My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 327 Battle of the River Mouth
The loud noise of the explosion covered everything, and Chen Tang only had time to say yes indiscriminately, and then he couldn't hear any more sounds.

The devils fired very fiercely, machine guns, grenades, infantry artillery... They used all the heavy weapons to form a blockade line at the mouth of this narrow river.

The bullets hitting the car body kept ringing, Chen Tang could only curl up behind the armored vehicle, he didn't blindly follow his comrades out, because he knew that he was just a small infantry, and he couldn't do much in this big battlefield. spray.

Because of the blocking of the river, tanks and armored vehicles could not cross the river directly, and could only passively bear the firepower of the opponent for a while.

"boom!"

An artillery shell hit the No. 3 car where Yuan Li was located, and the vibration caused by the explosion caused the cabin to shake violently.

Yuan Li's head hit the iron plate next to him heavily. If he hadn't been wearing a bumper mask, he would have suffered a bloody head.

"The convoy spread out, all the guns fired at full force, grandma! Hit me hard!"

After speaking, Yuan Li quickly got out of the turret, pulled the bolt of the M2 heavy machine gun with a bang, and the huge barrel was facing the front.

The tank gun and the Sdkfz37 armored vehicle equipped with 251 anti-aircraft guns opened fire immediately. Each Sherman body was equipped with an M2 and two m1919 heavy machine guns. When the firepower was fully fired, it was like a barrage without gaps. Attack the enemy like overwhelming.

The two sides poured out firepower crazily, and the light bullets dragged the yellow-red flames across the river and shot across the river. The trees on both sides of the bank were beaten with branches and leaves, and the trunks were broken everywhere.

The infantry on the armored personnel carrier was not idle either. They immediately got out of the vehicle and formed a team, using the body of the armored vehicle as a cover to shoot at the Japanese army on the opposite bank.

"The second platoon moves to the flanks to contain the enemy! The third platoon rescues the wounded, regardless of whether they are dead or not, drag them to the back first, hurry up!"

"Monk! Organize the brothers to fight back, ask someone to pull down the mortar, and kill those bastards!"

Seeing that the army was a little uncomfortable being suppressed by the little devil's infantry artillery, Mo Youcai immediately called his men to act.

"Ah... damn wife!"

A stray bullet hit his left arm due to the rebound of the steel plate of the chariot, and blood seeped out instantly.

"Company Commander!?"

"Leave me alone, what should I do! Come on!"

"Understood! Dagui led the machine gunner to set up the firepower point, and the rest of the people covered the guns and unloaded the guns, and the smoke bombs greeted me!"

Monk Zhou roared vigorously, and took the lead in raising the submachine gun and pulling the trigger towards the opposite bank. Flames burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the soldiers around him followed suit.

The two soldiers took out the smoke bomb, pulled the ring and threw it out vigorously. After a while, a cloud of white smoke slowly rose from their river beach.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Tang turned over and entered a bomb crater. Just now he saw with his own eyes that his comrades in the same platoon had their legs broken, and they were covering their bloody wounds and screaming again and again.

Because of the fierce gunfire on the battlefield, no one except the sharp-eyed Chen Tang noticed his existence. Even if they found out, they didn't dare to rush to the rescue under the hail of bullets. That would undoubtedly be no different from suicide.

But Chen Tang remembered that it was one of the soldiers who went with Monk Zhou to collect the supplies and greeted him.

"Grab my shoulder!" Chen Tang growled, pulled up the wounded involuntarily, and carried him to the back of the chariot with difficulty.

"Thank you...thank you"

The dense bullets shot into the soil and made a puffing sound. If you are not careful, you have to explain it here. Fear occupies most of your mind, but this kind of emotion also makes people's desire to survive infinitely expanded.

At this moment, Chen Tang couldn't care less about being afraid, and there was only one thing left in his mind, which was to take this comrade-in-arms to a safe place.

"Grandma, bear, didn't I tell you not to be so fucking brave!?" Seeing this scene, Monk Zhou was terrified, he didn't expect this kid to be so courageous.

Chen Tang, with a dark face, led the wounded back to the back of the armored vehicle. His helmet fell off because he was too anxious to run. His comrades immediately came up to support them, and sent the wounded to the rear medical platoon.

"Stinky boy! Did you take my words for granted?"

Monk Zhou suffered a brain collapse when he came up, and Chen Tang covered his head in pain. The latter didn't explain anything, he just thought he should do it, just like when he was almost burnt to charcoal, his comrades around him still tried their best. Do all you can to save him.

Although no one said anything, the way everyone looked at him had changed. Some might think he was reckless, but his actions had been respected and recognized by most people.

There is nothing better than the love of comrades-in-arms. No one can guarantee that they will not be shot and injured on the battlefield. If at this time, the only ones who can rely on are those companions who get along with each other day and night. It is more fortunate to have such a comrade-in-arms who will never leave.

The artillery platoons quickly took advantage of this gap, seized the time to move the mortars out of the vehicle, and quickly deployed the artillery positions.

Their seventh company belongs to the enhanced firepower company. Each platoon has 4 M2 mortars, and one company belongs to the anti-aircraft artillery platoon. The whole company has 12 60mm mortars and three 3 anti-aircraft guns. An infantry brigade comparable to devils.

The Wanding River is not wide, and the span between the two banks is less than 300 meters. Even including the river beach, the combat distance between the two sides is only 600 meters. Compared with heavy artillery, direct-pointing tank guns and curved-firing weapons are more suitable for combat here.

After the opponent's initial fire suppression, the Seventh Company was ready to counterattack, but now the devils were overwhelmed by tanks and light and heavy machine guns, and their own artillery adjusted their mortars to a high angle of 80 degrees, in order to be at this distance Can perfectly cover the enemy's position.

"The distance is 550 meters, the direction is 13-3, and the elevation angle is 81. All artillery positions fire a salvo...ready...release!"

The artillery platoon leader seemed very confident, and directly ordered all the artillery to fire together, because the error at this distance was already very small.

A volley of 12 mortars fired a round of smoke and dust on the north bank in an instant, and various firearms took turns to greet them.The little devil originally wanted to use the river water to stop the opponent's offensive, but who can persevere under such berserk firepower?
The other party is like a fucking nouveau riche, he doesn't care about the huge ammunition consumption, and all kinds of shells don't stop.

There is a saying that the accuracy is not enough, and the firepower is coming together. The Japanese army has nowhere to hide at the combat distance of less than 600 meters, and the enemy caught the opportunity and beat him up.

Countless little devils were killed and wounded, and a lot of their few infantry artillery were destroyed, but the devil commander is still insisting, because this is already the last line of defense in Wanding, and there is nothing to say. refused to retreat...

(End of this chapter)