Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 584 It's nothing but strong from the outside!

Hearing the sergeant's roar, the eight Sichuan Army soldiers crawled out of the individual bunker almost subconsciously, and unscrewed the back cover of the grenade hidden under them.

Pulling off the drawstring, he threw it down the mountain with all his strength.

The four submachine guns also started firing.

When it was still far from the top of the mountain, the two infantry platoons of the Jing'an Army could of course maintain a skirmish line with a width of 200 meters, but when they got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, naturally, the width of the line would never exceed 100 meters, that also means that the horizontal distance between each soldier is only one or two meters, which seems a bit too dense.

The bullets of the four submachine guns swished over, and the first reaction of all the soldiers was to get down, but dodging the bullets did not mean that they could dodge the grenades.

The German-made long-handled grenade that is standard in the Chinese army can be thrown much farther than the round grenade due to the principle of leverage. With 8% to 30% combat power, it is enough to throw more than [-] meters away.

That's just right!
The first wave of 8 grenades really hit the soldiers of the Jing'an Army who were lying down.

However, except for one or two bombs that exploded on the spot, most of them did not explode immediately, but only smoked blue smoke.

But that, for the soldiers of the Jing'an Army who hadn't had time to call it a fluke, it was more cruel psychological torture.

If it were a real strong army, such as the choice of the sergeant of the Second Company of the Independent Battalion to use his body as a shield for his comrades, or if it was close, he would also pick up the grenade and throw it far away.

But for the vast majority of these former "Chinese" who participated in the Jing'an Army, their purpose of joining the army was just to make a living, and suddenly found that the food was delicious, except for being secretly poked Backbone, who is not afraid to look at them on the bright side?Those local rich men who didn't even look at them in the past had to bow their heads when they saw them. They could get military pay and get psychological satisfaction, so they just followed Li Shoushan, a big traitor, all the way to the underworld. up.

Obviously, throughout the history of the world, there has never been a strong army without spiritual beliefs.

Just like the Mongolian iron cavalry across the European continent, their belief is: under the blue sky, there are all Mongolian pastures; even the Japanese, the reason why they are brave and not afraid of death is the warrior DAO spirit that has been passed down for thousands of years The result of brainwashing over and over again.

In the face of the crisis of life and death, this puppet army, which showed incomparable resoluteness in the attack, was discouraged. No one dared to grab and throw away the grenade that was about to bring the howl of death with blue smoke, but they all exclaimed to the other side. Roll on one side.

It was not until two or three seconds later that the grenade with a delay of five or six seconds exploded. This also caused most of the soldiers of the Jing'an Army to escape this wave of grenade attacks by luck.

But they didn't realize that because of the panic-dodging, the originally sparse formation appeared denser.

From a distance, it looks like a disturbed bug, instinctively wriggling and gathering together.

It seems that only the temperature of their companions can make them feel warm.

The temperature of the blood is definitely higher than the temperature of the body surface, and there is nothing wrong with their subconscious choice.

"Give me two seconds in my hand before throwing it!" Seeing that the first wave of grenade attack was not effective, the sergeant's eyes were bloodshot, he hissed and roared, dropped the submachine gun, and rang the grenade in front of him with the back cover unscrewed.

He let the blue smoke sizzling in his hand, until three seconds later, he threw it forward with all his strength.

The other three guard platoon soldiers all threw the grenades in front of them one after another in the manner of the squad deputy.

The soldiers of the Sichuan army knew that they could only follow the command of the sergeant in front of them. Once the two devils rushed up, they would all die. 'Throw the grenade again.

Perhaps a Sichuan soldier was too flustered, and the grenade stayed in his hand for more than 4 seconds before he threw it out in a hurry.

Fortunately, the batch of hand grenades supplemented by the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs were imitations from the Gong County Armory Factory, and the quality was excellent. If they were made by some small workshops, the lead wires would not be so regular. Maybe this Sichuan soldier would have been blown into a blood gourd long ago.

Most of the dozen or so grenades thrown in this round exploded upon landing, but at least three completed the frightening air explosion.

The effect of three balls of gunpowder smoke exploding in the air is much brighter than the fireworks during the Chinese New Year. The air waves visible to the naked eye directly cut off the canopy of the tree, but the most deadly thing is the shrapnel.

Without the ground as a barrier, the shrapnel of the three air-burst bombs shot almost 360 degrees without dead ends.

There was a scream below.

Just this round of more than a dozen grenades killed or injured at least a dozen soldiers of the Jing'an Army. Some of them were unfortunately hit by shrapnel in the aorta. There was warmth on the soldier's face.

Of course, what is more exciting than the warm blood is the screams that are comparable to slaughterhouses.

"Rush, rush up!" The captain and company commander of the Jing'an Army watched this scene, and finally realized that he had stepped into a trap.

The high ground with grenades constantly thrown in front of them was a trap, but the deadliest thing was not them, but the slope that seemed to be far away from the battlefield.

The Chinese actually ambushed soldiers there in advance, and beat the grenadier team they sent so that they could not suppress the high ground in front of them at all, and also allowed the soldiers on this high ground to throw grenades down from the fortifications and bunkers unscrupulously.

The reason why the grenadier team did not wait for the ready attack was also to allow the two infantry platoons to get closer to the position and completely enter their grenade attack range.Even for this reason, they would rather bear the casualties caused by several waves of grenade attacks.

To be able to accomplish such a perfect tactic, the Chinese commander on the high ground is not only ruthless enough, but more importantly, what kind of tacit understanding and trust should there be between the defenders in the mountains and the soldiers on this high ground!
The Chinese defenders on the high ground would rather trade casualties in exchange for prey to step into the trap. The Chinese defenders in the mountains clearly could attack in advance, but they just kept silent. They waited until the gunfire sounded on the top of the mountain, and then responded to the grenades that could suppress the position on the top of the mountain. The soldiers attacked.

The clearer the mind is, the more frightened it is.

The opponent in front of him is completely different from the army he encountered before.

But the current battle situation is already difficult for this Jing'an Army captain.

If he retreats now, he will get nothing but carrying a large number of wounded and dead bodies back. If he is not good enough, he will be sued by the battalion commander who has been displeased with him and lose his position as company commander. There are too many people who hold the throne.

The only way to change this ending is to attack.

He gambled that the Chinese, who didn't have many troops on the mountain top, didn't have that many grenades. According to his previous experience in the Northeast Army, four grenades per person was already the limit.

This man can be regarded as decisive. Seeing the exploding grenades constantly being thrown from the top of the mountain, he not only did not give the order to retreat, but instead gave the order to attack to the death. Among the attacking troops, another infantry squad naturally went to the hillside to support the attacked grenadiers, and the last infantry squad sneaked into the woods after his whispered orders.

The fighting was raging on the top of the hill, and it was also fighting on the other side of the hillside. The grenadier soldiers and a squad of infantrymen were not lambs to be slaughtered. The continuous sound of gunfire and explosions showed that they were also fighting fiercely.

This also means that the infantry company commander of the Jing'an Army, who is desperately fighting to the death, bet all his chips.

He just barely made it.

Although he miscalculated the number of grenades carried by the defenders at the top of the mountain, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army were required to carry at least 6 grenades each before departure, and some even carried 8 grenades. Six consecutive rounds of grenades were thrown into the forest, nearly a hundred The explosion of the grenade blew up the original dense forest.

Not to mention the casualties caused to the Jing'an Army, at least more than 30 people fell in a pool of blood and wailed, and more than 20 people didn't even make a sound.

The Jing'an army who had been battered by the bombing was driven by the captain and company commander waving a pistol for three consecutive waves of charges, but they were violently fired back by four submachine guns.

But as the density of grenade throwing weakened, the sound of gunfire and explosions on the hillside still showed that the battle situation there was in a stalemate. The Jing'an Army, which still had [-] or [-] troops, finally saw the dawn of victory.

They crawled patiently in the grass, trying their best to go upwards. The shooting of four submachine guns and several other rifles could not stop their progress at all. When they approached five meters, they could throw a grenade into the field by raising their arms. In the fortification area composed of stones, even if they are just thrown in front of the stones, they can block the sight of those damn Chinese defenders.

"Come on!" Captain Jing'an's eyes flickered with madness.

The heavy casualties have already told him that regardless of success or failure, he has actually lost this battle.

He no longer had any thoughts of showing himself in front of the brigadier-general in his mind, and now he just wanted to attack this position and kill those Chinese soldiers.

This is not a desire to win, nor is it revenge for his subordinates, it is purely an obsession after a beautiful dream is shattered.

More than a dozen grenades were thrown out by the Jing'an Army, and they exploded a few meters in front of the position. The smoke mixed with air waves and mud enveloped the front of the position.

Dozens of soldiers of the Jing'an Army climbed up and tried to run up while firing their guns. Although it was very difficult, it only took ten seconds, no, five seconds, and they could rush into the small high ground that took dozens of their lives. .

"Da da da!" Dozens of tongues of flame, more blazing than four submachine guns on the high ground, swept over from the flanks of the mountain forest, and knocked to the ground more than [-] soldiers of the Jing'an Army who were running hard along the hillside.

Old Hei arrived, taking all the guard platoon soldiers he could take with him on the right wing.

(End of this chapter)