Chapter 0577 An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood!
Just when the Zhongshan Japs were asking for help, Colonel Fujimura, captain of the Japanese 23rd Regiment, was leading two infantry brigades, one artillery brigades, and two machine gun squadrons to storm Baijia Town.
A Japanese artillery brigade aimed at the Baijia Town position and the city wall and bombarded them indiscriminately.
The Japanese artillery shells were fired at the Chinese positions as if they were free of charge.
70mm caliber mortars, 80mm caliber mortars, even 100mm caliber mortars.
There were more than sixty mortars of various sizes, and large-caliber 75mm mountain cannons were also pushed to the front of the formation by the Japanese.
Four 75mm mountain guns are enough to destroy any kind of fortifications, including the city gate of Baijia Town.
The defense facilities outside the city were also flattened by more than 20 centimeters in this round of artillery fire, with the deepest part reaching half a meter.
Under the almost crazy bombardment of the Japanese, the defenders outside the city also suffered a large number of casualties. Many people were buried in bomb shelters.
The lucky ones who survived were gouging their comrades with their hands.
But at this moment, the little devil seized the opportunity and launched a charge towards the position.
At this moment, almost all the surviving soldiers were caught in a dilemma. Should they continue to save their comrades, or block the enemy's attack?
"The devils are coming!"
The urgent roar made them tearfully give up rescue and continue to return to their combat posts to shoot at the swarming enemies.
The enemy's attack was very crazy. The Japanese's two infantry squadrons divided into left and right wings and launched a group charge towards the Chinese position.
And in order to capture Baijia Town in one fell swoop, the Japanese organized a death squad.
The maniac-like devil took off his shirt in the cold winter, tore off the strips of his shirt and tied them around his head.
In order to show his loyalty, he bit off his index finger and put a piece of red plaster on his head.
The Long Live Charge began. With guns in hand, this group of Japanese soldiers jumped out from the temporary bunker two hundred meters away and rushed toward the Chinese position like wild dogs on the loose.
Although the defenders were still resisting tenaciously, under the double crushing force of quantity and quality, the troops outside the city were no longer able to resist.
They were not as numerous as the Japs. This time the Japs used two infantry squadrons and a heavy machine gun squadron to fire continuously at the defenders on the city wall.
The city wall had just been bombarded by Japanese artillery shells and many crenellations were gone.
In some places, red blood is still slowly flowing down from the cracks in the bricks on the city wall.
In the recent artillery attack, the defenders on the city wall were also seriously damaged, and at least thirty people were killed.
The survivors wiped away the tears from their eyes and continued to fight the Japanese.
But the Japanese machine gun bullets came like raindrops.
They wanted to provide support to the defenders below the city, but one after another they fell to the machine gun bullets of the Japanese invaders.
The garrison under the city faced even more difficulties. The machine guns of the Japanese infantry squadron were also firing wildly, causing the garrison that had already suffered heavy casualties to suffer even more heavy casualties.
Two companies of garrison were stationed outside the city, and most of them suffered casualties in just one hour of fighting.
Some of them died under Japanese artillery attacks, while others died under Japanese machine gun fire.
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The Japs' machine gunners also had very high shooting accuracy. They built multiple temporary bunkers using the Japs' corpses less than a hundred meters away from the defenders' positions.
The first target they struck was the defender's machine gunner. After the machine gunner was shot and killed, they continued to sweep through to create conditions for the infantry to charge.
Eight machine gunners of the defenders were killed in action, and more than twenty soldiers who picked up their guns and prepared to shoot at the Japanese also died in the brief machine gun fire.
The remaining people can only hide in the bunker.
Their expressions were sad because the trenches were filled with the corpses of their former comrades.
The medical soldier was also killed in the enemy's artillery fire. When he was dying, he used his body to protect a wounded soldier.
But none of them survived.
There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere on the battlefield, and the blood stained the soil red. One of the second lieutenant platoon leaders never closed his eyes even after he died.
His angry expression was forever fixed at the last moment of his life.
At the same time, all the sadness of the Chinese soldiers was frozen in this moment.
They looked up at the city wall of Baijia Town, saluted the comrades who fought desperately to protect them, and said their final farewells.
Because they knew very well that under such an attack by the Japanese, no one could escape back to the city alive.
If they want to return to the city, they must first climb up the trench and then run a distance of fifty to sixty meters before entering Baijia Town.
But this is the shortest straight-line distance. Judging from the current dispersion of soldiers, the farthest soldiers are three hundred to four hundred meters away from the city gate.
This is an insurmountable gap. They can only die if they run back at this time. The Japanese do not need to target them one by one. As long as they shoot at the city gate, everyone will die there, and then their bodies will be piled up.
It's like a hill.
Therefore, although the city gate was only a short 60 meters away from them, at this time, the 60 meters distance was like a huge mountain.
What's more, they don't want to escape at this time. Because all their comrades-in-arms have died here, their anger has been ignited to the extreme.
At this time, they had lost their previous timidity and forgotten the pain on their bodies.
They picked up the grenades on the ground with dull expressions, tied them one by one to their bodies, and then just when the Japanese invaders were about to rush to the position, they braved the enemy's bullets and artillery fire and let out angry shouts.
The roar rushed forward.
This was the last stubbornness of the Chinese soldiers. They knew clearly that they would not have an advantage in attacking their own side, but they still charged forward.
Perhaps everyone has been afraid of the word death before. But when they saw familiar faces falling in front of them, dying under the butcher's knife of the crazy Japanese invaders, all they had at this moment was anger and only one body.
Boiling blood.
"Little devil, come on!"
A thin figure did not hold a gun. He had grenades strapped to his body.
While running, he was shot twice, and the bullets penetrated his body. He vomited blood, but he was still laughing and running fast.
He was crazy, but not only he was crazy, but all the Chinese were crazy. They turned their anger into thunderous explosions, crushing the Japanese attack under the walls of Baijia Town.
The flames were steaming, and the endless smoke swallowed up the ferocious Japanese.
The sound of the explosion became a swan song at this moment. It was a moving song, and it was a piece of anti-war movement composed by Chinese soldiers with their lives.
They used their own blood to declare what it means to have an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a hundred thousand young people and a hundred thousand soldiers!...