Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 446 Lonely Tomb
The simple fortifications are no better than Songjiang City. Whether it is the 75 kg grenades of the 6.5 mountain artillery or the less than 92 kg shells of the 4 infantry guns, as long as they hit the machine gun fortifications head-on, the machine gun fortifications, the firearms and the human body will be swallowed by the artillery fire.

"If you hide, you will die, if you don't hide, you will die! Brothers, fight them." The sergeant shooter who was in charge of firing one of the machine guns roared and sat on the machine gun shooting chair.

The machine guns let out a palpitating roar of 'dong dong dong', and the blood of the Japanese troops crossing the river was spattered, and some people were even cut into two pieces by the shells, and fell into the water in two.

The shrill and long howling of the non-human Japanese soldiers who couldn't die for a while made his colleagues stand on end, and even the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side felt their scalps go numb.

So how much pain does it have to make such a voice?

Against the ferocious Japanese artillery fire, shells and heavy machine guns set off a bloody storm in the small river, pushing the Japanese infantry back to the other side of the river.

But the result of doing so at the heavy firepower point is to continuously show its position to the artillery observers on the Japanese positions.

The Japanese army's mountain artillery units were not equipped with radio stations, but the infantry artillery had already approached the area of ​​1200 meters from the first line. The signal soldiers kept running wildly in the front line and artillery positions, and constantly reported the coordinates of the frontline artillery observers to the Japanese artillery.

The infantry artillery was getting more and more accurate.

The bravest sergeant just emptied 5 bullet plates in the 7 minutes after the fire suppression, and an infantry shell hit the front of the fortification.

The three layers of sandbags failed to stop the bombardment of the small-caliber direct-pointing guns. Although the sandbags with a thickness of more than one meter were not completely penetrated, the air waves formed by the explosion of the shells that penetrated into the depths of the sandbags knocked down the cannons sitting on it. The shooter pulled out the ring fortifications.

Several auxiliary soldiers responsible for loading shells were also hit by shrapnel and fell down one after another. In a machine gun fortification, except for the soldiers who were hiding in the trenches next to the fortification and responsible for transporting shells, almost all of them were wiped out.

Except for the fire support company of the garrison battalion, the ten machine guns and several heavy machine guns assigned to the two garrison battalions were all supported by men and guns, and they were not considered members of the security battalion.

However, people don't even want their lives for their own sake, so how can I just watch and ignore it like this?

Although he knew the danger was great, soldiers from the nearby guard battalion braved the artillery fire and rushed out of the trench to save him.

However, before they even climbed to the side of the sergeant who was firmly pressed down by the machine gun, the tears of several soldiers flowed down.

The high barrel of the machine gun was twisted into a twisted shape by the air wave. Can the sergeant who was also swept by the air wave still survive?
But that's not all.

What didn't make them move the heavy cannon off the sergeant shooter was that it couldn't be moved.

The brave cannon chief shooter is dead.

But even if he was dead, his arms scorched by the air waves were still tightly holding the control lever of the machine gun, and his neck was twisted weirdly, drooping on the wreckage of the machine gun.

Like, hugging your lover.

If they want to move, they have to break his arms.

Just put it there first.

This posture has been preserved until after the war.

It is extremely strange that God did not give him good luck during his lifetime, and did not allow him to escape the intensive Japanese artillery fire.But after the sacrifice, unexpectedly, no more shells came around his remains.

Tragic and tragic.

This scene was drawn on the title page of her private diary by Tantai Mingyue who followed Tang Dao to the hills after the war.

As she wrote in a note on the side of this sketch: "The hill is very small, but it is the most tragic picture that Mingyue has ever seen in her life. This warrior and his weapon are integrated for one of them. Teru drew it for me. For the descendants of the Chinese race, his body is the monument of this battle!"

Yes, when the machine guns and heavy machine guns placed on the hills ignored the Japanese artillery fire and shot and killed the Japanese infantry, the front-line commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade, Kanda Masakae, also noticed that this was named by the Chinese government after the war. "Lonely Hill" hill.

"It seems that the Chinese put most of their heavy firepower there, trying to shoot down our infantry from a high position." Kanda Zhengzhong's face sank like water. "It's just that the Chinese are really crazy enough to suspend heavy firepower positions outside their defense lines."

He lowered his head and took a closer look at the combat terrain map drawn by the combat staff based on battlefield observations, and asked in a deep voice, "How many of the three infantry squadrons supported by the 47th Infantry Regiment have entered the battlefield?"

"Your Excellency, Captain, one of them has already entered the battlefield, and two infantry squadrons are on standby at the rear." A combat staff officer flipped through the battle report and quickly answered.

"Then let them attack the small hill, and our artillery will cover them for them. An infantry squadron of my 45th Infantry Regiment will also draw two infantry squadrons to cooperate with them in attacking." No longer looking at the map, turned to face the battlefield, and a cold voice came: "Also, tell them for me, I don't need casualties, I just want the results, if 500 troops can't take that hill, their two army captains Just cut your stomach!"

The Chinese side may not know that for the 1500-meter defense line, the Japanese army once invested four infantry squadrons in a wave of attacks, but for a small hill that is not eye-catching, Kanda Shochu invested two and a half infantry squadrons at once.

But on that hill, there was only one guard company with 150 infantry and less than 50 machine gunners.

Moreover, in the frenzied bombardment of the Japanese army, one machine artillery squad has already lost its combat effectiveness, and more than a dozen infantry soldiers were killed or injured.

The Japanese infantry involved in the attack three times as many as the defenders on the hill, and in the distance, there were more Japanese infantry as reserves, although the Japanese did not intend to do so.

Whether it is from the perspective of the army chief Kanda Shochu, or the two Japanese captains on the front line, 500 troops, with the support of artillery, are enough.

But they were wrong, all wrong.

If this blocking battle in the wilderness was the most tragic battle against the Japanese army in the entire Jiashan area, the battle that took place on this hill with a height of more than ten meters located 200 meters in front of the right front of the Chinese trench defense line was The tragic of the tragic.

"Guling" has the advantage of height, but as Kanda Shochu said, the small river that blocked the advance of the Japanese army also separated the small hills from the Chinese defense line that had dug trenches on the other side of the small river.

If the Chinese on the defense line wanted to support the hill, they had to cross the five-meter-wide river.

Therefore, the Japanese army, who had observed the terrain for a long time, blocked the creek with six heavy machine guns and nearly ten grenades.

Although the two Japanese infantry squads circumnavigating the other side of the hill were unable to cross the river because the Chinese army quickly maneuvered to the flank, they continued to fire flares, blocking the way for the Chinese army to support.

That also means that from that moment on, the more than 100 Chinese soldiers on the "Guling" are lonely troops.

Except for the side facing one's own line of defense, and the other side that can be covered by light and heavy machine guns, the other two sides are all within the control of the Japanese army. At least, they will also be besieged by the Japanese army on both sides.

The Japanese army, on the other hand, adopted a three-sided siege more resolutely.

The two infantry squadrons attacked from two sides where the trenches could not be covered by firepower, and on the side, the two infantry squadrons who went around first carried out the lure attack.

It not only involved the energy of the Chinese defenders on the hill, but also exposed the firepower of the Chinese defenders' light machine guns in the direction of the trenches.

For this reason, the Japanese army deployed no less than 300 grenade launchers more than 15 meters away, frantically attacking the firepower points exposed by the Chinese side.

It is still the old routine, after the artillery fire is covered, the infantry will attack.

The Japanese infantry, attacking from three sides, wriggled under the hills in a piece of yellow.

"Each platoon attacks on its own, without waiting for my order!" Scarred Lao Zhao, who personally sat on the hill, poked his head out of the trench and looked at the densely packed Japanese infantry without much fear in his eyes. He growled and gave orders to the signal soldiers around him.

Quietly retracted into the trench, breathed a sigh of relief, and gently placed the six magazines full of bullets in the most convenient position. There was not much expression on his face, but the scar on his forehead disappeared in the flashing fire from time to time. Like a living centipede, twisting slightly.

Obviously, his mood is not as calm as he just showed.

Facing the almost crazy Japanese offensive, the major was equally terrified.

Fear that I will never be able to return to my hometown.

Even if it is his own choice to sit in this extremely important position.

The stingy old Zhou wanted to argue with him, but he stopped him.

Lao Zhou, but there are four children to raise!Damn it, how can his wife give birth so well?Did Lao Zhou take any medicine?This may be what Old Scar Zhao has always wanted to ask but didn't have time to ask.

War, that's it, too many people, too late!
(End of this chapter)