Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 297 Save One in a Hundred (The last day of this month, please subscribe!)

If we say that the moment when the Japanese artillery of various calibers blasted into Cangcheng, it can be said to be devastating.

Then, the 75-caliber mountain artillery field artillery mortars that China suddenly bombarded were overwhelming.

Although the power is slightly small, it is enough for the Japanese army running around in Cangcheng.

What else can they cover but a low wall?

It wasn't Chirp that was covering up, it was gunfire that could tear apart steel.

The Japanese Major, who was still 500 meters away, looked at the gunpowder smoke suddenly rising in front of him. He was stunned for a while, and hissed and roared: "Who told you to fire the guns? There are our people in there. Quickly notify the artillery brigade to stop firing. Stop firing."

The staff officer of the infantry brigade on one side could only remind: "Your Majesty, those are Chinese guns in the city, not our army's."

"Impossible, how could the Chinese have so many artillery pieces, how could they have them?" The Japanese army major grabbed the collar of the staff officer, his eyes were red, like a beast that would choose to eat someone.

There are not only the hapless Major Sakio and his 200 officers and soldiers, but also a full infantry squadron under his command.

No one dared to answer the Major Commander who had lost his mind.

Those who can be here are veterans with rich experience in the battlefield. They are too aware of the consequences of this wave of frightening artillery fire.

The Chinese can survive the artillery fire like tenacious weeds because they have relatively complete fortifications and bullet holes. What can the hundreds of Japanese troops who entered Cangcheng have?
Nothing, maybe those shell craters that were blown out earlier could be their only shelter.

But how useful that kind of bunker is, the officers and soldiers of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the Kunizaki Detachment of the Fifth Division collectively think with their heels, and they can come up with the answer.

Not much use for the ball.

Those who can survive are probably those who have contributed wives to God Amaterasu.

The Japanese Major, who couldn't get an answer from his subordinates, finally regained his composure, and sat down in the trench slumped, never looking at the Cangcheng position ahead which was shrouded in artillery fire.

He understood that another infantry squadron of his was finished, and even if anyone could survive the Chinese bombardment of deliberate retaliation, it would be impossible.

He didn't even have the expectation that the Chinese had limited ammunition reserves and could give up after two rounds of bombardment.

If he were the Chinese commander, since he had decided to expose his heavy firepower, he would never give his opponent any chance of survival.

His judgment was correct, but the Chinese commander was more ruthless than he had imagined. The continuous bombardment lasted for 10 minutes, and dozens of artillery shells dropped 600 shells at Cangcheng.

其实，根据67军记录，当日67军军部直属特务团下属山炮营和野炮营、会和107师和108师属下的山炮营以及迫击炮营，总共有48门75口径的山野炮及24门150重迫击炮参与此次炮击仓城表面阵地的战斗。

In 72 minutes, 10 artillery pieces poured a total of more than 1000 shells on the surface positions of Cangcheng.

It was the highest-intensity artillery battle fought by the Chinese artillery group in the Battle of Songjiang, and it was even inferior to the more intense city offensive and defensive battles later.

Of course, that also has something to do with the Japanese air force entering the war soon after, and the Chinese artillery positions were destroyed in many places.

The Chinese fired so unscrupulously, the Japanese army would naturally not sit back and watch their own people struggle under the artillery fire. The artillery wing of the 114th Division responded after 5 minutes. Launched a counterattack at the approximate location.

However, the Chinese artillery positions are protected by carefully constructed fortifications, and because of the obstruction of the city walls, the Japanese artillery observers cannot accurately locate their positions.

Take off the airship on such a rainy day for observation!The distance is close, and the Chinese in the city have anti-aircraft guns with a range of up to 2500 meters, which are completely for the Chinese to shoot targets; the distance is far, and you can only see Songjiang City shrouded in gunpowder smoke and drizzle. Is it scenic?

To put it bluntly, the so-called artillery countermeasures of the Japanese army are just superficial skills for the leaders to see.

Kunizaki, who personally arrived in the trench 800 meters away from Cangcheng, could only roar "Baga!" in the trench in vain.

For the first time, the Chinese people's way of fighting to destroy everything made this proud major general of the Japanese Army feel the shadow of failure.

Not just Cangcheng and Songjiang.

If the Chinese are so resistant, even if the Tenth Army can break through this small city, he will really be able to march south to take the Chinese capital as he imagined on the deck of the transport ship a few days ago, and become a hero of the empire ?

Can the empire really win this war?

Kunizaki, who refused to put down his binoculars for a long time, was stunned, and for the first time lost confidence in winning.

Cangcheng, which is nearly 1000 square meters, even if [-] shells are dropped, it does not mean that artillery fire can cover every inch of land in Cangcheng.

As far as life is concerned, God is fair. The Chinese people survived the terrible artillery fire of the Japanese army. In addition to perfecting the fortifications, luck accounted for a large part of the factor.

Then, the Japanese soldiers exposed on the surface are also lucky.

The losses of the Japanese soldiers who entered the Cangcheng position and could only hide behind the low walls or in the bomb craters were much greater than those of the Chinese defenders who hid in the fortifications, but after the shelling, there were still some alive.

However, caught off guard, even if these Japanese soldiers who survived were not torn to pieces by shrapnel and air waves, the first damage to be suffered was their hearing.

Almost every surviving Japanese soldier left two lines of blood in both ears, which is the phenomenon of the eardrum being shattered.

Major Sakio was one of these lucky ones. Hiding in a giant crater on the river bed, he didn't even dare to lift his head under the monstrous artillery fire, and curled up at the bottom of the crater with his arms to protect his head.

The turbulent shelling had completely deafened him, and he could only judge when the shelling would end by the vibrations from the ground.

Finally, he was looking forward to that moment.

The trembling earth finally returned to calm, but he was still alive.

The joy of regaining a new life welled up in my heart, and I got up from the crater excitedly, looking at the devastated battlefield again.

There were quite a few low walls that had long since disappeared, and the wounded Chinese soldier who half-lyed under the low wall and smiled brightly at them should have been turned into dust under the monstrous artillery fire.

However, his flare gun took the lives of countless empire warriors.

The Japanese Major didn't pay much attention to the interior of Cangcheng. He knew that under such intense artillery fire, there were very few infantrymen who could survive.

What he looked at were several city walls, where there were still quite a few light machine guns and grenade firing points. Under the protection of the fortifications, they should have more chances of survival!

The Japanese army commander with a witty little mind is not saying how much he loves those guys, but that he has to consider the upcoming bad situation.

The Chinese wounded soldiers who were left alone behind the low wall fired signal flares, which sent a signal in itself. All of this was a premeditated action by the Chinese.

That means that the disappearing Chinese, the Chinese hiding in the underground fortifications, may appear at any time.

Good and bad spirits.

There were not a few turtle heads popping up on the city wall that I was looking forward to, but there were quite a few dark blue and black military uniforms popping up everywhere in Cangcheng.

"Baga! Yours, come on!" Major Sakio raised his [-] rifle.

For the Japanese major at this time, he could not hold a one-meter-long command knife, and the 1.7-meter-long [-] rifle obviously strengthened his confidence here.

However, in the eyes of Major Sakio, who was holding a [-] rifle, there was incomparable despair.

The feces yellow that can climb up from all parts of Cangcheng will never exceed one infantry squad, and the infantry that can enter Cangcheng must exceed 400 people.

It doesn't matter if the number of our own people has decreased, the number of Chinese people who are carrying submachine guns and rifles to kill everywhere is several times that of them.

A group of Chinese had already seen him and rushed towards him with guns in hand.

At such a distance, Major Sakio had only one chance to shoot, so he fired.

However, perhaps because he was so frightened by the monstrous artillery fire that his legs were weak and his feet were weak before he had time to recover, or because he was too panicked, the last shot of the Japanese army major did not knock down any target.

The Chinese who rushed over did not shoot.

The leading Chinese looked at the opponent who had no time to pull the bolt, and even inserted the shell gun into his belt, and rushed towards him with a machete in his hand.

He meant that he didn't want to waste bullets or that he wanted to use a cold weapon to chop off the head of the Japanese soldier in front of him.

"Baga!" Feeling insulted, Major Sakio strode forward and stabbed the Chinese with a fierce face with the Japanese infantry's standard stabbing technique.

However, the Japanese Major forgot one more thing.

When he was a low-level officer, the last time he participated in stabbing training was four years ago. Whether it was strength or reaction, it was at most half of what it was in its heyday.

So, Major Sakio died.

Peng Chong swung the weak 0.1 rifle away with a smack on the back of the knife. Peng Chong, who could easily go straight to the enemy's middle, obviously didn't expect it to be so easy. He was slightly stunned for [-] second, and then swung the knife horizontally.

Major Sakio, who was unable to dodge in time, was cut open from the carotid artery to the throat by the sharp thick-backed knife, threw the gun away, and screamed on the ground clutching his neck, struggling for his life.

"That's it, you dare to rush in and fight hand-to-hand with me?" Peng Chong said coldly.

Stretching and hooking his feet, he took the [-] rifle that fell on the ground in his hand, and jabbed down suddenly, directly nailing Major Sakio, who was still struggling for his life, to the ground.

Then he stopped looking at his own results and went straight to the distance.

The excruciating pain caused the body of the Japanese Major to twist suddenly, and finally stretched slowly until he remained motionless.

Not to mention that Peng Chong didn't know he was a major, even if he knew, there wouldn't be too many psychological changes. The death of the Japanese major did not cause any waves in this one-sided battlefield.

The surviving Japanese army has long lost their fighting spirit. Even the Japanese army in the fortifications on the city wall, their only tactical move is to escape, escape from this devil's land.

But in the end, only one in a hundred can escape.

(End of this chapter)