Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 1495 Night attack!

"A soldier never tires of deceit!" Heiichi Kurose looked at the torches and flashlights lit in the distance and said pitifully.

There was no one else around the Japanese Army Colonel, and this sentence was more for himself.

The so-called 200-person corpse collection team is just a cover. The main purpose is to blast the machine gun bunkers in the cliffs and deep trenches artificially created by the Chinese.

And 300 meters behind them were crawling in the darkness 1,500 Japanese infantry!

That is the last infantry the 133 Infantry Regiment can produce now, and even the direct **** squadron of the 133 Infantry Regiment has been sent to the front line.

On the first night of the war, Colonel Kurose Hei of the 133rd Infantry Regiment destroyed all his infantry forces. It was really the division commander's slogan of "Conquer Hengyang in three days" that was shouted too loudly. Miss this night, Kurose Ping Yi was afraid that he would not even be able to raise 700 infantrymen.

During the day, the Chinese had won a victory. Kurose Heiichi took the initiative to send a negotiation team and humiliatedly paid 10 kilograms of gold and silver jewelry, just to make the Chinese proud and complacent, so that they could relax their vigilance and let themselves succeed in the battle.

Of course, the 200-member body collection team still abided by the rules set by both sides under the surveillance of the Chinese soldiers at first. No one was allowed to enter the deep trench. They could only use ropes to form a loop and throw it into the deep trench to trap the body's hands and feet and then drag it away.

We were busy until 3 o'clock in the morning, the time when people are most sleepy. A gust of wind blew by, and the torches originally used to illuminate the trenches suddenly went out, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The Chinese soldiers who had been closely monitoring the position instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Flare!" the second lieutenant platoon leader in charge of the negotiation ordered decisively.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

A faint green light rose to the sky, then slowly descended. The snow-white light illuminated the trench area clearly.

As far as he could see, there were black shadows shaking in the deep trench. Obviously, the Japanese army did not follow the regulations and entered the deep trench. No matter what his purpose was, the second lieutenant's instinct told him that there was danger!

"Flare bombs! 200 meters ahead! 300 meters ahead! Two rounds each!" the Army second lieutenant quickly ordered.

Four flares hit the sky, and the position was clearly visible, and the Army second lieutenant took a breath!

In the field of vision of the telescope, 'shit yellow' covered the entire land like locusts. The Japanese army was almost not a sneak attack but a force attack.

"Enemy attack!" The two words were still swirling in his throat, and a shrill roar came from the darkness on the opposite side: "Kill the cock!"

"Onboard!" I don't know how many Japanese soldiers jumped up from the ground, shouting slogans, and charged towards Huangcha Ridge. The offensive was like a wave!

The Japanese troops in the salt barn were also mixed in with these Japanese troops, holding guns and shouting with ferocious and twisted faces: "Long live the Empire!", running with all their strength on their short legs.

Because the infantry squadron he was in, from the squadron leader to the squad leader to the sergeant and commander Cao, all died in the battle. According to military regulations, he, a soldier who escaped by chance, would be sent to a military court, but considering that at this time, he was During the war, your Excellency the commander of the regiment allowed them to perform meritorious service. If they could break into the Chinese positions this time, they would not be held accountable for the soldiers who were lucky enough to escape.

The salt barn had no choice but to be driven into the commando team to serve as the first wave of assault missions. The Japanese private knew that he could die in battle, but he could not be sent to a military court, otherwise his family would be destroyed and his parents would be imprisoned. Neighbors laughed at me, and my younger siblings couldn't even go to school. When they grow up, they will be ostracized by the entire society.

For the sake of his family, Yangang Kong could only learn to be brave and rush forward with the veterans until he was hit by a hail of Chinese bullets.

The Chinese did not relax their vigilance as they imagined. After discovering their presence with flares, it took less than 15 seconds for the first wave of Japanese infantry to charge to a distance of 200 meters from the cliff. , the Chinese machine guns rang out.

In the dark night, the high-speed machine gun bullets equipped by the Chinese actually formed a magnificent stream of bullets, like a rainbow.

The concentrated fire of more than ten machine guns intertwined in the night sky, and there was a special kind of beauty.

But this beauty brings death!

Blood continued to splash on the face of the Japanese private.

That was shot out by his surrounding colleagues after they were shot by machine gun bullets. Since the machine guns equipped by the Chinese fire too fast, once they are hit, they will only be shot by several rounds or even more, leaving almost no hope of survival.

At the same time, violent explosions of grenades also sounded one after another. Rows of grenades were thrown into the deep trench as if for free, turning the 200 Japanese soldiers who had been collecting corpses a few minutes ago into corpses.

This was great. The 200 Japanese troops spent two or three hours and couldn't transport many corpses away. This was considered to have added a lot of fertilizer to this 'murderous trench'.

In particular, these Japanese soldiers did not carry any weapons on the surface, but in fact they had either pistols or grenades hidden under their uniforms. Some even had the courage to bring explosives with them, just to give a battle order, and they would Explosives were piled up and detonated on the two machine gun bunkers that had been observed long ago, or they were rushed to the cliff and collapsed with explosives to form a **** for the infantry that arrived later to charge.

The nature of these 200 Japanese troops is similar to the "death squads" conducted by the Chinese army.

But they misjudged the firepower intensity of the First Battalion of the Fourth Line Regiment. They did not mention various firearms, but only the long-handled grenades.

Due to Fang Xianjue's request, he personally agreed, and the Ministry of Military Affairs shipped a full 300,000 grenades to the Hengyang garrison. On average, more than 20,000 infantrymen could have more than a dozen grenades per person. In addition, each ministry had its own grenades. Hand grenades are currently China's most abundant defensive equipment.

The First Battalion took the initiative to recruit troops to the dangerous but important position of Huangchaling. How could Fang Xianjue be so stingy? The one battalion alone, with more than a thousand troops, was issued 12,000 grenades.

When digging trenches, each soldier was specially dug a hole under the trench wall to store grenades and personal belongings to prevent artillery shells or explosives from flying into the trench and causing explosions.

In Qian Dazhu’s words: ‘As long as you have the energy, you can have enough grenade tubes and bullet tubes! ’

The grenades came round after round, like a wave, with no end in sight!

The thick smoke filled the wide deep trench, and the eight machine guns in the two machine gun bunkers in the deep trench also started roaring mode. Bullets, grenade fragments, and air waves filled almost every corner of the deep trench. There may be living creatures living in this deep trench.

The Japanese soldiers carrying pistols were fine, but at best they were dead! But the Japanese soldiers who had grenades and explosives on their bodies were in dire straits. Once an explosion occurred, the whole person would become a part of the bomb, and the bones and stubble flying everywhere could kill people.

200 ‘Suicide Squad’ took less than five minutes to become the Suicide Squad!

Of course, this is a bit absolute. Although they didn't accomplish anything, they spent at least 1,000 grenades in the first company.

It is said that in this wave of attacks alone, the soldiers of the 1st Company fired at least five or six grenades.

If the fate of the 'Death Squad' of the 133rd Infantry Regiment was tragic, the fate of the 1,500 Japanese infantrymen rushing on the battlefield was not much better.

"Onboard charge? This is what I'm waiting for!" Leng Feng smiled coldly when he heard the gunshots and the deafening shouts of the Japanese troops ahead.

"Order, the artillery battery's 20mm cannon, vehicles 1 to 4 of the tank platoon, fire!"

Six 20mm machine guns caused a **** storm among the Japanese army!

If the dozen streams of metal bullets swept out by the previous MG42 machine gun were like the sickle waved by the **** of death, a sharp weapon for harvesting life wantonly, then these 20 20mm machine guns are the big hammerheads of the **** of death. That's not it. Harvesting life, but crushing it.

The warhead is thicker than a cigar. Not to mention hitting a human body, even a big tree thicker than a human waist will create a hole the size of a bowl.

What are the consequences of the collision between flesh and blood and this terrifying thing?

Of course everyone is broken!

I was lucky enough to see such a scene from the sky in the salt barn. A colleague was running forward seven or eight meters diagonally in front of him. He had seen that man before. He was a very famous figure among the infantrymen of the 133rd Infantry Regiment. He also served as the assassination instructor for the new recruits assigned to the 133rd Infantry Regiment.

In order to reduce the psychological burden on the recruits from the blood and screams during the stabbing, he personally led a group of recruits to a Chinese village and arrested more than 20 villagers to the training ground.

Yangang Kong clearly remembered that as a recruit in the first team, the person in front of him was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who was tied to a wooden stake.

The Chinese boy was pitifully thin, and his face was as pale as snow due to extreme fear. Although he did not speak, his eyes looked at him full of pleading.

The tip of his knife was trembling, especially when he heard the screams coming from his ears. The Japanese private was really unable to stab the knife.

The instructor came, kicked him to the ground hard, and then used his bayonet to stab the Chinese boy's chest with one hand. Then he twisted his wrist and the bayonet rotated in the boy's chest, making a heart-wrenching sound. friction sound.

"Did you hear that? This is the sound of bayonets rubbing against bones. It's simply the most beautiful sound in the world!" The bayonet instructor's lecturing voice was like a devil on earth.

In the voice of the devil, Yangangkong stabbed the dying Chinese boy's chest with his own bayonet again, reducing his pain, and finally gained the instructor's approval and became a real private.

The demon instructor who had always stayed deep in the memory of the Japanese private appeared in front of him again this time and charged side by side with him.

But the next second, the demon instructor who was striding forward seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer that appeared in the void, and his head was completely shattered!

To be more precise, his head and helmet were shattered together.

A headless corpse unexpectedly rushed forward for several meters under the influence of inertia, and then a three-meter-high blood column rushed out of the neck cavity. Under the light of the flare, it was like a brilliant blood blossom. flower!

It turns out that the devil can be so vulnerable in front of bullets! Before the blood rain poured down on the empty salt barn, I suddenly had a hint of enlightenment in my heart!

This is war, no matter you are an angel or a demon, the only thing that greets you is death!

The sticky blood covered the Japanese private's head and face, making it difficult for him to see the way forward. He had to throw himself forward and lie on the ground, wiping the blood from his face with his dirty cuffs.

This move inadvertently saved his life.

"Heavy force platoon and all 60 soldiers of the company, give me a fight! In addition, inform the artillery camp mountain artillery company that there are more than a thousand Japanese at the front of our position. We can make them eat." Leng Feng boarded the highest observation post in Huangcha Ridge , seeing at least nearly a thousand Japanese troops rushing towards the position like a tide, he ordered coldly.

"Let these devils have no chance of getting back tonight!"

The Japanese heavy artillery was afraid of firing on the charging infantry, but he had no such scruples.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Rows of smoke rose in the Japanese formation.

The 150-pound 18-kilogram projectile directly raised a ball of fire, enough to light up half the battlefield.

By this time, both China and Japan no longer needed to use any flares. The fireworks that continued to rise on the battlefield had illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

Kurose Hei was stunned, his lips moved, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He thought that after three hours of fierce fighting during the day, he had figured out the true and false strength of the Chinese, with sharp machine gun fire and perfect fortifications. However, these would be greatly weakened by the input of a large number of infantry troops and the cover of darkness.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese artillery fire would be so fierce that it could form a covering attack!

Based on the current density of shells falling, the Chinese have invested at least a dozen large-caliber artillery pieces and more than 30 small-caliber mortars!

"Retreat!" Kurosehei issued the military order with a look of death.

But obviously, it was still a little too late. A distance of several hundred meters would take several minutes even if you were to run empty-handed on the sports field, let alone on a battlefield with heavy artillery fire.

The pitiful howls of the Japanese infantry and the long blast of retreating sirens were drowned out by the blasts of wind and waves.

When Yangang Kong woke up from his coma, he found that he was still on the battlefield, and he didn't know if the battle was over.

Perhaps his hearing had been damaged by the violent explosion. He could only hear the "whirring" sound in his ears. His body was like a small boat in the ocean, swinging back and forth in the stormy waves. It was like just now. After the anesthesia operation, once the anesthesia wore off, my whole body shook even more.

The Japanese private could only use all his strength to open his eyes and look around.

It should be almost dawn at this time, and the sky was already bright. With the light, he saw corpses in khaki military uniforms scattered everywhere around him. They were all lying down. He didn't know if there were others abandoned on the battlefield like him. of living people.

At this time, his tinnitus was much better, and he could faintly hear someone in the distance mumbling inarticulately, "Are the friendly forces still there? Are the friendly forces still there?" Occasionally he heard, "Is there any water?" ’ and other faint sounds.

The tears of the Japanese private suddenly welled up. It was not sadness, but the emotion of meeting similar people on such a desperate battlefield.

But this feeling did not last long.

A dozen Chinese people bent over and came over. They all carried big bags and searched the **** corpses. Whether it was bullet boxes, property or food, they all were thrown into the sacks.

"Squad leader, what should we do if there are still alive Japanese here?" Yan Gangkong, who dared not move, heard someone ask softly.

"Is this what I'm teaching you? What do the regimental commanders usually say? A dead Japanese is a good Japanese!" A deep voice shouted with a little anger.

"Pfft!" That was the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh that I had heard in the salt barn.

"Crack!" That was the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone.

As these Chinese soldiers moved around, the once weak voices disappeared.

The fountain of blood spurted by the demon instructor once again saved the Japanese private. The black smoke and strong smell of blood, coupled with his motionless body, made the Chinese soldiers just glance at him and automatically ignore him.

After all, if you want to find anything good in a private, you have to find it from a sergeant or an officer, and they can't be on the battlefield for more than 30 minutes.

While counting the results of the battle, everyone in the Tang Dynasty tacitly agreed to take some autumn wind from the Japanese.

"This regiment has suffered heavy losses and is unable to attack again. Please punish the division commander!" Yan Yongwang, the commander of the 116th Division, was shocked when he received the telegram from the 133rd Infantry Regiment.

On the way to the Huangchaling battlefield in person, I happened to meet Lieutenant General Sakuma of the 68th Division who was rushing to the west of the city.

It just so happened that the 68th Division also suffered heavy losses from China's tenacious blockade during the battle in the west of the city. As the saying goes, when Lao Liu meets Lao Liu, both of them burst into tears. After the two Lao Liu got out of the car and met, they discussed whether they could form a joint command post. If artillery from two divisions is used to support a battlefield, then the attack power will be stronger.

Otherwise, if the troops are divided into two groups and fight, both divisions will fall behind!

Therefore, on the morning of June 4, it was two Japanese army lieutenant generals who arrived at the Huangchaling battlefield.

In order to facilitate joint command, the 116th Division moved the command post 2,000 meters north of the Huangchaling battlefield, and the 68th Division moved the command post 1,500 meters west of Huangchaling. The two divisions were close and worked together to create brilliant!

Two old sixes may never have dreamed of it. There can only be one old six and they cannot coexist!