The brutality of street fighting will always exceed your imagination.
Dragon Boat Festival avoided a frontal attack on the city under unfavorable circumstances, but could not escape the curse of street fighting.
On the city wall, after just one hour of fighting, only half of Wang Tong's battalion was left.
The corpses of the soldiers on the city wall had no time to be transported down, and they were one person tall.
Of course, the same is true for the Japanese side. The two sides are fighting on a narrow city wall. It can be said that marksmanship has almost no effect at this time. Even if a recruit holds a machine gun and mounts it on the bunker, as long as he does not shoot bullets into the sky,
Then you will definitely meet the devil.
But the Japanese are not fools. They will rely on the bunker to shoot. If there is no order from above to charge, then they hiding behind the bunker will be safe for the time being.
It's just that this kind of security won't last long before it will be broken.
Dragon Boat Festival wanted to seize the commanding heights on the east and west walls of the Japs, and the Japs did the same.
After the order was issued, the Japanese, under the cover of grenade launchers, once again launched a charge towards the Northeastern Army's position.
At this moment, grenades and machine guns have become the most murderous.
The sound of artillery fire continued, and the sound of machine gun fire was like roasting beans.
The Japanese soldiers shouting "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor" one by one, amidst the roar of machine guns, rushed like crazy towards the Northeastern Army on the opposite side of the position.
The Northeastern Army kept pulling the trigger amidst the Japanese artillery fire.
At this time, no one cared about where the enemy's artillery fire would cover. Everyone's eyes were red and they were making mechanical movements.
Because so many people died, the entire city wall seemed to be soaked in blood.
They interpreted what it means to have an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, and what the integrity of Chinese soldiers is!
"Our lives are here, little devil, if you have the guts, come and get it!"
The soldiers roared and stood up with machine guns to fire under the fierce fire.
The charging Japs were shot and fell to the ground one after another, while those who were not shot were also frightened by the Northeastern Army's aura of looking forward to death.
This battle lasted too long, but it was so short.
Short-term means that the time is short, from the beginning of the war to now, it is only about an hour and a half.
But to say it was too long is because at this time, the little devil actually felt as if he had lived for a long time.
Every minute they spend together feels like they have spent a year, or even a lifetime.
Of course, this is not surprising, because when the Japanese climbed onto the city wall, it was like entering the Shura Hell.
The battlefield here was different from anywhere else. On the city wall with a width of less than four meters, bullets flew across the city, and artillery shells also hit like hailstones.
The corpses of the Japanese on the city wall were as high as a person. When the Japanese climbed over the corpses and attacked, they felt as if they would fall off the city wall.
The timid Japanese were so frightened that their legs weakened, but despite the commander's shouts and curses, they still rushed forward.
This was a nightmare for these Japanese soldiers, but for Kitashirakawa Aoi, it was a numerical drain.
He was using the lives of Ito's soldiers to consume the Dragon Boat Festival troops because the prince felt that there were too many people in the city at this time.
He wanted to weaken the military strength of Dragon Boat Festival, and then the large army would be surrounded by water, leaving Dragon Boat Festival with no way to go to the sky or to the earth.
However, the Dragon Boat Festival was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He had already made preparations. When the Northeast Army replaced the machine gun company of the independent regiment and climbed the city wall, he ordered Wang Tong to use all the grenades and mortars of the entire regiment.
Transport them up, otherwise the remaining half of the Northeastern Army's battalion will not be able to withstand this wave of Japanese charges.
But even so, the Northeast Army suffered very heavy casualties. After many Japanese charges, one battalion only had one company left.
The troop establishment was almost wiped out, so Duanwu immediately mobilized another battalion of the Sichuan Army to support them.
The Northeastern Army was unwilling to retreat, and many soldiers cried and said that they could still fight.
Because this battle was so tragic. There were more than 300 people in the battalion, and after fighting for more than an hour, only more than 100 people, including wounded soldiers, withdrew from the walls of the East City and West City.
The Dragon Boat Festival ordered the Sichuan Army to dispatch a platoon to move the wounded soldiers.
But these wounded soldiers were sitting or lying under the south city gate and refused to leave.
Now that the war situation has entered a critical moment, although the deployment of a platoon may seem like a small number of troops, without this platoon, the little devil will lose a platoon of enemies.
What's more, their comrades-in-arms all died on the city wall, how could they just leave like this?
They will stay and watch this battle, and if necessary, they will even use their scarred bodies to fight the little devil again.
Facing such determined warriors, not even the Dragon Boat Festival could do anything. What's more, compared to the Japs, they were indeed slightly outnumbered. And if they hadn't succeeded in the surprise attack, I'm afraid there wouldn't be such a situation now.
Boom! Boom!
At this moment, a series of violent explosions came from the city wall again. A bloody battle for the city wall was still not over yet.
After the Sichuan Army replaced the Northeastern Army, they fought one after another. With machine guns still hot in their hands and bullets stained with the blood of the Northeastern Army, they fired desperately at the enemy.
The little devils launched a charge like crazy, obviously they had seen the decline of the Chinese army.
When the Northeastern Army just withdrew, the Japanese officers speculated that their enemies had suffered heavy casualties. If they could take advantage of the situation to take back the initiative on the east and west walls and drive the enemies on the walls all the way to the south wall, then the Chinese troops in the city would
Must retreat.
Otherwise, if they stand on the city wall, they can cover a large area of Chinese defense area below the city.
So the Japanese made a desperate move and charged regardless of the cost.
The Sichuan Army fought very fiercely. After the machine gun ran out of bullets, a soldier from the Sichuan Army rushed forward with a bayonet.
The two sides started a crazy hand-to-hand battle on the city wall.
The little devil's Type 38 rifle is long and has an absolute advantage in stabbing. But its length also has its weaknesses, that is, on the not-wide city wall, the Type 38 rifle is nearly 1.7 meters tall with a bayonet installed.
Some cannot stretch.
The Sichuan army seized this weakness and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese. They used their guns to deflect the opponent's bayonets and then engaged in close combat, attacking the enemy with their fists, feet and gun butts.
The advantage of the little Japanese's 38-type rifle was gone, so he could only drop the gun and use the most primitive method to fight the Sichuan army.
Combining fists and kicks, at close range, firearms are not as useful as a brick on the city wall.
But this is also the most brutal and bloody battle. Both sides of the war have blood-red eyes at this moment. Even a coward will be infected by the fighting atmosphere.
This infection is like a virus that spreads not only to your own people, but also to your enemies.
Everyone fell into a state of madness in this fight. They roared, then smashed each other's heads with various weapons that could be picked up, or picked up bloody bayonets from the ground and stabbed them repeatedly.
The other person’s belly.
The bright red blood was splattering, and the roar was until the throat was hoarse.
Life is gradually drying up with the sound of fighting, but the living people are still crazy. On the city wall of Bengbu, a hell on earth is being performed!