Rise From Eight Hundred

"Order all heavy machine guns and grenade launchers to suppress the Chinese positions, and order the front-line offensive troops to hold on and continue to attack!" Li Shoushan ordered with a sullen face.

The 12 heavy machine guns deployed on the two wings of the rear position of the Jing'an Army slightly raised their muzzles and aimed at the front-line trenches and fired wildly.

More than 24 grenade launchers also went crazy, and clouds of smoke exploded in front and behind the trenches.

This is because Li Shoushan still retained a trace of rationality and did not order the 6 92 infantry guns of his artillery company to fire at the Chinese positions, otherwise, the shells exploding on the positions would be more terrifying.

After all, that would involve the infantrymen who were already very close to the Chinese trenches in front of the positions.

The Japanese regular army might adopt this method of burning both jade and stone if they were red-eyed, but the Jing'an Army was different. They were all shameless guys. You can be the boss and take your younger brothers to eat and drink, but if you don't care about your younger brothers' lives for your own glory and wealth, your future orders may not be effective.

However, from the perspective of the Jing'an Army, the Chinese position was already covered by dense heavy machine gun bullets and grenades fired by grenade launchers, and the gunfire became much less frequent.

In fact, this fierce counterattack by the Jing'an Army was indeed terrible.

The firing rate of 12 Type 92 heavy machine guns was 450 rounds per minute. In just 10 seconds, at least 2,000 bullets were sprayed at the position. In addition, more than 300 Jing'an Army soldiers who were knocked down by two heavy machine guns two or three hundred meters behind fought back on the spot. At least 2,500 bullets were fired at the second company's position. In addition, there were dozens of grenades with power comparable to grenades thrown over. The attack was no less than that of the Jing'an Army on the front line who were knocked down.

Although there were trenches for cover, casualties were still unavoidable.

A sergeant had just emptied the bullets in his gun chamber at the enemy below. He was not an ordinary recruit. He had experienced at least ten battlefields in Songhu, Sihang Warehouse, Songjiang and Jiaxing. He knew what posture was the safest and how to survive the battlefield to the maximum extent.

Therefore, he buried his head very low, leaving only the residual light under the brim of his helmet to observe the enemy below the position. The bullets that swept over either flew over his head or hit the mud in front of or beside him.

He quickly shrank into the trench and dragged the rifle into the trench by hand with the butt of the rifle. All his reactions and operations proved that he was a veteran of hundreds of battles.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would quickly press the prepared magazine back into the chamber, and re-enter the battle position after five seconds to continue shooting at the enemy below.

Even if the smoke was dense and the enemy's suppressive firepower was fierce, he would perform his mission with great determination and suppress the enemy 40 meters in front of the position. If he did not suppress the enemy and let him continue to move forward, he would enter their bombing area.

Letting one or two hundred people throw grenades would undoubtedly be a disaster for the people in the trenches.

The reason why the enemy was placed so close before shooting was that the sergeant also knew his company commander's plan. In addition to making full use of the firepower advantage of submachine guns and Mauser pistols at close range, it is more effective to use the longer throwing distance of wooden-handled grenades.

When the firepower suppression of the Jing'an Army eases a little, it will be the end of the Jing'an Army who are pinned down below the position.

It's easier said than done. It's undoubtedly a tactic of dancing on the edge of a knife to control the enemy within the attack range of wooden-handled grenades and prevent them from entering the attack line of Japanese grenades. That is the confidence that only veterans of hundreds of battles have.

Li Jiujin has this confidence, and this veteran who was selected as a precision shooter also has this confidence. Even if the enemy's suppressive firepower is frightening, he dares to lie on the battle position and shoot below. Five bullets, at least one can hit the enemy, which is already an extremely high hit rate on the battlefield of gunfire and rain of bullets.

However, the battlefield did not give the sergeant who had loaded the bullets a chance to return to his position.

A grenade hit the trench wall hard and bounced into the trench, landing two meters away from the sergeant.

This was a delayed-explosion grenade.

The sergeant's eyes widened instantly. According to his instinctive reaction, he would lie on his side and curl up his whole body, so that he could protect his internal organs as much as possible when the grenade exploded. If he was lucky enough, he would have at least a 30% chance of survival.

But more than one meter away from the grenade was a former security soldier in the infantry squad. Although he had experienced several battlefields, the soldier was still shocked when he saw the grenade rolling down only one meter away from him. From his face to his body, he was stiff.

"Damn it!" The sergeant, who also had wide eyes, suddenly pulled off his helmet, held it with both hands and rushed towards the delayed-explosion grenade.

Just like catching fish with a bamboo basket in his hometown, he pounced and covered the grenade with his helmet, and then pressed his whole body on it.

"Bang!" There was a sound.

The sergeant flew up more than two meters and then fell back into the trench.

"Lao Tang!" Only then did the stunned soldier react and rushed towards the sergeant with a cry of grief.

The power of the grenade was terrible. The steel helmet was completely twisted and deformed and fell a few meters away from the trench, but with the steel helmet blocking, the shrapnel that burst out was almost blocked, but the energy of the explosion fell on the body of Sergeant Lao Tang.

There was no heroic farewell to his comrades. The moment Sergeant Lao Tang was blown two meters high, he was already dead.

The huge energy generated by the grenade explosion shattered all his sternum, along with his heart, and perhaps his brain was also affected.

When the soldier held him in his arms, blood was constantly gushing from his mouth and nose, and even blood was flowing from his ears and eyes.

His body was very soft, and it was hard to believe that this was the tough guy from the northwestern mountainous area of ​​Jingxiang.

"Ah!" The soldier cried heartbreakingly.

He knew that Lao Tang could have saved his life. If he had not done this, he would have had a great chance of escaping the disaster if he had lied down in time with his reaction, and he should have been the one to die.

"Lao Tang is dead!" Yang Xiaoshan, who heard the noise and ran over from the other side, bent over and calmly touched the artery on the sergeant's neck, and his face was also miserable.

He knew that another old brother from the Fourth Line had left him. Such experiences happened on every battlefield.

Although veterans have many more ways to save their lives than recruits, as the backbone of the infantry, their responsibilities are also greater than those of ordinary soldiers, which leads to a high proportion of their casualties.

"Platoon leader, it's my fault, it's my fault!" The soldier cried and gently put down the body in his arms, reached out to hold the gun, and his face showed determination. "Damn you, I'm going to fight you."

"Bang!" Yang Xiaoshan kicked the soldier who was a little crazy to the ground.

"We are here to kill the devils, not to be killed by the devils. You can fight to the death, but kill five devils before you die." Yang Xiaoshan's eyes were full of anger. "If Lao Tang knew that he exchanged his life for a fool like you, he would regret it."

The soldiers on the battlefield are growing up, and so is Yang Xiaoshan. From a private who was still a bit simple in the Battle of Four Lines, he has grown into an infantry platoon leader with dozens of soldiers. He has learned to accept separation, accept sacrifice, and learn how to choose life and death.

This is not only taught to him by the Tang Dao, but also taught to him by the battlefield, the most cruel training base.

"Go, carry Lao Tang's body to the anti-artillery cave and put it there, then hold this position for me. Lao Tang's gun will be left to you." Yang Xiaoshan looked at the soldier with tears on his face, and finally softened his heart and gave him an order.

This also meant that he should calm down for two minutes first, otherwise, this guy with red eyes might be knocked down by the fierce counterattack firepower of the Jing'an Army accidentally.

If the Battle of Guangde was a big meal, then today's battle was not even an appetizer. Yang Xiaoshan didn't want to lose several people in this battle.

However, this was not transferred by Yang Xiaoshan's will. In this wave of bullets, two people were killed and eight were injured on the spot in the second company.

Why didn't the mortars of the fire support platoon counterattack? What are they waiting for? Yang Xiaoshan and the other two platoon leaders may be anxiously waiting at this moment.

This is also a part of the tactics.

The two heavy machine guns fired first to suppress the main infantry force of the Jing'an Army, slowing down their speed and using themselves as bait to test the position of the heavy firepower of the Jing'an Army. Their infantry artillery positions were all 1,500 meters away. Obviously, they did not dare to get too close because they had been hit by Chinese mortars.

The two heavy machine guns were in the machine gun bunkers that the Sichuan Army had spent a lot of effort to set up. There were more than three layers of sandbags and a layer of logs for protection, as well as thick branches and dense leaves for cover. Although the infantry artillery was bombing happily, in fact, the two bunkers were not destroyed.

Li Jiujin needed to call out the heavy machine gun firepower points of the Jing'an Army, which was a firearm that posed a great threat to the infantry in the trenches.

The reason why the soldiers in the trenches have not yet been ordered to drop bombs on the Jing'an Army at the foot of the mountain is because the heavy machine gun firepower of the Jing'an Army is too fierce. Lying on the battle position, they feel that there are burning ballistics above their heads, let alone raising their arms to drop bombs.

Now, there are more than ten heavy machine guns on both wings firing wildly. Seeing that the Jing'an Army, which was suppressed in front of the battle, began to stir again, but the firepower on the battlefield could no longer be as reckless and crazy as the previous wave, what were the artillerymen waiting for?

In a valley two hundred meters away that they could not see, the artillerymen were gathering fire.

That was not two mortars, but eight.

The Sichuan Army was poor, and the guns equipped to the soldiers were all outdated, and there were not many heavy machine guns, but that was mainly because of the little tricks played by the big men in Sichuan Province. They thought that I went out of Sichuan to fight against the Japanese for the country. Since I had sent people, why should I send equipment?

So, the good equipment was left behind, and I left Sichuan with the old stuff.

But to their surprise, they were playing tricks here, and Jinling was not a good bird either. In addition, the battle situation was urgent, and they were sent to the battlefield without the imagined change of equipment...

Fortunately, the big guys played tricks, and the Sichuan Army division commanders were not so stubborn. It didn't matter if the light weapons were almost gone, but mortars, such "heavy firearms", must be equipped.

Liu Ruzhai's Sichuan Army Corps had a mortar company, which was originally equipped with 8 82 mortars. 2 were damaged in the battle of Si'an, and now there were 6, which were brought by Tang Dao all at once.

This was also one of the reasons why Tang Dao dared to bring an infantry company of the second company to fight against the Jing'an Army.

In order to ensure that at least one side of the heavy machine gun position could be destroyed with one round of concentrated fire, two experienced artillery squad leaders strictly checked the artillery parameters in front of each mortar.

If this opportunity was missed, the heavy machine gun position of the Jing'an Army would run away again.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Finally, the eight 82 mortars, which were sure to have a hit rate of 50%, opened fire.

In one round of rapid fire, each gun fired five shells.

40 rounds of artillery shells enveloped the heavy machine gun position of the Jing'an Army on the left wing, about 600 meters away from the front line, in smoke.

6 heavy machine guns completely misfired, no, to be more precise, 12 heavy machine guns all misfired.

6 heavy machine guns were bombed, either blown away or stunned, and the heavy machine gun shooters on the other side were not brain-damaged. Since the Chinese had so many mortars to hit their colleagues, wouldn't they turn the muzzle to hit them the next moment?

If they don't run now, when will they run?

However, what was slightly different from what they thought was that after using 40 rounds of artillery shells to cover the target area, 8 mortars turned their muzzles and started shelling at the infantry artillery position in the distance.

Why not hit those machine gunners who were running happily? The panicked Jing'an Army artillery should have thought so.

What's the matter, I'm a curved gun. Within 2,500 meters, I can hit anyone I want.

Mortars are so arrogant.

In the face of the tyranny of 8 mortars, except for the limited number of light and heavy machine guns still on the battlefield that were still firing to support the infantry, all the heavy firepower of the Jing'an Army was either attacked or moved to another position, and it was difficult to maintain the previous suppressive firepower.

This was the opportunity that Li Jiujin had been waiting for for a long time.

"Except for the submachine guns and Mauser pistols that continue to shoot, the precision shooters will shoot and kill the enemy grenade launchers. Everyone else, throw bombs for me and blow up the son of a bitch." Li Jiujin's order was passed to each infantry platoon by the signal soldiers intact.

If the Jing'an Army's dozens of grenades just now blew up the trenches in front and behind, what would it be like if there were nearly 70 grenades exploding around the Jing'an Army lying down in one round of throwing?

That was the end of the world.

In fact, the distance between their individual soldiers had been pulled far enough to prevent mass casualties caused by mortars and light and heavy machine guns.

But they couldn't stand the Chinese side's prodigal bombing!

Each infantryman threw at least 4 grenades. Because of the high position, the farthest grenades could be thrown 50 meters, and the closest ones could be thrown 40 meters.

More than 200 grenades were thrown at this time, and the density was almost equivalent to one grenade per 30 square meters.

That also means that even if a few grenades were thrown randomly, the Jing'an Army had a 20% chance of being killed.

In the future, a plague with a mortality rate of 1% can make people hide in their homes in fear. What kind of psychological damage would it be to increase this percentage by 20 times?

The Jing'an Army infantrymen subconsciously began to roll and dodge in the midst of the rumbling explosions and screams.

People are strange. When a crisis comes, most people will choose to look for teammates. Only a large number of people can give them enough sense of security.

If it is a fierce tiger, this concept may work, anyway, someone can feed the tiger.

But on the battlefield, this behavior is really deadly, even if it is only subconscious.

Seeing the Jing'an Army being driven more and more densely by the continuous explosion of grenades, Li Jiujin's face showed a chill, "All light and heavy machine guns, shoot at me!"

Two heavy machine guns hidden in the bunker joined the three heavy machine guns of the first battalion of the revenge battalion and opened fire at full force.

The trajectory of the bullets was clearly visible flying on the surface of the soil, sweeping the blood and flesh of the Jing'an Army soldiers who wanted to dig a hole in the earth and drill into it.

This became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The fierce Jing'an Army used all their limbs and rolled and crawled. How fast they came, how embarrassed they were when they rolled away.

And there were only a very small number of people who were qualified to be embarrassed.

Only 30 people of the attacking Jing'an Army could leave this killing field.

Not counting the annihilation of the army, the casualty rate reached 90%.

This is unreasonable!

In the distance, Ishiwata Yingjie looked at this scene in disbelief, his head buzzing.

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PS: I have a lot of things to do during the holiday. I have a banquet at noon and another one in the evening. I can only turn two chapters into one chapter. It is a 4,500-word chapter, which is 1,000 words less than usual. Sorry!

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