On the river beach, many Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared. The cold river water was as sharp as a knife, and it felt uncomfortable to step in the water with bare feet.
Many of the Japanese grimaced in pain and kept cursing. But he would still be driven down the river by the military sergeant behind him, and he would follow suit and walk toward the center of the river.
On the stone bridge, three Type 92 infantry cannons were carried up first. Four Japanese soldiers were carrying a Type 92 infantry gun. The weight of hundreds of kilograms made the small Japanese soldiers look as hideous and terrifying as the little Japanese soldiers carrying sedans in a ghost town.
On Zhang Ergou's side, the heavy machine gun has locked them, and two other light machine guns have also exposed their fangs, waiting to tear apart their prey.
A few minutes later, there were more than a hundred Japanese on the river beach. On the stone bridge, the Japanese carrying the infantry cannon walked faster, and the stone bridge was already halfway across.
Fire!
The gunfire suddenly rang out with a roar that shattered the world, and a series of fiery red bullets rushed out of the gun chamber, piercing the Japanese body in the next moment!
Two of the three Type 92 infantry guns fell into the river, and the other fell on the stone bridge, but the Japanese who carried them had turned into a pile of mud and rolled into the river.
The Japanese crossing the river were even more screaming. Many of them were still holding shoes in their hands and carrying guns on their backs. They stood in the middle of the river so conspicuously that they were no different from fixed targets.
Tintin and Maoer's platoon opened fire with all their strength, trying to harvest the Japanese in the middle of the river. Only then did Tintin Maoer understand what "attacking halfway through" meant. It was no different from attacking an unarmed civilian.
Some Japs who couldn't bear it were forced to lie down, but the cold river water was as sharp as a sharp knife. Suddenly jumping into the water is like having several people stabbing you with knives. Those who could swim were better off, but those who couldn't swim were washed away directly. After choking on the water, there was no chance of survival.
At this time, the Japanese on the other side of the river woke up from the shock, hurriedly crawled to the ground, and began to fight back blindly.
However, at this moment, artillery shells fell from the sky and landed directly on the Japanese team. A dozen Japanese soldiers were taken away in an instant, while more injured people were lying on the ground, not daring to move.
"Artillery, artillery, return fire immediately." Inoue conscience yelled anxiously. He never dreamed that his team would be attacked by the enemy. And the firepower attacking them is quite powerful, not inferior to the Japanese front-line troops at all.
"Report to the squadron leader, the enemy's artillery is coming from different directions. I'm afraid we have been surrounded by the enemy." This Japanese artilleryman is really a little clever, and he quickly came to an astonishing conclusion.
"Surrounded by the Chinese Army! Then they will dispatch at least one division of troops. Immediately request air support from the headquarters. All units will form formations and counterattack on the spot!" Inoue Conscience reacted quickly, and he quickly came to a similar conclusion. in conclusion.
However, the command level of the Japanese squadron leader was not bad. When the troops were stunned, he made accurate arrangements at an extremely fast speed and responded very appropriately.
At this moment, Li Baisha, who was sitting on the hill, finally couldn't bear it anymore. The artillery they brought over has already fired. If they don't seize the time to harvest the Japanese, when will they wait?
Although this hillock is only about twenty or thirty meters in relative height, they are close to the Japanese team. Most of the Japs were focused on the other side of the river and fired their guns that way.
Except for a few quick-response artillerymen setting up grenades on the flanks, there were almost no ghosts paying attention to this side. After all, artillery has a relatively long range, and ordinary soldiers cannot hit places that far away.
The firepower of Li Baisha's second row was not weak, and the number of people in the final row was almost 50. When everyone fires together, the coverage area is really not that large.
Li Baisha also used the three-three system tactic that Wen Sangang had recently taught. The entire platoon's troops were spread out, forming a very powerful firepower network.
The moment the fire was fired, ten or twenty Japanese were taken away. The Japanese who were setting up artillery were even more targeted by heavy machine guns. The Japanese gunner was knocked to the ground before he could adjust his firing range, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Damn it! You stupid pigs, get up! Fight back, fight back..." Another Japanese squadron leader, Akita Yokoji, roared incompetently.
They have always been the only ones to suppress the national army and beat them. How often have they been beaten like this by others? They have a lot of troops and can organize a counterattack.
At this moment, most of the Japanese soldiers were not online, but they did not dare to oppose the commander's order. Many Japanese were lying on the ground, but they were not easily hit by bullets. But if they want to get up and organize a battle formation and fight back, they are risking their own lives.
As soon as several Japanese soldiers stood up, they were knocked down by bullets flying from the high ground. After a few bloody flowers appeared on their bodies, they could no longer stand up.
At the rear, all the troops in Wen San's hands were in place. The teams of Lao Wan and Gao Xiaobing stood on two corners respectively. Facing the Japanese's back, various weapons roared crazily in an instant.
The Japs team that had just been organized was beaten again until they screamed, wailing like a slaughtered pig.
The firepower on this side was even more fierce, and the Japanese didn't even know which direction to send additional troops. The cannonballs above the head kept falling and kept extending.
The most unexpected thing was that Ma Yinchu fired a high-explosive bomb, which happened to land next to the Japanese squadron leader Inoue Conscience. The most calm commander of this unit was sent to hell in one fell swoop.
Seeing Inoue's conscience being blown into rags, Akita Yokoji really panicked.
The enemy's firepower was not only extremely ferocious, but also surrounded them in a small open space and struck them crazily.
If it were just that, the Japanese could still organize a counterattack with their excellent military qualities. Even if the Japanese who crossed the river were unable to exert their fighting power, they still had a lot of troops.
However, the shells flying overhead from time to time became their biggest reminder. These shells blasted from three directions were like three peerless flying knives, ruthlessly harvesting the Japanese soldiers in waves.
At this moment, they finally understood the feeling of the national army being bullied by their artillery. If you really can't hold your head high, what's the point of having a strong individual soldier? Cannonballs can't kill you?
If there were only artillery shells, the Japanese could adjust their position at any time to avoid them; but unfortunately, there were one to two hundred rifles, five heavy machine guns, and a dozen light machine guns from three directions on the opposite side, harvesting them.
Any Japanese who dares to lift a finger from the ground will be lovingly taken care of by Bullet.
If the first and second rows only had the advantage of the surprise attack, then the team attacking from behind were really tigers going down the mountain.
The firepower is so powerful that it can be blasted, and the marksmanship is quite impressive. Their achievements soon surpassed that of a row of Tintin cats.
The number of Japanese casualties in the two squadrons decreased rapidly like a huge wave washing over the sand. Less than a quarter of an hour after the war started, more than half of them were already dead.
