Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 573 An inch of blood is an inch of mountains and rivers!

Just when the Zhongshan devils were asking for help, the captain of the 23rd Regiment of the Japanese Army, Colonel Fujimura, was leading two infantry brigades, an artillery brigade, and two machine gun squadrons to storm Baijia Town.

An artillery brigade of the Japanese army aimed at the position and the city wall of Baijia Town, and bombarded them indiscriminately.

The devil's shells greeted the Chinese positions as if they didn't want money.

70mm mortars, 80mm mortars, even 100mm mortars.

There are more than 60 large and small mortars, and the large-caliber 75mm mountain guns were also pushed to the front by the devils.

Four 75mm mountain guns are enough to destroy any kind of fortification, including the gate of Baijia Town.

The defensive facilities outside the city were also flattened by more than 20 centimeters in this round of artillery fire, and the deepest part could reach half a meter.

Under the crazy shelling of the devils, the defenders outside the city also suffered a large number of casualties.Many people were buried in bomb shelters.

Those who survived were digging their comrades with their hands.

But at this moment, the little devil seized the opportunity and charged towards the position.

At this moment, almost all the surviving fighters are caught in a tangle, should they continue to save their comrades in arms, or block the enemy's attack?

"The devil is coming up!"

The urgent roar made them give up the rescue with tears in their eyes, and continued to return to their combat posts to shoot at the swarming enemies.

The enemy's attack was very frenzied, and the devil's two infantry squadrons divided into left and right wings and launched a group charge towards the Chinese position.

And in order to be able to take Baijia Town in one fell swoop, the devils organized death squads.

The devil like a lunatic took off his shirtless shirt in the cold winter, ripped off the cloth strip of his shirt and tied it on his head.

In order to express his loyalty, he bit his index finger and put a piece of red plaster on his head.

The long live charge began. Armed with guns, the group of devils jumped out of the temporary bunker 200 meters away, rushing towards the Chinese position like wild dogs running free.

Although the defenders are still resisting tenaciously, under the double pressure of quantity and quality, the troops outside the city are already hard to resist.

They were not as numerous as the devils. This time the charge devils used two infantry squadrons and one heavy machine gun squadron to shoot uninterruptedly at the defenders on the city wall.

The city wall has just been bombed by the devil's shells, and many crenels are gone.

Even in some places, the bright red blood was still flowing slowly from the cracks in the bricks on the city wall.

In the bombardment just now, the defenders on the city wall were also severely damaged, and at least thirty people were killed.

The survivors wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes and continued to fight against the devils.

But the Japanese machine gun bullets hit like raindrops.

They wanted to support the defenders under the city, but one after another fell under the machine gun bullets of the Japanese invaders.

The defenders under the city were even more difficult. The machine guns of the Japanese infantry squadrons were also outputting crazily, which made the already heavy casualties of the garrison even more serious.

There were two companies of defenders stationed outside the city, and more than half of them were killed or killed in just one hour of fighting.

Some of them died under the artillery attack of the Japanese army, while the other part died under the machine gun fire of the devils.

The little devil's machine gunners also have very high shooting accuracy. They built multiple temporary bunkers with the devil's corpses at a position less than 100 meters away from the defender's position.

Their first target was the defenders' machine gunners.After the machine gunner was shot, the continuous sweep created conditions for the infantry's charge.

Eight machine gunners of the defenders were killed in action, and more than [-] soldiers who took up their guns and prepared to shoot at the devils also died in the brief machine gun fire.

The rest of the people can only hide in the bunker.

Their expressions are sad, because the trenches are full of corpses of former comrades-in-arms.

Medics were also killed by enemy fire.He was protecting a wounded warrior with his own body when he was dying.

But none of them survived.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere on the ground, and the blood stained the soil red. One of the second lieutenant platoon leaders never closed his eyes even if he died.

His angry expression was forever frozen at the last moment of his life.

At the same time, all the sadness of the Chinese soldiers was also fixed at this moment.

They looked up at the city wall of Baijia Town, saluted those comrades who were desperately protecting themselves, and said their final farewell.

Because they knew very well that under the attack of the devils, no one could escape back to the city alive.

To get back to the city, they had to climb up the trenches and run for a distance of 50 to 60 meters before they could enter Baijia Town.

But this is the shortest straight-line distance. Judging from the current dispersion of soldiers, the farthest soldiers are 400 to [-] meters away from the city gate.

This is an insurmountable gap, and there is only one dead end for them to run back at this time.The devils don't need to aim at them one by one, as long as they shoot at the gate of the city, everyone will die there, and then their bodies will be piled up like a hill.

So although the city gate was only a short 60 meters away from them, at this time the distance of 60 meters seemed to be separated by a big mountain.

What's more, at this time, they don't want to escape.Because their comrades-in-arms all died here, their anger has been ignited to the extreme.

At this time, they had lost their previous timidity and forgot the pain on their bodies.

They picked up the grenades on the ground with a dull expression, and tied them one by one to their bodies. Then, when the Japanese invaders were about to charge to the position, they braved the enemy's bullets and the enemy's artillery fire, and let out an angry cry. The roar rushed up.

This is the last stubbornness of Chinese soldiers.They clearly knew that stabbing their own side would not have an advantage, but they rushed forward anyway.

Perhaps everyone has feared the word death before.But when they saw familiar faces falling in front of them and dying under the butcher's knife of the crazy Japanese invaders, all they had at this moment was anger and boiling blood.

"Little devil, come on!"

A thin figure didn't hold a gun, he had grenades strapped to his body.

While running, he was shot twice and the bullets penetrated his body.He vomited blood, but he was still laughing and running fast.

He is crazy, but not only he is crazy, but all Chinese people are crazy.They turned their anger into explosions like thunder.The Japanese attack was smashed under the city of Baijia Town.

The flames were steaming, and the endless smoke engulfed the ferocious devils.

The sound of the explosion became a swan song at this moment, it was a moving song, it was a piece of anti-Japanese movement composed by Chinese soldiers with their lives.

They used their own blood to declare what is meant by one inch of mountains and rivers and one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand soldiers! .
(End of this chapter)