before.

What's even more terrible is that before the division of troops, the two guard battalions had been strengthened in terms of bullet and grenade reserves by Tang Dao's order, and most of the army's ammunition reserves belonged to them, but that was also limited.

In order to carry as much ammunition as possible, the soldiers in the guard camp abandoned their ration bags and many even gave up their water bottles. A single soldier carried up to eight grenades and 200 rounds of ammunition.

It may seem like a lot, but in the first round of the "Banzai Charge" that blocked nearly 800 Japanese troops, the Chinese soldiers consumed at least one-third of their ammunition reserves.

It is impossible to "want the horse to run but also not eat grass". The price of huge damage is a large amount of ammunition consumption.

And continuous-fire firearms such as shell guns and submachine guns are large consumers of bullets. In order to maintain the intensity of firepower, not to mention 200 rounds of bullets, even 2,000 rounds of bullets can be fired in half an hour.

To a certain extent, the Japanese army's first wave of desperate attacks seemed stupid, but they exchanged their lives for a huge consumption of Chinese ammunition.

The reason why this wave of Japanese troops were able to successfully stand on the opposite side of the river bank, although on the surface it seemed that several heavy firepower points were forced to move their guns to other places, was actually due to the fact that the Chinese soldiers on the defense line consumed too much ammunition, and officers at all levels ordered

Soldiers conserve ammunition.

Otherwise, with just the fire net composed of shell guns and submachine guns, the Japanese army would not even be able to set foot on the river bank.

Unfortunately, the Chinese side did not have any supplies and could no longer maintain the intensity of firepower in the first wave of shooting.

The same goes for hand grenades. Even in such a critical moment, the soldiers did not rush to empty out the ammunition reserves on hand.

This is the experience of veterans. No matter how critical it is, you cannot exhaust yourself completely. You must leave some remaining energy.

The experience of the veterans was also the key to sustaining this bloody battle to the end.

China's grenade throwing failed to maintain the previous density, and the damage caused was limited.

Under the suppression of our own hand grenades and precise shooting, more and more Japanese soldiers crossed the river and reached the river bank.

"Yo Xi! The Chinese are almost running out of ammunition." Masaki Maeda, who was lying less than 300 meters away from the front line, with a menstrual belt wrapped around his forehead to show his bravery but an extra helmet, showed excitement on his face.

If everything goes well, he will finally not have to set foot in that dangerous place.

What Colonel Kanda said about asking him to lead the supervising team to the battlefield really scared him to the point of peeing. He was a major, a future general of the Japanese Empire, how could he die in a foreign land like those big-headed soldiers?

Although he has never actually led a charge, the Japanese Army Major has seen it with his own eyes. Leading a charge looks awesome and gives a sense of national pride, but the chance of the officer leading the team being targeted is also extremely high, 100%

The mortality rate of thirty makes my balls shiver just thinking about it.

"Order, charge!" In order to prevent himself from setting foot in that area, Maeda Masaki issued a military order for the entire army to charge.

He was too eager to settle the issue in a battle.

"On board!" Nearly four hundred Japanese infantrymen stood up under the sound of sirens at the rear, raised their guns, shouted slogans, and used their short legs to exert force.

"Hit me!" Stingy old Zhou also fired a signal bomb at the same time.

"Dong dong dong!" A voice sounded on the battlefield that frightened both China and Japan.

"Old Zhou is really stingy! He didn't come up with his capital until now, but now it will be enough for the Japanese to have a drink!" The scar on Zhao's forehead in the distance twitched slightly.


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