Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 622 Small Dessert Before the Dinner

Thirty meters away, there were soldiers of the Sichuan Army squinting at the soldiers holding their guns and aiming at them.

30 meters, a live target the size of a basketball, is somewhat difficult for these soldiers who have fought many battles.

However, it is also an existence that can be misunderstood. If the distance is extended by ten times, it will be completely out of the question.

"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots were fired at the same time.

There are also various types of guns, including Hanyang-made single-handed rifles and [-]-style rifles.

There was even a soldier holding an earthen gun.

This gun is broken enough, and the iron sand it shoots out has a killing distance of only 40 meters, and it doesn't necessarily kill people.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the individual weapons of the Sichuan Army are really so dilapidated. Before going to the high ground, the Tang swords were uniformly changed. . .

Except for those kept by Hanyang, all other guns were replaced with [-]-type rifles that were officially released or seized from the Japanese army.

The last time the No. 6 Middle School of the 6.5th Heavy Artillery Brigade was destroyed, Tang Dao belonged to but captured a lot of people, even if most of them were handed over, there were still hundreds of rifles left. There is no shortage of [-]mm Tomosaka bullets.

However, people are nostalgic creatures.Even if there are new guns and old guns, the Sichuan Army is reluctant to throw them away.

Many soldiers shot two shots per man.

. . . . . . . .

Although the sturdy Japanese sergeant squad leader put on a steel helmet despite the cold, that thing, to be honest, has limited defense against rifle bullets with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters.

A rounded arc bounced a bullet, avoiding the bad luck of being pierced into the helmet by the bullet and smashing his head into a bloody flower, but he was inevitably impacted by kinetic energy, causing his head to jerk back.

The piece of iron sand that can shoot rabbits and pheasants just flew over.

He directly pounced on the big face that was completely exposed.

Good guy, his whole face was riddled with iron sand.

With a scream, the sturdy sergeant fell into the trench, rolling and wailing all over the ground.

Not at all as tough as before.

Momotaro followed the prestige to look, Eggy flinched suddenly.

Really, it's too scary.

The medic pulled his hand away, trying to cover the man with a hemostatic pack.

But the terrible injuries made the medical soldiers at a loss.

The nose was blown off, and a lump of meat was hung on it. Only those who knew him well knew that it was the rich and rich bulbous nose that this sturdy sergeant was proud of every day.

The eye sockets are even more red, black, white, and other colors. It should be an unknown liquid that flowed out after the eyeball was broken.

"Baga! Despicable Chinese!" Momotaro yelled.

While cursing, he took off his saber and threw it to the medical soldiers.

He knew that the only way to solve the suffering of his fellow countryman was to send him to God Amaterasu, artificially giving him a ride.

However, Momotaro is not the most afraid of his fellow countrymen being hit hard.

Rather, trenches where they could hide in all their sizes.

Could it be that the Chinese did it on purpose?

This terrifying thought came to mind, and when he looked at the ditch behind him, which was obviously about ten centimeters shorter than this side, Momotaro realized something in his heart.

But obviously, he understood a little too late.

Because in the next second, smoking grenades were thrown from the opposite side into the trench like raindrops.

His brain was buzzing instantly.

"Damn it, this is a trap!" Momotaro yelled frantically. "Everyone, spread out, spread out!"

No wonder the Chinese have always placed the distance between the two lines of defense within 40 meters, this is to facilitate their grenade throwing.

As for the Japanese grenade, more than 30 meters is already the limit, and not everyone can throw it that far.

Fortunately, there were not so many people who jumped into the trenches in the first wave, and the trenches several hundred meters long had enough curved surface to withstand the air waves and shrapnel overflowing from the grenade explosion.

However, too many grenades were thrown.

Just like it is raining, there are dozens of them in one wave, and dozens of them in one wave, and you can't hide them just by hiding.

The Jing'an Army, which was in a desperate situation, was also forced to show courage. Someone bravely picked up the grenade that fell in the trench and threw it to the opposite side, and someone also took out a melon mine to fight back.

Only, this approach is more futile than counterattack.

Since there is a sufficient slope between the first and second-line trenches, the Sichuan soldiers on the second-line have enough vision and are condescending. Long-handled grenades are most suitable for attacking. The accuracy of throwing is better than Jing who can’t see the opposite. The Anjun infantry were much taller.

It was a jaw-dropping grenade-throwing battle.

The two warring parties, in the telescopes of the commanders at all levels on both sides in the distance, no one shot, but threw 'explosives' at each other.

Within the range of more than 30 meters, the grenades and grenades that fell into it exploded almost non-stop. From a distance, it looked like a small but extremely precise shelling.

Even many rocks exposed on the ground were blown to pieces.

If someone is in it, it will be torn into pieces, the kind that even the bones can't be found.

However, this by no means means that both sides standing in the trenches are comfortable.

The hit rate of the grenades thrown by the two Sichuan Army infantry platoons falling into the trenches was more than 20.00%, but the melon mines thrown by the obviously stronger Jing'an Army fell into the trenches of the second-line positions by no means more than ten percent. Although they have about 400 people, they threw at least [-] grenades.

Whether it is a grenade or a melon mine, there is a delay of five to six seconds. In order to increase the lethality, experienced soldiers basically wait for two seconds before throwing it, but at this moment, neither side cares so much .

Injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred, that is the situation where the two sides used to shoot at each other in front of the position.

But at this moment, the Sichuan army has the upper hand in both terrain and equipment.

Therefore, Momotaro and his gang of the Jing'an Army were in bad luck.

A bloody arm flew up in the gunpowder smoke, and "slapped" before it fell on the position and had not had time to enter the trench before the eyes of more than 200 Jing'an soldiers who could only crawl on the ground, showing the reality of the infantry who had already entered the trench. tragedy.

Sure enough, men still can't be too fast!
Perhaps the Jing'an Army lying in front of the trenches comforted themselves in this way.

However, there are men who don't think so.

For example, Cai Yongguan and others who are making preparations behind the mountain.

Attacking each other with grenades now is not the main purpose of the two Chinese commanders.

Compared with the big guy behind, this kind of attack is just to hold back the Japanese army, so as not to let them smell the conspiracy and launch an attack early.

In other words, those are just a small dessert before the big meal.

Whether it is fast or slow, the tragedy of the infantry of the Jing'an Army has just begun.

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And for the Jing'an Army at this time, they also had to make a choice.

Momotaro was the first one to wake up. As soon as he turned around, he hid in a bomb hole. The sandbags piled up at the hole effectively blocked the splashing of grenade shrapnel.

The Jing'an army with a slightly weaker psychological quality could only be blasted into blood gourds by countless shrapnel blasted into blood gourds by the deafening explosions of "boom boom boom".

Momotaro saw with his own eyes a soldier holding the eyeball hanging on his cheek and inserting it into the bloody eye socket. Obviously, even if it is temporarily installed, the eye socket that has lost the eyelid cannot fix the eyeball at all. It will not take even a second. It will fall again.

The soldier who couldn't fix his eyeballs became so futile in the next moment. A splash of grenade shrapnel directly cut off his fragile carotid artery, and the sudden spurt of blood even sprayed Lieutenant Momotaro's chest in the indented artillery hole. face.

Without sticking out his tongue, Momotaro also knows that human blood is salty and has a fishy smell.

Momotaro's eyeballs were almost stained red by the subordinate's blood.

"Rush over and kill them!" Momotaro, who is essentially a gangster, was stimulated by the blood of his subordinates, aroused the spirit of a gangster, pulled out his command knife, and sent an impact on the central position that he could only see with his neck up. The command.

But in fact, this may also be the most correct choice.

It is undoubtedly an extremely stupid behavior to be in a trench where you can't shoot at the opposite side and can only curl up and hope that the enemy's grenade will not fall on your side, but it is even more impossible to retreat, leaving the back to the prepared Chinese. It's not stupidity at gunpoint, it's courting death.

The only chance to turn defeat into victory is to attack and charge to the death. The distance of 30 meters is not long. As long as you rush into the position, no one can block the sharp bayonets of hundreds of imperial soldiers.

Not only to live to death, but also because of self-confidence.

In the Battle of Huzhou, Momotaro led his infantry company to rush into the enemy's formation and fight hand-to-hand with an opponent twice as large as himself, assassinating dozens of opponents, while his own side only lost four or five people, thus conquering the position.

This time, there should be no exception.

(End of this chapter)