Rise From Eight Hundred

Eight mountain guns are responsible for suppressing heavy fire counterattacks on the hills.

20 infantry guns are responsible for suppressing the firepower of Chinese infantry in the trenches.

In order to prevent accidental damage to infantry, the 92 Infantry Cannon, which can fire flatly as a cannon and also fire in a curve similar to a mortar, uses curved bombardment at this time.

Although it has lost its ability to break strongholds, it is most suitable for use in simple trench fortifications at this time.

Fortunately, before and after falling into the trench, the soldiers in the trench did not suffer much damage except for the fact that the helmets on their heads were blown high into the sky and the earth and pebbles fell down.

But if a shell fell into the trench, it would be the end.

Because of the tight time, the soldiers of the guard battalion did not have time to dig the trench into a curve to withstand the attack of the artillery blast. The trench was almost an irregular straight line.

Once a shell explodes inside the trench, not only will the shrapnel splash and tear the soldiers within five or six meters into bloody pieces, but the air waves running wildly along both sides will also knock the human body several meters away.

What are the consequences of a human body being hit by a car traveling at a high speed of fifty or sixty yards?

Profuse internal bleeding, broken muscles and broken bones, that's all.

Even if there are no scars on the outside, most of the soldiers blown away by the air wave will lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, and most of them will lose their lives in painful wails.

Of course, if the shell falls into a trench that is no more than one meter wide, that is also a matter of probability.

Luck itself is one of the comprehensive factors of combat effectiveness.

But the infantry squad led by the veteran at the center of the battlefield was so unlucky that they encountered bad luck.

A 92mm infantry gun shell fell into the trench where they were.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

At least two human bodies were lifted four to five meters high by the air waves and flung far away from the trench.

The two soldiers who were trying their best to curl up were too close to the explosion point. They were killed by shrapnel before they even had time to scream, and then were swept away by the crazy air waves.

Under the power of the shell explosion, the trench, which was not very strong, collapsed seven or eight meters, burying the three soldiers who were caught off guard.

Tudou was violently pushed two or three meters away by the air wave. He could hear nothing with his ears. Even the shells exploding not far away seemed extremely far away, and the entire battlefield became quiet.

As if a century had passed, the soldier who shook his head desperately to wake himself up looked around him. Apart from the smoke of gunpowder, none of his familiar comrades were seen. A huge panic struck him.

"Squad leader, nails, pockmarked faces, where are you?" The soldiers crawling in the trenches in the dark yelled heartbreakingly.

The temporary deafness in both ears did not allow him to hear that his own voice became a little distorted and out of tune due to panic. Normally, it would have been terrifying and weird.

However, this was on the battlefield, and the rumbling sound of cannons directly covered up the panic of the soldiers.

"Squad leader, you are talking!" The soldier crawled for five or six meters without receiving an answer from anyone, feeling extremely desperate in his heart.

"Mom, you're deaf. You can't hear what I'm saying. It's like a ball." A weak voice sounded in the soldier's ears after he had regained some of his hearing.

In fact, the veteran was shouting with all his strength, but whether it was the soldier or himself, the voice seemed to be coming from an extremely distant place.

"Squad leader, you're still alive, woohoo! I thought you were all dead." The soldier took advantage of the momentary light from the artillery fire and saw the bloody face of the veteran squad leader lying in the trench. He stepped forward and hugged him. I couldn't be more excited.

On the battlefield, what makes a soldier most sad is not his own death, but watching his comrades die one by one, and in the end, he is the only one left.

"Hiss! Don't touch my wound. Te Liang was not killed by the enemy's shells, but your baby will be hurt to death." The old soldier bared his teeth and scolded.

Only then did the soldier discover the reason why his squad leader's face was covered in blood. One of his ears was drooping with blood. Only a bit of flesh was left to connect the ear to his head. In contrast, there was a hideous spot on his thigh. The wound was even more terrifying. The muscle torn by shrapnel was like a mouth, turning ferociously. Blood was like a spring, flowing out from the wound.

"Squad leader, your ears..." The soldier quickly tore off his military uniform, but tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

This is the only cloth that the soldiers in the guard camp can use to stop the bleeding of their comrades. All the items in the first aid kit have been transferred to the front line as early as the Battle of Songjiang. Why dirty military uniforms lead to future wound infections is no longer a consideration for soldiers.

"I can't die! Why are you crying!" The veteran squad leader rudely scolded his crying soldier.

Touching the empty ear, he touched the entire ear that had drooped down. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. He pulled hard and directly pulled off the ear that was only connected with a little flesh. His whole face twitched in pain, and he couldn't even look at it. He looked at his own flesh and blood in his hands, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and slapped the soldier who was hurriedly bandaging his wounds. There was a hint of sadness in his firm order: "Don't worry about me, go see what else is there." I don’t believe that the enemy’s artillery shells are so powerful that they can kill seven of my brothers with one shot.”

Yes, the Japanese infantry artillery is not the 75 mountain gun after all. If a 6.5 kilogram mountain artillery shell falls in this trench, the death of an infantry squad will be a matter worthy of the commander.

In the meat grinder of Songhu, a 203-caliber naval gun once killed a half infantry platoon, nearly a hundred strong young men, who disappeared in the gunfire before firing a single shot.

After bad luck comes good luck.

The collapsed trench instantly buried the three soldiers, which actually saved them in disguise. If it were not for the protection of the mud covering their bodies, the crazy air wave would have killed the three men.

With the arrival of the other two soldiers who regained consciousness, the three men worked hard to dig, and the three soldiers buried in the mud were dug out.

The three soldiers whose mouths and noses were filled with mud and lacked air were dug in time, so only one of them suffocated and fell into a coma, and the other two miraculously woke up.

The entire infantry squad was hit accurately by a shell, but only two people were injured, and five people maintained full combat effectiveness, which is a miracle.

Looking at the remains of two comrades lying in strange postures five or six meters away from the trench, the old soldier's facial muscles twitched violently, not knowing whether it was because of the severe pain of the wound or the heartache. After a while, he gave an order: "Let the two big guys stay where they are! We will collect their bodies after this battle."

"The devils are coming, everyone, prepare for battle!" On the battlefield, accompanied by the sound of the iron whistle, the voice of the second lieutenant platoon leader came from afar.

The Japanese infantry had entered the shooting area of ​​60 to 70 meters.

And the infantry artillery had not stopped the shelling.

Fighting means exposing part of the body to the shrapnel killing area of ​​the shells.

However, the soldiers could not retreat.

The Japanese infantry advanced more than 20 meters and entered the area where they could throw grenades.

Fierce gunfire sounded on the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers crawled on the ground and crawled towards the stream in a crawling posture.

Until they reached the stream, they jumped into the high speed and ran to the other side. In just four or five seconds, they could reach the other side of the river and then throw bombs.

The machine guns and heavy machine guns on the hills started to fire, and the mountain artillery shells kept exploding around them.

They were the most reliable firepower barrier for the infantry, and they had to join the battle.

Even if they were blown to pieces by the artillery fire.

The Japanese artillery fire became even more crazy.

In order to prevent accidental injuries to their own infantry, the 20 infantry guns turned their muzzles toward the hills.

The small hill, which would never exceed 8,000 square meters, was actually subjected to the terrible density of more than a dozen shells per second.

The bright light from the saturation attack of 28 artillery pieces made the hills glow red, like a volcano spewing magma.

Visible to the naked eye, human bodies and mechanical parts were thrown away by the air waves in the artillery fire.