The completely cruel attack method was an extremely torturous process for the officers and soldiers of both China and Japan.
The Japanese army was not without cowardice. Some people broke down emotionally on the battlefield where their companions were injured and died one after another, and their flesh and blood were bloody. They turned around and fled frantically.
But the Japanese infantry squadron leader at the rear was extremely ruthless under the death threat issued by Masane Kanda.
The two light machine guns erected in front of the last wave of infantry did not become suppressive firepower to support the infantry, but were specifically used to kill deserters who dared to escape from the front line.
The Japanese infantry turned around and fled no more than twenty meters before they were mowed down by their colleagues from behind with machine guns.
"Anyone who disobeys military orders and leaves the battlefield without authorization will be treated as a deserter!" the Japanese captain shouted in the darkness with blood-red eyes.
To advance is to die, and to retreat is also to be accused of being a deserter. Not only will the pension be unavailable, but the family will be humiliated. The Japanese army, which has completely cut off their retreat, can only grit their teeth and move forward.
Some fired a few shots at the figures in the Chinese trenches illuminated by flares, and were knocked down by the crazy rain of bullets; some only threw a grenade, and were splashed by delay grenades thrown from above.
The pieces exploded into a sieve.
Just ten minutes.
The Japanese troops laid out nearly a hundred corpses on both sides of the attack positions.
That's the total strength of nearly two infantry squads.
However, their deaths are not meaningless.
The power of Japanese grenades is not great, but the flying shrapnel can also bring the cold death.
The guard battalion led by Major Scar was already the elite of the 108th Division. All members were equipped with steel helmets, but they could not stop the nearly fifty grenades thrown by the Japanese within 20 meters within ten minutes.
More than 60% of the soldiers in the front-line positions were injured or killed by fragments from the explosion of Japanese melon grenades.
"The third squadron is stationed in the frontline trenches. Come with me to replace your Platoon Leader Zhou and the brothers from the first squadron and the second squadron." Major Scar watched helplessly as only five or six figures were still shaking in the frontline trenches in front of him, and he was in pain.
The final decision was made.
This is the last reserve force in his hands. Investing in this infantry squad means that he has no more strength left.
Being forced to devote the last effort was not the main reason that made the Army Major's heart bleed, but that the two infantry squads were almost exhausted in just ten minutes.
If he keeps playing at this pace, in ten minutes at most, his rows and rows will be finished.
Not just one row.
The second platoon located on the side position, based on the density of gunfire, the intensity of the attack they encountered may not be weaker than here. The third platoon on the other side may not be as strong as the Japanese attack on these two sides, but the company as the battalion commander
Major Scar didn't dare to draw troops from them.
The principle is the same as in Songjiang City. Even though the Japanese over there are not as willing to attack as the two sides, you don't know when they will turn into a strong attack. Maybe, they will wait for the moment when your troops are empty.
An infantry company may not last half an hour.
Major Scar led his last available guard squad of 13 people along the traffic trench and rushed into the front line trench.
Looking around, the trenches were full of fallen dark gray military uniforms, which made my heart even more painful.
The soldiers ignored this and entered the vacant fighting positions one after another, shooting downwards.
The major bent down and pulled them one by one. If there were still some alive, they had to be taken to the second line of trenches at the back.
Although he didn't know the final outcome of this battle, at least he couldn't let his brothers be blown up by grenades that fell into the trench while they were still breathing.
However, he was disappointed. He tried to pull ten people in succession, but all of them were weak and there was no response.
Here, there are no wounded. As long as they can still move, they will continue to fight until they are hit by shrapnel again or until a wound that cannot be blocked leaves the blood in the body empty.
The Japanese retreat and die, and the Chinese retreat and die, just like two bulls with red eyes in a bullring. If they still want to live and breathe preciously, they have to kill each other.
"Where is your platoon leader?" Major Scar pulled over a soldier who crawled over and rummaged through the bodies of his comrades in search of magazines. "Let him take you to carry the wounded to the back first!"
"Wounded?" The soldier raised his head and looked at his livid-faced battalion commander. Under the cold white light of the flare, the soldier's face, which was darkened by gunpowder smoke, showed a trace of sadness. "There are wounded here. The platoon leader said that all of them can breathe.
You have to fight the devils."
"Bastard, Chow Tai Fook is a piece of shit, you are being reckless!" Major Scar almost burst out of anger. "Go and find that piece of shit from Chow Tai Fook!"
Tears flashed in the soldier's eyes, and he pointed not far away: "Platoon leader, where is he!"
Where the soldier pointed, there was no one fighting, but there was a figure wearing clothes and sitting quietly in the trench with his legs crossed.
Was he injured? Major Scar's heart skipped a beat, and he bent over and walked quickly for a few meters. Then, his figure suddenly froze.
The person sitting there had blood on his head and face. He couldn't recognize him at all. He didn't have his legs crossed, but both legs were missing. A military uniform covered his chest, and he was so quiet.
Leaning against the earthen wall of the trench.
Extremely quiet!
The battlefield where the fierce fighting was still taking place seemed to be unable to disturb him.
Trembling, Major Scar pulled open the military uniform covering his chest, revealing the rank of second lieutenant on the collar of the uniform that had been blackened by smoke.
Tears suddenly overflowed from Major Scar's eyes.
If it wasn't for his military rank that made him certain, how could he believe that the one-meter-long remains in front of him were the platoon leader of the sharp knife platoon of his guard battalion, the tall Northeastern man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall!
He shouldn't die here, at least, not so quickly! He is the pacesetter of the entire 108th Division in the competition. Especially his marksmanship is the best in the entire guard battalion. He has just been promoted from sergeant squad leader to second lieutenant in less than half a year.
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"The platoon leader died for the brothers. In order to increase the lethality, the Japanese tied several grenades with ropes and threw them together. The platoon leader got down on him out of desperation for the sake of the two brothers next to him." The soldiers on the side couldn't help crying.
Own.
No wonder the 1.8-meter-tall tall man turned into a "dwarf". No wonder his soldiers wrapped his chest with military uniforms.
Because, they were all blown up!
Major Scar gritted his teeth and gently re-covered the military uniform of his sharp knife platoon leader. His eyes were filled with blood. After a long while, he shouted in a low voice: "Go, pass my order, everyone, take the brothers with you."
, retreat to the second-line trenches!”
"What?" The soldier thought there was something wrong with his ears and stared at his battalion commander, dumbfounded.
"What are you still waiting for? Go notify everyone, take the brothers, and evacuate to the second-line trenches for me!" Major Scar suddenly yelled.
"Yo Xi! The Chinese are finally weak." A hint of relief finally appeared on the cold face of the Japanese captain who received the news from the front. "Order the front to continue the attack, and the 3rd Infantry Squadron sent two squads to support!"
At this point, in the position faced by Major Scar, a Japanese infantry squadron had deployed 150 troops.
He had less than 20 soldiers under his command, and the Japanese army captain opposite also had only an infantry squad of 15 people.
Some soldiers provided fire cover, and some soldiers were responsible for carrying the bodies and a few two or three wounded. The front-line trenches were finally abandoned.
The Japanese army finally broke into the trenches after testing several times.
Although there was no one there, that was the result they had spent dozens of people trying to achieve.
"Onboard!" the Japanese soldiers cheered and rushed into the trenches.
As many as 70 Japanese soldiers rushed into the fifty-meter-wide trench. The other two infantry squads entered the battlefield late and advanced toward the battlefield while being shot at by Chinese soldiers from time to time.
"Since you like grenades so much, let me give you a taste of the power of large grenades!" Major Scar in the second-line trench looked at the Japanese army about to move 30 meters away with a cold look.
At his feet were seven or eight large bags tied with ropes, with a lot of fresh soil on them, as if they had just been dug out of the earth.
