Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 442 Chinese-style brutality

Whether it is from the captain of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, to the captain of the Shao Zuo Battalion who is in charge of approaching the front line, or the captain of the lieutenant and captain at the front line.

They all made a very fatal mistake.

Overestimate yourself.

Think that as long as they are brave enough, the cowardly Chinese will be afraid and scared.

On the North China battlefield, they proved their bravery time and time again, using the failure of the Chinese army.

The obstruction of the Lower Division of Songjiang City was obviously only an exception. That was because the Chinese army had a strong wall and a moat as a shield. Without those, the Chinese would have been killed by them long ago.

But they obviously forgot the very important point. It is frightening that they charged fiercely with their rifles, but before they can fully demonstrate this kind of bravery, they must first use artillery to clean the ground, whether it is 92 infantry artillery or 75 mountain artillery. It is the larger caliber heavy artillery, those heavy firearms that can easily blow up the fortifications and blow up the trenches into a white field, which is the most terrifying thing that destroys the heart of resistance.

But now, although they also used dozens of grenade launchers before charging, throwing several waves of grenades in a row, the shrapnel was blown across the long line of defense and the mud was splashed, which also caused certain casualties, but they can really put them into the trenches. There will never be more than 20 grenades that explode internally, and those casualties are simply negligible for the Chinese army that has been devastated by artillery.

Lost the artillery, but the Japanese army had to show their bravery, so naturally they could only suffer a crushing defeat.

Four infantry squadrons, with nearly 800 Japanese soldiers, were divided into three waves in an almost suicidal posture, and charged the Chinese army's defense line one wave after another.

The last round even shouted "Onboard!"

It was the "Long Live Charge" that would never retreat without breaking the enemy's line, the last trump card of the Japanese infantry.

All officers, including the captain of the squadron, charged in the queue.

So, they never returned.

Because, they all fell down on the way to charge.

Charge against the crazy bullets, let alone 800 people, even 8000 people, it can only end in a river of blood.

The various long and short firearms held by the Chinese soldiers made the Japanese army completely awake. They were also mortal. Without artillery, their bravery was just a joke in the face of crazy bullets.

There were a total of 800 people, and only a few dozen "lucky ones" could cross the small river, but only half of these lucky ones had the opportunity to throw the melon grenade they carried far away.

Then, they died in the dense fire net formed by their opponents with shell guns and submachine guns.

And more people were killed in the small river that was no more than five meters wide.

Perhaps it was because there were too many corpses in the small river. Looking from a distance under the white light of the flares, the originally slowly flowing small river seemed to be still, filled with yellow and red colors, like a pair of eyes. Solidified oil painting.

That scene was definitely a lingering nightmare for the grenadiers and heavy machine gunners who had found their positions in the rear.

The grenadiers lost their squadrons and squadrons, because all their colleagues, from the captain of the squadron to the lowest private, had all been killed or wounded in the field of charge, as long as they were armed with rifles.

The heavy machine gun shooters were also stunned. They didn't know who they could cover to launch an attack in the future. The infantry they were familiar with were all lying on that strange land.

Yes, from the start of the charge to the present, the battle was over within 10 minutes, as expected by His Excellency the Captain of the General Command.

It's just that they didn't step through the opponent's position, but that the entire four infantry squadrons were all consumed by the opponent's crazy bullets.

This is definitely the bravest batch of the Imperial Army.

Death did not wipe out the fighting spirit of the imperial infantry. Before the retreat order was issued from the rear, they went forward and rushed to death
The charge is over, but the battle is not over.

The battlefield that has been basically classified as quiet still has occasional gunshots. It is the gunmen of the Chinese soldiers looking for those wounded soldiers who can still crawl in the pool of blood.

After the gunshots, the wounded Japanese soldiers who were only injured or might still survive could only howl miserably, and then returned to silence.

That kind of ferocity that is not let go is unbearable to look at.

The Chinese shooters hiding in the trenches, in front of the Japanese army, unscrupulously hunted and killed all living creatures opposite them.

Until all the flares in the sky fell, the entire battlefield fell into darkness again.

Although the Japanese army almost gnawed their back molars in anger, they couldn't come up with any countermeasures to save the wounded soldiers.

"Baga! Are the Chinese crazy? Why do they dare to treat the Imperial Army like this? Are you not afraid that we will fight back against them in a more cruel way?" A Japanese heavy machine gun shooter who was stunned and watching all this happened asked angrily. .

"I'm afraid they have never thought of leaving this place, so they are naturally not afraid." A second lieutenant captain next to the heavy machine gun shooter answered his questions coldly.

In the darkness, the eyes of the second lieutenant of the Japanese army were full of fear.

What frightened this second lieutenant of the Japanese Army was not the hundreds of colleagues who died in the "onboard charge". As the commander of the heavy machine gun squad, he may die under the mortars of the Chinese, but he will never lie alone and cold in the mud like those colleagues.

What frightened him was the ruthlessness shown by the Chinese, and even the wounded soldiers were not spared in front of their opponents, which meant that they chose to bear the same consequences.

If you want to break through this position, unless you kill them all, there is no other way.

And this, how easy is it?Through the suicide charge of the past 10 minutes, the Chinese have brought out mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns, and various long and short guns, with fierce firepower and abundant ammunition.

What price will the wing that has already marched lightly be able to conquer this position?Still use charge?With the remaining infantry brigade?The second lieutenant of the Japanese army can almost imagine the situation of his own corpse lying across the field.

Chilling.

However, the explanation of the second lieutenant of the Japanese Army is not enough to explain the current battle situation.

Perhaps, only the Chinese soldiers themselves know the reasons for doing so best.

The Chinese trenches were very quiet. They also faced death, and they were obviously calmer than the Japanese army who repelled the Japanese attack.

It's not that they are not sad, but that no matter how heart-piercing the heartache is, the battlefield does not allow people to immerse themselves in it all the time.

The joy of killing an opponent and the fear of facing death at any time will dominate most of the soldiers' attention.

The remains of the soldiers who died in battle were all placed in a corner of the trench. Only seriously injured soldiers were eligible to be carried on their backs by the medical team who entered the trench or dragged away on a stretcher while crawling.

It's not that we don't remember or respect death, but that this is the battlefield.

Take the guard squad on the frontal battlefield as an example. There are 12 guards in a squad. The height was too high, one person was shot in the head and the other in the chest, killing three people in battle.

The three bodies were all placed on the corner of the trench area belonging to the guard squad. There was no white cloth, and their young faces were covered with the military uniforms that their comrades took off.

For this reason, they have to wear single clothes and huddle in the cold mud in late autumn.

But, willingly.

"Squad leader, why do you want to kill the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army? According to experience, the Japanese will rescue their wounded soldiers at any cost. We can keep those wounded soldiers and consume the supplies of the devils." The soldier was very puzzled, crawled over from the side of the trench and asked a veteran who killed a wounded Japanese soldier more than 40 meters away and retreated to the trench.

"Why?" The old soldier squinted at his soldier, his face was calm. "Because after this battle is over, I'm afraid there will not be many left, and there will be no chance to compete with these devils again. There is no future, so what do you want to do so much? Killing one more is one, and let him Have a chance to harm our people?"

After finishing speaking, he looked around, and his eyes became a little fierce at that moment: "I remember it all, you can't be soft when you kill the Japanese, and it's the same with your own brothers. If it doesn't work, just give him another shot. Let him be tortured so badly. If I’m so injured that I can’t even hold the gun, why not give me another shot, and don’t let me be stabbed to death with a devil’s bayonet, it’s really painful!”

The soldiers were a little stunned.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to his squad leader who had been in the army for six years.

His squad leader has always shown others with the image of "a dead egg turned upside down", so he thought he would be afraid of pain.

"I'm not a god, of course I'm afraid of pain." The veteran sighed slightly and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "Why did Zhao Laoer next door die? Wasn't he stabbed through the stomach by the Japanese on the battlefield in North China, and his intestines flowed all over the place? I don't want to die like him. I want to die more easily. Son."

"If you can't be saved, I will help you go away more happily, but if I ask you for help, don't be so stubborn." The veteran looked at the soldiers around him and continued to confess in a deep voice .

There was some silence in the trenches.

After a while, a soldier replied weakly: "Squad leader, I don't need your help."

"Why, if you are afraid of death, give it to me." The veteran stared.

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The soldier unbuttoned the front of his clothes, and a grenade was firmly tied to his lower abdomen with a hemp rope, which was tied tightly round and round.

Obviously, this was not tied on the battlefield today, it should have been some time.

The role of this grenade is self-evident.

"Squad leader, I took this from the grenade box next door when I dispatched troops from the division headquarters, and it didn't belong to our squad." The soldier explained a little shyly.

"Haha, well done." The old soldier laughed.

"Tudouzi, you really are a smart ghost!"

Several other soldiers in the squad also laughed.

The battlefield, filled with gunpowder smoke and bloody smell, is more joyful, and more tragic.

(End of this chapter)