Miyama Xia Shu, who had escaped the disaster, had no time to rejoice at this time. Just as he was hiding among the Japanese army, a sharp whistling sound flew from the air. In his ears, it sounded like something from hell. call.
"Bombardment!"
"Get down!"
"spread!"
Several officers roared loudly and issued different orders.
However, this hysterical roar could not stop the swarm of artillery shells in the sky.
20 rounds of 81mm mortar shells and 6 rounds of 75mm mountain artillery shells instantly fell into the chaotic and crowded crowd of Japanese troops. The 26 flying fires and smoke not only created dozens of aerialists and disabled people in the center of the explosion, The severed limbs also created thousands of fragments and iron filings that flew around at high speed. With high temperature and fiery eagerness, they happily penetrated into any flesh and bones that blocked their flight path, bringing There was a howl of ghosts and wolves.
But for the Japanese troops who were crowded together and unable to disperse in a short period of time, the bad luck caused by the explosion was not only the destructive power of the shells themselves, but also the dozens of packhorses and war horses pulling light, heavy and artillery concentrated in the center of the depression. It was also visited by several cannonballs.
Although most of the horses survived, even the pack horses that had been specially trained to adapt to the battlefield ran wildly and uncontrollably due to the animals' instinctive reaction to danger. At this time, any object in front of them was an obstacle. The obstacle for them to escape, for the animals that are already frightened and crazy, is to step on them without moving forward.
Corporal Saburo Matsushima's mind went blank because of the sudden explosion. This Hokkaido farmer, who had been taken care of by his fellow squadron leader Toyo Tajima, watched with horrified eyes as his fellow squadron leader was killed by a galloping horse. The coming packhorse hit him from behind.
Then, the rear hooves of the packhorse, which was tightly strapped with a gun mount of several dozen kilograms, fell heavily and stepped on the lower abdomen of Captain Tajima Toyo who fell to the ground unexpectedly.
Matsushima Saburo stared at Tajima Toyo's eyes facing the sky with his mouth wide open for a moment until his eyeballs bulged out, like two dead fish eyes. His lips were wide open but he didn't make any sound, and his body was curled up like a baby. He got up, and then heard a deep and low call from his broken balls: "Songdao, help me."
Only then did Matsushima Saburo react, and he rushed forward to help Captain Tajima Toyo, but with just a slight exertion, he saw that Tajima Toyo's pale face had been covered with a layer of cyan and was twisted in pain, but still didn't sound.
For Toyo Tajima, whose balls were now broken and her lumbar vertebrae had been shattered, making any sound would bring endless pain.
"Rescue soldiers...rescue soldiers..." Matsushima Saburo shouted with a voice that had become dry and hoarse from fear and sudden blows.
Unfortunately, his cry for help, which no longer sounded like his own, did not call the ambulance. Instead, it attracted an 81mm mortar heavy explosive bomb weighing 6.9 kilograms.
Then... there was no more. This farmer from the mountains of Hokkaido and his fellow squadron leader got on an airplane for the first time... Of course it was a homemade airplane. As for what he felt the moment he flew into the sky, it is unclear. Got it.
Of course, it was lucky for Captain Toyo Tajima, because he no longer had to suffer this kind of unbearable pain.
The damage caused by dozens of crazy horses was not too fatal to thousands of Japanese troops, but the panic and impact caused to the already crowded crowd made the Japanese army's formation even more chaotic.
In Wazikou, a low land that is not much bigger than a football field, the land has been washed flat and smooth by the flash floods that broke out a few years ago. The tallest vegetation is only a few small fir trees that are less than a person's waist high and are taller than an arm. The slender tree trunk is really not a good bunker to block artillery shells for the stubby Imperial Japanese Army. But even so, there are many trembling shit-yellow figures crouching behind these small trees.
Mishan Xia Shu's eyes were red at this time. With his rich experience, he instantly judged that the impact points of these shells were carefully calculated. The firing distance of each gun was about 20 meters. The coverage of one round of shells A small half of the field was completely covered, and in a few seconds, these loyal and brave imperial soldiers under his command would face the second or even third round of bombardment.
The battalion leader who graduated from the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School is very clear about the killing radius and effective killing distance of a 75mm and 81mm artillery shell, and it sounds to him that the power of mortar shells is not average. It was so big that the damage radius was beyond his expectation.
No, we need to get out of this dangerous area immediately.
Mi Shanxiashu had completely disregarded his own safety. He stood up, drew his command knife and pointed at a small forest to the east, and loudly ordered: "Kill the frightened horses, and quickly spread out in all directions to seize the forest. "
It has to be said that the Japanese army was indeed well-trained. Even in such a chaotic situation, Yoneyama Shimo's order still worked.
Soon there were gunshots, and the frightened horses kept falling down in mourning. Moreover, the Japanese troops on the edge of the team had set up their crooked light machine guns and started shooting aimlessly at the surrounding mountains.
Regardless of whether the counterattack at this time has any effect, it will at least stabilize the morale of the military.
But unfortunately, the second round of shelling came soon as expected, and then came the third round. The sound of a few thin machine guns was quickly drowned out by the sound of explosions.
Miyama Xia Shu didn't care about dodging the shells at this time. Maybe one shot would kill him but it would be a clean slate and he would no longer be tormented by the tragedy in front of him. He loudly ordered the officers around him to ignore the impact of artillery shells, gathered some troops and moved towards the high ground to the east.
After the order was issued, he discovered that the commanders of the 3rd Squadron and the Machine Gun Squadron, who had been waiting for the order just now, had turned into corpses lying on the ground. Only the big holes on their foreheads were still bleeding. Tell Major Yoneyama Shitaki that there are not only shell attacks, but also silent life-seeking bullets coming from nowhere.
He didn't know how the enemy accurately found these officers in the crowded crowd, nor did he know what weapons the enemy used to shoot, so he hadn't heard the gunshots until now, but Mishan Xia Shu was a beast who knew himself. The brigade fell into a trap carefully laid by the Chinese army with unknown organization and number, but very powerful combat effectiveness.
