Not long after, the bombardment of the navy's naval guns also ended. The frontline commander of the Patriot Army climbed up the long tank excitedly, raised his telescope and took a closer look.
I found that the entire Biaohu Slope had been completely flattened. What came into view were dozens of huge and terrifying bomb craters with scorching smoke. It was really riddled with holes.
"I'm reporting to you, sirs, that all the shelling has ended and it's time for our army to launch an attack!" Several school-level officers hurried over to request a fight.
This is a fixed and old routine in various countries. After the artillery fire, the tanks lead the infantry to charge.
More than a thousand tanks and armored vehicles, plus tens of thousands of elite soldiers who had gone through nine months of rigorous training and were armed to the teeth, captured a dilapidated position and then easily captured the city of Qingdao. It was not something that could be easily captured.
With this kind of firepower configuration, if even the city of Qingdao cannot be captured, then Lu Xiaojia, who is far away in Jinling, will probably have to order the National Guard Army to disband on the spot.
However, the division commanders did not speak. All the Fuso soldiers on the outer positions of Qingdao City should be dead.
But now in Qingdao City, there are still the remaining engineers, cavalry, and baggage regiments of the 18th Division. These troops do not have the three or four thousand soldiers of the infantry and artillery regiments, and their numbers are relatively small.
Among them, there are about 1,500 men in the cavalry regiment, with an additional five or six hundred horses, about 1,000 men in the engineering regiment, and about 3,000 men in the baggage regiment. Plus various miscellaneous personnel, it is estimated that there are more than 7,000 people.
Although these guys are not field troops, their combat effectiveness and weapons equipment are naturally inferior to those of conventional infantry regiments, but they still cannot be underestimated.
Zeng Zhilong turned around first and looked at the soldiers gearing up on the position, "Brothers, don't think that you can sit back and relax just because tanks and armored vehicles are clearing the way. There are still about 7,000 remaining enemies in Qingdao. Because of the innocent people, we cannot use heavy artillery. Bombardment, so your various arms must cooperate well to reduce unnecessary casualties."
"Yes, Commander!"
Seeing that Zeng Zhilong's reminder was in place, Li Yuanjie glanced at his watch at 3:42, and also issued an attack order to these officers, "Armored division, attack!"
A moment later, the two armored divisions launched a pincer-shaped offensive and slowly approached the devastated outer positions of the Biaohu Artillery. Looking around for several miles around Biaohu Slope, there were all large and small shell craters and floating soil.
The ground shook slightly, and more than twenty Japanese soldiers emerged from the floating soil with scars and blood oozing from their ears and eyes after being shocked by the shells. They gasped for air, hurriedly stroking away the blood and mud on their faces, and wiping away the blood that kept pouring from the corners of their mouths. He was bleeding out and looking forward to checking his own condition.
Among them, five or six Japanese soldiers were quite lucky and did not suffer any loss of arms or legs from the bombing.
Of course, they have now lost the courage to continue resisting. Just kidding, they have 4 infantry regiments, 1 artillery regiment, and 20,000 soldiers in the countryside.
This was nearly 40,000 Fuso troops. In the end, they didn't even meet the Patriot Army. In less than two hours, there were only about 20 people left alive. What a shame.
The remaining dozen Japanese soldiers were not as lucky as them. Some Japanese soldiers felt numbness in their hands and feet. When they lowered their heads and looked closely, they found that their legs were gone, or their arms were turned into pieces of meat.
There was also a Japanese soldier who was even worse. His lower body was blown into minced meat, while his upper body and the soil were covered with organs mixed with blood, mud and blood... It was so frightened that it screamed heartbreakingly on the spot. stand up.
The tank commander leaned forward, vaguely heard their howls, and picked up the radio.
"Zi~ There are suspected survivors in the outer positions ahead. All the tanks in the battalion turned on the artillery vertical stabilizers and used white phosphorus bombs to target the floating soil and corpses 200 meters ahead. Don't show mercy to me!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Sherman tanks at the forefront opened fire one after another, and hundreds of M88 white phosphorus bombs containing 1.5 kilograms of white phosphorus hit the Japanese soldiers' heads one after another.
The cruelty of white phosphorus bombs is actually not inferior to that of incendiary bombs. When combined with phosphorus powder, it will spontaneously ignite without fire when it encounters air until the object is consumed.
In later generations, white phosphorus bombs were gradually abandoned by various countries because of the huge physical and psychological trauma they caused to soldiers from many warring countries.
Most of the surviving Japanese soldiers were covered in sporadic white phosphorus, and the burning was unbearable. They jumped up and howled miserably, "Ahhhh, it hurts so much!"
The soldier standing in the tank's flexible firing position grinned and pulled the Browning M2HB heavy machine gun, pouring ammunition indiscriminately at the dozen Fuso soldiers who were waving their hands in the burning position.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Huge shells spurted out from the barrel of the gun, and the soldiers' faces showed expressions of enjoyment. The fear of insufficient firepower was completely cured.
The tracks of the tank crushed the minced meat everywhere, and the skulls and bodies of the corpses were crushed by the metal tracks, making a sound of "bang, squeak, squeak!" After the tank drove past, thousands of infantrymen were left behind to attack them in turn. Touch up these battered corpses.
The large force carefully circumvented the crater and quickly moved towards Qingdao City.
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Although Qingdao City is not as prosperous as big cities like Hudu and Jinling, relying on Jiaozhou Bay, an extremely important trading port, it has also become a shining pearl among modern coastal cities in China.
However, in 1897, the Hans used the "Juye Mission Case" as an excuse to forcibly classify Qingdao as a colony of the Hans, and now it has become a colony of the Fusang people.
The remaining soldiers of the 18th Division were divided into two at the suggestion of Deputy Division Commander Ushijima Kimichiro.
Half of the troops gathered in the Fuso Resettlement area in the city and were responsible for the last line of defense, while the other half of the troops were scattered and ambushed along the main roads in the city.
Thick black smoke billowed out from the backs of thousands of tanks and armored vehicles, and amid the roar of their engines, they were dispersed into two forces, large and small.
A small number of them are armored vehicles, responsible for blocking Qingdao City under the cover of infantry.
The remaining tanks and armored vehicles slowly drove into Qingdao City and cut along the main streets in the city.
The metal tracks crunched on the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble immediately.
The soldiers on the armored personnel carriers got off one after another, leaving a small number of infantrymen to continue to cover the tank operations.
The remaining people dispersed quietly, using squads as combat units, to conduct surprise inspections of the crisscrossed lanes and buildings along the way in an orderly manner.
On Haicang Road, about 400 Fuso soldiers wearing Type 01 Sakura helmets and Meiji Type 45 military uniforms, holding Type 38 rifles and Taisho 11 type light machine guns, were scattered and hiding in a dozen wooden buildings along the street. in the building.
The picture shows the Taisho 11-year-old light machine gun
Second Lieutenant Chizhao Akai, who was in charge of commanding the horizontal artillery team, huddled behind the wall, using a telescope through the shooting hole to observe the endless steel Great Wall from a distance, and his hands began to tremble.
"Baga, the intelligence is wrong. The Patriot Army... actually... has so many tanks!"
When many Japanese soldiers saw this scene, they felt a sense of despair. How should they fight?
Captain Fujita Kon, the Japanese squadron leader in charge of the ambush here, also swallowed hard, but still pretended to be calm, "Akai-kun, please be quiet, we are fighting in the streets, tanks will not play any role, we can use flat-fire cannons to destroy the guards." Those tanks of the national army.”
"Hi!" Akai responded softly, but in his heart he greeted all the officers' families.
Although he commanded a squadron of flat-fire artillery, the whole team only had two Taisho 11 37mm flat-fire cannons. It had to fight against dozens of tanks and armored vehicles of the Patriot Army. This was not a proper death mission.
The picture shows the 37mm flat-firing cannon of Taisho 11. Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it did not penetrate deeply.
