Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 445 Fierce Artillery Fire
The 8 mountain guns are responsible for suppressing the counterattack of heavy firepower on the hill.

20 infantry guns are responsible for suppressing the firepower of Chinese infantry in the trenches.

In order to prevent accidental injury to the infantry, the 92 infantry gun, which can be used as a cannon and can be fired in a curve similar to a mortar, uses curved artillery at this time.

Although it has lost its ability to break through fortifications, it is most suitable for the simple trench fortifications at this time.

Before and after falling into the trenches, it is good to say that the soldiers in the trenches did not suffer much damage except that they could feel the jingling of the helmets on their heads being blown to high altitude and then falling from the mud and pebbles.

But if any shells fell into the trenches, it would be doomsday.

Because of the urgency of time, the soldiers of the guard battalion didn't have time to dig the trench into a curved shape to resist the attack of the shell blast. The trench was almost an irregular straight line.

Once a shell exploded inside the trench, not only would the shrapnel splash and tear apart the soldiers within five or six meters, but the air waves running wildly along both sides would also knock the human body several meters away.

What is the consequence of being hit by a car traveling at a high speed of fifty or sixty yards?
Massive internal bleeding, broken tendons and broken bones, that's it.

Even if there were no scars on the outside, most of the soldiers who were blown away by the air waves would lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, and more often, they would lose their lives amidst painful wailing.

Of course, it is also a matter of probability that shells fall into trenches that are less than one meter wide.

Luck itself is one of the comprehensive factors of combat effectiveness.

But the infantry squad led by the veterans in the center of the battlefield was too unlucky, and they encountered bad luck.

A shell from a 92 infantry gun fell into the trench where they were.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

At least two human bodies were lifted four or five meters high by the air waves, and were thrown far outside the trench.

The two soldiers who were struggling to curl up were too close to the explosion point, and they were killed by shrapnel before they even let out a scream, and then were swept away by the crazy air wave.

Under the power of the shell explosion, the already not very strong trench collapsed by seven or eight meters, burying three soldiers who were caught off guard.

Potato was pushed two or three meters violently by the air wave, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears. Even the shells that exploded not far away seemed extremely distant, and the entire battlefield became quiet.

As if a century had passed, the soldier who was shaking his head desperately trying to wake himself up looked around him. Except for the gunpowder smoke, there was no familiar comrade-in-arms, and a great panic struck.

"Squad leader, nails, pockmarked face, where are you?" The soldiers crawling in the trenches in the dark yelled heartbreakingly.

The short-term deafness in both ears did not allow him to hear that his voice became a little distorted and out of tune due to panic. If it was normal, there would be a kind of horrifying weirdness.

However, this was on the battlefield, and the rumbling cannons directly covered up the panic of the soldiers.

"Squad leader, you are talking!" The soldier crawled for five or six meters without receiving an answer from anyone, feeling extremely desperate in his heart.

"Damn, you're deaf, and you can't hear what I'm saying, so there's another ball in it." A weak voice sounded in the soldier's ear, which had regained some of his hearing.

In fact, the veteran had already shouted with all his strength, but whether it was the soldier or himself, the voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

"Squad leader, you're still alive, hoot! I thought you were all dead." The soldier saw the blood-stained face of the veteran squad leader lying in the trench by the momentary light from the artillery fire, and stepped forward to hug him. I can't help but be excited.

On the battlefield, what makes soldiers most sad is not their own death, but watching their comrades die one by one, and in the end, only themselves are left.

"Hiss! Don't touch my wound. If Te Liang was not killed by the devil's shell, he will be hurt to death by your son." The old soldier bared his teeth and scolded.

Only then did the soldier discover why his squad leader was bleeding all over his face. One ear was drooping with blood, leaving only a little flesh to connect the ear to his head. In contrast, there was a hideous spot on his thigh The wound was even more terrifying. The muscle torn by the shrapnel was like a mouth, which was turned out ferociously. Blood, like a spring, rushed out of the wound.

"Squad leader, your ears..." The soldier quickly tore off his military uniform, but tears were streaming down his eyes involuntarily.

This is the only cloth that the soldiers of the guard battalion can stop the bleeding of their comrades in arms. All the first aid kits have been sent to the front line as early as the Battle of Songjiang.What dirty military uniforms lead to future wound infections is no longer considered by soldiers.

"I can't die again! You are crying!" The veteran squad leader scolded his crying soldiers a little rudely.

He touched the empty ear, and touched the entire ear that had been drooping. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled it fiercely, and directly tore off the ear that was only connected by a little flesh. The whole face twitched in pain. Looking at the flesh in his hand, he stuffed it into his coat pocket, and slapped the soldier who was busy bandaging his wound, and gave a firm order with a bit of sadness: "Don't worry about me, go and see if there are any other wounds over there." For the few living brothers, I don't believe that the devil's shells are so powerful that they can kill seven of them in one shot."

Yes, the infantry artillery of the Japanese army is not a 75 mountain artillery after all. If a mountain artillery shell weighing 6.5 kilograms falls on this trench, the death of an infantry squad is something worthy of the commander's gratitude.

In the meat grinder in Songhu, a 203-caliber naval gun once killed a semi-infantry platoon. Nearly a hundred strong young men disappeared in the artillery fire before firing a single shot.

After bad luck comes good luck.

The collapsed trench buried the three soldiers in an instant, and actually saved them in a disguised form. If it weren't for the protection of the mud covering their bodies, the crazy air waves would have killed the three of them as well.

With the arrival of the other two soldiers who regained their sanity, the three dug desperately, and three soldiers buried in the mud were dug out.

The three soldiers whose mouths and noses were stuffed with mud and lacked air because they dug in time enough, only one of them suffocated and fell into a coma, while the other two miraculously woke up.

It is a miracle that the entire infantry squad was hit by a precise shell, only two people were injured in battle, two were injured, and five people maintained their full combat effectiveness.

Looking at the remains of two comrades-in-arms who were in strange postures and remained motionless five or six meters away from the trench, the veteran didn't know whether it was because of the severe pain in the wound or the pain in his heart. Let's collect their corpses after this battle is over."

"The devil is coming up, everyone, get ready to fight!" On the battlefield, with the sound of the iron whistle, the voice of the second lieutenant platoon leader came from afar.

The Japanese infantry has entered the shooting area of ​​six 70 meters.

The infantry artillery has not stopped shelling.

Fighting means exposing part of the body to the area of ​​the shrapnel blasted by the shell.

However, the soldiers could not back down.

The Japanese infantry advanced more than 20 meters and entered the area where they could throw grenades.

Fiery gunfire rang out on the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, and crawled towards the creek in a crawling posture.

It wasn't until they reached the small river that they jumped into high speed and ran towards the opposite bank. It only took four or five seconds for them to reach the opposite bank and drop the bomb.

The machine guns and heavy machine guns on the hill rang out, while the shells of the mountain guns continued to explode around them.

They are the infantry's most reliable barrier of fire, and they must fight.

Even if it was blown to pieces by artillery fire.

The Japanese artillery fire became even crazier.

In order to prevent accidental injury to their own infantry, the 20 infantry guns turned their muzzles to the direction of the hill.

The small hill, which would never exceed [-] square meters, actually endured the terrifying density of bombardment by more than a dozen shells per second.

The light from the saturated attack of 28 artillery pieces illuminated the hills red, like a volcano spewing magma.

A human body and mechanical parts visible to the naked eye were thrown away by the air waves under the artillery fire.

(End of this chapter)