Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1495 Night attack!

"All's fair in war!" Kurose Heiichi said sinisterly as he looked at the torches and flashlights in the distance.

There was no one else around the Japanese Army Colonel, and this sentence was more for himself.

The so-called 200-man body-collecting team was just a cover for collecting bodies. Their main purpose was to blast the machine gun bunkers in the cliffs and deep trenches artificially built by the Chinese.

  And 300 meters behind them, crawling in the darkness, were 1500 Japanese infantrymen!

Those were the last infantrymen the 133rd Infantry Regiment could mobilize. Even the 133rd Infantry Regiment's direct guard squadron had been sent to the front line.

On the first night of the war, Colonel Kurose Heiichi of the 133rd Infantry Regiment mobilized all his infantry forces. It was because the division commander's slogan of "capture Hengyang in three days" was too loud. If he missed tonight, Kurose Heiichi was afraid that he would not be able to gather even 700 infantrymen.

The Chinese won the battle during the day. Kurose Heiichi took the initiative to send a negotiation team and humiliatingly paid 10 kilograms of gold and silver jewelry, just to make the Chinese proud and complacent, so that they would relax their vigilance and allow himself to win the battle.

Of course, the 200-man body collection team, under the surveillance of Chinese soldiers, still abided by the rules set by both sides at the beginning. No one was allowed to enter the deep trench, and they could only use ropes to make a loop and throw it into the deep trench to trap the hands and feet of the corpse and then drag it away.

They were busy until 3 a.m., which was also the time when people were most sleepy. A gust of wind blew, and many of the torches that were originally used for lighting in the trenches suddenly went out, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The Chinese soldiers who had been closely monitoring the position instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Flare!" The second lieutenant platoon leader in charge of the negotiations gave the order decisively.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

A faint green light rose to the sky and then slowly fell down, and the snow-white light illuminated the trench area.

As far as the eye could see, there were dark shadows swaying in the deep trench. Obviously, the Japanese army did not follow the regulations and entered the deep trench. No matter what his purpose was, the second lieutenant's intuition told him that there was danger!

"Flare! 200 meters ahead! 300 meters ahead! Fire two rounds each!" The army second lieutenant gave the order quickly.

  Four flares were fired into the sky, revealing the entire battlefield. The army second lieutenant gasped!

In the field of view of the telescope, the "shit yellow" covered the entire ground like locusts. This was hardly a sneak attack by the Japanese army but a violent assault.

"Enemy attack!" The two words were still spinning in my throat when a shrill roar came from the darkness opposite: "Kill the chicken!"

"Get on board!" Countless Japanese soldiers jumped up from the ground, shouting slogans and charging towards Huangchaling with all their might. The offensive was like a tide!

Yan Gu Cang Kong was also mixed in among these Japanese soldiers, holding a gun, with a ferocious and distorted face, shouting: "Long live the empire!", and running hard with his short legs.

Because all the soldiers in his infantry company, from the squadron leader to the squad leader, sergeant and sergeant major, were killed in the battle, according to military regulations, he, a soldier who managed to escape, should be sent to a military court. However, considering that it was wartime, the regiment commander allowed them to make meritorious contributions while serving their sentence. If they could capture the Chinese position this time, they would not be held accountable.

Yan Gu Cang Kong had no choice but to be driven into the commando team and serve in the first wave of assault missions. The Japanese private understood that he could die in battle but could not be sent to a military court, otherwise his family would be finished, his parents would be laughed at by neighbors, his younger brothers and sisters would not even be able to go to school, and when he grew up he would be ostracized by the whole society.

For the sake of his family, Yan Gu Cang Kong had no choice but to learn to be brave and rush forward with the veterans until he was hit by Chinese bullets.

The Chinese did not relax their vigilance as imagined. Less than 15 seconds after their presence was discovered with flares, when the first wave of Japanese infantry had just charged to within 200 meters of the cliff, the Chinese machine guns opened fire.

In the dark night, the high-rate machine gun bullets equipped by the Chinese formed magnificent streams of bullets, like long rainbows.

The concentrated fire from more than ten machine guns, interweaving in the night sky, actually had a unique kind of beauty.

  But this kind of beauty brings death!

Blood continued to splatter on the face of the Japanese private.

That was the result of his colleagues being shot out after being hit by machine gun bullets. Since the firing rate of the machine guns equipped by the Chinese was too fast, once hit, there would be several bullets or even more, and there was almost no hope of survival.

At the same time, violent explosions of grenades rang out one after another. Rows of grenades were thrown into the deep trenches as if they were free, turning the 200 Japanese soldiers who were still on duty to collect bodies a few minutes ago into corpses.

Now, the 200 Japanese soldiers spent two or three hours but failed to carry away many bodies, which added a lot of fertilizer to this "killing trench".

Especially since these Japanese soldiers did not seem to be carrying any weapons, but in fact they either had pistols hidden or grenades hanging under their uniforms. Some of them were even brave enough to carry explosives with them, planning to pile the explosives on the two machine gun bunkers that they had observed long ago and detonate them as soon as the battle order was given, or rush to the bottom of the cliff and use explosives to blow it down to form a slope so that the subsequent infantry could charge.

The nature of these 200 Japanese soldiers is similar to the "suicide squad" organized by the Chinese army.

But they underestimated the firepower of the 1st Battalion of the 4th Regiment, not to mention the various firearms, just the long-handled grenades.

Due to Fang Xianjue's request, the man personally agreed and the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs transported 30 hand grenades to the Hengyang defenders, which was an average of more than 2 infantrymen, or more than a dozen grenades per person. Combined with the original grenades owned by each unit, hand grenades were currently the most abundant defensive equipment on China's side.

The First Battalion volunteered to take over the dangerous but important position of Huangchaling. How could Fang Xianjue be stingy? The First Battalion, with more than a thousand men, was allocated 1.2 grenades.

When digging trenches, a hole was dug under the trench wall for each soldier to store grenades and personal belongings to prevent shells or explosives from flying into the trench and causing a secondary explosion.

In Qian Dazhu's words: "As long as you have the strength, you will have enough grenades and bullets!"

  The grenades came one after another, like a wave, with no end in sight!

Thick smoke filled the wide trench. The eight machine guns in the two machine gun bunkers in the trench also started roaring. Bullets, grenade fragments and air waves filled almost every corner of the trench. It was impossible for any living thing to survive in this trench.

The Japanese soldiers with pistols were fine, at most they would die! But the Japanese soldiers with grenades and explosives were in trouble. Once the explosion occurred, the whole person would become part of the bomb, and the flying bones could kill people.

It took less than five minutes for the 200 "suicide squads" to become a deadly squad!

Of course, this is somewhat absolute. Although they didn't accomplish anything, they spent at least 1 grenades in the first company.

It is said that in this wave of attack alone, each soldier of the 1st Company fired at least five or six grenades.

If the fate of the 'suicide squad' of the 133rd Infantry Regiment was tragic, then the fate of the 1500 Japanese infantrymen charging on the battlefield was not much better.

"A boarded charge? This is what I'm waiting for!" Leng Feng smiled coldly when he heard the gunshots and the deafening shouts of the Japanese army in front of him.

"Orders, artillery company 20mm machine guns, tank platoon vehicles 1 to 4, fire!"

  Six 6mm machine guns set off a bloody storm in the Japanese army!

If the dozen or so streams of metal bullets swept out by the previous MG42 machine gun were like the scythe swung by the god of death, a weapon that reaps lives indiscriminately, then these 20 20mm machine guns are the hammers swung by the god of death, which are not reaping lives, but crushing lives.

The bullet is thicker than a cigar. Not to mention hitting a human body, even a tree thicker than a human waist would leave a hole the size of a bowl.

  What would be the consequences of a collision between a flesh and blood body and this horrible thing?

Naturally, people were shattered!

Yan Gu Cangkong was lucky enough to see such a scene. A colleague was running forward 133 or 133 meters in front of him. He had seen that person before. He was a very famous figure among the infantrymen of the rd Infantry Regiment. He also served as the stabbing instructor for the new recruits assigned to the rd Infantry Regiment.

In order to reduce the psychological burden of the recruits when they were faced with blood and screams during bayonet fighting, he personally led a team of recruits to a Chinese village and captured more than 20 villagers to bring to the training ground.

Yan Gu Cangkong remembered very clearly that when he was a member of the first team of recruits, the boy in front of him who was tied to a wooden stake was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The Chinese boy was pitifully thin, his face as pale as snow due to extreme fear. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of pleading as he looked at him.

The tip of his knife was trembling, and especially when he heard the screams coming from his ears, the Japanese private really couldn't stab with the knife.

The instructor came and kicked him to the ground with a fierce kick. Then he used his bayonet to stab the Chinese boy's chest with one hand. Then he twisted his wrist, and the bayonet rotated in the boy's chest, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

"Did you hear that? This is the sound of the bayonet rubbing against bones. It is simply the most wonderful sound in the world!" The stabbing instructor's voice is like a devil on earth.

Amid the devil's voice, Yan Gu Cang Kong personally stabbed the dying Chinese boy's chest with his bayonet again, alleviating his pain. He finally gained the instructor's recognition and became a real private.

The devil instructor who had always remained deep in the memory of the Japanese private unexpectedly appeared before him again this time and charged side by side with him.

  But the next second, the demon instructor who was striding forward was hit by a huge hammer that appeared from the void, and his head was completely shattered!

To be more precise, the head and the helmet were shattered together.

  A headless corpse actually rushed forward several meters under the action of inertia, and then a three-meter-high column of blood rushed out of the neck cavity. Under the light of the flares, it looked like a very brilliant blood flower!

It turns out that demons are also so vulnerable in front of bullets! Before the blood rain poured down on Yan Cangkong, he suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in his heart!

This is war. No matter you are an angel or a devil, only death awaits you!

The sticky blood splattered all over the Japanese private's head and face, making it impossible for him to see the road ahead. He had to fall forward to the ground and wipe the blood off his face with his dirty sleeves.

This action inadvertently saved his life.

"The heavy mortar platoon and all the company's 60 mortars, fire for me! Also, notify the mountain artillery company of the artillery battalion. There are more than a thousand Japanese soldiers at the front of my position. We can let them have some meat." Leng Feng climbed up to the highest observation post in Huangchaling and gave the order coldly as he saw that there were at least nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers rushing towards the position like a tide.

"Tonight we'll make sure these devils never come back!"

The Japanese heavy artillery did not dare to fire because they were worried about their charging infantry, but he did not have this concern.

"Boom boom boom!" Rows of gunpowder smoke rose from the Japanese army's formation.

The 150-ton mortar's 18-kilogram projectile directly created a fireball that was enough to illuminate half of the battlefield.

At this point, neither China nor Japan needed to fire any flares anymore. The fireworks that continued to rise on the battlefield alone had already illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

Kurose Heiichi was stunned, his lips moving, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He thought that after three hours of fierce fighting during the day, he had figured out the Chinese's strengths and weaknesses, their machine gun firepower was sharp, and their fortifications were complete. However, these would be greatly weakened by the massive deployment of infantry forces and the cover of darkness.

  Unexpectedly, the Chinese artillery fire would be so fierce that it could form a covering attack!

Based on the current density of falling shells alone, the Chinese have deployed at least a dozen large-caliber artillery pieces and more than 30 small-caliber mortars!

"Retreat!" Kurose Heiyi gave the military order with a dead look on his face.

But obviously, it was still a little too late. A distance of several hundred meters would take several minutes to run even if one was running empty-handed on the sports field, not to mention on a battlefield full of artillery fire.

The miserable howls of the Japanese infantry and the long sirens of retreat were drowned out by the explosions like strong winds and huge waves.

When Shioya Cangkong woke up from his coma, he found himself still on the battlefield and didn't know whether the battle was over or not.

Perhaps his hearing had been damaged by the violent explosion. He could only hear a constant "whoosh" sound in his ears. His body was like a small boat in the ocean, swaying in the rough waves. It was also like he had just finished an anesthesia surgery. Once the anesthesia wore off, his whole body shook even more violently.

The Japanese private could only use all his strength to open his eyes and look around.

It should be almost dawn now, the sky was already light, and in the light he saw corpses in khaki military uniforms scattered everywhere around him, all lying down. He had no idea if there were any other living people abandoned on the battlefield like him.

At this moment, his tinnitus got better, and he could faintly hear someone mumbling in the distance, "Are the friendly troops still there? Are the friendly troops still there?" Occasionally, he could hear faint voices like "Is there any water?"

Tears suddenly welled up in the Japanese private's eyes. They were not out of sadness, but out of emotion that he could meet a fellow soldier on such a desperate battlefield.

But this feeling of being touched did not last long.

A dozen Chinese men came over, bent over and groping around. They were all carrying large bags and searching the bloody corpses. They threw bullet boxes, valuables, and food into the sacks.

"Sergeant, what should we do if there are still living Japanese here?" Yan Gu Cang Kong, who dared not move, heard someone ask softly.

"Do I need to teach you this? What does the regimental commander always say? The dead Japs are the good Japs!" A deep voice roared with a little anger.

"Puchi!" That was the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh that Yan Gu Cangkong had heard.

"Crack!" That was the sound of the blade rubbing against bones.

As the Chinese soldiers moved around, the once faint sounds disappeared.

The fountain of blood spurted out by the devil instructor once again saved the Japanese private. The charred smoke, the strong smell of blood, and his motionless body made the Chinese soldiers just glance at him and automatically pass him by.

After all, what good stuff could a private have? If you wanted to find it, you had to look for a sergeant or an officer, and they couldn't be on the battlefield for more than 30 minutes.

While counting the results of the battle, they could also take advantage of the Japanese to gain some benefits. This was tacitly approved by Commander Tang.

"Our regiment has suffered heavy losses and is unable to attack again. Please punish us, Your Excellency the Division Commander!" Iwa Yongwang, the commander of the 133th Division, was shocked when he received the telegram from the 116rd Infantry Regiment.

While driving to the Huangchaling battlefield himself, he happened to meet Lieutenant General Sakuma, the commander of the 68th Division who was heading to the west of the city.

It just so happened that the 68th Division also encountered stubborn resistance from the Chinese side and suffered heavy losses in the battle in the west of the city. As the saying goes, when two old men meet, their eyes are filled with tears. After getting off the car and meeting each other, the two old men discussed that they might as well form a joint command center and use the artillery of the two divisions to support one battlefield. Wouldn't that make the attack power stronger?

  Otherwise, the troops would be divided into two groups and both divisions would suffer!

So, on the morning of June 6, two Japanese Army lieutenant generals arrived at the Huangchaling battlefield.

  In order to facilitate joint command, the 116th Division placed its command post 2000 meters north of the Huangchaling battlefield, and the 68th Division moved its command post 1500 meters west of Huangchaling. The two divisions were close to each other, working together to create brilliance!

The two Lao Lius would never have imagined in their dreams that there can only be one Lao Liu and they cannot coexist at the same time!