Rise From Eight Hundred

The heavy footsteps of the "dong dong" rushing rushed until the soldiers rushed to more than ten meters away from the trench, which suddenly awakened the sleeping Japanese soldiers.

"Baga!"

"Enemy attack!"

The screams of the Japanese soldiers were heard one after another on the Japanese positions, but they were soon replaced by the explosions of "boom! boom!" and the continuous "da da da" gunshots.

A few meters away from the Japanese trench, all the officers and soldiers of the guard company had already taken out the grenades, pulled the fuse and threw them into the trench.

Then, before the smoke cleared, they jumped in and opened fire.

The requirements of the Tang sword are very simple.

Just throw the bomb, shoot, and shoot again.

In a five-man team, if three people shoot, two people must be on guard. When the three people have emptied the magazine and replaced the magazine, the two people will shoot again. This is to keep the firepower output continuously.

If they were rifles, no matter how much firepower they could fire, they could only fire three bullets at most within two seconds. It wouldn't take too long for the Japanese soldiers, who had just woken up from their sleep and were still in a daze, to wake up and launch a counterattack.

Unfortunately, the rapid-fire firearms equipped by China's elite did not give them this opportunity.

Whether they wanted to fight back with their bare hands or look for firearms, they were destined to be buried in the metal torrent of bullets.

There were not many Japanese soldiers in the trenches. The Chinese soldiers who jumped into the trenches back to back with rapid-fire firearms almost relied on the probability of fierce saturation attacks, making it extremely difficult for them to escape.

The Japanese soldiers in the camp behind the trenches were even more miserable. Because of the concerns about the Chinese artillery, they did not light a bonfire, but slept together, and the rifles were habitually piled up near the resting position.

Under the moonlight, the Japanese soldiers who fell asleep were not obvious targets, but the piled rifles became the most conspicuous targets for the Chinese soldiers to attack.

It was very simple. Two grenades were thrown first to blow up the gun pile, and then a fire output was directed at the nearby ground.

More than a dozen fire teams basically operated according to this routine.

Every 40 meters or so, a fire team attacked the Japanese troops in the area.

In order to ensure that the enemy was not killed by their own bullets, the muzzle was generally not held horizontally but slightly downward to reduce the chance of the bullet flying straight dozens of meters away.

There were explosions and gunshots on the Japanese positions more than 500 meters away, mixed with the heart-wrenching screams of the Japanese infantry who were suddenly attacked.

The Japanese positions farther away that had not been attacked but were awakened by the huge noise did not dare to move rashly. The fierce gunshots could easily make people mistakenly think that the Chinese had sent a large number of troops to attack.

"Baga!" Shigeharu Suematsu, who was resting in the division headquarters farther away, was also awakened.

He jumped off the simple camp bed and walked out of the headquarters. Looking at the unknown battlefield in the dark night and listening to the fierce gunshots, he was shocked and angry.

The Chinese, who were in a weak position, dared to sneak out of the city to attack. This was completely beyond his imagination.

"Order all units to hold their positions!" Suematsu Shigeji issued a military order that made him regret it in the future.

Although this was undoubtedly correct at this time, the dark night blocked his sight. He had no idea how many troops the Chinese had sent to attack. It was the most correct choice to keep his troops still and stick to his own positions to avoid chaos and disorder in the entire army.

The Japanese positions that received the order fired flares at their front lines, but they saw a barren wilderness and did not find any Chinese figures.

But this was even more frightening. God knows if the crazy Chinese were lurking and waiting for their troops to mobilize and start a crazy attack?

The flares could only illuminate the area more than 100 meters in front of the position. Who dared to guarantee that there was no Chinese army in the dark?

The Japanese army's organized caution pitted two infantry squadrons that were in dire straits.

They almost did not organize a decent attack, and were beaten to a pulp in the continuous shooting of Mauser pistols and submachine guns.

Occasionally, an officer would pick up his Nambu pistol to fight back, but he was soon shot to pieces by the five-man team that concentrated their firepower.

Major Junichi Watanabe was really depressed. He had been unlucky all day. He had not had time to be glorious as a division vanguard, but he encountered a collective cavalry squadron annihilation incident. He had a lot of bumps in front of Cangcheng and finally had time to rest. The division commander asked him to take people into the "dark block" to collect the bodies. If he had not been smart and entered the armored vehicle at the first time, he would have almost become the first major to die in the 114th Division.

He returned to his own position in shock and finally had a good sleep to calm down. As a result, his own position was targeted by the Chinese again, and they attacked him in the dark of night.

Coming out of the brigade headquarters built in the wild, looking at the figures of his soldiers running and falling on his own position, the Japanese major felt that he must have been abandoned by Amaterasu.

Otherwise, why did the Chinese stare at him and fight like this?

"Major, please follow us and retreat. The Chinese attack force is unknown, but the firepower is fierce." A Japanese lieutenant rushed over and pulled Junichi Watanabe to run back.

"What are you panicking about?" Looking at the infantry squad following the Japanese lieutenant, Junichi Watanabe tried his best to stay calm and shouted.

Major, you can't lose your demeanor, even in such a chaotic moment.

Of course, Junichi Watanabe hopes to stabilize the morale of the army. The two infantry squadrons in this area are all under his command. If he runs away like this, the infantry who lose unified command will suffer greater losses. According to the accountability system in the army, he is also a monk who can run away but not the temple.

"Where are the heavy machine gun squadron and artillery squad?" Junichi Watanabe placed his hopes on his two heavy firepower units that could keep the situation under control.

"Didn't the commander of the regiment dispatch them to suppress the Chinese fortress with firepower in the evening? Now they should be on our flank, one mile away." The Japanese lieutenant was probably the staff officer of the battalion headquarters, and he had a clear understanding of the battalion's troop deployment.

"Send someone to notify them to immediately move closer to our unit and suppress the enemy with firepower." Junichi Watanabe ordered sternly.

"But Major!" The Japanese lieutenant was still a little hesitant.

As a staff officer of the battalion headquarters, he instinctively thought that at this chaotic moment, he should take the chief officer away from the battlefield first.

The final result proved that he was right.

It's a pity that the Japanese major, who had been unlucky all day, might have been hit and confused, and he became stubborn and refused to leave the command center.

Perhaps he didn't want the battalion commander to become the squadron leader, or perhaps a small team that gathered here gave him courage.

Then, at the moment when the Japanese light machine gunner set up the light machine gun in the fortification in front of the headquarters, a grenade was thrown accurately.

The imitation German grenade, which originally had a five-second delay, was calculated in advance. There was no so-called delay at all, and it exploded directly above the light machine gun fortification without even landing.

While the two light machine gunners were blown into blood, at least three infantrymen around were hit by the flying shrapnel, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Before the rest of the Japanese infantrymen could react, a black shadow holding a submachine gun rushed over from the flank and fired fiercely. The Japanese infantrymen in the trenches just raised their guns and were drowned by a tongue of fire.

The firepower output of the 32-round submachine gun magazine lasted only three or four seconds. "He has no bullets! Click!" The sound of the bolt hitting the bolt made the Japanese soldier who was crawling on the ground and luckily survived just think of this.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The two Mauser pistols continued to fire and resumed the firepower.

"Baga!" The Japanese infantryman who wanted to bury his face in the dirt was about to cry.

It turned out that being suppressed by firepower advantage was such a frustrating thing.

"Asshole! Stand up and kill him!" Junichi Watanabe, who retreated to the command post and was still holding a Nambu pistol and shooting desperately, shouted and urged his subordinates.

The Japanese major proved his bravery, but the Japanese lieutenant with him was about to cry.

Major, can you not be so stupid?

They still have grenades!

The lieutenant staff officer was very smart at this time. He made the right judgment and was much better than his chief officer.

Behind Tang Dao, two grenades flew towards the command post one after another, blowing up the entrance of the command post with smoke.

A sturdy figure took advantage of the fire suppression of Tang Dao and the flames of the two grenades exploding, and approached this side at high speed from outside the trench.