Rise From Eight Hundred

In fact, although one machine gunner has been killed, the deputy shooter has been injured, and one rifleman has been shot on the 209.1 high ground, only 12 soldiers can still fight!

But three semi-automatic rifles and two MP28 submachine guns are still there, plus the Czech light machine gun that was re-set up by the deputy shooter, they can still maintain strong enough continuous firepower!

In addition, bulletproof sandbags were carefully set up at each battle position. Unless the soldiers of the 4th squad raised their bodies too high, it would be difficult for the Japanese soldiers who shot at an elevated angle to hit them accurately, especially the average quality of the soldiers of the 21st Division and the individual soldiers of the standing division were completely not on the same level.

More than 100 Japanese soldiers were suppressed, including the death squad with more than 30 people left.

During the more than 20 minutes of fighting, they did try to stand up and shout "board" to charge on board.

But two German submachine guns deployed on the high ground, one on the left and one on the right, swept through the fifty bullets that poured in in a few seconds, knocking several Japanese infantrymen to the ground.

Okay, you guys keep firing fiercely, then I'll slowly lie down, lie down to a distance of fifty or sixty meters and then charge, let's see what you can use to stop us, the members of the Japanese death squad have not shown tenacity.

But what I never expected was that there was a "mortar" hidden on this small high ground!

In fact, if it wasn't a mortar, who could throw a grenade at such a long distance?

After seeing the Japanese vanguard approaching to a distance of about 80 meters, Boss Cao put away his rifle and came to his own battle position!

It was the widest circular area in the entire trench, with high trenches and sandbags in front, blocking the possible bullet shooting angles, and an observation position with steps on the side, where Boss Cao could observe the position of the Japanese infantry, and in an emergency, other people could also dictate the approximate distance and area of ​​the Japanese infantry.

The entire area is 8 square meters, which can give Boss Cao a certain running distance and space to stand completely.

In this case, Boss Cao's longest throwing distance can even reach more than 90 meters, which can be called a human-shaped "mortar"!

This is actually one of the reasons why the second lieutenant platoon leader of the sharp knife platoon placed a squad of 4 squads on the 209.1 high ground.

Except for Boss Cao, this strange grenade thrower, no one can reach a grenade attack distance of 90 meters!

Therefore, the grenade with a delay of up to six seconds basically exploded in the air after crossing a space of 80 meters. The 360-degree shrapnel splashing without dead angles is simply a nightmare for the Japanese death squad at this time!

There is even an illusion that the more determined you are to move forward, the faster you die!

For several consecutive times, the original death squad of 55 people was reduced to 33 people, of which 22 were either hit by the 9mm pistol bullets of the German submachine gun or injured by the fragments of the long-handled grenade.

The effective range of the MP28 submachine gun is only 150 meters. To be honest, it is not the best choice in a long-distance field battle between the enemy and us, but its firepower is fierce and the large-caliber round bullets it is equipped with are extremely powerful. Once it hits the opponent, it will make the opponent lose its combat capability.

But on such a battlefield, losing combat effectiveness almost means death. Only a limited number of Japanese soldiers in the death squad were dragged down from the forefront by medical soldiers, and most of them were still lying on the hillside.

Their only hope of survival is that their colleagues can conquer this high ground.

But now this situation is obviously very desperate. The fierce close combat firepower of the Chinese makes them mistakenly think that they have walked into the wrong battlefield.

This is not the Chinese army with poor firepower reported in domestic newspapers. Could it be that those damn Westerners have joined the war!

Compared with those desperate wounded soldiers, the Japanese infantrymen who are still lying behind the mountains and vegetation are also facing a choice.

Retreating may lead to life or death, but advancing will undoubtedly lead to death.

Faced with the choice between continuing to breathe and dedicating their lives to the faith of the empire, the Japanese troops on the hillside have begun to stir.

Of course, it is not to advance, but to retreat.

The two surviving infantry squad leaders both asked the captain commander who was also making a difficult decision to retreat.

At this point in the battle, the Chinese had only deployed one "mortar" and had already caused nearly half of the death squad to be killed or wounded. The two infantry squads that followed up had more than 10 casualties. Failure was doomed. It was meaningless to persist. It was a fool's job to use the lives of the imperial warriors to add gold to the Chinese military medals in vain.

In order to survive, the Japanese can also find lofty reasons. Don't look at their usual old-fashioned and jaw-dropping, but in critical moments, their brains are still very flexible. This should be the so-called quick thinking.

The Japanese Army's Da Zuo, 800 meters away, had a livid face!

After deciding to use this small hill as a breakthrough point for the entire front, the infantry regiment commander Yokoyama Ze personally took on the "important task" of the front-line commander!

The captain in charge of the battle on this high ground was directly sent by him to command the battle on several other high grounds 500 meters away.

Here, in addition to leaving an infantry squadron, there is also a reinforced infantry squadron directly under the 62nd Infantry Regiment, which is the regiment flag guard. If you add an infantry artillery squad and two heavy machine gun squads, the total force is actually as high as 600 people, almost one-seventh of the total force of the 62nd Infantry Regiment.

After three consecutive rounds of attacks and fire tests, the Chinese on the highlands only had one infantry platoon at most. The strength ratio was 12 to 1, and he, the captain of the Great Left Alliance, was personally in charge. If they could not be captured in this way, and if the news was spread, then His reputation as the second eldest son of the Hengshan family may not be stable!

In this battle, there is only success, there is no second way.

A trace of greenness flashed across Yokoyama Sawa's face, and the ferocity in his eyes made the staff officer of the wing headquarters on the side feel cold all over. The feeling seemed to come back to when Yokoyama Sawa smiled and patted his little buttocks gently.

"Order, prepare 4 mountain guns and 2 90mm mortars from the artillery squadron directly under the wing. The target area, the main position on the top of the Chinese No. 0 Highland, will be fully covered by artillery fire in ten minutes." Yokoyama Zedaizuo's order, let Shao Zuo The staff officer felt cold all over.

He even felt that there was something wrong with his ears. It would have been crazy to let a direct-aimed gun like the 92 Infantry Cannon fire more than 100 meters from the Chinese position when his own infantry attacked.

But no one expected that the commander of the regiment would actually order the 75th mountain gun to fire.

"Your Excellency, Captain..." Staff Officer Shaozuo boldly wanted to remind him.

However, Yokoyama Sawa suddenly turned around, his face full of evil vultures, and choked all the words he was saying, "Notify Captain Okamoto in front to take cover. When the bombardment slows down, the whole army will attack immediately. The honor of occupying the Chinese position is entrusted to the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 62nd Infantry Regiment."

"At the same time, please be sure to convey my request to the artillery squadron. This artillery attack is related to the lives of more than 100 imperial warriors in our 1st Infantry Group, and is related to the glory of the entire regiment. Please make sure they hit the target accurately. Please." After issuing two military orders in succession, Hengshan Ze's expression softened and he gave a very emotional instruction.

"Hi!" Staff officer Shao Zuo could only lower his head to accept the military order, turned around and left quickly.

Yokoyama Ze watched the back of Shao Zuo's staff officer go away, picked up the binoculars again and stared into the distance, the expression on his face was like steel poured into iron without any emotional changes.

As a curved cannon, the impact point of mountain cannons is much more difficult to control than that of direct-aimed cannons. The previous squadron leader was already frightened by using infantry cannons to cover infantry attacks that were very close to the target, let alone mountain cannons.

No matter how good a master artilleryman is, there is no guarantee that the mountain artillery can accurately fire this kind of gun with range strike as the core of tactics without accidentally injuring our own infantry more than 100 meters away, let alone struggling 100 meters in front of the independent 4th squadron position. The fight to the death team.

As long as the four mountain cannons start bombarding, there is a 95% chance that the remaining thirty people will become cannon fodder.

But as the leader of the 62nd Infantry Regiment, no one dared to refuse to accept orders from Yokoyama Sawa.

The four mountain guns of the artillery squadron began to adjust their muzzles based on the data sent back by the artillery observers in front of them in an effort to send the shells to the top of the mountain more accurately without sending their own infantry into the sky. At the same time, the signal corps used semaphores to send the Japanese army to the left. The order was passed to Captain Tsunehou Okamoto, the Japanese frontline commander who was still wondering whether to retreat.

When he saw the semaphore, Okamoto Tsunehou was just complaining in his heart, complaining that his superiors did not care about the lives of the imperial infantry and blindly attacked without enough artillery fire to attack the Chinese on the hilltop highland. It will only cause the infantry to be lost in vain.

"Attack NMP!" This should be what Captain Okamoto Tsunehou wants to say most at this time.

But soon, as the flag language continued to convey news from the headquarters, the Japanese Army Captain's little face, which had been stained by gunpowder smoke and dust, miraculously turned white, just like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

He is really too superficial!

Hengshanze's military order was not only cold-blooded, but also cruel. The artillery was about to fire while they were still on the position?

Okamoto Tsunehou knew very well that if he dared to disobey military orders, based on Yokoyama Sawa's character, he would definitely be ordered to have a caesarean section, and he would have no time to retreat at this time. Those stupid artillerymen who would strictly enforce Shangguan's military orders should Also adjust the muzzle!

Hopefully, they will be more accurate.

The pale-faced Japanese infantry captain issued an order for the entire army to hide.

But in fact, his military orders were no longer that important. In order to avoid the blazing Chinese bullets, the remaining 100 Japanese infantrymen on the hillside were well hidden.

With a "boom", a shell exploded about 400 meters away from the high ground.

"Baga, Artillery Malu!" Captain Okamoto, who was hiding behind a rock, tried his best to form a ball and cursed his own artillerymen!

What kind of accuracy is this good? Is this to kill our own people first and then go after the Chinese?

"Adjust the shooting angle, target..." The Japanese artillery observer 800 meters away was also sweating and shouting into the phone!

"Hugh~~~" The terrible sound of grenades piercing the sky came from far to near.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several grenades exploded behind the position.

The sharp knife platoon leader on the high ground on one side, who was aiming his sights at high ground 209.1, suddenly shrank.

"Everyone, take cover, Japanese artillery attack." Tu Yunsheng on the position roared desperately without waiting for the second lieutenant's order.

In fact, there was no need for the sergeant squad leader to remind them. At least two-thirds of the veterans on the position accounted for at least two-thirds. The moment they heard the artillery shells streaking across the sky, they hurriedly held their guns and crawled into the nearest artillery hole.

The recruits were reminded both during training and before the war that if they followed the veterans, they would have a 50% chance of surviving.

Only those who survived a war were qualified to be called veterans.

Of course, this was just a test fire. Everyone knew that the real bombardment would come soon as the Japanese observers reported the effect of the bombardment to the artillery in the rear.

Sure enough, when the officers and soldiers on the position were still drilling into the anti-artillery holes, the Japanese mountain artillery opened fire again. After two rounds of test fire, shells finally fell on the position.

Four 6.5 kg projectiles exploded, shaking the ground, and the terrible air waves rolled up hundreds of square meters of dust.

Several recruits who had never really been in the baptism of artillery fire were pale. This was the power of the 75 mountain artillery. If it was replaced with a 105 howitzer, what kind of terrible situation would it be?

On the other hand, the veterans were much more relaxed. A corporal even leisurely lit a cigarette in the anti-artillery hole with a log as the roof.

In his words, if this place can't stop the Japanese artillery shells, then there will be no safe place on the position. Damn it, the ball can only be facing up. What's the use of being afraid?

As time went on, more and more shells fell on the position. The full-speed firing of the four Type 41 mountain guns with a firing rate of 10 rounds per minute was undoubtedly terrifying. They could throw more than 30 shells on this position with a radius of only 3,000 square meters in one minute.

Ten minutes, minus the time for the barrel to cool down, is enough to throw more than 150 shells. The grenade with a killing radius of 10 meters can completely plow this position back and forth four or five times.

However, compared with the 4th squad officers and soldiers who still had anti-artillery holes to hide in the position, the Japanese death squad located a hundred meters below the position, the face was really pale.

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When the first grenade that broke through the sky from above exploded at the position belonging to the Chinese position.

These so-called most determined Imperial Japanese Army knew that they were abandoned, abandoned by their superiors coldly and ruthlessly.

As the barrage slowly approached, one grenade after another hit the Chinese position close to them, exploding smoke and fire.

They should have been full of happiness, but they became colder and colder.

Because, it won’t be long before they, who are at the forefront of the position, will become part of the fire.

It’s not because of the Chinese mortars, but because of their own mountain artillery, the extremely familiar Type 41 mountain artillery. That power is really not small!

At this moment, they finally understood the Chinese soldiers who had struggled in the fire of the Type 41 mountain artillery.

They were so desperate that they almost forgot to breathe.

However, they still did not collapse. Even if their faces were ashen and trembling, they still only cast their eyes on Sergeant Jiro Ushio, who took over the command of the death squad after the squad leader died in battle.

The strict military discipline made the Japanese soldiers who knew they were going to die dare not retreat before receiving the order to retreat.

Now, perhaps the only one who could save them was this veteran sergeant. If he said to retreat, these guys who still had healthy limbs and could run and jump might have a chance of survival!

Unexpectedly, the farmer's son, who was only about 1.5 meters tall but very sturdy, not only did not call for retreat, but stood up on his own initiative, his eyes burst out with a frightening light, and the oily face on his face made him feel even more alive. He waved the short samurai sword he got from the second lieutenant squad leader in his hand, and roared madly: "Warriors, it's time to be loyal to the empire. Follow me, rush up and kill the Chinese."

"Wo Ri your uncle!" Almost all the Japanese infantrymen in the death squad wanted to use this sentence to respond to this big idiot whose forehead must have been squeezed hard when he was born.

They tied white belts on their chests to represent bravery, but white belts do not necessarily mean that they can withstand the surging bullet flow. They will still be shot!

Since you are so brave, then rush into the bullet screen to show us whether you are strong and strong!

The lonely genie in Aladdin's lamp must have heard the wishes of this group of dying Japanese soldiers.

They quickly fulfilled their wishes.

Before they ran out of 20 meters, a shell whistled in. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes of the death squad, it hit the poor Japanese army sergeant only five meters away, and a "boom" splashed a cloud of black smoke.

The strong and powerful thighs and calves trained by chopping wood in the mountains could not resist the huge energy created by their own sharp firearms. The surging air wave threw the body of the Japanese army sergeant 'Xiaoxiao' who had just broken through the lower class high up, and then fell down with dancing hands and feet, and fell heavily to the ground, without a sound.

The second captain of the death squad who had just issued the deafening imperial declaration died, killed by the 75 mountain artillery shell of his own infantry regiment.

But he was not alone, because the shell took away more than just him. At least two Japanese soldiers were unfortunately within the killing radius of the shell. Without trenches, they could only be like abandoned rag dolls under the huge power of the grenade, either being swept up by the air wave or being blown into a pile of fragments by the flying shrapnel and stone fragments.

The stones accelerated by the explosive energy of the shells were even more terrifying than bullets at that moment. Even if they pierced through several people in succession, they could still smash deeply into the ground.

The death squad no longer had to worry about whether to escape or attack. Shells were bombarded one after another, some landing on the position, and some landing in front of the position, turning the position and the area in front of the position into a purgatory.

The forty or so Japanese infantrymen exposed on the surface who were about a hundred meters in front of the position were blown to ashes.

Whether they were dead, wounded and hiding for help, or lucky enough to survive the hail of bullets, all were turned to ashes.

A reorganized squad of Japanese soldiers disappeared in the sequence of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the 62nd Infantry Regiment.