All Setouchi's luck was shattered the moment the second round of artillery shells hit 500 meters in front of his temporary headquarters, along with nearly a hundred Japanese infantry that were wiped out in ashes.
The senior officers of the 36th Infantry Brigade thought that the idiots in the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade would be killed by the Chinese, and also thought that the heavy artillery would be captured by the Chinese. They even made the worst assumption that the Chinese would
The heavy artillery was transported away.
But they never thought that the Chinese would bombard them with heavy artillery from a distance of more than 6,000 meters.
Artillery is not a rifle or a machine gun. Anyone who knows how to use it can use it. Artillerymen without enough actual combat experience, let alone hitting a target in the dark from 6,000 meters away, can shoot out artillery shells. They are all geniuses...
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Unfortunately, the facts are right in front of us. The Chinese not only captured heavy artillery, but also fired artillery. The most terrible thing is that they can fire accurately.
This absolutely impossible fact only came to light after the war. Those who put the cannonballs with their own hands came from their ethnic group.
This actually relieved the Japanese officers who survived the battle.
It’s better that the Chinese are not so magical.
There are traitors in China, but there are a few Japanese traitors in Japan. What’s so surprising?
A very strange perspective, but this is really Japanese.
"Evacuate! All troops evacuate!" Setouchi did not ask for instructions from Ushijima Mitsuru at all, but gave the decisive order the moment the fireball exploded from the 150 heavy artillery shells rising in the position.
Setouchi is decisive enough.
The Japanese infantry were not like the Chinese. At least they had a trench to avoid the raging air waves and flying shrapnel. Under such heavy artillery bombardment, they could only crawl in the wilderness and pray that they would not be so unlucky.
But the 36 shells fired by the six 150-meter heavy guns in six rounds covered such a wide area. Where could the frightened Japanese infantry just run away?
When a shell is struck, the killing radius exceeds 20 meters, and all living things within a radius of nearly a kilometer will die.
If the Japanese soldiers who were killed in the artillery fire could not tell others about the horror of heavy artillery, then those who survived the artillery fire can definitely tell you how dark the psychological shadow of heavy artillery is on people.
Potato may be one of the soldiers closest to death in the entire defense line.
He had already shrunk his body as much as possible according to the tactical requirements passed down from the company, folded his hands on his chest, kept his back and chest away from the trench wall, and stuffed cotton tightly in his ears.
But when a deafening loud noise penetrated the cotton and entered the cochlea, and the ears were already filled with dizzy screams, the trenches seemed to be shaking, making the whole person feel as if they were on a small boat in the stormy waves.
The wind, so hot that it hurt the skin, roared over the head, and the trench twisted violently again, almost throwing the soldiers out of the trench. The ensuing collapse was far greater than the Japanese army's previous shelling with 75 mountain artillery.
"Bah!" Tudou, who had his mouth wide open, was filled with a mouthful of sand, and his body was covered with soil like a clay figure.
"Oh my god! What a stupid artillery!" Tudou, who was desperately spitting out the sand in his mouth, couldn't help but curse.
Then, a lump of water was poured directly on the cursing soldier, and he was given a bath from head to toe. The soldier who was stunned by the water stared blankly in front of him.
A chopstick-long white fish twisted feebly in front of him.
What's going on? God gave me free baths and gave me fish as a midnight snack? Because I scolded the artillerymen?
"Ouch! It's so cold in Te Liang!" Tudou shook his head and took off his soaked military uniform, then wrapped it in a Japanese military coat stained with blood, which he picked up when he was picking up guns and bullets in front of the position.
The spoils of return.
It was a woolen military coat that was standard only for the rank and file of the Japanese Army. It was excellent in keeping out the cold. Its original owner was skinned into a bald pig and froze in the autumn wind, turning as pale as a dead pig.
The so-called nobility can only be worthless in the face of death.
The water falling from the sky like this is certainly not God's fault. It was caused by a cannonball that happened to fall in the creek in front of the trench line.
Tons of water and fish in the water were sent high into the sky by the energy stirred up by the shell explosion. The river that could have blocked the Japanese army's advance was completely exposed to the wet river bed, leaving a huge crater in the river bed.
For more than ten seconds, the river was in a state of cessation. It was not until the river water came back and filled the crater that it was roughly restored to its appearance before the explosion.
Separated by more than 30 meters and protected by trenches, Tudou was almost sent away by this artillery shell that could cut off the current, let alone the Japanese infantry lying in the wilderness.
Just from this shell, several Japanese infantrymen who were more than 100 meters away from the center of the explosion were hit by the crazy air wave and vomited blood, and several others were shaken from the ground where they were lying.
He was several dozen centimeters above the ground, then lay on the ground groaning in pain.
Even if he won't die for a while, his internal organs will be shocked and he will lose his ability to move and fight.
Under the power of such terrifying heavy artillery, it would be strange if the Japanese infantry were not blown away to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers.
That is to say, the terrain here is open, and more than a thousand Japanese infantry troops are scattered on a battlefield of nearly 100,000 square meters. Otherwise, even with this round of artillery, half of the Japanese troops on the front line would be eliminated.
After the war, according to the statistics of the 36th Infantry Brigade, more than 300 infantrymen were killed or injured by this miraculous precision bombardment by the Chinese. If Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi hadn't been decisive enough in ordering the retreat, even one minute at night, the casualties would have doubled.
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According to this reasoning, Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi is definitely the senior officer with the best performance in the 36th Infantry Brigade that night. Even if he is looking for a general among dwarfs and a frog among toads, Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi should still receive a commendation.
It is a pity that this Army Lieutenant Colonel and Staff Officer, who performed well on the battlefield, is really unlucky.
The decisive Lieutenant Colonel and Chief of Staff of the 36th Infantry Brigade was not only decisive under military orders, but he also ran very fast.
However, he saved many imperial officers and soldiers, but lost his own life.
This also comes from Pang Panghai’s observation of the battlefield.
Pang Dahai was probably the craziest guy on the entire defense line. The air waves caused by the heavy artillery shells did not make the round-headed army captain hide in the trenches, but instead became the accompaniment and fireworks for his dance.
"Haha, I'm right, just fight like this and kill this son of a bitch." Pang Dahai danced excitedly in the trench and yelled.
Leng Feng, who was more than ten meters away from him, could see cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Damn it, he met a ruthless person again, and he was an artilleryman.
Really, Leng Feng was sure that the fat guy in front of him was the most powerful artilleryman he had ever encountered in his life.
In the hand-to-hand battle more than 20 minutes ago, he was the first to rush into the Japanese infantry group. He saw this lively fat man at a glance. He didn't hold anything in his hands. He just pinched the neck of a Japanese infantryman with both hands and fought hard with his hands and feet against his opponent.
While kicking and beating him, the fat man took his fat head, which was slightly larger than an ordinary person, and hit the Japanese infantry in the face hard.
Once, twice, three times, four or five times, the Japanese infantrymen did not stop until they were completely limp and had urine and feces flowing out of them.
Leng Feng looked at the fat man whose face and head were covered with blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own blood or his opponent's blood, and he had already defined this man in his heart as "this is a ruthless character".
But I didn't expect that this fat guy had already reached the sky. On the battlefield where air waves and shrapnel were flying everywhere, he was still holding a broken telescope and dancing excitedly. This was because he was afraid that he would not die!
Leng Fengman moved in the direction of the crazy fat man, intending to seize the opportunity and knock him down in the trench. He admired this fat colleague at the same level as himself from the bottom of his heart, and never wanted him to be hit by unpredictable shrapnel because he was too excited.
Get rid of it.
However, before he could take action, Pang Dahai took the initiative to regain his composure.
"Hey, the stupid Japanese want to run away!" Pang Dahai suddenly lay down on the edge of the trench, calmly looking at the battlefield with a telescope.
In the shadow of the shining artillery fire on the battlefield, the Japanese infantry kept running and then crawling, but the distance kept getting farther and farther. Wasn't it meant to run?
"Six rounds of rapid fire are completed. The artillery fire extends to 600 meters, no, 800 meters. Continue six rounds of rapid fire!" The artillery captain regained his composure and roared loudly. The telegraph operator sitting in the trench next to him immediately put on his earphones to send a message.
Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi's life was left in the hands of this crazy yet calm fat man on the Chinese side.
Timely orders, accurate coordinates, and the skill of the Japanese artillery were all reasons for sending Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi, who was running wildly on short legs in the wilderness, to heaven.
A shell exploded 20 meters to the left of more than 20 running Japanese soldiers.
Unfortunately, this is a group of people from the frontline headquarters of the 36th Infantry Brigade, including five combat staff officers, telegraph operators, signal corpsmen, and infantry escorts. Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi is also among them.
The group is destroyed!
Ushijima Mitsuru, who was still further away, finally mounted his big white horse.
If he didn't run faster, he might not even have a chance to be shot coldly.
Riding a white horse without a sword, the once high-spirited major general commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade looked at the artillery fire in the distance with a look of sadness on his face.
