Rise From Eight Hundred

More than thirty meters away, the Sichuan Army soldiers were holding guns and squinting their eyes to aim at this side.

Thirty meters, a basketball-sized live target, for these soldiers who have fought many battles, it is a bit difficult.

However, it is also possible to be evasive. If the distance is extended ten times, it will be completely impossible.

"Bang bang bang" almost four or five guns were fired at the same time.

The guns are also varied, there are Hanyang-made, single-shot, and Type 38 rifles.

There is even a soldier holding a homemade gun.

This gun is broken enough, the iron sand shot out is only a killing distance of thirty or forty meters, and it may not kill people.

Of course, it does not mean that the individual weapons of the Sichuan Army are really so shabby. Before going to the high ground, the Tang swords were uniformly replaced. .

Except for the Hanyang-made, all other guns were replaced with Zhongzheng or Type 38 rifles captured from the Japanese army.

The last time the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade was destroyed, Tang Dao’s troops captured a lot of items. Even if they surrendered most of them, they still had hundreds of rifles. There was no shortage of 6.5mm Yusaka bullets.

However, people are nostalgic creatures. Even if they have new or old guns, the Sichuan Army is reluctant to throw them away.

Many soldiers have two guns each.

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Although this tough Japanese sergeant squad leader put on a steel helmet despite the cold, to be honest, that thing has limited defense against rifle bullets with an initial velocity of 800 meters.

The rounded arc bounced off a bullet, avoiding the bad luck of the bullet penetrating the steel helmet and turning the head into a bloody flower, but the kinetic energy was inevitably impacted, causing the head to tilt back suddenly.

The iron sand of the earth gun that can shoot rabbits and pheasants just flew over.

It directly pounced on the big face that was completely exposed.

Good fellow, his whole face was riddled with holes from the iron sand.

With a scream, the sturdy soldier fell into the trench, rolling on the ground and wailing.

He didn't look as sturdy as before.

Momotaro looked in the direction of the sound, and his balls shrank suddenly.

It was really too frightening.

The medical soldier pulled his hands apart and tried to cover him with a hemostatic pack.

But the horrible injury made the medical soldier helpless.

His nose was blown off, and a lump of meat was hanging on it. Only those who were familiar with him knew that it was the rich and noble garlic nose that this sturdy soldier was proud of every day.

There were red, black, white and other colors in his eye sockets. That should be the unknown liquid that flowed out after the eyeballs were broken.

"Baga! Despicable Chinese!" Momotaro cursed.

While cursing, he took off his sword and threw it to the medical soldier.

He knew that the only way to relieve the suffering of his fellow countryman was to send him to Amaterasu, to send him off artificially.

However, Momotaro was not most frightened by the heavy damage suffered by his fellow countryman.

Rather, it was the trench that could hide all of their bodies.

Could it be that the Chinese did this on purpose?

This terrible thought emerged in his mind, and when he looked at the trench behind him, which was obviously about ten centimeters shorter than this side, Momotaro understood something in his mind.

But obviously, he understood it too late.

Because the next second, smoking grenades were thrown into the trench from the opposite side like raindrops.

His head was buzzing instantly.

"Damn it, this is a trap!" Momotaro shouted wildly. "Everyone, disperse, disperse!"

No wonder the Chinese always kept the distance between the two lines of defense within 40 meters, which was to facilitate their grenade throwing.

For Japanese grenades, more than 30 meters is already the limit, and not everyone can throw that far.

Fortunately, there were not so many people jumping into the trenches in the first wave, and the trenches several hundred meters long had enough curved surfaces to withstand the air waves and shrapnel from the explosion of grenades.

However, there were too many grenades thrown over.

It was like rain, dozens of grenades in one wave, dozens of grenades in another wave, and it was impossible to dodge them.

The Jing'an Army, which was in a desperate situation, was also forced to show courage. Some people bravely picked up the grenades that fell in the trenches and threw them far away to the opposite side, and some people also took out melon mines to fight back.

However, this approach was more futile than a counterattack.

Because there was enough slope between the first and second line trenches, the Sichuan Army in the second line had enough vision and was high above. Long-handled grenades were most suitable for attacking, and the accuracy of throwing was much higher than that of the Jing'an Army infantry on the opposite side who could not see anything clearly.

This was a jaw-dropping battle of grenade throwing.

In the telescopes of the commanders of both sides, no one fired a gun, but just threw "explosives" at each other.

In the area of ​​more than 30 meters, the grenades and hand grenades that fell into it exploded almost non-stop. From a distance, it looked like a small but extremely accurate artillery bombardment.

Even many rocks exposed on the ground were blown to pieces.

If there were people in it, they would be torn into pieces, and even bones would not be found.

But this does not mean that the two sides standing in the trenches are comfortable.

The two Sichuan Army infantry platoons responsible for throwing grenades had a hit rate of more than 20% for the grenades thrown into the trenches, but the melon mines thrown by the Jing'an Army, which was obviously stronger, fell into the trenches of the second-line positions, but there were definitely no more than ten grenades. Although they had more than 200 people, they threw at least more than 400 grenades.

Whether it is a grenade or a melon mine, there is a five to six second delay. In order to increase the lethality, experienced soldiers basically wait two seconds before throwing it, but at this moment, both sides can't care so much.

Injure one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of their own, that was the situation when the two sides once shot at each other in front of the position.

But at this moment, whether it is terrain or equipment, the Sichuan Army has all the advantages.

So, Momotaro and his group of Jing'an Army are in big trouble.

A bloody arm flew up in the smoke and "slapped" in front of the position. More than 200 Jing'an Army soldiers who had not had time to enter the trenches and could only crawl on the ground before the position showed the miserable situation of the infantry who had entered the trenches with reality.

Sure enough, men still can't be too fast!

Perhaps the Jing'an Army lying in front of the trenches comforted themselves in this way.

But there are men who don't think so.

For example, Cai Yongguan and others who are making preparations behind the mountain.

Attacking each other with grenades now was not the main purpose of the two Chinese commanders.

Compared with the big guys behind, this attack was just to delay the Japanese army and prevent them from smelling the scent of conspiracy and launching an attack early.

In other words, those were just a small dessert before the big meal.

Whether it was fast or slow, the tragedy of the Jing'an Army infantry had just begun.

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And for the Jing'an Army at this time, they had to make a choice.

Momotaro was the first to wake up. He turned around and hid in an anti-artillery cave. The sandbags piled at the entrance of the cave effectively blocked the flying of grenade fragments.

The Jing'an Army, whose psychological quality was slightly worse, could only be blown into blood gourds and cried loudly by the countless shrapnel of the cast iron body of the grenade in the deafening explosion of "boom boom boom".

Momotaro saw with his own eyes a soldier holding his eyeball hanging on his cheek with his hand and putting it into the bloody eye socket. Obviously, even if it was temporarily put in, the eye socket without eyelids could not fix the eyeball at all. It would fall out again in less than a second.

The soldier who could not put in his eyeball was no longer in vain. A flying grenade shrapnel directly cut off his fragile carotid artery, and the blood that spurted out suddenly even sprayed on the face of Lieutenant Momotaro who was shrinking into the anti-gun hole.

Without sticking out his tongue, Momotaro knew that human blood was salty and had a fishy smell.

The blood of his subordinates almost dyed Momotaro's eyes red.

"Go over and kill them!" Momotaro, who was essentially a gangster, was stimulated by the blood of his subordinates and inspired a reckless spirit. He drew out his command knife and issued an order to charge at the Chinese position that he had to tilt his neck to see.

But in fact, this might also be the most correct choice.

It is undoubtedly a very stupid act to be in a trench where you can't shoot at the opposite side and can only curl up and hope that the enemy's grenade will not fall on your side. But retreating is even more impossible. It is not stupid, but courting death to leave your back to the guns of the well-prepared Chinese.

The only chance to turn defeat into victory is to attack and charge to the death. The distance of 30 meters is not long. As long as you rush into the position, no one can stop the sharp bayonets of hundreds of imperial soldiers.

Not only is it living for death, but also because of confidence.

In the battle of Huzhou, Momotaro led his infantry company to rush into the enemy's position and fight with the opponent twice as many as himself, stabbing dozens of opponents, while only four or five people were lost, thus conquering the position.

This time should be no exception.