Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 916
That's what people call Yonedako!

Because the gunpowder reserves of the 921 Division are seriously insufficient, and some gunpowder is simply black powder made of charcoal and nitrate. That is a good guy. The result of the explosion is not red, but black!

In order to increase the power of this simple infantry mine, the military engineers of the 921st Division also tried their best, and even mixed toxic substances such as arsenic and croton in it. Substances aggravate the wound.

It’s just that in the era of material shortage, even toxic substances such as arsenic and croton are not so easy to use, but there is an old Chinese saying: “If you are poor, you want to change!”

Therefore, some people paid attention to the feces, which are not lacking, and can also pollute the wound and aggravate the infection.

And Comrade Kong’s brains are really flexible. After dealing with the Japanese for half a year, he discovered a characteristic of the Japanese. The Japanese love cleanliness.
If on the battlefield, the Japanese infantry can have strong psychological discomfort, can their combat effectiveness be greatly reduced accordingly?

So, a kind of "shit" mine that is not used to bomb people, but used to disgust people, came into being.

In order not to waste explosives, this kind of gunpowder placed in medium-sized clay pots is the nitrate soil that the soldiers of the first battalion went to dig on the side of the cesspit by themselves. Put at least one or two catties in a pottery pot. Don’t look too much, but the explosion At most, it is powerful enough to blow up one person.

However, the energy generated by its explosion is enough to scatter the ten catties of original rice rice wrapped in kraft paper in the clay pot to a heavenly girl!

So, needless to say, those things that fell on and around the Japanese soldiers crawling on the forward position of the First Battalion were 'shit'!
"Baga! The Chinese are dead!" The Japanese soldiers who finally found out the truth roared on the battlefield.

I never expected that the Chinese would be so vicious. The landmines did not blow up people, but they rained shit on people!

Especially the Japanese Army Chief Cao, who was holding 'shit' in front of his eyes, almost didn't spit it out on the spot.

He quickly rubbed his hands clean on the ground, but the real smell still lingered in his nose, thinking that he was going to fight in such an environment, and he would stink all over his body without waiting to die in battle.

The Japanese Army Chief Cao's hairs stood on end, his sense of fear even surpassed the bullets whizzing past his head!

"The Chinese are at the end of their ropes, keep attacking! Watch out for infantry mines!" As the front-line commander of the Japanese Army, Cao Chang, after feeling sick for a while, finally forced himself to suppress the discomfort in his heart, and shouted an order.

The Japanese infantry continued to crawl on the battlefield!
It's just that they didn't even realize that they were not only creeping forward more slowly, but most importantly, the distance between individual soldiers was quietly narrowing in the line of skirmishers that had been stretched apart.

In fact, not only may there be infantry mines on the battlefield, but also that thing, no one wants to fight with that thing on their body.

Instinctively, the Japanese infantry chose to stay away. When everyone did this, and those things were all over the battlefield, and there were only so many empty spaces, the distance between people was so quietly narrowed.

Comrade Kong's 'shit' thunder did not repel the Japanese infantry, but it had a huge psychological impact and laid the foundation for the subsequent wave of offensive.

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"Platoon leader, platoon leader, I saw that the Japanese have already crawled over, the nearest, 40 meters!" The young second-class soldier crawled from the trench to find the young second lieutenant platoon leader who was pulling the bolt of the Hanyang-made gun on the battle position to shoot .

"Good job, Dongzi, you did a good job." The young second lieutenant hid in the trench with his gun in his hand, slapped his face and was blackened by the gunpowder smoke from the rifle. In the sunlight, only white teeth could be seen. Praise on the shoulder of the private.

The second-class soldier is one of the observation hands specially arranged by the second lieutenant platoon leader. The observation hand does not need to shoot, but it needs enough courage and vision!
Don't think that you don't have to suffer casualties just by observing the battlefield. These infantry observers don't have binoculars. In fact, in the 769 regiment, only battalion commander-level officers have binoculars. In order to see the battlefield clearly, they sometimes even need to raise their bodies Expand your field of vision even more, and you will suffer even more damage than the soldiers who are shooting.

The infantry platoon where the second lieutenant was in had lost five people under the frenzied strafing of Japanese light and heavy machine guns, two of whom were observers.

It is the tragedy of soldiers to die in battle without even firing a single shot!But there is no way, this is the battlefield, from the colonel to the battalion commander to the second-class soldier, they are all just a screw in the giant of war. If they want to survive, everyone can only do everything they can.

This second-class observer has done his duty enough!

"Platoon leader, can you let the brothers throw the grenade?" The second-class soldier who was praised smiled a little shyly and suggested to the young second lieutenant who was not more than two years older than him.

During this period, all the commanders and fighters of the 921 Division were basically very young, and many regiment and battalion commanders were only in their 20s, but this did not mean that they were inexperienced. On the contrary, they basically had more than 8 years of military experience.

Even this second lieutenant, who is only 23 years old, has joined the army for 5 years. He was a battalion commander before he was reorganized, and he has extremely rich combat experience.

Hearing the second-class soldier's suggestion, the young second lieutenant did not make a rash decision, but silently estimated the time, which was about the time from the explosion of the infantry mine 50 meters away to the present, which is the speed at which the Japanese infantry crawled forward.

"Hehe, the shitty Japanese must have been disgusted by the battalion commander's 'shit' thunder. It took so long to climb such a distance!" A hint of cunning flashed across the young lieutenant's face. "You can't throw grenades right now, though."

"Platoon leader, it's only 40 meters away. If you don't throw it away, the devils will crawl under our noses later." The second-class soldier was a little anxious.

"What's the hurry, how far can your baby throw the grenade?" The second lieutenant glanced at the first-year soldier and asked.

"40 meters is definitely there!" The second-class soldier gave the data confidently.

"Hey! That's far away!" The second lieutenant smiled, and then slapped the private's military cap with a slap. "Then come on, vote 40 meters for me now, if you can't vote, I will go back and beat you three times."

"Don't dare to shoot!" The second-class soldier looked upright, listening to the whizzing sound of bullets passing overhead at high speed, and shrinking his neck. "Then I have to stand up and vote, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death."

"Then it's over!" The second lieutenant said with a smile: "As soon as you say let you vote, your baby is smart now. If you don't dare to die, the brothers will dare to die? The battalion commander said before the battle, we You can't be afraid of death, but you can't die in vain. Before you die, it's enough to get a devil to accompany you. Now we can't be stupid and stand up and throw grenades."

"Go, tell our brothers in the 1st row to stop shooting, prepare a grenade for each person, and listen to my order. If everyone can't get up, they will sit in the trench and throw it out for me. It depends on each person's ability, as long as you don't give it to me. Just throw it in the trenches."

The gunshots in the area of ​​hundreds of meters in the center of the position were much sparser, which greatly reduced the psychological pressure of the Japanese infantry who were crawling forward.

It is really difficult for them to hide from 'shit' and bullets at the same time. They have never been so sad since they entered China.

Is it finally possible not to stay on this stinking battlefield?Many Japanese troops have already begun to look forward to the Chinese infantry positions that are less than 40 meters away.

They even silently calculated in their hearts that as long as they advanced more than ten meters, they would each throw the melon grenades hanging on their bodies. In two or three seconds, they can rush into the Chinese trenches and stab them to death in the trenches.

That is the confidence brought by the continuous victories of the entire empire on the battlefield for decades. They have defeated polar bears with bayonets and defeated the Chinese countless times, and this time will never be an exception.

Comrade Kong, who was hiding in the second-line position tens of meters away, kept observing the front-line battlefield. When he heard the gunshots that belonged to the row and row in front of him, his face changed slightly: "Go and ask that kid Li Chunsheng where?" What the hell, why did he cease fire in a row?"

The captain and deputy battalion commander who was also lying on his side stuck out his head and looked in front of him, but he was very happy: "Battle commander, platoon leader Li, no, deputy company commander Li is your favorite general, you don't know him yet, that kid Clever! I wonder if he's been looking at the Japanese close enough, and he's trying to show the enemy a weak blow and give them a hard blow."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud roar tens of meters away: "One, two, three, throw it to me!"

The sound is so loud that it can be heard tens of meters away.

I don't know how the Japanese infantry felt when they heard this voice, but Comrade Kong, who was a little worried just now, laughed.

The only college student officer in the entire battalion did not disappoint him. Not only did he realize his vision and made the "shit" thunder that made "Wang Xiaoqiang" grin his teeth, but he was also flexible enough to fight this battle, not just by fighting hard .

The platoons led by the second lieutenant of college students are the sharp knife platoons of the whole battalion, and 80.00% of them are veterans who have experienced the great transfer of [-] miles.

Some of the long-handled grenades thrown by more than 40 soldiers from the [-]-meter-long position were far away, and some were close, falling in front of the position.

The result was the same, they all exploded after about two seconds.

As the most and most intimate "heavy weapon" for Chinese soldiers, grenades are definitely the killer feature of Chinese infantry. It is like 40 mortar shells exploding in front of the position!
The terrible air waves lifted many bushes from their roots.

What about the Japanese infantry lying on the ground still thinking about what posture they will use to win the next moment?
Especially when they get too close to avoid 'True Fragrance'.

The ending can be imagined, not too good.

This may be the largest explosion in this small-scale infantry offensive and defensive battle. The violent explosion caused the Chinese soldiers in the trenches to cover their ears with their hands.

Those who reacted a little slower were naturally tingled with tinnitus from the terrible explosion, and those who were closer even had faint blood stains on their ears.

After a burst of continuous explosions, there was no need for any smoke bombs from the Japanese army at all. The pungent gunpowder smoke enveloped the front of the position. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke was mixed with a faint smell of blood, and another kind of saying no The unidentified stench of the Qing Dynasty was sent to everyone's nostrils by the mountain wind, making people want to vomit.

No one knows what happened to the Japanese army who should be about 30 meters away from the position. All the Chinese soldiers just know that the front of the position has become quiet, and even the sound of wailing has become a little distant. It should be the wounded Japanese soldier who stayed 80 meters away. They uttered, and at close range, there was not even the tiniest moan.

"Woo!" The sound of the Japanese hand-cranked siren sounded, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps and the incomprehensible roar of the "Ulala" Chinese soldiers.

"The devil wants to run!" The second-class soldier shook his head, which was a little dizzy from the violent explosion of the grenade, and hurriedly tried to put the rifle in his arms on the trench.

It was not this time to fight the Japanese army. Although they still couldn't understand Japanese very well, the second-class soldiers could hear the sound of the Japanese army's hand-cranked siren as a sign of retreat.

That thing is the same as how the trumpeter in the Chinese army plays the trumpet. It depends on it to charge, and it also depends on it to retreat.

Just relying on the commander to shout with his mouth, let alone whether the soldiers on the battlefield where the sound of killing can be heard, even if they hear it, the opponent may also hear it. Isn't that sending an officer at the level of a company platoon leader to the knife? !

"Don't waste bullets!" The second lieutenant leaned lazily into the trench and shouted into the trench, "Don't shoot, I don't know how long I'll spend with the devils here! Save some bullets for me."

"Platoon leader, it's not what you said, do you want to beat the dog in the water? While the devils are running back, try to waste some bullets from your sons, you can kill them more, and get some money first!" The second-class soldier still didn't understand. .

"With this line of sight, I can't see anything clearly. How many devils do you think my entire platoon can kill by firing one clip each?" The second lieutenant asked him back.

"Then who dares to be sure, but it is possible to kill several people." The second-class soldier poked his head to look outside the position, still a little unwilling. "What's more, they must bring back those wounded soldiers!"

"You don't believe me when I say you're stupid." The second lieutenant muttered angrily, and took out a pack of crushed cigarettes from his coat pocket.

Before the cigarettes were drawn out, seven or eight pairs of eyes from the surrounding trenches looked over. The second lieutenant took one out of them angrily, and threw the rest to a veteran. But I got my head from the battalion commander and issued a military order to change it."

"That's not you, the platoon leader, no, it's the welfare benefits that you, the deputy company commander, can give us!" The veteran said with a smile, and threw the cigarettes he took from the second lieutenant one by one very skillfully.

After many soldiers got it, they didn't enjoy it exclusively. They greedily took a puff and passed it to the next one. A cigarette didn't complete its mission until the fireworks burned to the fingers.

Tobacco, this kind of thing that can relieve the nervousness of soldiers, is in short supply no matter where it is, and the 921st Division is no exception. In other words, it is more difficult for them to stay in the mountains than other troops. They use rolled leaves as a substitute products, is a routine operation.

"Deputy company commander, hurry up and tell us, where is Dongzi stupid, usually I think this kid is quite clever." asked the veteran who was satisfied after taking a deep puff of cigarette.

"I'm not going to say that it's just luck that you can't beat the devils because of the black lights. Let me ask you, can the wounded soldiers of the Japanese devils still shoot us?" The second lieutenant took a deep breath while sitting in the trench. Smoke, asked.

"Then let's hit a ball! Although our Hanyang made it is not as far away as three or eight, but it hits a big hole! If you don't die, you will be half disabled." The veteran replied.

"Then it's over. Since there is no threat to us, let the Japanese devils get them back!" The second lieutenant sighed. "Let these wounded soldiers waste more of their medicine kits, and at least two people should be sent to carry them, isn't it good?"

"High, it's really high!" The veteran was stunned to understand what his platoon leader meant, and he gave the young second lieutenant a thumbs up sincerely. "Platoon leader, you have studied and your brain is so good! You can think of so many ideas at once. Dongzi usually looks like a little clever ghost. Compared with you, platoon leader, you are a little fool!"

"Bah! Uncle Yang, you can flatter the platoon leader as soon as you flatter, can you not hurt me by the way?" The second-class soldier spat dissatisfiedly.

"Haha!" A group of soldiers in the trench laughed in a low voice.

"Platoon leader, we guys gave the devils a hard time, will they calm down a little bit?" asked a soldier with the rank of sergeant.

The second lieutenant's face turned serious, and he shook his head: "In the past, I'm afraid artillery would be dispatched to bombard it for a while, but now it seems that the Japanese army on this mountain road didn't carry much artillery, and they were going to rescue Shentouling. We will not retreat easily, and we have to wait for the brothers from the 683 brigade to rush over, let alone retreat!

Therefore, the next round of the Japanese attack will be crazier than we imagined!Command the brothers to seize the time to rest!I don't think it's an easy fight. "

"Yes!"

In fact, it was exactly as the young second lieutenant had predicted.

Komura Hiroshi looked at the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had retreated from the front line, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

In the first round of attack, there were 27 corpses dragged back by leggings, more than 20 wounded soldiers screaming in pain, and more than a dozen including two sergeants who did not return to the team. Needless to say, the result should be Stay at the forefront of the Chinese position.

More than half of the forwards of the two infantry squads are gone!

If there are a few more charges like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before he, the major commander, will become a polished commander.

U-turn back?Look at the message I just received from a certain army officer in the middle of the road, "Kill all frontal enemies and continue to cover the main force to advance!"If the rescue is delayed, the Division and Regiment Headquarters will punish you severely! ', Komura Hiroshi resisted the desire to scold Baga.

Why doesn't that pig-headed captain of the 108th Infantry Regiment die?In addition to three infantry squadrons, he only has two infantry artillery, and there is not enough artillery cover. How weak are the Chinese?
It's a pity that one level of official rank crushes people, not to mention that the chief officer is two levels higher than him, and with the support of the division commander behind him, even if he doesn't like it, he can only follow the military orders.

The battlefield was quiet for less than 10 minutes, and the two infantry guns and all 6 heavy machine guns of the Japanese army began to roar.

Without smoke bombs, clouds of gunpowder smoke and fireballs spread over the Chinese position.

The reorganized Japanese infantry rushed forward again.

It was another round of the whole army rushing, even more determined than the previous wave.

Then, they were beaten back by the firepower of two heavy machine guns that had to be exposed, and there were dozens of corpses on the battlefield!

However, the Japanese army made a comeback again!

I was beaten back again.

Come again!

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In less than an hour, the Japanese army organized such a charge five times.

The Japanese army's strength is no longer as rich as that of the previous side. There is no need to deliberately pull apart, and the individual soldiers are sparse enough!
On the Chinese side, when the Japanese army charged in the fourth round, they were already forced to retreat to the second line!
The so-called tactics have completely lost their meaning, and the battle has reached this point, and there is only head-to-head!

The offensive and defensive sides are like two fighters in an unrestricted fighting arena. Although each is scarred, they are doing their best. It depends on which side will fall first!

The heavy casualties on both sides don't need to be clearly stated by statistics, just look at Comrade Kong and Hiroshi Komura with bloodshot eyes.

(End of this chapter)