Chapter Ninety-Eight: This belly is definitely cut!
From the field of view of the telescope, I saw the poisonous gas spreading on the hillside. There was no movement on the eight roads, and Kuroshima Morita sneered again and again.
The exposed heavy machine gun is still there, which means that the Eighth Route Army is still there. Given the poverty of the Eighth Route Army, they will never give up such a good heavy machine gun when they escape.
Under such a strong poisonous gas, the so-called wet towels and garlic on the Eighth Route Army had no effect at all.
If you wait another minute or two at most, all the eight soldiers will be poisoned, and then the cavalry can go up to harvest the corn.
Kuroshima Morita estimated that the Eighth Route Army used so many machine guns and machine gun ammunition, which probably cost most of the main force of the Eighth Route 129th Division's wealth, right?
In this battle, the machine gunners and machine guns of the 129th Division, the main force of the Eighth Route Army, were put into one pot. Let’s see what else the Eighth Route Army in the Taihang bandit area can do to fight against the imperial army?
It seems that there is no need to commit seppuku. Not only is there no need to commit seppuku, General Yoshio Shinozuka also has to buy me a drink in person.
Kuroshima Morita breathed a sigh of relief, with a proud expression on his face: "Order the Guards and the Second Cavalry Squadron to prepare for the attack!"
After receiving the order, the Japanese cavalrymen went to the cavalry artillery squadron to receive gas masks.
Gas masks are also very precious to the Japanese. They are carried by the cavalry artillery squadron, and the entire Black Island Regiment only has more than 200 gas masks.
In addition to the more than 150 cavalrymen from the 2nd Cavalry Squadron, Black Island's personal guards sent out another 50 people, and these 200 people quickly formed an attack force.
Although people can wear gas masks to prevent the poisonous gas from being inhaled into the lungs, they cannot put gas masks on the military horses. The military horses will also be infected after inhaling the poisonous gas, so this time the little devils can only attack on foot.
The little devils were very excited because they thought they were only going to put on gas masks to harvest the heads of eight people.
Kuroshima Morita drew out his samurai sword with a swish sound and pointed toward the eight-way machine gun position ahead: "Attack!"
Wearing gas masks, carrying cavalry swords on their waists, and carrying rifles, the little devils ran excitedly toward the machine gun positions on the Eighth Route.
"Haaaagu!"
"Haaaagu!"
The deputy squadron leader of the 2nd Cavalry Squadron waved the command knife in his hand with a ferocious expression.
On the machine gun position of the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
When the poison gas became a little thin, Li Yunlong, wearing a gas mask, quietly poked half of his head out, raised his telescope and looked down the slope.
About 200 Japs wearing gas masks rushed towards the machine gun position with rifles in hand, and had already entered within 500 meters.
Li Yunlong sneered, the Japanese were just rushing to kill him.
Retreating behind the slope, Li Yunlong said to Zhang Dabiao: "Soldiers, don't be anxious. Put the Japanese 30 meters away before fighting!"
Zhang Dabiao immediately said to the soldiers next to him: "Put the Japanese 30 meters deep and then fight."
Speaking loudly might alert the Japanese 200 meters away, so the order was passed on one to one.
No one can guarantee that there were no wounded soldiers among the Japanese cavalry number 500 who were shot. It is very possible that the Japanese hid behind the belly of the horse after falling off the horse and could not be shot by the machine gun.
But at this time, the soldiers were all wearing gas masks, and the sound transmission effect was not very good, so the order was not being transmitted correctly.
Soldier Fifteen: "Sway the Japanese 30 meters in and then fight."
Soldier Thirty: "The enemy will attack after entering 3 meters."
Soldier 41: "The devils will come in and fight again."
Soldier Fifty: "The enemy is fighting."
Soldier 51: "???"
Zhao Gang wore a gas mask and carried a sniper rifle, and bowed to Li Yunlong: "Old Li, soldiers who inhale poisonous gas have basically lost their combat effectiveness."
"The soldiers' lives are not in danger, right?" Li Yunlong asked in a cold tone.
"It doesn't look life-threatening, but several soldiers are vomiting and have difficulty breathing. I have sent people to take them to a safe place in the rear."
"These sons of bitches are still doing the same thing. If they can't beat them, they'll use poison gas..." Li Yunlong's tone was still cold. Li Yunlong hated the Japs for using poison gas in battle. When the Japs used this trick in the early days, the Eighth Route Army didn't know what it was.
Damn it, the soldiers were caught off guard and got hit a lot.
"That old devil from Black Island will probably never think that our new second regiment is also equipped with a large number of gas masks." Zhang Dabiao sneered, his tone disdainful.
While talking in a low voice, the Japanese had already entered 400 meters away from the machine gun position.
The 400-meter position was the barrage interception zone. It was here that all the Japanese cavalry who tried to turn around and escape were shot dead.
As Li Yunlong expected, Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive continued to stand up quickly from the ground or behind the corpses of military horses and join the Japanese offensive team.
"Commander, political commissar, you see, all the Japanese wounded soldiers have joined in." Zhang Dabiao said in a low voice.
"Just in time to catch the little devil in one pot!" Zhao Gang said in a cold voice, pulling the bolt of the Type 97 sniper rifle in his hand and pushing the bullet into the chamber.
Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang in surprise, this intellectual was quite murderous.
As the Japs continued to advance rapidly, at least a dozen little Japs who were lucky enough to survive crawled out from the pile of corpses to join the team.
The poison gas gradually became thinner under the wind, and the little Japs holding rifles were also quickly approaching the machine gun positions.
100 metres.
50 meters.
30.
"Fire!" Li Yunlong shouted when he saw the Japanese entering the 30-meter position, and at the same time pressed the firing pressure of the Maxim heavy machine gun.
Gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw... Accompanied by the shaking of the heavy machine gun, the tractor-like Maxim heavy machine gun roared continuously and rapidly, long tongues of flame burst out from the muzzle, and bullets sprayed out from the muzzle like a fountain.
The eggshells fell to the ground with a splash.
Putting the charging Japanese cavalry on horseback within 30 meters is undoubtedly courting death, but the dismounted Japanese cavalry is equivalent to infantry. This distance is equivalent to putting the barrel of a light and heavy machine gun against the Japanese's forehead and shooting.
The moment the Maxim heavy machine gun sounded, the soldiers wearing gas masks set up the machine guns on their positions almost at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, machine guns of various types sounded like exploding beans.
The swarming Japanese soldiers noticed something was wrong the moment they heard the sound of gunshots, but it was already too late.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The rain of bullets as dense as locusts poured in, and there was no way to avoid it. The Japanese who was shot twitched and fell down as if he had been electrocuted.
The machine gun bullets turned into a sieve of blood.
They were really beaten to a bloody sieve. Many Japanese were hit by more than a dozen machine gun bullets in an instant. Some Japanese were hit in the head by two machine gun bullets at the same time, and half of their heads were cut off. It looked extremely scary.
Although the Japanese cavalry were also equipped with light and heavy machine guns, at such a close distance and with such powerful firepower, there was no chance of firing the machine guns.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers in front of them falling down one by one like withered grass encountering sharp scythes, the Japanese soldiers behind them panicked and looked for cover in panic to avoid the oncoming reaper.
But what made the Japanese desperate was that they couldn't even find a rock bunker where they were, so they had to lie down on the spot and beg for bullets not to hit them.
In less than a minute, all the little Japs who swarmed over wearing gas masks and carrying rifles were shot to the ground, and no one escaped.
When Kuroshima Morita saw this scene through the telescope, he was stunned and motionless like a sculpture.
His face was pale, and his expression and eyes were full of disbelief.
I thought it was a harvesting game, but I didn't expect it to be a harvesting game.
In just one morning, the elite of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment was basically destroyed. In the end, there were only less than 300 cavalry left in the communications team, guard team and cavalry artillery squadron.
I'm afraid this belly is definitely cut... Kuroshima Morita looked at his belly and couldn't help but shudder.
"Huh?" Kuroshima Morita's body was shaky and he almost fell off his military horse.
"Captain, all the machine gunners on the 8th Route are equipped with gas masks. Our chemical bombs have no effect." Tsuneo Suzuki said.
"Baga!" Kuroshima Morita's face darkened: "Suzuki-kun, I'm not blind. Do I need you to report?"
Suzuki Tsuneo did not dare to speak.
He was also extremely dissatisfied with Hei Dao. If he had listened to my suggestion and called the aviation force to remove the machine gun positions on the Eighth Route, what would have happened?
No matter how bad it is, ordinary artillery shells can still plow the machine gun positions of the Eighth Route Army. Now there is really no hope of a comeback.
In addition to Kuroshima Morita's guards, Masao Yano and the Japs from the cavalry artillery squadron looked at Kuroshima Morita with some subtle changes in their eyes.
Although the Japanese soldiers did not say anything, their expressions and eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction.
This is how fighting is, no matter whether your tactical command is appropriate or not, as long as you win, you are the god of war and a hero.
On the other hand, if you lose the fight, you will be the one to blame.
Kuroshima Morita felt the subtle changes in the eyes and expressions of the cavalry, but he had no time to think about it. The anger of revenge and shame burning burned his entire chest.
"Fire at the Eighth Route Machine Gun Position immediately!"
"Shoot all the cannonballs!"
"Blow them all to death!"
Kuroshima Morita looked ferocious, waving his command sword and roaring.
Suzuki Tsuneo sighed, "What's the use of firing all the artillery shells now? The Eighth Route Army knows that you can no longer organize an attack. Will their machine gunners still be bombarded on the position?"
Masao Yano was dissatisfied, but Morita Kuroshima was the captain after all, and orders must still be carried out.
"Haha Gu, get ready to fire!"
The mortar's shooting parameters are adjusted, but the ammunition box needs to be reopened.
The Japanese artillerymen of the cavalry artillery squadron immediately began to be busy again.
However, the artillery company of the new regiment was one step ahead of the Japanese cavalry artillery squadron.
The Japanese abandoned their horses and launched an attack. The horses broke free and scattered in all directions. The cavalry formation blocking the Japanese mortar position was gone.
As the poison gas was blown away, observers from the artillery company used binoculars to see the Japanese mortar positions.
Just when the Japanese artillery was busy, a 60mm mortar shell, with a unique whistling sound, fell from the top of the Japanese's head and landed not far from the Japanese artillery position, raising a large mud mist and crashing - falling gravel.