Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 1431: Linked to each other

If the memory is correct, Kawashima Ishirō knew that there was only a 15-man team protecting Major Sano.

 Damn it, the Chinese dared to sneak out of their positions and conduct a sneak attack on the brigade headquarters!

If they succeeded in killing Major Sano in a sneak attack, then the battle would be a failure for the entire infantry brigade regardless of whether they conquered the Chinese high ground. Lieutenant Kawashima Ishiro, who figured this out, felt cold all over at that moment.

 “Everyone, come back to support the brigade!” Kawashima Ishiro’s heart-rending roar resounded across the battlefield.

Under the leadership of this Japanese lieutenant, many Japanese soldiers stood up and ran back, regardless of the bullets flying above their heads. In order to increase their speed, many Japanese infantrymen even rolled their bodies on the hillside.

"Want to run away? It's that easy!" Boss Cao's single eye was full of sarcasm, and he took the walkie-talkie: "Platoon Commander Feng, launch a covering saturation artillery bombardment from 100 to 300 meters ahead of our No. 13 Highland!"

"No problem, but Deputy Platoon Commander Cao, the amount of artillery shells is limited. I can only provide you with 36 rounds of artillery shells for Hill 13!" The platoon leader, whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, held the walkie-talkie seriously. replied.

"That's enough. As long as we drag these little devils on the battlefield for a few minutes, we have plenty of ways to kill them!" Boss Cao, who asked for heavy fire support from the heavy force platoon for the first time, was already very satisfied with the fire support of 36 rounds of artillery shells. .

  After all, there are 15 highlands in the whole camp!

In addition to the four 150 mortars of the heavy platoon participating in the shelling of the frontier of Highland 13, the three mortars owned by Highland 13 also joined in. In addition, Battalion Commander Li Da, who had been paying close attention to this area, also waved his hand. , ordered the battalion's artillery company to pull out one of the three 80mm mortars to cover the frontier of Highland 13 with firepower.

A total of 8 artillery pieces blasted the entire small hillside into smoke and shrapnel flying everywhere. If you bury your face in the soil, you may be torn into pieces by the air waves and shrapnel, let alone dare to move on the position.

That is to say, the front of the position was swept by the Type 41 mountain artillery, leaving dozens of craters of different sizes, which could barely provide shelter for the Japanese infantry. Otherwise, there would be nothing to delay. There were more than 150 rounds of artillery shells, large and small. If they were smashed down like this, 80% of the more than 100 Japanese troops would be dead.

Even so, in this more than 5 minutes of shelling, there were more than 40 Japanese casualties. The acting squadron leader Lieutenant Kawashima Ishirō, who led nearly three infantry squads, directly became a high-end version of the infantry squad leader.

Huddled up in the crater like a shrimp with his head in his hands, Kawashima Ishiro's eyes were full of sadness. This was not only because he knew very well that the defeat of this battle was certain.

Rather, this Chinese army, which he had never encountered on the battlefield, was too terrifying.

Such a fierce artillery fire from the Chinese has never appeared before. If this kind of artillery fire were used in a large-scale infantry charge, not to mention 300 people, even 1,000 people would be torn into pieces.

 But the Chinese just didn't use it. Instead, they waited until their last reserve team entered the battlefield before taking it out.

 The terrible heavy firepower can only represent well-equipped equipment. The most terrifying thing about this Chinese army is their mentality.

By this time, the Chinese's tactical intentions had already jumped onto the paper. They were very determined. Not only did they want to kill the imperial officers and soldiers, they also wanted to kill their own commanders.

 But obviously, so far, they are about to complete their tactical intentions.

The constant exploding artillery fire has made it impossible for Lieutenant Kawashima, who has figured out all this, to hear any other sounds. He relies on a one-meter-deep bomb crater to avoid the turbulent air waves, and he cannot see the situation at the group headquarters hundreds of meters away.

The only thing he could do was to pray, praying to Amaterasu to bless the Major to escape smoothly from this stunning attack.

The Japanese army lieutenant was not the only one to figure this out.

　　When a gunshot rang out, the personal guard beside him fell down like a piece of wood. The Japanese Army Major who was thrown down by the guard in the temporary field fortification finally knew the Chinese tactics-decapitation battle!

It's just that he doesn't have as much time as Lieutenant Kawashima to think about how powerful the enemy is. He has to fight for his own survival.

The Japanese Army Major, who had not touched a rifle for more than a year and was only accustomed to the Southern Fourteenth Pistol, took the gun of the dead guard and joined the infantry squad that protected him in the interception of the Chinese elite sneaking here.

As long as we hold on for ten minutes, no, maybe five minutes, and the frontline infantry returns, these daring Chinese can be surrounded and killed, and they will be able to steal the chicken but lose the rice.

“Boom!” But soon, as a grenade exploded the Type 96 machine gun and the shooter who had just fired two rounds of bullets into parts all over the ground with extremely accurate results, the Japanese Army Major was completely desperate.

The **** Chinese are not only equipped with submachine guns with an astonishing rate of fire. The bullets are raining down and suppressing the imperial infantry who only hold 38 rifles. They dare not even risk their heads. There are actually some who can shoot accurately from 200 meters away. Small grenade launcher.

Judging from the smoke caused by the explosion, that thing was much more powerful than the Imperial grenade.

It must be said that Sano Yoshizou is very knowledgeable. The direct-aimed rifle grenades imported from the United States are all produced by the Taihang Arsenal, and the charges are all replaced by cyclone explosives. Although the charge is only 30 grams, because it frees up space, Filled with murderous steel balls, the explosive power is two or three times that of ordinary yellow gunpowder.

 Temporary field fortifications simply cannot withstand the continuous bombardment of such direct-aimed grenades. This is one of the reasons why Boss Cao has the confidence to use a team of 10 people to play decapitation.

In the face of the continuous rain of bullets, the Japanese infantry's proud shooting skills are simply a joke. If you can't even lift your head, how can you practice precision shooting? Take the lead?

The harm caused by a weak counterattack is that the opponent is constantly approaching. When the opponent enters the bomb-dropping area of ​​40 to 50 meters, it is really doomed.

This is something that every Japanese soldier with rich battlefield experience understands. But every comrade who dared to show his head and fight back bravely was either beaten into pieces by several submachine guns or was struck by that terrifying direct aim. The grenade thrower and the sandbag fortifications were blown to pieces. Who would dare to do such a stupid thing?

Chronic poison can cause death, but as long as there is some sense, people with some sense will choose the former without hesitation compared to getting a boxed lunch immediately.

 Including Major Yoshizo Sano who kept shouting for soldiers to shoot him but hid behind the fortifications, this was the same idea.

 So, the remaining nine Japanese soldiers finally met their finale after 3 minutes.

Three consecutive rounds of grenades were thrown from forty to fifty meters away, directly blowing up the weakly defended brigade headquarters into a mess.

 After Adong led 6 soldiers into the area and killed the last resisting Japanese soldier, he finally found the body of Yoshi Sano wearing a woolen coat behind a sandbag fortification.

Yoshizo Sano did not commit suicide by caesarean section out of despair. The Japanese method of killing him by stabbing his belly with a knife would basically take an hour before he died. It was far from the ancient Chinese who simply cut off the carotid artery with a knife and completely died in a few minutes. die.

　　Sano Yoshizo was killed by a grenade!

Several shrapnel tore open his belly and severed his arteries. With no one rescuing him to stop the bleeding, the Japanese Army major fell into a deep coma in less than a minute.

Because of the need for a quick victory, the 10-man team with full firepower had no intention of taking prisoners mercilessly. When no one could prove the authenticity of the guy in the yellow woolen coat, A Dong, a bastard, could only use The most traditional method in China is to pick up the command knife hanging on the body, place the body like a fish on a chopping board, chop off the head three times, five times five times two, and tie the belt through the mandible to the waist.

 The evidence will be preserved!

Really, when Li Jiujin saw this guy with his head tied around his waist, he was confused. What age are you in, why are you still doing what the old Qin family did?

But don’t tell me, after killing the Japanese army of Yoshizo Sano, a Japanese army deployed on both wings by the Japanese Army Major just returned and had an encounter with 10 Chinese soldiers in the mountains and forests.

 Because the number of Japanese troops was close to 30, under a burst of gunfire, a submachine gunner was unfortunately shot in the chest and died on the spot.

A Dong, who had been promoted to corporal, had red eyes at that time. This sturdy but agile mountain guy rushed out with a submachine gun under the cover of two rifle grenades.

At that time, the distance between the two sides was never more than 150 meters. At first, the Japanese army did not see clearly what was hanging on the waist of the Chinese who was tumbling and jumping like a monkey all the way, and thought it was a large grenade.

When the distance between the two sides narrowed to 80 meters, a few sharp-eyed Japanese soldiers discovered what was hanging on this guy's waist. It turned out to be a human head. The neck that had been severed by a sharp weapon was still bleeding. After a closer look, That burnt-yellow face with big gray eyes could be that person if it wasn't Major Sano.    Chinese barbarians.

 The mentality of the Japanese soldiers exploded on the spot after seeing all this.

Let’s not mention how cruel Adong’s behavior was. The key point is that one of the things the Japanese fear most on the Chinese battlefield is to be beheaded. In the customs of the islanders, this means that the soul cannot return to its hometown.

Of course, the more important thing is that they are here to save His Excellency Major Sano. Now that His Excellency Major Sano’s head has become a trophy of the Chinese, is it worth it for them to face such a ferocious barbarian again?

With these thoughts together, the fighting spirit naturally drops!

Here, Adong was furious. Seeing that he could not kill the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the rocks several times, Adong simply called his deputy platoon leader with a walkie-talkie, reported the coordinates, and requested mortar support.

At this time, the artillery fire at the front of the covering position requested by Boss Cao had already stopped. After hearing Adong's request, he immediately ordered the three mortars on Highland 13 to carry out shelling according to the coordinates reported by Adong.

This may be the first time that an individual soldier of the Four Lines Regiment called for artillery support at the squad and platoon level through a walkie-talkie in the field, but it was extremely successful.

The 20 or so Japanese soldiers who were hiding in the mountain forest and shooting at 9 Chinese soldiers never imagined that the Chinese would be so arrogant. A few scumbags could actually receive artillery support, and it was extremely fast.

Perhaps the only thing lacking is accuracy.

Although during normal training, the Fourth Army Regiment emphasized that all officers at the squad and platoon level must know the artillery positioning coordinates in order to seek fire support from the artillery more quickly and accurately, but some ordinary soldiers did not practice it. strict requirements.

Tang Dao also knew that haste leads to waste. For these guys who had just put down their hoes for a few years, it was difficult to write a letter to their families. It was indeed too difficult for them to learn how to measure the distance and direction of the gun after hard training.

These things can only be done slowly. Between saving one's life and studying and progressing, anyone with any sense knows what choice they will make.

For example, A Dong watched helplessly as a series of three artillery shells hit an area less than 20 meters away from him. He was sent away with a slight deflection. He didn't even bother to curse and shouted directly on the walkie-talkie: " It's off, it's off, the impact point is 70 meters further to the west!"

 After shouting, A Dong and a sergeant gunner on the other end of the walkie-talkie wiped cold sweat at the same time.

The gunner was because the **** yelling over the walkie-talkie was so stupid that he dared to ask for mortar support without even being able to accurately report the coordinates. Several of them almost sent their comrades to the sky with their own hands.

Adong, on the other hand, was naturally frightened and regretful. If he had listened to Deputy Platoon Leader Cao and practiced more of the positioning coordinate techniques taught by the mortar operator, he would not have done such a stupid thing that almost killed him. Son.

I have made up my mind that after this battle is over, I will study hard and make progress every day.

 Look, this is the choice of smart people. No matter how difficult it is to learn, is it possible that life is still important? No wonder it is said that Tang Tuanzuo would even jump into a manure pit in order to survive.

Of course, at the post-war summary meeting, Adong, who had already won second-class military merit, was used as a model by Tang Tuanzuo because of the example of a single soldier calling for artillery support, but it was just a negative example.

Had it not been for the golden second-class military merit medal hanging on his chest, Adong would have been too embarrassed to see acquaintances in those days.

 Thanks to the instant communication tool of walkie-talkie, after three consecutive rounds of test firing, the artillery shell finally landed where it should.

 After several rounds of artillery fire, the remaining Japanese troops lost all will to fight. They were still covered by artillery. Why should they fight here? If I don’t run now, I’ll wait until later.

The first escape of the 39th Division did not occur on Highland 13, where the fighting was fiercest. Instead, it appeared in the mountains and forests where both sides invested the least troops.

But these dozen Japanese soldiers were also the lucky ones among the nearly 500 Japanese soldiers in front of Hill 13. It was precisely because of their cowardice that at least they did not die here.

 And those brave men, especially those who rushed into the front-line trenches more than ten minutes ago, also ushered in their end after their major captain died.

"Grenade! 3 rounds, throw!" At Boss Cao's order, 15 soldiers who were still in the second-line trench stood in the trench and threw grenades into the first-line trench diagonally below.

The 40-meter distance between the two trenches was measured on the spot before the war. It was not an arbitrary distance, but a distance where it was difficult to throw a grenade from bottom to top, but very easy from top to bottom.

Moreover, before the war, under the leadership of Boss Cao, everyone had actually practiced with training bombs of the same weight, and the accuracy was still 70 to 80%.

In 3 rounds, 45 grenades were thrown, at least 30 of them fell into the trenches, and smoke billowed from the trenches.

 The Japanese troops howled in agony!

Of course, there are also bullet-proof trenches less than half a meter deep in the front-line trenches. When grenades are thrown, soldiers can jump into the bullet-proof trench to save their lives. If they are agile enough, they can probably survive under such a density of grenade attacks. .

 But since Boss Cao dared to give up this trench to the Japanese, how could he not have the means to deal with them?

 “Incendiary bombs! 3 rounds! Throw them!” Following Boss Cao’s order, the soldiers lit the twisters on the glass bottles in their hands.

　　Standing up straight, he struck hard towards the line of trenches below.

Hand grenades are not only an appetizer for the Japanese, but also suppress them from hiding in the second-line trenches, so that the Chinese officers and soldiers in the second-line trenches can confidently and boldly throw the terrifying Molotov cocktails into the trenches.

The reason why even a fierce man like Boss Cao finds it scary is that they have all seen with their own eyes the power of the explosion of this glass bottle filled with yellow-brown turbid liquid.

A big stone as tall as a person was smashed onto such a guy, and no matter whether it was poured with water or hit with branches, the fire did not decrease. The guys were busy working for 3 minutes, and the whole stone burned for a full 3 minutes, until the fuel was completely exhausted. Just after it was extinguished, when I looked again, I saw that the granite that had not even left many traces of the bullet had been burned and cracked.

You said that if this splashes on people, it won't burn all the bones!

So the infantrymen of the Fourth Line Regiment would rather deal with explosives and bombs than easily touch this kind of Molotov cocktail, which is said to have been developed by the regimental commander himself.

However, the Japanese are all huddled in such trenches. Throwing dozens of Molotov cocktails at them like this is the best choice. Even if they don't burn to death, they will still choke to death. I don't know what stuff is added there, which will give out a pungent order. The stench was so bad that people couldn't breathe. It was even worse when the clothes were put on the nose. Even breathing felt difficult.

Tang Dao quoted the concept of future thermobaric bombs, using violent combustion to consume a large amount of oxygen. The pungent smell it emits is a small amount of ammonia, which can not only support combustion but also burn the mucous membranes of the skin, eyes, and respiratory organs. People have inhaled it. Too much can cause lung swelling and even death.

Of course, if you want to get this treatment, you must first avoid the death sparks flying everywhere.

 Obviously, in a semi-enclosed space like a trench, not many Japanese infantrymen can receive this treatment.

Five minutes later, when Boss Cao led the people into the trench, a familiar smell of meat hit his nostrils and almost knocked him out.

It feels like breaking into a delicatessen shop!

 (End of this chapter)