boom.
A crisp and loud shot suddenly broke the silence on the river.
The Japanese bridge-building engineer who was holding the rope diagonally to prevent the pontoon bridge from being washed away by the river suddenly fell down.
Ten rifles suddenly appeared scattered on the river embankment.
Gunshots were fired continuously, all aimed at the Japanese engineers building the bridge.
Four pheasant neck heavy machine guns and more than ten light machine guns that were covering the Japanese engineers opened fire immediately.
Non-stop fire suppression was directed at the Eighth Route Army position where the gunfire had just been fired.
Follow.
The Japanese had already prepared mortars and started firing towards the east.
boom.
Shrapnel of sand and soil flew everywhere, and a column of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky.
Each group of more than ten mortars immediately formed a dense artillery fire.
The Eighth Route Army position on the East River Embankment was blown up into dust.
Over and over again, they bombarded the sandbag positions set up by Eighth Route Army on the embankment on the other side of the river.
The entire river bank east of the river was shrouded in gunpowder smoke.
The mortars fired continuously and the shells roared.
The light and heavy machine guns stretched out wantonly, firing back and forth at the river embankment shuttle line.
The Japanese engineers shouted to speed up the progress of the bridge construction. They drove piles on the shore and fixed the cable-stayed ropes. The wooden planks that were constantly thrown into the river continued to stretch crookedly towards the other bank.
Across the river.
Li Xiang and his mortar team hid in the anti-bomb hole on the reverse slope of the river embankment, feeling the tremors coming from the ground and the Japanese machine gun bullets whizzing above their heads.
Hu Yi had already given him an order: "After the battle begins, quickly destroy the Japanese 92nd Infantry Artillery!"
Li Xiang understood what Hu Yi meant. If the Japanese infantry cannons were not destroyed, the artillery tower would never be saved, and the Japanese mortars did not pose much of a threat to the artillery building.
The purpose of leaving the gun towers is to deal with low-altitude strafing by Japanese aircraft.
Otherwise, we can only let the Japanese planes wreak havoc.
The bombardment is over.
Only the Japanese machine guns were left firing randomly.
Observation Post: "The puppet troops began to gather, and the troops were divided into three groups to prepare to cross the river."
The messenger shouted: "Get out of the artillery holes and get into position."
"The puppet troops are not allowed to open fire until they reach the middle of the river."
"Throw the grenade first, shoot with the rifle, and hide the machine gun fire for the time being."
"Let them live a little longer"
"Watch them later as ducks in the river."
The previous Japanese pursuit left more than 200 corpses on the Eighth Route Army, but there were also many injured Japanese soldiers.
The tank squadron directing the attack detoured southward.
The Japanese captain who took over the command had no intention of letting the noble imperial soldiers cross the river to die.
If you can become a captain, you will naturally understand the essentials of the military art of attacking halfway across the river.
Therefore, he directly ordered the city defense troops following him to serve as cannon fodder for the attack.
The puppet city defense commander had fought many battles, and he knew very well that the Eighth Route Army must be hiding behind the river embankment.
When the commander of an army began to think of ways to preserve his strength, the combat effectiveness of the army had basically disappeared.
But he didn't dare to blatantly order his men to jump into the river.
As a result, except for a few officials, they received orders from the pseudo-city defense commander to save their lives.
Most of the puppet troops took it for granted that Tubal Road was vulnerable.
In the sunshine, there seemed to be no one at all on the freshly shelled embankment across the river.
Because I didn't see anyone showing off a gun.
The puppet troops who have been following the Japanese to sweep away and fight against the wind are naturally in their nature to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Although I have no experience in fighting as a vanguard, I saw the fierce firepower of the imperial army.
He immediately screamed like a chicken, ready to rush across the river and kill the Eighth Route Army.
Under the cover of Japanese machine gun fire, the puppet troops divided into three groups entered the bridge almost simultaneously.
Naturally, there were smart people in the puppet army. The Eighth Route Army did not leave after taking over the turrets on the opposite side. They did not believe that the bridge would be so easy to cross!
The palms of the hands holding the rifles were all sweaty, and they hid silently behind the puppet soldiers in front.
I was praying in my heart that the bullets from the Eighth Route Army would not penetrate the brother in front.
How long can we walk on a bridge that is more than 20 meters long?
Behind the half-exploded sandbags on the river embankment, rifles suddenly stretched out between the trajectories of Japanese machine guns, and the muzzles of black holes flashed fiercely.
Bang bang bang.
At a distance of forty or fifty meters, there is no need to aim at all.
A voice shouted in the rain of bullets: "Hit me hard."
One grenade after another was thrown at the stone bridge
Screams began to appear one after another. The puppet soldiers on the bridge stopped on the spot and slowly fell into the river. The puppet soldiers immediately lay on the bridge of the stone bridge more than five meters wide. Fight back on the embankment.
The puppet soldiers who had just stepped onto the bridge turned around and crawled back desperately.
The grenades thrown onto the bridge began to explode, and one after another the puppet soldiers began to fall into the river.
The same scene happened on the simple pontoon. The only difference was that no one fell into the river. They just rolled directly into the river.
The Japanese lieutenant supervising the formation behind the attacking team was so angry that his nose was twisted. As long as the leading city defense troops were not afraid of death and rushed forward, the eight-way rifles could kill at most a few in front. Within three seconds, they could completely rush to the opposite river embankment and fight with them. A physical battle begins on all sides!
It only took three seconds to win, but these cowards didn't dare to charge.
And there are still people who dare to retreat.
The lieutenant drew his Southern pistol and cocked the bolt.
Ba. He shot a puppet soldier in the back who was crawling back.
Seeing a brother being executed on the spot, the other puppet soldiers immediately did not dare to climb back. The puppet soldier on the edge of the bridge did not hesitate and turned over and fell into the river.
All fools know that the battle is fierce at this time, and the Eighth Route Army will definitely not have the energy to fight the drowned dog!
The puppet machine guns also began to bark in a hurry to cover the brothers lying on the bridge.
After the grenade explosion, the gunfire from the Eighth Route Army stopped.
As the battle raged, Japanese fighter jets flew over the river.
A very strange scene happened. The fighter jet did not fire at all.
Only the Japanese were left, and the puppet machine guns continued to rain heavy fire on the river embankment.
Immediately, Japanese engineers jumped into the river to repair the damaged pontoon bridge.
The gunfire didn't stop, but the puppet army's first attack was over.
On the Ninth Battalion position, the fallen soldiers were dragged behind the river embankment.
More than a dozen soldiers were defeated, several were shot in the head, their bodies were twitching, and blood was coming out of their mouths. They turned a deaf ear to the comrades holding them next to them, and stared at the sky with wide eyes, full of unwillingness.
A soldier who was clearly dying was holding on to his comrade's clothes. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't.
A soldier whose brains were beaten out was not dead, and was still mumbling.
Either not injured or seriously injured!
The soldier leaning behind the river embankment looked quietly at his comrades next to him.
There are still people who subconsciously carve endless numbers of Chinese characters on their gun butts.
Luo Fugui is responsible for fighting the enemies coming from the pontoon bridge in the north.
He wasn't even interested in looking at the wave of attacks against the puppet troops just now.
I don’t even want to know how many puppet soldiers were killed.
There was no comfort for the wounded before they died.
Like Hu Yi, he was holding a telescope to watch the Japanese planes flying overhead.
(End of chapter)
