Rise From Eight Hundred

No time to leave a message for comrades!

No time to pray to God for the last time!

No time to miss my parents far away in my hometown!

The battle broke out.

The Japanese army launched two infantry squads in the first wave of attack, and there were four infantry squads less than 50 meters behind them, ready to move.

Only two guard platoons could stop their attack.

The firing range of all machine guns and heavy machine guns was mainly set to attack the Japanese army attacking the trenches 500 to 1,000 meters away, but the lethality to the infantry under the hill was limited.

Moreover, at this time, the main force of the Japanese army attacked the trench defense line again.

The few remaining machine guns and heavy machine gun fire points resolutely gave up supporting the protective infantry positions only tens of meters away from them, and poured all their firepower on the death line.

The Japanese army had actually learned from the experience of previous intensive charges that caused a large number of casualties. The distance between the individual soldiers was extremely far, and even the dense grenades thrown by the Chinese could not cause large-scale casualties, but they were useless against the bullets fired from the flank.

The red bullet marks formed by the shells and bullets were like the steel whips that the god of death kept waving, and they were injured and killed one by one. In particular, the 20mm machine gun shells that could penetrate 25mm steel plates at a distance of 500 meters could often penetrate a human body and then continue to have the remaining force, and knock down one or even two more to count, which was a great threat to the Japanese infantry.

It was not yet the point where they had to charge against the bullets and shells. The Japanese infantry who had just climbed up from the mud and rushed into the cold river could only retreat again in frustration.

Kanda Masatane, who was watching all this with a telescope, had a livid face.

It was under his order that the infantry began to attack the small hill, causing the artillery fire that could have suppressed the Chinese machine guns and heavy machine guns to have to be suspended, which allowed the Chinese to be so unscrupulous at several heavy firepower points.

Is this considered shooting oneself in the foot?

"Order the two infantry squadrons of the 47th Regiment. I will only give them 30 minutes. If they fail to capture the position in front of them, the supervisory team in the rear will replace them." Kanda Masatane issued a strict military order again.

At that time, it was a death order that the two infantry squadrons must be resolved within 30 minutes even if all the members died in the battle.

The Japanese, unlike the Chinese, did not need to be beheaded. They demanded that all their subordinates die on the battlefield. Nogi Maresuke did this before, and it was not uncommon in the Pacific battlefield in the future.

The Chinese position mainly consists of two trenches, the first-line trench and the second-line trench. In the shorter first-line trench, there is basically one guard squad, and in the second-line trench, there are two guard squads.

The distance between the two trenches is about 30 meters. Because of the urgent time, there is only one traffic trench connected to it. This is mainly to facilitate the evacuation of the first-line trench in an emergency or the reinforcement of the second-line trench to the first-line trench.

But after the second-line trenches, there were already various heavy firepower points set up at the top of the hill, and there was no way to retreat.

When the Japanese army began to bend over and enter the 100-meter distance, a guard squad in the first-line trench had already opened fire.

There was no stream on the hill that could slow down the charge of the Japanese infantry like the trench defense line. Once the Japanese army advanced to 50 or 60 meters, their heavy machine guns began to suppress them frantically, and that would be troublesome.

All the Japanese infantry were knocked down.

However, they did not stop their offensive.

300 meters away, the alarm sounded shrilly and long, which was a signal for the Japanese army to continue the attack.

The Japanese infantry suppressed by the Mauser pistols and submachine guns at the bottom of the hill were like crazy, almost crawling up the hillside under the Chinese bullet rain.

The Chinese defenders not only sprayed bullets at the enemy, but they themselves were also baptized by bullets.

The entire hill is only a dozen meters above sea level. The trenches of the Chinese infantry are basically halfway up the hill, and the height is only seven or eight meters at most. The slope is actually very gentle, and it is not too strenuous for the Japanese infantry to crawl forward.

Although the Chinese side has the advantage of height and is in a commanding position, it is easy to shoot or throw grenades.

However, this terrain is also beneficial for the Japanese army's supporting firepower.

The heavy machine gun battalion that approached the position to 400 meters away was responsible for providing firepower support to this group of Japanese troops.

There were 12 heavy machine guns, with 6 Type 92 heavy machine guns set up on the left and right sides.

Because the Chinese defensive position was high enough, the Japanese heavy machine guns did not even need to shoot from the two wings, but fired wildly at the Chinese position on the front of their respective battlefields, and the bullets just passed over the heads of the bent and crawling Japanese infantry.

The firing rate of a Type 92 heavy machine gun is 500 rounds per minute. Theoretically, six Type 92 heavy machine guns can pour 3,000 rounds of bullets into the Chinese position in one minute.

The width of the first-line trench is only 50 meters, which means that within a one-meter range, 60 bullets whizzed through the air.

It was almost a baptism of wind and rain.

But it was not rain, but bullets that could easily take people's lives.

Crazy bullets hit the edge of the trench and the soil splashed. Almost no one dared to look up.

At most, they could only put the gun on the edge of the trench and stretch out their hands to pull the trigger desperately. As for where the bullets flew, they could no longer care.

The defensive effect can also be imagined.

Grenades were thrown, but because the Japanese infantry were very scattered and there were not many grenades, they could not be wasted easily.

The Japanese infantry lying on the battlefield were also veterans who had experienced the battlefield, and they immediately felt the weakness of the Chinese firepower.

"Kill the chickens!" The Japanese army's grassroots officers roared to cheer up their soldiers.

The speed of the Japanese army increased again.

"Damn it, Zhou Dafu, you coward, can you still defend your position? Fight back immediately and fight back for me." Scar Major's roar rang out in the trench. Because of trying to raise his voice, his voice was completely broken.

In the organization of the Chinese army, the regiment-level troops have a unified number for the whole army, which is the same as the Japanese army's regiment level. At the battalion level, they are basically ranked by the numbers one, two, and three.

And "one" represents more than just a number. In the organization of the Chinese army, "one" is almost synonymous with the strongest.

The first battalion is the sharp knife battalion, the first company is the sharp knife company, and the first platoon is the sharp knife platoon. Even at the most basic infantry squad, the soldiers will be proud of being a squad.

Because they are soldiers of the sharp knife squad.

Zhou Dafu is the first platoon leader of the first company of the 108th Division Guard Battalion to which Scar Major belongs.

The highest commander on this position was Major Scar, who was in charge personally.

At this moment, the second lieutenant platoon leader named by Major Scar was in the front trench, leading a squad of thirteen people in his platoon.

To be precise, there were only twelve people including him. Two of them had been killed on the spot in the previous shelling.

"Damn it, brothers, let's fight with the dog-days." A soldier in the trench, wearing a helmet and only a shirt stained with mud and whose color could not be seen, turned over and lay on the trench, lowered the submachine gun in his hand as much as possible, and roared to clear a volley of bullets.

The heavy machine gun bullets were visibly shot into the mud beside him, and there was even a bullet that rubbed the side corner of the steel helmet. Fortunately, it was not a direct shot, and the rounded corner of the steel helmet also played a certain role. The bullet rubbed a terrifying fire on the steel helmet, and did not cause any substantial damage to the second lieutenant.

Seeing that the platoon leader was like this, the soldiers followed suit, gritting their teeth and lying on the trench and shooting wildly.

However, not everyone has the luck of the second lieutenant.

In this round of counterattack, a soldier was hit by heavy machine gun bullets in the shoulder and chest, and fell into the trench screaming.

One soldier did not say a word, but lay quietly on the trench. When the soldier who had emptied his bullets and retreated to the trench found something unusual, he suddenly pulled him back to the trench, but found painfully that he was dead.

A heavy machine gun bullet pierced his helmet. The thick 7.7mm bullet penetrated the helmet effortlessly and lifted half of his head.

The sound of blood spurting out of the head and hitting the helmet was a "sizzling" sound that would give the strongest soldiers nightmares.

"Fuck you!" Another soldier who witnessed all this was obviously stimulated by the tragic death of his comrade.

With a roar, he picked up a grenade with the cover unscrewed from the ground in the trench, pulled the fuse, raised his arm and prepared to throw it.

Unexpectedly, because the arm was raised too high, a heavy machine gun bullet hit the wrist, and the entire wrist was shattered. The soldier didn't even have time to scream, and the palm and the grenade with blue smoke fell back into the trench.

The soldier who was holding the body of his comrade was quick-witted and took a step forward to pick up the grenade with his comrade's palm and threw it out.

The grenade, which had been delayed for more than three seconds, exploded in the air more than 20 meters below the hillside.

The Japanese soldiers screamed.

Crawling may avoid the crazy rain of bullets, but it can't stop the grenade shrapnel flying in the air.

The Chinese soldiers in the trench didn't see that the grenade thrown by the comrade at the cost of one palm killed and injured at least four Japanese soldiers.

The second lieutenant platoon leader who happened to be looking over here was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Everyone, give me three seconds to throw the bomb!"

"Boom boom boom!" Most of the seven or eight grenades thrown high from the trench exploded in the air after flying 20 to 30 meters.

The Japanese infantrymen who were about to enter the bombing range were directly blown to tears by this artificially delayed "air-blast bomb".