Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 60: Massive Attack

 From the perspective of Tantai Mingyue.

It can be clearly seen that a large group of Japanese infantry, like a swarm of khaki rats, is slowly pressing towards the front of Sihang Warehouse.

There is no need to count in detail, just relying on visual inspection, the Japanese army will never put less than 500 troops on the frontal battlefield this time.

 Yes, in the first wave alone, Toyoda dispatched two and a half squadrons of infantry.

Half of the squadron, naturally Kurokawa Orizo, the big idiot who made the Japanese commander encounter the big mouth Jiro Wakiba and his subordinates.

 The so-called sharp knife is just a synonym for cannon fodder at this moment.

Of course, before the Japanese Army Major was so stupid, he was shirtless and exposed his fat belly and led the troops to charge. For such a character, he had already taken off his military uniform in the autumn wind, revealing strong muscles and a lot of goosebumps. The unfortunate guy from Kurokawa Weaving was in charge.

The Japanese Major stood in front of the 500 troops under his command and issued a battle declaration when gunshots rang out from both wings:

“Gentlemen, if this attack fails, it will be a disaster. I am with you.”

Then, instead of pulling out the sharp command knife in the usual pretentious way, he pulled out the **** box from the holster on his waist, pointed it in the direction of the warehouse, and fired a shot, roaring: "The empire has a prosperous military fortune! Forward!"

 “Onboard!”

 Groups of Japanese troops roared loudly and followed their commanders into the pre-planned route and moved forward.

The huge roar of the diesel engine that followed also spread across the entire battlefield at this time.

The Japanese tank made its official debut.

Yes, what caused Tantai Mingyue to look frightened and tremble all over was not the number of troops invested by the Japanese army, but the fact that the Japanese army invested four tanks in the first wave of attacks on the frontal battlefield.

Two Type 94 and two Type 89 tanks dragged thick black smoke and roared out of the narrow alley, passing through the ranks of the Japanese army and passing through the gaps in the semi-permanent fortifications that the Japanese army had built. , the muzzle of the gun pointed high at the four-row warehouse, just like the general in front of thousands of ancient cavalry arrays waving sharp spears pointed at the opponent.

The sharp muzzle is much more terrifying than the spear.

"Boom!" The two 57mm tank guns of the two Type 89 tanks fired straight away, blasting a simple sandbag fortification in front of the gate of Sihang Warehouse into powder.

 Eight heavy machine guns located on both sides of the front also screamed.

"Da da da!"

In the sun, eight visible whips struck the front wall and sandbags of the four-row warehouse, and puffs of dust stirred up by the warheads were thrown up. From a distance, they looked like blossoming flowers.

 The flower of death.

 “Long live the Empire!” 500 Japanese troops shouted heartily.

The engines of the two medium-sized tanks, which showed their power, roared, black smoke billowed, and the tracks began to roll, heading towards the four-row warehouse. The smaller Type 94 tanks on the left and right also began to move forward.

Lieutenant Kurokawa Oribo, who was covered in goosebumps by the autumn wind in southeast China, led the last two infantry squads under his command to follow the two Type 89 tanks, like chickens following two old hens. .

 That is, the chickens were exposed to the black smoke from their own tanks.

We haven’t officially started working yet, it’s like we just went for a walk on the African savannah.

“The Japanese army is so brave that they are not afraid of poisonous smoke!” A Western reporter quietly drafted the title of his column today.

Two reconnaissance type 94 tanks, not much larger than the QQ sedan, were sparsely followed by two small detachments due to their limited bomb-receiving surface.

Perhaps it was because they thought they could kill the machine guns, or maybe the artillery in the newly built semi-permanent fortifications on both sides gave them enough confidence.

 The four tanks didn't even bother to cover up their whereabouts, and moved in a straight line towards the Sihang Warehouse, hitting the walls that had not collapsed.

If there were houses that had not completely collapsed, the 57mm tank gun would fire and destroy them, and the terrifying tracks would crush the ruins as they moved forward with determination. The remaining more than 300 infantrymen followed more than 150 meters away, using the cover of the ruins to approach the warehouse in a skirmish line.

Although the artillery hidden in the semi-permanent fortifications has not yet fired, the black muzzles protruding from them show their eagerness.

There is no doubt that if the Chinese heavy firepower point in front of the warehouse building dares to fire, it will be their key target.

The lieutenant colonel standing behind the observation hole on the fourth floor had a sinking face and looked at the advancing pace of the Japanese troops ahead without speaking for a long time.

 Obviously, the Japanese tanks' appearance in such a arrogant manner was somewhat beyond his expectation.

 Can the Japanese commander be so sure that the machine gun has been destroyed? In other words, what other options does the Japanese army have?

At this moment, except for the useless Lei Xiong, who was still with the army lieutenant colonel, the other three infantry company commanders and Tang Dao all entered their own positions.

 “Sir!” Lei Xiong looked at the meditating commander with piercing eyes.

 The commander of the machine gun company obviously hoped that his supreme commander would retract his previous order and put his two machine guns into battle.

That naturally does not belong to the morning and evening changes, but the Japanese tanks did not appear before, but now they have arrived! All deployments have to change according to different battle situations, right?

 The Army Lieutenant Colonel still shook his head slowly and refused Lei Xiong's request to fight.

  For ordinary officers and soldiers in the war, this is a battle about who lives and who dies, but for the top commanders of both sides, it is more of a psychological game.

Just like at the poker table, both sides are constantly playing cards to test the strength of their opponents. Whoever can't help but reveal his biggest hole card first will lose the initiative.

And the current poker table is inherently unfair. Every time Si Xing Warehouse takes out a hole card with no escape route or backup, it will lose one card, and it will be closer to the final defeat.

　　The outline of four Japanese tanks and nearly 500 infantrymen seemed very tempting, but for an army lieutenant colonel, it was not enough.

 He is betting that the Japanese army is not limited to the current offensive.

On the battlefield, as the Japanese tanks moved forward with great determination, the soldiers who were hiding in the trenches but did not receive the order to fire suddenly became dry.

They had not dealt with those iron lumps during the Songhu Battle. The regiment's 20mm machine guns and 37mm anti-tank guns could effectively deal with them. At a distance of 500 meters, they could penetrate their iron shells and destroy them.

However, after the Japanese army suffered the loss of one tank, their artillery would lock the position of the combat anti-aircraft guns, and then they would concentrate their artillery fire and bombard them indiscriminately. The 524th Regiment on the front line had already lost its battle by mid-October. All combat anti-aircraft guns and machine guns were wiped out.

In the remaining half of the month, whenever iron bumps appear, if you want to deal with them, you can only rely on the infantry to find a way.

The simplest and easiest way is for the demolition team to carry explosive bags or cluster grenades to blow up those terrible iron lumps.

 However, if you want to blow them up, you must first get within at least five meters, but that is not as easy as imagined.

  In other words, extremely difficult.

The Type 89 tank is also equipped with a heavy machine gun and is accompanied by infantry. Often, if you want to blow up such a tank, you have to pay at least one infantry squad casualties to do it.

Even sometimes, an infantry squad suffered so many casualties that they finally blew up the tracks of the tank, but still could not destroy it. They could only watch helplessly as the Japanese maintenance vehicles dragged the damaged tank back.

Within a day or two, the iron lumps that had not been completely blown up returned to the **** battlefield to massacre the infantry.

 It can be said that tanks are a nightmare for pure infantry.

Now, there are four of them, relying only on the rifles and submachine guns in their hands. Even if there are heavy machine guns in the fire points above their heads, the soldiers are still nervous because of the roar of the steel behemoth's engine.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, in fact, even veteran squad leaders such as Liu Datou and Lao Hei, whose bodies were trembling slightly, and the cigarettes they had been holding in their mouths in a relaxed manner had long been extinguished in the trenches.

 (End of this chapter)