The brutality of street fighting will always exceed your imagination.
Dragon Boat Festival avoided a frontal attack on the city under unfavorable circumstances, but could not escape the curse of street fighting.
On the city wall, after just one hour of fighting, only half of Wang Tong's battalion was left.
There was no time for the corpses of the soldiers on the city wall to be transported down, and they were as tall as one person.
Of course, the same goes for the Japanese side. The two sides are fighting on a narrow city wall. It can be said that marksmanship has almost no effect at this time. Even if a recruit holds a machine gun on the bunker, as long as he does not shoot bullets into the sky, Then you will definitely meet the Japanese.
But the Japanese are not fools. They will rely on the bunker to shoot. If there is no order from above to charge, then they hiding behind the bunker will be safe for the time being.
It's just that this security won't last long before it will be broken.
Dragon Boat Festival wants to seize the commanding heights on the east and west walls of the Japs, and the Japs do the same.
After the order was issued, the Japanese charged again towards the Northeast Army's position under the cover of grenade launchers.
At this moment, grenades and machine guns have become the greatest murderous intent.
The sound of artillery fire continued, and the sound of machine gun fire was like roasting beans.
The Japanese soldiers shouting "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor", amidst the roar of machine guns, madly rushed towards the Northeastern Army on the opposite side of the position.
The Northeastern Army kept pulling the trigger amidst the Japanese artillery fire.
At this time, no one cares where the Japanese artillery fire will cover. Everyone's eyes were red and they were making mechanical movements.
Because so many people died, the entire city wall seemed to be soaked in blood.
They interpreted what it means to have an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, and what the integrity of Chinese soldiers is!
"Our lives are here, little devil, if you have the guts, come and get it!"
The soldiers roared and stood up with machine guns to fire under the fierce artillery fire.
The charging Japs were shot and fell to the ground one after another, and those who were not shot were also frightened by the Northeastern Army's aura of looking forward to death.
This battle lasted too long, but it was so short.
Short-term means that the time is short, from the beginning of the war to the present, it is only about an hour and a half.
But to say it was too long was because at this time, the little devil actually felt as if he had lived a long time.
Every minute they spent felt like they had spent a year, or even a lifetime.
Of course, this is not surprising, because when the devils climbed onto the city wall, it was like entering the Shura Hell.
The battlefield here was different from anywhere else. On the city wall that was less than four meters wide, bullets flew across the city, and artillery shells also hit like hailstones.
The corpses of the Japanese on the city wall were as tall as a person. The Japanese climbed over the corpses and attacked, feeling as if they would fall off the city wall.
The timid Japanese were so frightened that their legs weakened, but despite the commander's shouts and curses, they still rushed forward.
This is a nightmare for these Japanese soldiers, but for Kitashirakawa Wash, it is a digital consumption.
He was using the lives of Yin Teng's soldiers to consume Dragon Boat Festival's troops. Because the prince felt that there were too many people in the city at this time.
He wants to weaken Dragon Boat Festival's troops, and then the large army will be surrounded by water, leaving Dragon Boat Festival with no way to go to the sky or to the earth.
However, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he has already made preparations. When the Northeast Army replaced the machine gun company of the Independent Regiment and climbed the city wall, he ordered Wang Tong to transport the entire regiment's grenades and mortars. Otherwise, the remaining troops of the Northeast Army would be destroyed by this wave of Japanese charges. Half the battalion simply couldn't stand it.
But even so, the Northeast Army suffered very heavy casualties. After many Japanese charges, only one company was left in one battalion.
The troop establishment was almost wiped out, and Duanwu immediately mobilized another battalion of the Sichuan Army to support them.
The Northeastern Army was unwilling to retreat, and many soldiers cried and said that they could still fight.
Because this battle was too tragic. There were more than 300 people in the battalion, and after fighting for more than an hour, only more than 100 people, including wounded soldiers, were left, and they withdrew from the walls of the East City and West City.
Dragon Boat Festival ordered the Sichuan Army to mobilize a platoon to move the wounded soldiers.
But these wounded soldiers sat or lay under the south city gate and refused to leave.
Now that the war situation has entered a critical moment, although the deployment of a platoon may seem like a small number of troops, without this platoon, the little devil will lose a platoon of enemies.
What's more, their comrades-in-arms all died on the city wall, how could they just leave like this?
They would stay and watch the battle, and if necessary, they would even use their scarred bodies to fight the little devil again.
Facing such determined warriors, even Dragon Boat Festival had no choice. What's more, it is true that compared with the little devils, their strength is slightly insufficient. And if their raid hadn't been successful, I'm afraid there wouldn't be such a situation today.
Boom! Boom!
At this moment, a series of violent explosions came from the city wall again. A bloody battle for the city wall is still not over yet.
After replacing the Northeast Army, the Sichuan Army continued to fight. They held hot machine guns in their hands and bullets stained with the blood of the Northeastern Army, and fired desperately at the enemy.
The little devils charged like crazy. Apparently they had seen the decline of the Chinese army.
When the Northeastern Army just withdrew, the Japanese officers speculated that their enemies had suffered heavy casualties. If they could take advantage of the situation to take back the initiative on the east and west walls and drive the enemies on the walls all the way to the south wall, then the Chinese troops in the city would Must retreat.
Otherwise, if they stand on the city wall, they can cover the large Chinese defense area under the city.
So the Japanese made a desperate move and charged regardless of the cost.
The Sichuan Army fought very fiercely. After the machine gun ran out of bullets, a soldier from the Sichuan Army rushed forward with a bayonet.
The two sides launched a crazy hand-to-hand battle on the city wall.
The little devil's 38-type rifle has an absolute advantage in stabbing. But its length also has its weaknesses, that is, on the not-wide city wall, the nearly 1.7-meter-7 Type 38 rifle cannot be extended after adding a bayonet.
The Sichuan army seized this weakness and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese. They used their guns to deflect the opponent's bayonets and then engaged in close combat, attacking the enemy with their fists, feet and gun butts.
The advantage of the little Japanese's 38-type rifle was gone, and he could only drop the gun and fight the Sichuan army in the most primitive way.
Combining fists and kicks, at close range, firearms are not as useful as a brick on the city wall.
But this was also the most brutal and bloody battle. Both sides of the war had bloodshot eyes at this moment. Even a coward would be infected by the fighting atmosphere.
This infection is like a virus that spreads not only to your own people but also to your enemies.
Everyone fell into a state of madness in this fight. They roared angrily, then smashed each other's heads with various weapons they could pick up, or picked up bloody bayonets from the ground and stabbed each other in the stomach repeatedly.
The bright red blood was splattering, and the roar was until the throat was hoarse.
Life is gradually drying up with the sound of fighting, but the living people are still crazy. On the city wall of Bengbu, they are performing a purgatory on earth! ...
