Rise From Eight Hundred

If the moment when the Japanese army's various caliber artillery bombarded Cangcheng was devastating.

Then, the sudden concentrated bombardment of mountain artillery and field artillery mortars, mainly 75 caliber, by the Chinese side was like a tidal wave.

Although the power was slightly smaller, it was enough for the Japanese army who were fleeing in Cangcheng.

What else could they cover except the low wall?

What was covered was not the chirping, but the artillery fire that could tear steel apart.

The Japanese major, who was still 500 meters away, was stunned for a long time when he saw the smoke rising suddenly in front of him, and roared in anger: "Who ordered the artillery to fire? There are our people in there, quickly notify the artillery battalion, stop firing, stop firing."

The staff of the infantry battalion on the side could only remind: "Major, those are the artillery of the Chinese in the city, not our army."

"Impossible, how could the Chinese have so many artillery, how could they have it?" The Japanese major grabbed the staff by the collar, his eyes red, like a beast that chooses people to eat.

There are not only the unlucky Major Sakio and his 200 officers and soldiers, but also a full infantry squadron under his command.

No one dared to answer the major battalion commander who was already a little crazy.

Those who can be here are all veterans with rich battlefield experience. They know too well what consequences this wave of terrifying artillery fire will cause.

The Chinese could survive like tenacious weeds in the artillery fire, because they had fairly complete fortifications and bullet shelters, but what did the hundreds of Japanese soldiers who entered Cangcheng have?

Nothing, perhaps the shell craters that were blown out earlier could be their only shelter.

But how useful was that kind of shelter? The officers and soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment of the 5th Division could come up with the answer by thinking on their heels.

How useful is it if there is no ball?

Those who survived are probably guys who have dedicated their wives to Amaterasu.

The Japanese major, who could not get an answer from his subordinates, finally regained his composure and sat down in the trench dejectedly, no longer looking at the Cangcheng position in front of him that was covered by artillery fire.

He understood that he had finished another infantry squadron, and even if someone could survive the Chinese's deliberate retaliatory bombardment, it would be one in ten.

He even did not expect that the Chinese had limited artillery shells and might stop after two rounds of shelling.

If he were the Chinese commander, since he had decided to expose his heavy firepower, he would never give the opponent any chance of survival.

His judgment was correct, but the Chinese commander was even more ruthless than he imagined. The continuous bombardment lasted for 10 minutes, and dozens of artillery pieces threw at least 600 shells at Cangcheng.

In fact, according to the records of the 67th Army, on that day, the mountain artillery battalion and field artillery battalion under the special forces regiment directly under the 67th Army, and the mountain artillery battalion and mortar battalion under the 107th and 108th Divisions, a total of 48 75-caliber mountain and field artillery and 24 150-caliber heavy mortars participated in the battle to bombard the surface positions of Cangcheng.

In 10 minutes, 72 artillery pieces poured more than 1,000 shells on the surface positions of Cangcheng.

That was the highest density of artillery battles fought by the Chinese artillery group in the Battle of Songjiang, which was not even comparable to the more intense city attack and defense battles that followed.

Of course, that was also related to the fact that the Japanese Air Force joined the war soon after, and many Chinese artillery positions were destroyed.

The Chinese fired so recklessly, and the Japanese army would naturally not sit idly by and watch their own people struggle in the artillery fire. The artillery regiment of the 114th Division responded five minutes later, and under the guidance of the artillery observers in front, they launched a counterattack on the approximate location of the artillery positions in the Songjiang city.

However, the Chinese artillery positions were protected by carefully constructed fortifications, and because of the obstruction of the city walls, the Japanese artillery observers could not accurately locate their positions at all.

Take off the airship on such a rainy day for observation! At a close distance, the Chinese in the city have anti-aircraft guns with a range of up to 2,500 meters, which are completely for Chinese target practice; at a far distance, you can only see a Songjiang city covered in smoke and drizzle. Is that for viewing the scenery?

To put it bluntly, the so-called artillery countermeasures of the Japanese army are just superficial efforts for the leaders to see.

Kunisaki Zheng, who arrived in the trench 800 meters outside Cangcheng in person, could only roar "Baga!" in the trench in vain.

The Chinese's tactic of destroying everything together cast a shadow of failure over the proud Japanese Army Major General's heart for the first time.

It's not just Cangcheng and Songjiang.

If the Chinese resisted like this, even if the Tenth Army could break through this small town, could he really march south to take the Chinese capital and become a hero of the empire as he imagined a few days ago when standing on the deck of the transport ship?

Can the empire really win this war?

Kunisaki, who refused to put down his telescope for a long time, lost his confidence in victory for the first time.

Cangcheng is nearly 60,000 square meters. Even if 1,000 shells were dropped, it does not mean that the artillery fire can cover every inch of land in Cangcheng.

For life, God is fair. The Chinese were able to survive the terrible artillery fire of the Japanese army. In addition to improving fortifications, luck accounted for a large part of the factors.

Then, the Japanese soldiers exposed on the surface also had lucky people.

The losses of the Japanese troops who entered the Cangcheng position and could only hide behind low walls or in bomb craters were much greater than those of the Chinese defenders who hid in fortifications, but after the shelling, some of them were still alive.

However, caught off guard, even if these lucky Japanese soldiers were not torn to pieces by shrapnel and air waves, the first damage they suffered was hearing.

Almost every surviving Japanese soldier had two blood lines on his ears, which was the phenomenon of the eardrum being broken.

Major Sakio was one of these lucky ones. He hid in a huge crater on the riverbed. He didn't even dare to raise his head in the raging artillery fire. He curled up at the bottom of the crater with his arms protecting his head.

The raging artillery bombardment had completely deafened him from any sound. He could only judge when the bombardment would end by the vibration coming from the ground.

Finally, he waited for that moment.

The trembling earth finally returned to calm, and he was still alive.

The joy of being reborn surged in his heart, and he excitedly climbed out of the crater and looked at the battlefield that was once again devastated.

There were many low walls that had originally disappeared. The Chinese wounded soldier who was half lying under the low wall and smiling brightly at them should have turned into dust in the raging artillery fire.

However, his signal gun took away the lives of countless imperial warriors.

The Japanese major didn't look at the interior of Cangcheng for long. He knew that under such a high intensity of artillery fire, there were very few infantrymen who could survive.

He looked at several walls, where there were still many light machine guns and grenade launchers. Under the protection of fortifications, they should have more chances of survival!

The Japanese major with a smart little brain didn't say how much he loved those guys, but he had to consider the upcoming bad situation.

The Chinese wounded soldiers who were left behind the low wall fired a signal flare, which in itself sent a signal that all this was a premeditated action by the Chinese.

That means that the disappeared Chinese and the Chinese hiding in the underground fortifications may appear at any time.

The good ones don't work, but the bad ones do.

There were no turtle heads on the expected wall, but many dark blue and black uniforms appeared in various parts of Cangcheng.

"Baga! Come on, yours!" Major Sakio raised his Type 38 rifle.

For the Japanese major at this time, he could not hold more than a one-meter-long command knife, and the 1.7-meter-long Type 38 rifle here could obviously enhance his confidence.

However, what surged in the eyes of Major Sakio, who was holding the Type 38 rifle, was incomparable despair.

The number of shit-yellow people who could crawl up from all over the warehouse city would never exceed one infantry squad, but the number of infantry who could kill into the warehouse city was definitely more than 400.

It didn't matter if his own people became fewer, because the number of Chinese who were killing everywhere with submachine guns and rifles was several times theirs.

A team of Chinese had already seen him and rushed towards him with guns.

At such a distance, Major Sakio had only one chance to shoot, so he shot.

However, perhaps because he was frightened by the monstrous artillery fire and had no time to recover, or because he was too panicked, the Japanese major's last shot did not knock down any target.

The Chinese who rushed over did not shoot.

The leading Chinese looked at his opponent who had no time to pull the bolt, and even inserted his revolver into his belt, and rushed over with a machete in hand.

He didn't want to waste bullets or wanted to chop off the head of the Japanese soldier in front of him with a cold weapon.

"Baga!" Feeling insulted, Major Sakio strode forward and stabbed the Chinese man with a fierce look on his face with the standard stabbing technique of the Japanese infantry.

However, the Japanese major forgot one thing again.

He was a low-ranking officer, and the last time he participated in stabbing training was four years ago. Whether it was strength or reaction, it was only half of his heyday at most.

So, Major Sakio died.

Peng Chong knocked away the Type 38 rifle with the back of his knife, which had little power. Peng Chong, who could easily go straight to the center of the enemy, obviously didn't expect it to be so easy. He was stunned for 0.1 seconds, and then swung his knife horizontally.

Major Sakio, who couldn't dodge in time, was cut from the carotid artery to the throat by the sharp thick-backed knife. He dropped his gun, covered his neck and screamed on the ground to struggle for his life.

"You dare to rush in and fight me hand-to-hand?" Peng Chong said coldly.

He stretched out his foot and hooked it, picked up the Type 38 rifle that fell on the ground, and stabbed it down suddenly, directly nailing the struggling Major Sakio to the ground.

Then he no longer looked at his own results and ran away.

The extreme pain made the Japanese Major's body twist suddenly, and then slowly stretched until it was motionless.

Not to mention that Peng Chong didn't know that he was a Major, even if he knew, there would not be too many psychological changes. The death of the Japanese Major did not stir up the slightest wave in this one-sided battlefield.

The remaining Japanese troops had long lost their fighting spirit. Even the Japanese troops in the fortifications on the city wall, their only tactical action was to escape, escape from this devil's land.

But in the end, only one out of a hundred could escape.