Chapter 584 But the outside is strong and the middle is hard!
Hearing the sergeant's roar, the eight Sichuan soldiers crawled out of the individual bunker almost subconsciously and unscrewed the back cover of the grenade hidden under them.
He pulled off the drawstring and threw it down the mountain with all his strength.
Four submachine guns also started firing.
When they are still far away from the top of the mountain, the two infantry platoons of the Jingan Army can certainly maintain a skirmish line with a width of 200 meters. But as they get closer and closer to the top of the mountain, naturally, the width of the line will never exceed
100 meters, that also means that the horizontal distance between each soldier is only one or two meters, which seems a bit too dense.
Bullets from four submachine guns flew over, and the first reaction of all the soldiers was naturally to lie down, but dodging the bullets did not mean that they could dodge the grenades.
The anti-German long-handled grenades that are standard in the Chinese army can originally be thrown much farther than round grenades due to the lever principle. Now they are so condescending that even the eight Sichuan soldiers who were frightened by the grenade could only
It exerts 70 to 80 percent of its combat effectiveness, which is enough to throw it more than thirty meters away.
That’s just right!
The first wave of 8 grenades really hit the lying Jing'an Army soldiers.
However, except for one or two that exploded on the spot, many more did not explode immediately and just emitted blue smoke.
But that, for the soldiers of the Jing'an Army who had no time to secretly call themselves lucky, it was even more cruel psychological torture.
If it were a truly strong army, for example, the sergeant of the Second Company of the Independent Battalion would use his body as a shield for his comrades, or even worse, he would pick up the grenade and throw it away.
But for the vast majority of these former "Chinese" who joined the Jing'an Army, their purpose of joining the army was just to make a living. As they ate, they suddenly realized that the food was very delicious, except for being secretly poked.
Backbone, who on the surface is not afraid of them? Even those wealthy locals who didn't even look at them in the past have to bow their heads when they look at them. They can get military pay and get psychological satisfaction, but they are determined.
He followed Li Shoushan, a big traitor, all the way to the dark side.
But obviously, throughout the history of the world, there has never been a strong army without spiritual beliefs.
Just like the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry across the European continent, their belief is: Under the blue sky, everything is Mongolian pasture; even the Japanese, the reason why they can be brave and not afraid of death is the samurai DAO spirit that has been passed down for thousands of years.
The result of brainwashing over and over again.
Faced with a life-and-death crisis, the puppet army, which had shown great determination in the attack, gave up. No one dared to pick up the grenade that was smoking blue and was about to cause the howl of death. Instead, they all screamed at the other side.
Roll on one side.
It was not until two or three seconds later that the grenade exploded with a delay of five or six seconds. This also caused most of the soldiers of the Jing'an Army to escape this wave of grenade attacks.
But they didn't notice that because of their panicked evasion, the originally sparse formation became denser.
From a distance, it looks like a disturbed insect, squirming instinctively into a ball.
It seems that only the temperature of their companions can make them feel warm.
The temperature of the blood is definitely higher than the body surface temperature. Their subconscious choice was not wrong.
"Keep it in your hand for two seconds before throwing it away!" Seeing that the first wave of grenade attacks were not effective, the sergeant's eyes were filled with blood. He roared angrily, dropped the submachine gun, and fired the grenade in front of him that had unscrewed its back cover.
Let the blue smoke sizzle in your hands until three seconds later before throwing it forward with all your strength.
The other three soldiers from the guard platoon all threw the grenades in front of them in the manner of a squad deputy.
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army knew that they could only listen to the command of the sergeant in front of them. Once the Japanese Japs rushed up, everyone would die. They could only grit their teeth, hold their breath and say in their hearts, 'One, two, three!
'Throw the grenade again.
A Sichuan soldier might have been so panicked that he held the grenade in his hand for more than 4 seconds before throwing it out in a hurry.
Fortunately, this batch of grenades replenished by the Ministry of Military Affairs were all imitations from the Gongxian Arsenal and were of excellent quality. If they were made by some small workshop and the fuses were not so regular, the Sichuan Army soldier might have been blown into a bloody gourd long ago.
Most of the dozen or so grenades thrown in this round exploded immediately upon landing, but at least three of them completed frightening air explosions.
The effect of three clouds of gunpowder smoke exploding in the air was much brighter than the fireworks during the Chinese New Year. The air waves visible to the naked eye directly cut off the tree crowns, but the most deadly thing was the shrapnel.
Without the earth to block it, the shrapnel from the three airburst bombs shot out almost 360 degrees without any blind spots.
There was a scream below.
In this round of more than a dozen grenades, at least a dozen Jingan soldiers were killed or injured. Some of them were unfortunately hit by shrapnel in the aorta. The bloody ones could fly several meters away and landed on the pale Jing'an.
The soldier's face felt warm.
Of course, what is more exciting than the warm blood is the screams that are comparable to those in a slaughterhouse.
"Come on, charge forward!" Captain Jing'an Army looked at this scene and finally realized that he had stepped into a trap.
The high ground with grenades constantly thrown in front of them was a trap, but the most deadly thing was not them, but the slope that seemed far away from the battlefield.
The Chinese actually laid an ambush there in advance and defeated the grenade team they sent so that they could not suppress the high ground in front of them. This also allowed the soldiers on the high ground to throw grenades from behind the fortifications and bunkers without restraint.
The reason why they did not wait for the grenade team to be ready to attack was to allow the two infantry platoons to get closer to the position and completely enter their grenade attack range. Even for this, they would rather endure the consequences of several waves of grenade attacks.
casualties.
To be able to complete such perfect tactics, the Chinese commanders on the highlands were not only ruthless and ruthless, but more importantly, what kind of tacit understanding and trust there must be between the defenders in the mountains and the soldiers on the highlands!
The Chinese defenders on the highlands would rather trade casualties for prey and step into the trap. The Chinese defenders in the mountains could obviously attack in advance but they just kept silent. They waited until the gunshots on the top of the mountain rang out before attacking the grenade launchers that could suppress the positions on the top of the mountain.
The soldiers attacked.
The clearer my mind is, the more frightened I feel.
The opponent in front of him was on a completely different level than the army he encountered before.
But the current battle situation is already too difficult for this Jing'an Army captain.
If he retreats now, he will get nothing but carrying a large number of wounded and dead bodies back. If not, he will be sued by the battalion commander who has always disliked him and lose his position as company commander. Waiting for his company
There are so many people holding thrones.
The only way to change this ending is to attack.
He bet that the Chinese, who had not many troops on the mountain top, did not have that many grenades. Based on his previous experience in the Northeastern Army, carrying four grenades per person was already the limit.
This person can be regarded as a decisive person. Seeing the exploding grenades being thrown continuously from the top of the mountain, he not only did not order a retreat, but instead issued a desperate attack order. He also sent an infantry squad to the reserve infantry platoon.
Among the attacking troops, there was another infantry squad that naturally went to the hillside to support the grenadier soldiers who were being attacked, while the last infantry squad disappeared into the woods after his whispered order.
The fighting was in full swing on the top of the mountain, and there was also fighting on the other side of the hillside. The grenadiers and a squad of infantry were not lambs to be slaughtered. The constant sound of gunshots and explosions showed that they were also fighting fiercely.
This also means that the infantry company commander of the Jing'an Army, who fought tooth and nail, bet all his chips.
He just barely succeeded.
Although he miscalculated the number of grenades carried by the defenders on the mountain top, the Sichuan soldiers were required to carry at least 6 grenades each before setting off, and some even carried 8 grenades. Six consecutive rounds of grenades were thrown into the forest, nearly a hundred of them.
The explosion of the grenade blew up the original dense forest.
Not to mention the casualties caused to the Jing'an Army, there were at least thirty people lying in a pool of blood wailing, and more than twenty people who didn't even make a sound.
The battered Jing'an troops were driven back by the captain's company commander brandishing a pistol, and they were driven back by three consecutive waves of charges, only to be beaten back by four submachine guns.
However, as the density of grenade throwing decreased, the gunshots and explosions on the other side of the hillside still showed that the battle situation there was in a stalemate, and the Jingan Army, which still had 60 or 70 troops, finally saw the dawn of victory.
They crawled patiently in the grass, trying their best to move upward. The shots from four submachine guns and several other rifles could no longer stop their progress. When they were closer to five meters, they could throw hand grenades into the vast expanse of land just by raising their arms.
In the fortification area made of stones, even if they are just thrown in front of the stones, they can block the sight of those damn Chinese defenders.
"Come on!" Captain Jing'an's eyes flashed with madness.
The heavy casualties had told him that regardless of success or failure, he had actually lost this battle.
His previous thoughts about showing off in front of the major general and brigade commander were gone from his mind. Now he just wanted to attack this position and kill those Chinese soldiers.
This is not a desire to win, nor is it a revenge for his subordinates, it is purely an obsession after a beautiful dream has been shattered.
More than a dozen grenades were thrown out by the Jing'an Army and exploded a few meters in front of the position. Smoke mixed with air waves and mud enveloped the front of the position.
Dozens of Jing'an Army soldiers got up and ran upwards while firing. Although it was difficult, in just ten seconds, no, five seconds, they could rush into the small high ground that claimed dozens of their lives.
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"Ta-ta-ta!" Dozens of tongues of flames, more blazing than the four submachine guns on the high ground, swept over from the flanks of the mountain forest and swept down to the ground the two dozen Jing'an Army soldiers who were running hard along the hillside.
Lao Hei arrived, taking with him all the soldiers from the guard platoon on the right wing.
