Rise From Eight Hundred

On the battlefield, four Type 94 tanks led by an Type 89 tank and two anti-tank guns covered by thick smoke were shooting at each other happily.

But no one expected that before the two sides had completely decided the winner, the protagonist of the battlefield would change.

That was because, facing the sudden extra piece of meat from the poor people on the opposite side, Nobi Nobita made his own efforts.

As the commander of the front line, he simply did not ask Goto Nobita in the rear, and directly ordered the two infantry artillery squads to fire at the Chinese positions.

Nobi Nobita's brain was burned by anger at this moment, but it did not mean that the two artillery squad leaders were crazy.

If they won after the war, it would be fine, and victory could cover up all ugliness. But if this offensive battle failed, once the four infantry guns commanded by the two of them blew up their own people, then the two artillery lieutenants would definitely be in trouble.

Not only the remaining infantry commanders on the front line would find trouble with him, I am afraid he would also have to go to the military court.

After all, the order given to them by Nobi Shozato was to bombard the Chinese positions, not their own people. The infantrymen at the front were only 100 meters away from the Chinese positions.

Damn it, a cannon is not a gun, it can hit whatever it points to? If the muzzle angle is slightly wrong, the actual bombardment will be hundreds or even hundreds of meters away. This is still an infantry cannon that can be used as a direct-aiming cannon. If it is replaced with a mountain cannon, the error is even more amazing.

Of course, even if Nobi Nobita is a brainless man, he has no intention of calling the four Type 41 mountain cannons at the back before the battle is over. In fact, even if he wanted to, the artillery captain would probably not agree.

Not daring to disobey military orders and not wanting to be the scapegoat after the war, he can only work hard to improve the hit rate. If he wants to improve the hit rate of infantry cannons that can be used as both direct-aiming and indirect-aiming cannons, he can only continue to close the distance.

Therefore, the two artillery lieutenants who had greeted all the women in the family of Nobi Nobita, their temporary superior, over and over again in their hearts, could only bite the bullet and move the infantry artillery position forward another 200 meters, only 700 meters away from the Chinese front position.

Not only was the distance closer, but more importantly, it happened to be off a small hill, completely exposing the four infantry guns on the flat ground.

Looking from the top of the mountain, it was too clear.

Because it was an upward shot, after several consecutive test shots were fired at a position close to the top of the mountain, the two Japanese artillery lieutenants who considered not seeking to be successful but to avoid mistakes still asked the artillerymen to keep the muzzle elevation angle. He would rather miss the Chinese position than blow up his own infantry.

It was still very powerful to fire four infantry guns together.

Let alone the effect of the shelling, the thick smoke rising from the Japanese artillery position alone covered the 300-meter-wide artillery position tightly and could not be seen clearly.

There was a rumbling sound from the explosion more than 100 meters above the Chinese position, and the debris flew everywhere. Although the Chinese soldiers on the position were not really hurt, the flying debris was also very troublesome. Several soldiers who were lying behind the rocks and not hit by the Japanese bullets were now bleeding from their heads. They were all hit by the debris.

Even Zhen Dazhuang's No. 1 gun position paused for a minute because an infantry shell exploded more than ten meters away from the fortifications, and did not continue to fire at the cunning 89 tank.

"Youxi! Order the infantry artillery team to continue to maintain this intensity and let the Chinese see what artillery is!" Nobi Nobita smiled for the first time.

He did not see the angry faces of the Chinese mortar gunners behind the mountain!

The 769th Regiment originally had 4 mortars and 25 shells. So far, except for the six shells they fired because of the appearance of Japanese tanks, they have been holding back and not continuing to participate in the battle.

Waiting for the right fighter is one thing, but the most important thing is that there are too few shells. Good steel must be used on the blade. This is a concept that has long been deeply rooted in the bones of the 921st Division, which is poor in material resources.

But now, the fighter has appeared, and the Japanese dared to place the infantry gun on the open ground within the field of vision of the artillery observer.

Moreover, the mortar unit supported by the 683rd Brigade gave them 50 shells...

What else can I say? Beat him up!

"Order the regiment artillery company to temporarily follow the command of Li Daxi, the squad leader of the 683rd Brigade. Eight guns will focus their fire on me and knock out the Japanese infantry guns!" The young regiment commander on the top of the mountain gave a decisive order.

"The maximum straight-line distance of the target is 1050 meters, and the elevation angle is adjusted to 58.3 degrees...

Eight rounds of rapid fire at each gun position! All listen to my orders!"

Li Daxi, who turned a deaf ear to the shells that were still exploding a hundred meters or even dozens of meters away, never took his eyes off the telescope. While trying to look into the distance through the smoke, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The messenger behind him faithfully conveyed the order of Li Daxi, the old artillery squad leader, to the mortar position on a small flat land behind the mountain with flag language.

In the era without communication tools, the heroic troops of the 921st Division fully demonstrated the tradition. The messenger, who was no more than 20 years old, looked very thin in the smoke, but his arm waving the small red flag was very steady, without any mistakes.

The 8 mortars more than 400 meters away from the top of the mountain were all adjusted in one and a half minutes according to the data measured by the old artillery who went to the top of the mountain as an observer.

"Fire!" With Li Daxi's roar, the messenger's red flag fell fiercely.

Eight artillerymen put the mortar shells into the muzzle and squatted down.

After several muffled sounds of "Dong!", the artillerymen who picked up the shells again followed suit and put the shells into the muzzle again.

This cycle repeated, firing an average of one shell every 4 seconds. In just 30 seconds, all the 8 rapid fires required by Li Daxi were completed.

This was already the fastest firing speed of this batch of gunners. If it were placed in the Four-line Regiment, the gunners who fired an average of 30 shells per person could even increase the speed to one shell every three seconds.

There were a total of 8 mortars, each with 8 rapid fires, which meant that 64 shells were thrown out in just 30 seconds. This intensity of artillery fire should be unprecedented in the history of the 769th Regiment and even in the troops that formed the predecessor of the regiment.

However, the only ones who could see the grand scene were probably the front-line officers and soldiers of the 769th Regiment on the battlefield.

They were fortunate to see a blooming flower, but this time, it was on the enemy's position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The violent explosions from the bottom of the mountain not only made the Chinese soldiers' eyes widen, but even the Japanese infantrymen who were still trying to advance in the hail of bullets could not help but look back.

Their eyes were suddenly dull.

The four infantry guns that were just lined up in a row, with a horizontal and vertical spacing of 40 meters, were all submerged in the smoke of artillery fire.

Are you sure this is a battle with the Chinese? The Japanese infantrymen looked at the artillery positions behind them covered in smoke and couldn't help but squeeze their thighs.

The urge to urinate came!

The sudden Chinese tank guns only scared those tanks, but the infantrymen were not particularly nervous. They also had the 37mm rapid-fire guns that used armor-piercing tactics, but they were used to attack fixed fortifications. Attacking infantry was not the specialty of that gun.

But this kind of mortar that can almost fall vertically is different. This thing is known as the "infantry nightmare". When one falls, the shrapnel air wave can sweep across an area. Even if you are lying down, you may be decapitated by the shrapnel. Whether you can survive depends on whether Amaterasu wants to see you.

The Japanese infantrymen were just scared, but how did the Japanese artillerymen who were bombarded by mortars feel?

The two artillery lieutenants who were afraid of being blamed were really aggrieved before they died. Damn it, my buddies have already fired cannons into the sky, why are you still not giving up? There are so many mortars and you didn't say anything. If you had said it earlier, my buddies would never run so close to seek death!

Whatever happens, you have to hide behind that bastard Nobi Shaozuo. If you want to fight, you can fight him first.

64 shells fell crazily, not only did the violent air waves overturn all 4 infantry guns to the ground, but the casualties of the Japanese artillery soldiers on the scene directly exceeded 80%. They were either swept away by the turbulent air waves or cut into blood gourds by shrapnel.

"Where did the Chinese get so many mortars?" The bastard infantry battalion captain Nobi Shaozue, who was scolded by two artillery lieutenants before his death, saw that the 4 infantry guns he ordered to approach the artillery were covered by artillery fire. His eyes went black and he almost fainted.

The troops that went out of the city to reinforce Shentouling had a total of four infantry artillery squads with a total of 8 infantry guns. Now, because of his order, half of them were directly lost. Would Goto Koshi Nan Da Zuo, who was in charge of the rear, want to eat him?

The Japanese Army Shao Zuo didn't know his temporary boss very well. Goto Koshi Nan, who had been silently observing the battlefield with a telescope, had a livid face. What idea of ​​eating was there? What he wanted to do most now was to pick up a knife and chop the bastard in the front-line command alive.

No matter big or small, cut them up and feed them to the dogs.

In fact, this loss is too great, so great that it is almost unbearable.

This is not a problem of losing 4 infantry guns, but, without enough artillery, he only has more than 1,000 infantrymen, how can he fight against the Chinese who have at least several times more troops than himself? Who is stubborn?

"Order the second and third artillery squads to retreat immediately, retreat to 1,500 meters away, and order the baggage soldiers to build bunkers for them immediately. Without my order, they must not leave the position!" Goto Koshinan ordered with a cold face.

"In addition, tell Nobi Nobita that I will give him 3 hours. If he fails to capture the position in front of him, he can pledge allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor in any way he chooses, and he doesn't need to come back to see me."

However, before this cold-blooded and ruthless military order was transmitted to the front line, Nobi Nobita's face was full of despair.

After the artillery battle led by him, in which the Chinese counterattacked with mortars, the Type 89 tank that jumped up and down finally turned from a supporting role to a protagonist.

The reason is simple. The Type 89 tank suddenly became immobile and changed from a flexible and mobile position to a fixed turret.

This battle was definitely an extremely difficult test for the two anti-tank artillery squads led by Zhen Dazhuang.

Zhen Dazhuang had fired ten shots, and basically missed. The Type 89 tank was like a flexible fat man, constantly moving around and swinging its short and thick 57MM tank gun to fight back from time to time.

In this situation, even the artillerymen who learned from him in the 683rd Brigade were anxious, and even climbed out of the fortifications at the risk of being blown to ashes by the tank gun, and used their good vision to continuously report the whereabouts of the Japanese tanks to Zhen Dazhuang.

Beads of sweat rolled down Zhen Dazhuang's forehead. He knew that if he didn't blow up a Japanese tank in this battle, the reputation of Tang Tuanzuo would be ruined. He had boasted about the past achievements of the Four-Line Regiment in front of the artillery students of the 683rd Brigade.

In the end, that was it? Two guns went to the battlefield and didn't even blow up a tank.

Zhen Dazhuang is from Shaanxi Province. He is a bit reckless, but his brain is good enough, otherwise he would not have been transferred by Pang Dahai to train artillery for the 683 Brigade.

If the 89 tanks cannot be hit, then the 94 tanks with thinner skins can be hit.

Although the 94 tanks look more flexible because of their small size, their engine power is also small! On this kind of hillside, their mobility is actually not as good as the 89 tanks.

So, Zhen Dazhuang, who was eyeing a 94 tank, finally broke through 0 results after firing three shots in a row.

A shell hit the front armor of the unlucky guy. The 10 mm thick steel plate had no obstruction against the terrible tungsten core armor-piercing shells. The thick shells almost violently broke into the interior of the 94 tank and exploded.

The high-temperature jet generated instantly, let alone the human body, would melt even the steel. Black smoke came out from the inside of the 94 tank, and then there was a "crackling" explosion. There were no shells in the 94 tank, but the thousands of machine gun bullets that were still there exploded!

The miserable appearance of the Type 94 tank that was lying on the ground frightened the other three tanks, especially the other tank that Zhen Dazhuang had targeted.

The panicked Type 94 tank slammed the accelerator like crazy, and in the horrified eyes of Lieutenant Matsuda, it crashed into the tail of the Type 89 tank that was moving coquettishly.

The loud sound of metal hitting each other was even louder than the sound of the shell exploding.

The Type 89 tank that was reversing directly hit the Type 94 tank that was desperately fleeing. One was 15 tons and the other was 3.4 tons, just like a mud tanker hitting a QQ. The two were not in the same weight class at all.

But no one can deny that the force is mutual, and it cannot be said that if the size is big, there will be no damage.

The engine of the Type 89 tank located at the rear of the vehicle suddenly emitted a puff of black smoke, and the diesel engine that could burst out 170 horsepower was out of service. Moreover, due to the huge impact force, the Type 89 tank also jumped forward, and the damaged diesel engine burst out the last power.

The Type 94 tank was even more miserable. It was directly knocked out three or four meters by the big brother. There was a crater next to it, which was blown out by a mountain artillery shell. Perhaps this was originally a sunken area, and it was expanded by the shell to a depth of up to 1.5 meters.

The Type 94 tank fell crookedly into the crater with its buttocks facing down. No matter how the tracks turned, how the engine roared, and how the little tank twisted its body with its head tilted, it couldn't get out.

The two tanks that had a car accident were miserable, but what was even more miserable was the only spectator who watched all this up close.

The Type 89 tank that had a car accident rushed forward and hit the boulder and Lieutenant Matsuda who was caught in the middle.

"Damn it!" This was the last thought that came to Lieutenant Matsuda's mind, and then he was knocked into a ball of meat.

The poor Japanese Army second lieutenant probably thought about how he would die, whether he would be shot by bullets, torn by grenades, or stabbed in the chest by Chinese bayonets, but he probably never thought that his death had nothing to do with these.

"The First Evolution"

Surprisingly, he died in a car accident, a car accident caused by the stupidity of his own armored soldiers.

The scene of the car accident was very tragic. The Type 94 tank was like a turtle that could not climb out of the quagmire. The Type 89 tank hit a big rock head-on. There was a bloody meat mud on the front of the car, which was just on the observation hole of the Japanese driver.

But the Japanese driver was obviously not terrified by the blood and flesh blocking the observation hole. The real reason for his fear was that no matter how he stepped on the accelerator, whether he was moving forward or reversing, the Type 89 tank did not move at all.

The Type 89 tank lost its mobility.

This scene was also discovered by the artillery lying outside the fortifications.

"You are not dead yet?" Zhen Dazhuang tried to move the muzzle and aimed it at the Type 89 tank that was still paralyzed despite the continuous black smoke.

No one knew how many shots Zhen Dazhuang fired, but everyone could see the misery of the Japanese tank after being hit.

The riveted turret and the barrel were smashed into pieces by the violent metal torrent, and the large holes on the body of the vehicle that were visible to the naked eye proved the terrible kinetic energy of the 37mm anti-tank gun.

Then, with a loud "bang", the 89 tank that had been completely destroyed jumped up suddenly, and the huge energy of the dozen shells in the car that followed lifted the 15-ton steel behemoth several dozen centimeters above the ground.

The fire that burned from the inside out completely turned the tank into a bright candle, which was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield.

Nobi Nobita closed his eyes in pain. After losing 4 infantry guns, he successfully helped Goto Daizuo get rid of an Imperial main battle tank.

What kind of day is today!

If possible, he really wanted to pick up the knife...

Cut himself a knife, so as not to make it difficult for everyone.

Obviously, this kind of thing is easy to cut others, but difficult to cut yourself.

After seeing the turret flying into the air due to the explosion smash the stupid Type 94 tank into a pile of steel scraps, Nobi Nobita was actually calmer than before.

Shame, anger, pain, these emotions are useless now. What he needs to consider now is how to survive this battlefield.

It's not because of the Chinese, but the higher-ranking commander behind him.