Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1128 Cruel!

In fact, regardless of the fact that on the 209.1 highland so far, one machine gunner has died, the deputy shooter has been injured, and one rifleman has been shot. Only 12 soldiers can still fight!
However, three semi-automatic rifles and two MP28 submachine guns still exist, plus the Czech light machine gun re-set up by the deputy shooter, they can still maintain strong enough continuous firepower!
Moreover, bulletproof sandbags are carefully set up at each battle position. Unless the soldiers of the 4th squad raise their bodies too high, it is difficult for the Japanese army to shoot at them from an elevation angle. The pawns are not on a horizontal basis at all.

More than 100 Japanese troops were stubbornly suppressed, including the death squad with more than 30 people left.

During the more than 20 minutes of engagement, it was not that they did not try to make an onboard charge by standing up and shouting 'onboard'.

However, two German-made submachine guns deployed on the high ground, one on the left and one on the right, swept through the fifty bullets that poured in in a few seconds, knocking down several Japanese infantrymen to the ground.

Okay, you continue to fire fiercely, then I will lie down slowly, and then charge at a distance of 60 meters. Let's see what you can use to stop us. It's not that the members of the Japanese army's death squad have never shown tenacity.

But what I never expected was that there was a 'mortar' hidden on this small high ground!
Really, not a mortar, who can throw a grenade at such a long distance?

After seeing the Japanese forward approaching at a distance of about 80 meters, Boss Cao put away his rifle and came to his exclusive battle position!

It was the widest circular area in the entire trench, with high trenches and sandbags in front to block possible bullet shooting angles, and an observation position with steps on the side, where Boss Cao could observe the position of the Japanese infantry. Others can also tell the approximate distance and area of ​​the Japanese infantry.

The entire area covers an area of ​​8 square meters, which can give Boss Cao a certain run-up distance and space to stand completely.

Under such circumstances, Boss Cao's furthest throwing distance can even reach more than 90 meters, which can be called a humanoid 'mortar'!
This is actually one of the reasons why the second lieutenant platoon leader of the Sharp Knife Platoon placed 4 squads on the 209.1 high ground.

Except for Boss Cao, a wonderful grenadier, no one can reach the attack distance of the grenade to 90 meters!
Therefore, the grenade with a delay of up to six seconds basically exploded in the air after crossing a space of 80 meters. The 360-degree shrapnel splash without dead angle was a nightmare for the Japanese death squad at this time!
There is even an illusion that the more determined one moves forward, the faster one dies!

Several times in a row, only 55 people remained in the original death squad of 33 people, and 22 of them were not hit by 9mm pistol bullets from German submachine guns, but were injured by fragments of long-handled grenades.

The effective range of the MP28 submachine gun is only 150 meters. To be honest, it is not the best choice in a long-distance field battle between the enemy and us. However, its firepower is fierce and the large-caliber round bullets equipped with it are extremely powerful. Lose combat capability.

But on such a battlefield, losing combat power almost means death. Only a limited number of Japanese soldiers in the death squad were dragged down from the forefront by the medical soldiers, and most of them were still lying down on the hillside.

Their only hope of survival is that their colleagues can conquer this high ground.

But the current situation is obviously very desperate. The fierce melee firepower of the Chinese makes them think that they are on the wrong battlefield.

Here and there is the Chinese army with poor firepower reported by domestic newspapers. Could it be those damn Westerners who joined the war?
Compared with those desperate wounded soldiers, the Japanese infantry who were still crouching behind the mountains and vegetation also faced a choice.

If you retreat, you may live or die, but if you move forward, you will definitely die.

Facing the choice of continuing to breathe and dedicating their lives to the faith of the empire, the Japanese army on the hillside has already begun to move around.

Of course not forward, but retreat.

The two infantry squad leaders who were still alive both asked the captain commander, who was also making a difficult decision, to retreat.

Up to this point in the war, the Chinese have only dispatched a single 'mortar', causing nearly half of the death squad casualties, and the follow-up two infantry squads have suffered more than 10 casualties. Failure is doomed, and there is no point in continuing. In vain, it is a fool's job to use the lives of imperial warriors to add gold to the Chinese military medals.

In order to be able to live, the Japanese can also find reasons for being tall.Don't look at their jaw-dropping staidness at ordinary times, but in times of crisis, their heads are as flexible as melon seeds.This should be the so-called Jizhongshengzhi.

800 meters away, the Japanese Army Chief's face was livid!
After deciding to use this small highland as the breakthrough point of the entire front, Yokoyama Ze, the infantry regiment captain, took on the 'heavy task' of the frontline commander himself!
The major commander who was in charge of fighting on this highland was directly sent by him to command the battle in front of several other highlands 500 meters away.

Here, in addition to leaving an infantry squadron, there is also a reinforced infantry squadron directly under the 62nd Infantry Regiment Headquarters, which is the Regiment Flag Guard. If you add an infantry artillery detachment and two heavy machine gun detachments, other The total force is actually as high as 600 people, almost accounting for one-seventh of the total force of the 62nd Infantry Regiment.

After three consecutive rounds of attacks and firepower tests, the Chinese on the high ground only had at most one infantry platoon. The ratio of troops was 12 to 1, and he, the captain of the Chief Zuo Lian, was in charge. The name of the second child in the Hengshan family may not be stable!

In this battle, there is only success, there is no other way to go.

A trace of greenness flashed across Heng Shanze's face, and the hostility in his eyes made the staff officer of the regiment headquarters on one side feel cold all over. That feeling seemed to return to the time when Heng Shanze smiled and patted his little butt lightly.

"Order, 4 mountain cannons and 2 90mm mortars of the artillery squadron directly under the wing are preparing for artillery fire. The target area is the main position on the top of the Chinese No. 0 highland, and the artillery fire will be fully covered in 10 minutes." The order of General Yokoyama Ze made the Major Staff Officer Immediately the whole body is cold.

He even felt that there was something wrong with his ears. It was already crazy to let the 92 infantry artillery, a direct-pointing artillery, fire at a distance of more than 100 meters from the Chinese infantry's attack.

But no one thought that there is no craziest, only crazier. Your Excellency, the captain of the regiment, ordered the 75 mountain artillery to fire.

"Your Excellency, Captain," the Major Staff Officer boldly wanted to remind.

However, Heng Shanze turned around suddenly, his face was full of vultures, and he blocked all the words behind him back into his throat, "Notify Captain Okamoto ahead, take cover, and the whole army will attack immediately when the shelling slows down, and occupy The position of the Chinese. The glory of the 62st Infantry Battalion of the 1nd Infantry Regiment, please leave it to him."

"At the same time, please be sure to convey my request to the artillery squadron. This shelling is related to the lives of more than 1 imperial warriors from my 100st infantry brigade, and the glory of the entire regiment. Please hit the target accurately. Please." After issuing two military orders in a row, Heng Shanze's face softened, and he sent a very emotional request.

"Hey!" The Major Staff Officer could only bow his head to accept the military order, turned around and left quickly.

Yokoyama Ze watched the back of Major Staff Officer go away, picked up the binoculars and stared into the distance again, the expression on his face was like cast iron without any emotional change.

As a curved cannon, the landing point of the mountain cannon is much more difficult to control than that of the direct-pointing cannon. The squadron leader was already frightened when he used the infantry cannon to cover the infantry attacking and shelling very close to the target, let alone the mountain cannon.

No matter how good you are, there is no guarantee that the mountain artillery can accurately shoot this kind of artillery with range strike as the core of tactics without accidentally injuring your own infantry more than 100 meters away, let alone struggling 4 meters in front of the independent 100th squad The Death Squad.

As long as the four mountain cannons start bombarding, there are still more than 30 people left, with a 90.00% chance that five of them will become cannon fodder.

No. 62 in the 1nd Infantry Regiment, no one dared not accept the order of Yokoyama Ze.

The four mountain cannons of the Artillery Squadron began to adjust their muzzles according to the data sent back by the artillery observers in front, trying to send the shells to the top of the mountain more accurately without sending their own infantry into the sky. It was passed on to Captain Okamoto Henghou, the Japanese frontline commander who was still struggling to retreat.

At the moment when he saw the semaphore, Okamoto Henghou was just complaining in his heart, complaining that the boss did not care about the lives of the imperial infantry, and when there was not enough artillery fire to attack the Chinese on the top of the mountain fiercely, he blindly attacked only The infantry will be lost in vain.

"Attack NMP!" This should be what Captain Okamoto Henghou wanted to say most at this time.

But soon, as the semaphore continued to transmit news from the headquarters, the little face of the Japanese army captain, which had been stained by gunpowder smoke and dust, miraculously turned white, just like the face-changing in Sichuan opera.

He is really too superficial!

Heng Shanze's military order was not only cold-blooded, but also brutal. The artillery was about to fire while they were still on the ground?

Okamoto Henghou is very clear that if he dares to disrespect the military order, he will be ordered to cut open his stomach as a person like Yokoyama Ze, and he has no time to retreat at this time. Those stupid artillery who will strictly implement Shangguan's military order should Also adjust the muzzle!

Hopefully, they'll be more accurate.

The pale-faced Japanese infantry captain issued an order for the entire army to hide.

But in fact, his military order is not so important anymore. In order to avoid the fiery bullets of the Chinese, the remaining 100 Japanese infantrymen on the hillside hid very tightly.

With a "boom", a shell exploded about 400 meters away from the high ground.

"Baga, Artillery Malu!" Captain Okamoto, who was hiding behind a rock, tried his best to group himself into a ball, and cursed at his own artillery!

What kind of accuracy is this good?Is this to kill your own people first and then go to the Chinese?

"Adjust the shooting angle, target!" The Japanese artillery observer 800 meters away also yelled into the phone with sweat!
"咻~~~" The sound of the terrible grenade piercing the sky came from far to near.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several grenades exploded behind the position.

On one side of the high ground, the leader of the sharp knife row who was looking at the 209.1 high ground shrank suddenly.

"Everyone, hide, Japanese artillery fire." Without waiting for the second lieutenant's order, Tu Yunsheng on the ground roared desperately.

In fact, there was no need for the sergeant squad leader to remind, at least two-thirds of the veterans on the battlefield accounted for at least two-thirds, and the moment they heard the shells streaking across the sky, they rushed into the nearest artillery hole with their guns in their arms.

The recruits are reminded whether they are in training or before the battle, everything is learned by the veterans, and there is a 50.00% chance of surviving.

Only those who have survived a great war are eligible to be called veterans.

Of course, this is just a test firing. Everyone knows that as the Japanese observers report the effects of the shelling to the artillery behind, the real shelling will come soon.

Sure enough, when the officers and soldiers on the position were still drilling into the anti-battery holes, the Japanese army's mountain artillery fired again. After two rounds of test firing, some shells finally fell on the position.

Four 4-kilogram projectiles exploded, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, and the terrible air waves rolled up hundreds of square meters of dust.

The faces of the few recruits who had never really been under the baptism of artillery fire were all pale. This is still the power of the 75mm mountain cannon. If it was replaced with a 105mm howitzer, what kind of terrible situation would it be?
On the other hand, the veterans were much more relaxed, like a corporal who even leisurely lit a cigarette in the log-roofed bomb defense hole.

In his words, if the little devil's shells can't be blocked here, there will be no safe place on the battlefield. Damn it, the ball can only be pointed upwards. Is there any use for fear?

With the passage of time, more and more shells fell on the position. The full-speed shooting of four 10-type mountain guns with a rate of fire of 1 rounds per minute is undoubtedly terrifying. They can fire more than 3000 shells in one minute. To this piece of land with a radius of no more than [-] square meters.

Ten minutes, excluding the time to cool down the gun barrel, is enough to throw more than 10 shells, and a grenade with a killing radius of 150 meters can completely plow this position back and forth four or five times.

However, compared to the officers and soldiers of the 4th squad who still had anti-gun holes to hide in the position, the Japanese army's death squad located [-] meters below the position had a really pale face.

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The moment when the first grenade pierced the sky from overhead exploded at the position belonging to the Chinese position.

This group of so-called most steadfast imperial soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army knew that they were abandoned, cold-blooded and mercilessly abandoned by Shangguan.

As the barrage gradually drew closer, one grenade after another slammed into the Chinese positions that were close to them, blowing up the sky with smoke, dust and flames.

They should be full of happiness, but they are getting colder and colder.

Because, it won't take long, and they who are at the forefront of the position will become part of the fire.

It is not because of the Chinese mortars, but our own mountain artillery, the very familiar [-]-style mountain artillery.That power is really not small!
At this moment, they finally understood the Chinese soldiers who had struggled under the fire of the Type [-] mountain artillery.

Desperate almost forgot to breathe.

However, they still didn't break up, even though their faces were ashen and trembling all over, they still only turned their attention to Ushio Jiro Cao Chang who took over the command of the death squad after the death of the team leader.

Strict military discipline made this group of Japanese soldiers who knew they were going to die dare not retreat until they received an order to retreat.

Now, perhaps the only one who can save them is this veteran Cao Chang. If he says to retreat, those guys with healthy limbs who can run and jump may have a chance!
Unexpectedly, the sturdy peasant boy, who was only about 1.5 meters tall, not only did not call to retreat, but stood up on his own initiative, his eyes burst out with a frightening light, and the oily gleam on his fleshy face made people palpitate , waving the pitifully short samurai sword he got from the captain of the second lieutenant, he roared frantically: "Warriors, the time has come to be loyal to the empire. Follow me, rush up and kill the Chinese."

"Master Wori!" Almost all the Japanese infantrymen of the Death Squad wanted to use this sentence to respond to this big idiot whose forehead must have been severely squeezed when he was born.

They tied white belts on their chests representing bravery, but the white belts don't necessarily mean a safe period to withstand the turbulent bullets, they will be shot anyway, okay?
Since you are so brave, then rush into the bullet screen and show me a few to see if you are a steel bone!

The lonely Djinn in Aladdin's magic lamp must have heard the wishes of this group of Japanese dying squads.

Their wishes were quickly fulfilled.

Before he ran 20 meters, a shell roared towards him. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes of the Death Squad, it happened to hit the poor Japanese Army Cao Chang less than five meters away. A cloud of black smoke.

The thick and powerful thighs and calves trained by chopping wood in the deep mountains can't resist the huge energy produced by his own sharp firearms. The surging air waves will make the Japanese army commander 'Xiao Xiao' who has just broken through the bottom class tall. It was thrown up, then danced and fell down, hitting the ground heavily, without making a sound.

The second squad leader of the Death Squad who had just issued the deafening declaration of the empire died, and died under the 75th mountain artillery shell of his own infantry regiment.

But he is not lonely, he was not the only one who was taken away by the shell, at least two Japanese soldiers were unfortunately within the killing radius of the shell, and without trenches, they could only be like abandoned cloth under the huge power of the grenade. The doll was either rolled up by the air waves, or was blown into a pile of fragments by flying shrapnel and stone fragments.

At that moment, the stone accelerated by the explosive energy of the shell was even more terrifying than the bullet. Even if it pierced through several people in a row, it could still be smashed deeply into the ground.

The Death Squad no longer needs to worry about whether to flee or attack. One after another shells hit, some landed on the position, and some fell in front of the position, completely turning the position and the front into Purgatory.

About forty or so Japanese infantry soldiers who were exposed to the surface about [-] meters before the position were blown up to ashes.

Whether it was dead, wounded and hiding for help, or lucky enough to survive the hail of bullets, all of them were wiped out.

A reorganized squad of Japanese troops disappeared in the sequence of the 62st Infantry Battalion of the 1nd Infantry Regiment.

(End of this chapter)