Rise From Eight Hundred

The grenade launcher did not have the blazing muzzle fire of a machine rifle, only the dull sound exposed his position.

The night became his best protective color at this moment. The Japanese had no way of knowing his distance. The crazy output not only could not threaten him, but also made it easier for him to find the target.

The blazing muzzle flames of the two roaring 92 heavy machine guns showed their power, but they were also as dazzling as candles lit in the dark night.

When the Japanese infantry was about to bend over and rush to the top of the hill again under the desperate cover of their companions, Zheng Cihang's grenade launcher sounded firmly and briefly again.

Two consecutive grenades exploded less than two meters away from a Japanese 92 heavy machine gun fire point more than 200 meters away.

If it were placed on the battlefield, the heavy machine gun fire point with sandbags as cover could completely rely on the sandbags on both sides to block the fragments and air wave attacks generated by the grenade explosion.

But in this field, the heavy machine gun with a tripod more than half a meter off the ground and the shooter half-kneeling holding the handle of the heavy machine gun are almost like a naked runner in the snow, without any protection.

And for this Japanese heavy machine gun squad, what is it like when the roof leaks and it rains continuously? This is it.

The main shooter had been lost before, and the deputy shooter took over without fear of life and death. After shooting for only more than ten seconds, he encountered a grenade falling from the sky.

The key is to shoot accurately.

The deputy shooter of the machine gun, who was desperately pulling the trigger, had no reaction, and was blown away by the air wave of the grenade explosion by one or two meters, and fell into silence without even a sound.

Only those who get close will find that a piece of shrapnel shot into his ribs, and then slanted through his body, and blood poured out like a flood with the gates opened. That was because the aorta of the heart was cut off by the shrapnel.

The last shooter was killed, and the heavy machine gun weighing dozens of kilograms was also overturned by the air wave. An ammunition handler who was holding the magazine on the other side rolled on the ground in pain, and another ammunition handler who was running over with an ammunition box covered his eyes and wailed loudly. The air wave did not cause any harm to the ammunition handler a few meters away, but the flying shrapnel penetrated his eyes.

A heavy machine gun firepower point became yesterday's news.

Another heavy machine gun point was not much better. Tang Dao and Niu Er both took this "arrogant" machine gun firepower point as their target.

Although the night covered the heavy machine gun, the shooter and even the ammunition handler, the constantly flickering muzzle flames exposed its approximate position.

The height and range of the heavy machine gun became the predicted shooting point for the two special shooters. One Mosin-Ganna rifle was still rolling and leaping, and it couldn't wait to fire. It fired two shots before reaching the battle position, and the other followed closely, locking in two seconds and firing three shots in three seconds.

No one knew what the hit rate of the five bullets was in the dark, but the Type 92 heavy machine gun was silent, and it did not fire again until twenty seconds later.

Only the closest Japanese ammunition handler knew that one of its main and deputy shooters was dead and one was injured.

The two heavy machine guns transferred from the heavy machine gun squadron of the Japanese infantry battalion to reinforce the squadron no longer had their previous prestige. One was completely silent, and the other could only be forced to be operated by the ammunition handler after being silent for twenty seconds, basically firing blindly.

Looking at the bushes in the dark that were hit so hard that the branches and leaves flashed and the grass flew, in fact, the trajectory was at least ten meters away from the four people who had just attacked them, and they did not pose any threat at all.

Morita Shinji's eyes suddenly turned cold.

From the thirty seconds when the gunshots suddenly started, although the Chinese attack was fierce and accurate, the intensity of the firing of rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers was enough for him, a veteran infantry officer, to judge that their number was not large.

But even with such a small force, he was unable to move his infantry squad that was trying to occupy the commanding heights. The most terrifying thing was that one of his two heavy firepower points was completely wiped out.

This is the elite Chinese troops.

The conclusion in his mind made Morita Shinji's helmet almost flip over with chills.

The Chinese actually ambushed their elite troops here. Are they waiting for him? Was this a conspiracy from the beginning?

The so-called night attack was just an excuse for a lieutenant general to send the entire infantry brigade into a trap?

In order to prove that the destruction of the heavy artillery brigade was not the incompetence of the 18th Division but the stupid tactics of the 36th Infantry Brigade.

If so, how sinister is that?

The constant chill made the Japanese Army Major stay for at least ten seconds.

On a battlefield that changes rapidly, a soldier's hesitation for a second could cost him his life due to bullets and flying shrapnel. Many dodges were purely subconscious instinctive reactions. For a commander, hesitation was even more fatal, as it cost the lives of his soldiers.

Tang Dao and the special operations team delayed the Japanese army for thirty seconds. Morita Shinji, who was stunned by the so-called truth in his mind, hesitated for another ten seconds.

The precious forty seconds completely sent this elite Japanese infantry squadron into hell.

"Flare, shoot!" Li Jiujin roared as he led two platoons to the commanding heights of the hill at the fastest speed.

The bright flares were fired into the sky and slowly fell down.

Almost everyone's pupils shrank slightly.

It was not the massive "shit yellow" of more than a hundred people crawling or running towards the two wings seventy or eighty meters away, but the normal physiological reaction of the pupils of the soldiers who had already adapted to the darkness actively adjusting under the stimulation of the light.

"Open fire!" Li Jiujin fired the first shot.

Machine guns, rifles, submachine guns, and Mauser pistols all opened fire!

The Japanese army fought back vigorously of course.

This was an unexpected contact battle, and neither side was qualified to have a bunker.

The only difference was that one side was in a high position, while the other side could only look up and shoot upwards.

There is no doubt that shooting downwards is always more advantageous than shooting upwards, both in terms of physical posture and psychology.

In addition, the continuous firepower of the Second Company was far superior to that of the Japanese infantry equipped with only Type 38 rifles.

But this is still a battlefield for the brave.

The two sides were too close. Under the effect of flares, at a distance of only 70 to 80 meters, both sides could even see the nervous and pale faces under the helmets of their opponents.

After more than half a minute of shooting, even though the officers and soldiers of the first row of the second company buried their heads in the ground under the desperate shouting of their veteran squad leaders, they only held their guns and shot blindly without even aiming.

The first row of the second company, which had a complete advantage in geographical location and firepower output, still paid the price of two deaths and five injuries.

The Japanese paid a much higher price, with at least a dozen Japanese soldiers falling down howling.

At a distance of only 70 to 80 meters, their excellent shooting skills, which were superior to those of the Chinese soldiers, did not work at all. They did hit what they should hit, which was not much different from the distance of 200 meters. But the Chinese soldiers fired at least four times as many bullets as them, and the probability of hitting Japanese infantry was much higher than the so-called shooting skills.

After a few more minutes of such shooting, the casualties of Chinese soldiers would certainly be in double digits, but the Japanese soldiers on the front of the hill could only be described in single digits.

But the worst was not the infantry squad that was fighting for the commanding heights with the first row of the second company on the front of the hill. They couldn't beat them, so they didn't hide! Once they got into the bushes, they could reduce the surface area exposed to bullets and not be discovered.

But the two squads that went around the flanks were not so good. They only had time to lie down on the cold mud in the wilderness before they were shot from the plains.

There was nothing on the plain, but the two infantry platoons with engineer shovels had already begun to use the terrain to dig individual shelters before the Tangdao guns were fired.

It didn't need to be deep, just 30 to 40 centimeters deep enough for one person to lie down. The excavated soil piled in front of the body was a shooting pier. As long as the wet soil was thick enough, it could also block the kinetic energy of rifle bullets.

One side had simple fortifications, while the other side was suddenly attacked. The result was obvious.

Especially when the heavy machine gun fire point placed behind the entire defense line began to fire, it was simply a massacre.

The three groups of grenade launchers of the Japanese army did not try to fight back, but the Chinese side not only had the same number of grenade launchers, but also two mortars on the top of the hill.

The two mortars that were transferred to the company level received a military order before the war to find the Japanese grenade launchers, even if they were covered by artillery fire, they had to kill them.

That was the most threatening existence to the light and heavy machine gun fire points.

The two mortar groups faithfully implemented this tactic, abandoning all the Japanese infantrymen who were close at hand. Several artillery observers held binoculars and continuously reported the positions of the Japanese grenade launchers they found.

After the continuous explosion of artillery fire, the area where the two Japanese grenade launcher groups were located was bombed into a white field. Not only did the Japanese grenade launchers not stop firing, but their accuracy was also much worse than before.

In the past, they were so awesome that they claimed that they could eliminate a firepower point with three grenades at a distance of 500 meters. That was because the threat from China to them was very small.

In the face of the threat of death, the so-called accuracy of the Japanese army was also beaten back to their grandmother's house.

At this moment, the "shit yellow" on both wings was simply beaten and had no power to fight back.

For Major Morita Shinji, who was full of anger, fear, and anxiety, the predicament in front of him was not enough to make him despair.

But the flares that kept flashing white in the distant sky and slowly falling, as well as the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions, reminded him that the other two infantry squadrons under his command had also encountered the enemy.

If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself.

This may be the most painful judgment of the Japanese Army Major since the battle with the Chinese two days ago.