Rise From Eight Hundred

"Open fire at the two bunker fire points, shoot the bastards down! Accurate shooters aim at officers or grenade throwers, shoot the bastards, and all others must not move!" Boss Cao, who had led his soldiers through the communication trench and returned to the trench from the air-raid shelter, ran in the trench while shouting orders.

The Japanese machine gun firepower was output with all its might, which was a real threat to the infantry on the ground who needed to show their heads and shoot. The only way was to expose the two light machine guns in the bunkers in advance.

After receiving the order, the two machine gun bunkers on both wings of the position began to fire at the Japanese infantry 180 meters below.

The two machine gun bunkers that received the order pushed away the rocks used for camouflage at the firing port, and the black machine guns burst into bright sparks.

Two whips lashed at the Japanese army that was crouching forward!

The Japanese army was actually very cautious. The distance between individual soldiers was definitely greater than 5 meters. There were only 40 Japanese infantrymen on a horizontal plane at most. Such sparse battle positions were enough to ensure that when the opponent opened fire with heavy firepower, there would not be a large number of casualties due to the dense formation.

But the 39th Division was obviously too lacking in experience in fighting the Four-Line Regiment. They did not know that in the face of the crazy firing rate of MG42, all the individual distances were illusory.

In just ten seconds, the two MG42s firing at full speed each emptied a 250-round belt.

Under the crazy rain of bullets, all the Japanese infantrymen crawled on the ground, and at least 20 unlucky people were unfortunately shot.

Unlike the battlefields that the 231st Infantry Regiment had encountered before, they were swept by light machine guns and many wounded were able to wail.

The consequence of being hit by MG42 was 90% death, because at that moment, it was not one bullet that hit the body, but basically five or six.

What kind of feeling did the Japanese infantrymen have when they saw their colleagues being shot like sieves with twisted hands and feet lying in the field of vision? Anyway, it will never be good.

"Order the infantry artillery squad to kill the Chinese firepower point!" Sano Yoshizo's face was gloomy under the telescope, but he remained calm.

The Chinese must have heavy firepower points, but what was beyond his expectation was that the firing rate of the machine guns used by the Chinese was really too terrifying.

The Japanese Army Colonel could clearly see the blood spurting out of his soldiers through the telescope. In less than 3 seconds, seven or eight soldiers were hit and fell to the ground.

The real firing rate of this machine gun is unknown, but it is definitely a second kill of the Empire's Type 92 heavy machine gun, and the Type 96 light machine gun with 200 rounds per minute is even less comparable.

It must be another new weapon sold to the Chinese by the damn Americans! Sano Yoshizo instinctively put the blame on the Americans. If it weren't for these arms dealers, how could the Chinese be better than the Empire in terms of equipment?

The Americans said they were wronged. Your German boss is not a good thing. They are also greedy for money! You know, their opponents are in Europe and Africa, and they never thought of coming to the Far East and Asia.

However, Sano Yoshizo, who was more ruthless towards the Americans, was still confident at this moment. He believed that under the bombardment of two infantry guns, these two machine gun bunkers would be doomed sooner or later.

The frustrated Japanese infantry stayed on the hillside about 180 meters away from the Chinese position, enduring the continuous shooting of two machine guns at them, and waiting for the two infantry guns of the brigade to remove these two nails.

They did this in countless battles. As long as the infantry guns killed the heavy firepower points exposed by the Chinese, the Chinese would become toothless tigers and would be their prey sooner or later.

The two infantry guns fired very accurately. After several consecutive shots, one shell finally hit the machine gun bunker head-on.

A thick black smoke rose from the machine gun bunker, and stones flew everywhere!

Then, the machine gun that was still firing desperately just now misfired.

"Long live the Empire!" The Japanese infantrymen who had been frustrated on the hillside cheered loudly.

"Lao Zhang, report the situation!" Boss Cao in the trench was also nervous, and he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie at hand to call.

The machine gunner in the No. 1 machine gun bunker was an old machine gunner in the 4th squad. He had been promoted to sergeant long ago. He would rather be the deputy squad leader in the 4th squad than the squad leader in other platoons.

It's strange to say that since the last battle in Jindong, only Tu Yunsheng and Boss Cao were left in the 4th squad. The fate of the 4th squad seemed to have changed, and there were very few casualties in the following battles.

In two years, only 5 people were sacrificed and 18 were injured, of which 12 eventually recovered and returned to the team. Many brothers have been together for more than two years. The feeling of living and dying together for two years even surpassed that of brothers. Seeing that the No. 1 machine gun bunker was directly hit by a shell, the sandbags and rocks covering the bunker were blown away. Boss Cao, who was originally very confident, couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

The machine gun in the No. 1 machine gun bunker is not only the most important firepower point of Hill No. 13, but there are also three brothers in it.

"The damn Japanese artillery is quite accurate. I am seeing stars now, but the brothers in the engineering battalion have done a good job. I won't die for the time being." Lao Zhang's panting voice came from the walkie-talkie.

The two machine gun bunkers were built by the engineering battalion. They first dug a nearly two-meter-deep pit. The half-meter-high bunker exposed outside was made of rocks and sandbags on the outside, and the inner layer was made of 12mm thick steel plates, supported by logs as thick as a person's waist. Although its protection cannot resist large-caliber heavy artillery such as the 105 howitzer, it can still block a few shots from small-caliber artillery such as the 75 mountain gun or the 70mm infantry gun. This is why Boss Cao dared to easily expose the two major fire output positions on Hill No. 13 in the first wave of the Japanese attack.

But even with such thick protection, the three soldiers in it were dizzy and almost bleed after being hit by a shell!

"Okay, you can still curse, which means you won't die. Lao Zhang, you guys stop firing as planned and wait for orders!" Boss Cao's one eye flashed coldly. "Just these hundred Japanese soldiers are not enough to kill. We have to lure out all the ones they are hiding."

If it were someone else, they would probably say that this one-eyed man is bragging. You are only 37 people on the high ground, plus you, the deputy platoon leader, and you still think that the number of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers who are slowly approaching is too small.

But who is Boss Cao? He is a god who relied on two incompetents to block the attack of dozens of Japanese soldiers for nearly an hour. Anyone who mentioned this middle-aged man who used to be a cook in the Four-Line Regiment would give a thumbs up and say, "He is a man!"

If he said it was too little, then it was really too little.

The No. 1 machine gun bunker stopped firing, and the No. 2 machine gun bunker did not last long. After two consecutive shots hit the machine gun bunker, the two machine guns that were just so awesome stopped firing.

There were sporadic rifle gunshots on the position, and many soldiers began to suppress the downward fire under the hail of bullets.

"Yoshi! Tell Morita-kun that the artillery squad performed very well in this battle. I hope they will continue to be glorious." A smile appeared on Sano Yoshizo's face for the first time.

"The Chinese firepower point has been eliminated. Inform Captain Ono that he can attack the enemy's high ground with all his strength. Don't worry, there will be two infantry squads to follow.

Also, don't let him feel sad for the imperial warriors who died in the battle. We will avenge them with the lives of all the Chinese on the high ground!"

As the Japanese army colonel issued the order, the long sound of the Japanese hand-cranked alarm came from the position, which was the signal for the attack.

In the dense forest opposite the mountain, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers advanced towards the position at high speed!

Standing hundreds of meters away from Tang Dao's vision, there were more than 200 Japanese infantrymen on the mountain with a depth of only 400 meters and a width of only 350 meters in front of High Ground No. 13, like a group of hungry locusts seeing a cornfield.

"Is Cao Cao trying to lure the enemy in? I don't think he has even deployed a few infantry! Is it possible that your 3rd Battalion will use all the artillery to focus on the hillside of Hill 13?" Tang Dao asked, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

"Hehe! It's not worth using precious artillery shells to deal with just 200 little devils. Commander, don't worry. This trick was brainstormed by the officers and soldiers of my 3rd Battalion. It is guaranteed to be enough to give the little devils a good drink." Li Jiujin said with a smile.

As the gunfire on the battlefield became more and more intense, the losses of the Japanese infantry became greater and greater, but the Japanese army still did not stop the pace of attack. The Japanese infantry closest to the position had even reached a position less than 90 meters away from the first-line trench.

Then, the charge horn sounded suddenly on the battlefield, "Ding Da! Ding Da!"

Not to mention that the Japanese infantry who were advancing bravely were stunned, even Tang Dao was stunned. Isn't this the sound of the charge horn?

Even if it is a counter-charge, it shouldn't be played at this time! Wouldn't that put dozens of soldiers under the threat of the Japanese light and heavy machine gun fire?

"Swish~~~" First came the sharp whistle in the sky.

That was the sound of two 60 mortars and one 82 mortar assigned to Hill No. 13 firing. The three mortars remained silent. Even when the Japanese light and heavy machine guns were firing vigorously, they did not fire back.

It was not to save shells, but to wait for the moment when the charge sounded!

"Boom boom boom!" The Japanese heavy machine gun fire point placed in the dense forest hundreds of meters away was obviously a little panicked in the rising smoke.

The Chinese mortars came over. Logically, they had to carry the heavy machine guns and move as soon as possible, but the Chinese were blowing the charge, which meant that they wanted to fight back. According to military regulations, they had to fight back as much as possible.

In such a panic, three mortars fired more than 20 shells in succession, blowing up the area where the Japanese heavy machine gun firepower point was located, and at least two heavy machine guns and their shooters were blown into pieces.

Finally, the other four heavy machine gun teams of the Japanese army could no longer bear it, and they all lifted the heavy machine guns and started running away.

Military regulations are a tyrant. If you don't leave, you won't even have the chance to be punished.

This is human nature. Between life and strict adherence to military regulations, few people can firmly choose the latter.

But you have to say that the Japanese army is indeed very disciplined. They have already started the escape mode, but they still have to lift the 60-kilogram heavy machine gun instead of running away directly.

Seeing that the Chinese hidden mortars fired directly at their own heavy machine gun positions, several heavy machine guns that had just been firing happily were collectively silenced, and the hearts of the Japanese infantry on the positions sank suddenly.

All they could do now was to lie flat on the ground and point their guns upwards. If the Chinese really jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards them, they would fight back firmly.

But within two minutes of the charge, apart from calling for mortars to fire back, no infantry jumped out of the trenches stupidly.

Sano Yoshizo and more than 200 infantrymen on the battlefield in the distance breathed a sigh of relief. This might be another way for the Chinese to send signals!

And there were only a few small-caliber mortars, which were not enough to stop the more than 200 imperial warriors from attacking.

Accompanied by the roar of the Japanese front-line commanders and the shouts of officers at all levels, the Japanese infantrymen who had just fallen down began to bend their waists and continue to move forward.

"Tick-tick! Tick-tick!" The sound of the charge horn sounded again.

Come again? The Japanese infantrymen hurriedly fell down again, and their vigilant eyes almost saw through the trenches a hundred meters away.

As long as the Chinese dared to jump out of the trenches, they would shoot them outside the trenches with extremely accurate shooting skills.

Although very confident, it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous.

Because in the Central China battlefield for more than a year, when such a charge sounded, the Chinese often entered the desperate mode, rushing over under the hail of bullets. Even if they could kill them all, they didn't know how many of their colleagues in the empire would be killed on the battlefield.

This was a trumpet that would hurt both sides. Anyway, as long as it sounded, the old man Death would be busy.

In the end, they still didn't wait for the Chinese infantry to counterattack, but instead waited for the two machine guns that had just been silenced to fire.

"Baga!"

Whether it was the Japanese troops on the position or those watching the battle outside the position, they all roared in their hearts.

Wasn't this thing destroyed by the infantry artillery of the brigade? How did it come back to life?

But no matter how many questions they had, the two MG42s that were firing crazily directly suppressed all the Japanese troops on the hillside with a depth of 300 meters.

"Good guy, Lao Cao is really going to play a counterattack!" Tang Dao suddenly cracked his mouth. "But I know what you guys are going to do to them. This is a good idea!"

"It's the first time too. I don't know how effective it will be. Whether it will succeed or not depends on the brothers under Captain Deng." Li Jiujin's wrinkles on his face were almost stretched out by Tang Dao's praise.

"Quick, sound the alarm and let Ono-kun lead the imperial officers and soldiers to retreat temporarily!" Major Sano Yoshizo, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, turned pale and gave orders repeatedly.

It's not scary that the Chinese blew the charge twice in a row, nor are there mortars and high-rate machine guns. What's scary is that the Chinese can obviously continue to hide the important firepower points that have not been destroyed, and then take them out when the imperial infantry charge to the death. With the fierce firepower they showed before, they can definitely deal a heavy blow to the unsuspecting imperial infantry.

But the Chinese did not do this, but used it as a means of fire suppression to suppress the infantry on the hillside.

All the information shows that they still have a means, a means that is enough to kill more than 200 infantrymen suppressed on the hillside.

Although Sano Yoshizo couldn't think of any trump cards the Chinese had, it was unrealistic to cover them with artillery. After all, there were four battlefields now. The Chinese had only a few large-caliber artillery pieces. Could they put them all here?

The Japanese hand-cranked alarm had just sounded, and the charge horn sounded again on the high ground.

Still coming? The Japanese infantrymen who were still lying on the ground were almost fainted.

The first time the mortar appeared, the second time the heavy firepower point was "resurrected", what, can you still have tanks for the third time?

The Japanese wish was fulfilled.

Three large holes suddenly appeared on three slopes with a slope of up to 60 degrees, more than 30 meters below the first-line trench on the high ground.

Then, the roar of the huge engine resounded throughout the battlefield.

Three small tanks with black smoke coming out of their butts actually rushed out of the three holes and rushed towards the Japanese infantry below.

All the Japanese were stunned.

It's not like they haven't seen Chinese tanks before, but they couldn't understand how there could be tanks in such a mountainous area.

What shocked the Japanese even more was that this small tank, which was about the same size as the Imperial Type 94 tank, could actually move on such a slope as if it were flat ground.

Of course, the most fatal thing was not how fierce this tank was, but that if they continued to lie on the ground and waited for the tank tracks to roll over them, they would be turned into meat paste.

No matter how small a tank is, it is still a tank.

"Retreat!" The scream of Ono Goro, who was more than 200 meters in front of the position, was so earth-shaking that it could even be heard from the Chinese position 200 meters away.

"Squad 2 stays behind, squad 4 follows me and the brothers of the tank company to kill the damn thing." Boss Cao waved his hand, and 14 soldiers followed Boss Cao out of the trench with submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles.

The first infantry-tank coordination of the Fourth Regiment appeared on a small high ground.

With three tanks as the spearhead, they led 15 infantrymen to launch a counterattack against more than 200 startled Japanese troops. ()