Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 579 Unreasonable?
"Order all heavy machine guns and grenades to suppress the Chinese positions, and order the frontline offensive troops to hold on and continue to attack!" Li Shoushan ordered with a livid face.

The 12 heavy machine guns deployed on the two wings of the Jing'an Army's rear position raised their muzzles slightly, aimed at the front line of trenches and fired wildly.

More than 24 grenades also became crazy, and clouds of smoke exploded in front and rear of the trench.

This means that Li Shoushan still retained a sliver of reason, and did not order the six 6 infantry guns of the artillery company under his command to fire on the Chinese position, otherwise, the bullets exploding on the position would be even more frightening.

After all, that would involve the infantry who were already very close to the Chinese trenches in front of the position.

The regular Japanese army may adopt this kind of method of killing everything, but the Jing'an army is different. They are all shameless guys. You can be the boss and bring your younger brother to eat and drink, but if you want to treat your younger brother for your own prosperity and wealth. If one's orders are not fulfilled, future orders may not be easy to use.

However, from the perspective of the Jing'an Army, the Chinese position was already covered by dense rain of heavy machine gun bullets and grenades fired from grenades, and the sound of gunfire became less and less in an instant.

In fact, this wave of ferocious counterattacks by the Jing'an Army is indeed terrifying.

The rate of fire of 12 Type 92 heavy machine guns is 450 rounds per minute. In just 10 seconds, at least 2000 rounds of bullets were sprayed on the position, plus more than 300 rounds were shot down by two heavy machine guns two 300 meters behind. The Jing'an army fought back on the spot. At least 2500 rounds of bullets were patronized by the second company's position. In addition, dozens of grenades comparable to the power of hand grenades were thrown over. Not a lot.

Although there are trenches as cover, casualties are still inevitable.

A sergeant just emptied the bullets in his gun at the enemy below. He is not an ordinary recruit. He has experienced at least ten battlefields in Songhu, Sixing Warehouse, Songjiang and Jiaxing. The safest posture, also know how to maximize the survival from the battlefield.

Therefore, his head was buried very low, leaving almost only the peripheral vision under the brim of his helmet to observe the enemies below the position. The bullets that swept over him either flew away from the top of his head, or hit the soil in front of him or beside him. .

He quickly retracted his body into the trench, and dragged the rifle into the trench with the butt of his hand. All his reactions and operations proved that he was a veteran of many battles.

If there is no accident, he will quickly repress the prepared magazines into the gun chamber, and after five seconds, he will re-enter the battle position and aim at the enemy below to continue shooting.

Even if the gunpowder is dense and the enemy's suppressive firepower is fierce, he will carry out his mission very firmly, suppressing the enemy to 40 meters in front of the position, if he does not suppress and let the enemy continue to move forward, he will enter their bombing area.

Letting one or two hundred people throw grenades would undoubtedly be a disaster for those in the trenches.

The reason why the enemy was placed in such a close position to start shooting is that the sergeant also knew his company commander's plan. In addition to taking advantage of the firepower advantages of submachine guns and shell guns for close-range shooting as much as possible, it is more effective to use wooden handle grenades. Long throwing distance.

When the firepower suppression of the Jing'an Army slows down a bit, it will be the end of the Jing'an Army who were pinned down in place below the position.

It's just easier said than done, but it is undoubtedly a tactic of dancing on the tip of a knife to properly control the enemy within the attack range of the wooden handle grenade without letting them enter the attack line of the Japanese grenade , That is the self-confidence that belongs to veterans.

Li Jiujin has this confidence, and this veteran who was selected as a precision shooter also has this confidence. Even if the enemy's suppressive firepower is palpitating, he dares to lie down on the battlefield and shoot at the bottom. At least one of the five bullets will hit. Enemy, this is already an extremely high hit rate on a battlefield full of bullets.

However, the battlefield did not give the sergeant who had already suppressed the bullet a chance to enter the battle position again.

A grenade hit the trench wall hard and bounced into the trench, falling just two meters away from the sergeant.

This is a delayed explosion grenade.

The sergeant's eyes widened in an instant, and according to his instinctive reaction, he would lie on his side and curl up with his whole body, so that he could protect his internal organs as much as possible when the grenade exploded. If he was lucky enough, he still had at least a 30.00% chance of survival.

But more than one meter away from the grenade was a former security soldier in the infantry squad. Although he had experienced several battlefields, the soldier was still scared when he saw the grenade rolling down only one meter away from him. Stuck, from the face to the body, are stiff.

"Damn it!" The sergeant with the same round eyes suddenly tore off his helmet, held it in both hands, and rushed towards the delayed grenade.

Just like catching fish with a bamboo basket in his hometown, he pounced, covered the grenade with a steel helmet, and then pressed his whole body on it.

"Boom!" There was a sound.

The sergeant flew up more than two meters high, and then fell back into the trench.

"Old Tang!" Only then did the stunned soldier come to his senses, screaming sadly and rushing towards the sergeant.

The power of the grenade was terrifying. The helmet was completely distorted and landed a few meters away from the trench. However, with the protection of the helmet, almost all the shrapnel was blocked, but all the energy of the explosion fell on the body of Sergeant Lao Tang.

Without a heroic farewell to his comrades, Sergeant Lao Tang was already dead the moment he was blown two meters high.

The enormous energy from the grenade explosion shattered all of his sternum, along with his heart and perhaps his brain.

When the soldier held him in his arms, his mouth and nose kept spurting blood, and even his ears and eyes were bleeding.

His body is so soft that it is hard to believe that this is the tough guy from the mountainous area in the northwest of Jingxiang.

"Ah!" The soldier cried heartbreakingly.

He knew that Lao Tang didn't have to die. If he didn't do this, if he fell down in time with his reaction, he would have a great chance of escaping. The person who died should be himself.

"Lao Tang is dead!" Yang Xiaoshan, who heard the sound and ran over bent over from the other side, calmly touched the artery on the sergeant's neck, his face was also miserable.

He knew that another Sixing old brother had left him.This kind of experience happens on every battlefield.

Veterans, although they have more ways to save their lives than recruits, as the backbone of the infantry, their responsibilities are also greater than ordinary soldiers, which leads to a large proportion of their casualties.

"Platoon leader, it's my fault, it's my fault!" The soldier wept loudly, gently put down the body in his arms, reached out to hold the gun, and showed determination on his face. "Second devil of a dog day, I will fight with you."

"Bang!" Yang Xiaoshan kicked the soldier who was a little bit mad by the stimulation to the ground.

"I came here to kill devils, not to be killed by devils for nothing, if you want to go all out, let me kill five devils before you die." Yang Xiaoshan's eyes were full of anger. "If Lao Tang knew that he had exchanged his life for a fool like you, he would definitely regret it."

Soldiers on the battlefield are all growing up, and so is Yang Xiaoshan. He has grown from a simple upper class soldier with a bit of simplicity in the Battle of the Four Elements to an infantry platoon leader with dozens of soldiers. He has learned to accept parting, to accept Sacrifice, but also learned how to choose life and death.

This is not only taught him by Tang Dao, but also taught him by the cruelest training base on the battlefield.

"Go, carry Lao Tang's body to the artillery hole and put it away, and then I will hold on to this battle position for Lao Tzu. I will leave Lao Tang's gun to you first." Yang Xiaoshan looked at the soldiers whose faces were covered with tears, and after all, his heart still trembled. Soft, gave him an order.

This is also the meaning of letting him calm down for 2 minutes, otherwise, this guy with red eyes might accidentally be knocked down by Jing'an Army's ferocious counterattack firepower.

If the battle of Guangde was a big meal, then today's battle is not even an appetizing soup. Yang Xiaoshan doesn't want to lose several in this battle.

However, this was not due to Yang Xiaoshan's will. The entire second company was killed in this wave of bullets, and two people were killed and eight were injured on the spot.

Why are the mortars of the fire support platoon not firing back? What are they waiting for?Yang Xiaoshan and the other two platoon leaders may be waiting anxiously at this moment.

This is also part of the strategy.

The two heavy machine guns fired first to suppress the main force of the Jing'an Army's infantry, slowing down their speed and at the same time using themselves as bait to test the heavy firepower of the Jing'an Army. The infantry artillery positions are all 1500 meters away. Obviously, it was also because they had been hit by Chinese mortars and did not dare to move too far.

The two heavy machine guns are in the machine gun bunkers that the Sichuan Army spent a lot of time laying out. There are more than three layers of sandbags and a layer of logs for protection, and there are thick branches and dense leaves as cover. Regardless of the infantry artillery blasting happily, the two bunkers are actually Not destroyed.

Li Jiujin needed to mobilize the firepower of the heavy machine guns of the Jing'an Army, which were the most threatening weapons to the infantry in the trenches.

The reason why the soldiers in the trenches have not been ordered to drop bombs on the Jing'an Army at the foot of the mountain is because the heavy machine gun firepower of the Jing'an Army is so fierce that even lying on the battle position feels that the top of the head is full of scorching ballistics. In vain, I have to raise my arms and drop bombs.

But now, there are a dozen or so heavy machine guns on the two wings firing crazily. Seeing that the Jing'an Army who was suppressed in front of the formation began to move again, the firepower on the battlefield was no longer the same as the previous wave. Crazy output, what are the artillerymen waiting for?
In a col that they couldn't see 200 meters away, artillery was focusing fire.

That's not two mortars, but a full eight.

The Sichuan army is poor and poor, and the guns equipped for the soldiers are all outdated, and there are not many heavy machine guns, but that is mainly due to the cleverness of those Sichuan bosses who think that I came out of Sichuan to fight for the country. Everyone is out, so why do you need equipment?
So, all the good equipment was left behind, and I went out of Sichuan with the old guy from before.

But what surprised them was that they were playing tricks here, and Jinling was not a good bird. In addition, the battle situation was urgent, and they were sent to the battlefield without imagining a change of clothes.
Fortunately, the bosses are clever, and the commanders of the Sichuan Army are not so hard-headed. Light weapons are almost okay, but "heavy firearms" such as mortars must be equipped.

Liu Ruzhai, the Sichuan Army, has a mortar company. It was originally equipped with 8 82 mortars, but 2 were damaged in the battle of Si'an, and now there are 6 more, which happened to be brought over by Tang Dao. up.

This is also one of the reasons why Tang Dao dared to bring the second company and an infantry company to fight against the Jing'an army.

In order to ensure that the heavy machine gun position on at least one side can be destroyed in one round of concentrated fire, two experienced artillery squad leaders strictly checked the shelling elements in front of each mortar.

If this opportunity is missed, the heavy machine gun position of the Jing'an Army will run away again.

After sharpening the knife without cutting firewood by mistake, it was finally determined that the 50.00 8 mortars with a hit rate of 82% fired.

In a round of rapid fire, each gun fires 5 shells.

40 shells shrouded the heavy machine gun position of the Jing'an Army on the left flank about 600 meters from the front line in gunpowder.

The 6 heavy machine guns completely misfired, no, to be more precise, all 12 heavy machine guns misfired.

The 6 heavy machine guns were bombed, either they were blown up or they were stunned, and the heavy machine gun shooters on the other side either had their brains broken. Since the Chinese have so many mortars to beat their colleagues, the next moment they will not Are you going to turn the cannon around and beat them up?

If you don't run now, when will you run?

However, a little different from what they thought was that after covering the target area with 40 shells, 8 mortars turned their muzzles one after another and started shelling the infantry artillery positions in the distance.

Why don't you fight those machine gunners who are running around like crazy? That's what the panicked Jingan Army artillerymen should have thought in their hearts.

Why, my brother is a curve gun, within 2500 meters, I can hit whoever I want.

Mortars are so arrogant.

In the face of the majesty of the 8 mortars, except for the limited number of light and heavy machine guns still on the battlefield, they are still firing to provide support for the infantry. At this moment, all the heavy firepower of the Jing'an Army is either being attacked or moving their positions first, no matter how difficult it is. Maintain the previous suppressive firepower.

This is the fighter that Li Jiujin has been waiting for for a long time.

"Except for submachine guns and shell guns to continue shooting, precision shooters to shoot and kill enemy grenade launchers, and everyone else, throw bombs at me and kill the son of a bitch." Li Jiujin's order was passed on to the infantry by the signal soldier. Row.

If dozens of grenades from the Jing'an Army had blown up the front and back of the trench just now, then what would it be like to see 70 grenades exploding around the lying Jing'an Army in one round of throwing?
That is the end.

In fact, the distance between their individual soldiers has been far enough to prevent mass casualties from being fired by mortars and light and heavy machine guns.

But it can't stand the Chinese side throwing bombs like a prodigal!
Each infantryman should throw at least 4 grenades. Because of the condescending height, the farthest ones can be thrown about 40 meters, and the short ones can be thrown [-] meters.

More than 200 grenades were smashed in this way, and the density was almost equivalent to one every [-] square meters.

That also means that, even if they are blindly thrown, there is a 20.00% chance that the Jing'an army will be killed by the bomb.

In the future, a plague with a fatality rate of 20% will make people fearful and hide at home. If you say that this percentage is increased by [-] times, what kind of psychological damage will it do to people?
The infantrymen of the Jing'an Army subconsciously rolled over to avoid the sound of booming explosions and screams.

People are very strange. When a crisis comes, most people will choose to find teammates. Only a large enough number can give them a sense of security.

If it comes from a tiger, this idea may work, as long as someone can feed the tiger.

But on the battlefield, this kind of behavior is really terrible, even if it's just subconscious.

Seeing that the Jing'an army was driven more and more densely amidst the continuous explosion of grenades, Li Jiujin showed a chill on his face, "Shoot all light and heavy machine guns for me!"

The two heavy machine guns hidden in the bunker merged with the three heavy machine guns of the first battalion of the Xuesha Battalion, and opened fire with all their strength.

The ballistic trajectories were clearly visible flying over the surface of the soil, sweeping away the soldiers of the Jing'an Army who wished to dig a hole into the earth.

This became the straw that broke the camel's back.

The fierce Jing'an army used all four limbs, rolling and crawling, how fast they came, and how embarrassing they were when they rolled away.

And there are very few people who are qualified to be embarrassed.

For the incoming Jing'an Army, only 30 people can leave this killing field.

Not counting annihilation of the entire army, the battle loss rate reached 90.00%.

This is not reasonable!

In the distance, Shi Duyingjie watched this scene in disbelief, his head buzzing.

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PS: There are a lot of things going on during the holidays. I went to a banquet at noon, and there is another one in the evening. I can only change two chapters into one chapter. The 4500-word chapter is [-] words less than usual, sorry!

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