Boom. Boom. Boom.
Chug tug tug.
Ba. Ba. Ba.
Large and small cannons, light and heavy machine guns, rifles and bastard boxes.
Howitzer shells exploded.
The whizzing ballistics whipped back and forth.
The trenches were filled with bullets, almost so intense that whoever took the lead would die.
South of the turret.
The main team has occupied the Japanese outer defense line.
There was an endless stream of people crawling into the trenches, and from time to time some people would never get up again.
Those who could move carried shovels and hoes and rolled on the ground to enter the trenches.
Don't hesitate to dig the trench deeper.
There are relatives who died on the crawling road. There is no time to grieve, so we work hard with tears in our eyes.
The soil on the plain is loose, and hundreds of people work together to dig up the soil at an astonishing speed.
The smokeless gunpowder used in Japanese artillery shells can only explode dust and mist.
The smoke from the trench ring gradually cleared.
The combat effectiveness of the Japanese was not to be boasted. The red-eyed Japanese infantry began to smash grenades and died together with the eight attackers.
The soldiers advancing northward along the trenches were blocked and their advance was slow.
The two sides threw grenades at each other to attack and defend, and the casualties on both sides in the trenches were ridiculously high.
Open land due south.
His vision began to change from being unable to see anything to seeing the outline of the earth not far away.
The observer of the sharpshooter group of the main regiment was lying behind the corpse of the Japanese in the open area in front of the trench. Suddenly, he saw a man with a low waist getting out of the car parked at the bottom of the turret and running along the trench to the Japanese messenger at the artillery position.
He quickly turned around and yelled: "Hey, look, the guy coming out of the turret must be a Japanese messenger. Kill him quickly."
The muzzle of the sharpshooter that found the target moved slowly.
Suddenly, I found that I had no skills, but I was completely unable to aim at the Japanese messenger helmet that was shaking rapidly in the traffic trench.
Based on my feeling, if I shoot now, my chances of hitting the target are probably less than 1%!
I have to constantly remind myself: You must stay calm and wait patiently, because the little devil will always show up.
southwest direction.
A clear sound of tom appeared inadvertently in the green gauze tent.
A grenade shot into the air.
Wen Wuquan also saw the Japanese coming out of the turret, pulling the grenade barrel and pulling the belt to fire a grenade, then lying down, holding the telescope to observe like a sculpture.
This time I didn't see the Japanese helmet moving laterally.
Even if the Japanese observers find someone firing grenades here, they won't care too much.
Because the brother troops have already captured the enemy's southern outer trench defense line, and advancing along the trenches left and right will create even greater noise.
Not far in front of him, brother troops were fighting with the Japanese in the trenches.
The main force attacked, and the firepower group of the 23rd Regiment in Qingsha Zhang suppressed it unambiguously.
Uh. I fired the grenade group from one place to another. Occasionally, I didn't know which edge of the green gauze tent to fire a mortar shell from.
The Japanese grenadiers immediately returned fire.
Heavy and light machine gun fire followed without hesitation.
Under the intense Japanese firepower, Tubal Road's plot to attack the Imperial Army's artillery positions came to nothing.
The artillery position was hit by several grenades and two mortars. One person was killed and four or five were slightly or seriously injured. In such a large-scale offensive and defensive battle, the casualties were completely negligible.
However, the Japs are still itching with hatred. When did the invincible Imperial Army fall to the point of being bombed by Tubal Road?
A grenade from a sneak attack suddenly exploded after landing.
In the communication trench between the two trenches diagonally connected to the turret, a plume of smoke suddenly rose.
Then there was a scream.
Among the shouts, there were clearly Japanese messengers!
Before he died, this guy didn't forget to sing the bird's song intermittently and convey the order to the Japanese in the trench next to him: "Ouch... ah... give the order... shelling. Peripheral defense line."
He couldn't quite hear the dying mutterings mixed with the sound of gunfire, so the Japanese next to him had to ask continuously: "What did you say? Repeat it."
The orderly soldier was out of breath in the morning and was ready to die at any moment. When he heard this man's shouting, he was so out of breath that he immediately died.
The Japanese who heard the word "artillery bombardment" next to them hurriedly ran to the artillery position in a sandbag bunker in a shallow pit behind the second line of defense to relay the order.
The Japanese artillery position was not far from the gun tower.
The lieutenant who received the order immediately gave the order, and the grenade group was still the first to open fire.
The buzzing sound kept coming.
The mortar shells screamed loudly.
On the outer positions captured by the Eighth Route Army, pillars of gunpowder smoke filled the air, shrapnel and soil were scattered, and dust was flying.
The ground was shaking, and from time to time, bombed Eighth Route soldiers were lifted out of the trenches, and their rags and rags were rolled up into the sky.
The continuous deafening explosions completely covered up the screams of the sacrificed and injured Eighth Route soldiers.
Zhang Xiaodao, who had killed three Japanese soldiers and a traitor, was lying in a pit not far from the Japanese artillery position.
Feeling anxious, I pulled the grenade and threw it at the Japanese artillery position.
The Japanese observer not far behind immediately noticed the abnormality, raised his gun and shouted to stop: "Baga, don't you have eyes?"
"I'm a bastard!" Zhang Xiaodao held a shell gun in his left hand and shot the observer to death.
Then, with his right hand, he smashed the hood off the grenade and threw it towards the Japanese artillery position.
In front of this guy, seven grenades with the safety pins pulled out were spread out.
He smashed one of them into a frenzy and swung his arms, and threw the other one, and most of them went to greet the Japanese artillery positions.
After throwing it, he immediately shrank his head.
The observer was killed, and the Japanese were a little confused when they saw someone throwing grenades at the artillery position.
The Japanese who reacted quickly were also unambiguous. If they dared to throw grenades at the heads of the imperial army, even their own people would die!
The muzzle of the rifle quickly pointed at Zhang Xiaodao.
Then, several grenades that smashed the hood were thrown at the shallow pit where Zhang Xiaodao was.
Bullets were whizzing above his head, but Zhang Xiaodao did not run away, because getting out of the trap at this time would mean death.
He hurriedly crawled into the bunker that had been built by gathering five corpses together.
Just as he covered himself with a corpse, the sound of a grenade explosion suddenly sounded in his ears.
It seemed like a hurricane was blowing through, shrapnel was flying across the sky, and the shock wave penetrated the gaps between the corpses. The strong pressure made him feel like he was submerged in water, and there was heavy pressure from all directions.
Completely unable to breathe.
The pressure disappeared in an instant, and he felt the pressure on his body lighten, and then the shock wave of the first exploding grenade struck again.
Six consecutive shock waves blasted the corpse of the Japanese military policeman lying on him into pieces.
The methods taught by that guy Liu Yuanqing really work.
Use the enemy's corpse as a cover to avoid enemy grenade fragments.
The Japanese grenade is very powerful, but its power is mainly reflected in damaging the enemy with fragments.
Zhang Xiao did not dare to hesitate, raised his hand and pushed away the incomplete body of the Japanese military policeman covering his body.
Climbing along the traffic ditch to the east in the smoke and dust.
We must leave this pit now, maybe the Japanese will come to check the results soon.
Before leaving, I have to leave a thought for the Japanese.
In the smoke-filled traffic trench, Zhang Xiaodao could not hear anything in his ears as he stumbled around.
After walking a few steps, I suddenly felt a slight vibration coming from the ground.
Lie forward.
A pair of smelly leather shoes stepped on his back without hesitation, not caring about the second lieutenant's epaulettes on his shoulders.
Then rush towards the shallow pit behind him.
Five corpses were in the shallow pit that had not yet dissipated, three elite corpses and two Chinese corpses.
The battlefield situation was changing rapidly, and the Japanese who came over were a little confused. They had been looking at the outer defense line before.
He remembered that the person who threw the grenade must have been the Imperial Army?
What exactly happened here is hard to guess.
However, the conclusion is simple, they are all dead and nothing matters.
Just three imperial soldiers for two Chinese, it seemed like a big loss.
As for the reconnaissance team and the Eighth Route Army, there is no difference in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers.
Of course, the remains of the imperial army that were sieved by grenade fragments had to be disposed of briefly, otherwise it would be unsightly to have their intestines exposed.
A Japanese soldier put down his rifle and pulled out a bandage to bandage the dead military policeman.
The Japanese who was hunched over and on guard suddenly said: "Hey, I saw that the warrior epaulette that fell to the ground when I came here just now seems to be a second lieutenant?"
"Don't talk nonsense, how could the second lieutenant lie on the ground?"
"Haha. You are so miserable, even the second lieutenant dares to step on you."
"I usually get stepped on by them. If he dies, why don't I let them step on me?"
"No, there aren't many second lieutenants in our brigade. I don't think you've seen this one before?"
"You idiot, you can still recognize him when he's lying down and can't see his face?"
The Japanese are indeed well-trained and have a clear division of labor.
Guns and artillery fired on the battlefield, but the three Japanese soldiers who came over were still talking and laughing.
He didn't seem to care about the war in front of him at all.
Artillery positions.
The lost outer trenches were bombarded with grenades and mortars.
The gunpowder smoke cleared away immediately, and the shelling made the gunpowder smoke and dust thick again.
More than fifty meters away.
Although the situation in the trenches not far away was not very clear, the approximate distance was correct.
The Japanese grenade group had the most fun, because at this distance, there was no need to aim at all.
"withdraw"
"Retreat now"
The sounds that come and go seem to be getting further and further away?
It seems that Tubal Road can't stand the bombardment and wants to retreat?
Just after the Imperial Army's trenches were laid, Tubal Road actually wanted to retreat?
What kind of medicine is hidden in this gourd?
(End of chapter)
