All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 194, fierce battle

The defense line of the second battalion and the fifth company has a front width of 400 meters and a depth of 800 meters.

In this 32-square-meter area, more than [-] cannons bombarded intensively, as if they were going to sink the earth.

The shells fell in the trenches, and the soldiers were thrown out like leaves.

The distance of ten meters between each other can't reduce the casualty rate, because the falling shells are too dense, which is not the same as facing the second-line garrison before.

"Anti-cannon!"

"Enter the bomb hole!"

Shen Quan shouted and gave orders, he couldn't just watch the soldiers being blown to death by the enemy's shells on the ground.

The battalion instructor called him: "Old Shen, the little devil has not retreated, so we have to keep someone watching to prevent the devil from rushing up."

"I lead party members and cadres to stick to their posts. If the enemy rushes up, they will call you."

Shen Quan replied, and pulled out a high-power walkie-talkie from the dead correspondent beside him.

He immediately opened the channel and called for reinforcements to the regiment headquarters in the rear.

Li Yunlong at the command post of the regiment stared round his eyes with a high-powered telescope, but he couldn't really see the position shrouded in poisonous fog.

Under such circumstances, he was naturally unable to make effective commands.

The only thing we can do is to trust the command wisdom of the frontline cadres and wait for news from the frontline.

The position was suddenly subjected to another round of shelling, and Li Yunlong secretly thought it was broken.

The front-line troops must have resisted the enemy's attack in the trenches, and if they were bombarded by sudden artillery fire, the losses would definitely not be small.

A voice came from the intercom next to him:

"Regimental Commander, I am Shen Quan. The devils did not retreat, but they were 200 meters in front of my position, asking for artillery support."

Shen Quan explained the situation concisely and without a word of nonsense.

Li Yunlong is an expert, and he has already speculated about the situation on the battlefield. With the key information, he instantly understood the devil's plan.

It is to wait for the artillery fire to end, immediately rush to the position, start a personal fight, and completely seize the position.

Now that the situation is clarified, the little devil cannot be satisfied.

"Wait." Li Yunlong fiddled with the button of the walkie-talkie to switch the channel, and gave the command to the rocket launcher company that was ready to shoot.

Artillery maps were drawn for all positions within the range of the rocket launcher.

Given the azimuth coordinates, the artillery does not need to observe, and can directly adjust the shelling.

The rocket launcher company of the independent regiment, nine [-]-type rocket launchers, loaded a total of [-] rockets, and launched fire support to the second battalion.

The whizzing launch is like launching a large sky-piercing monkey.

A lot of smoke was left in the rocket position, and the rocket flew across the sky, flew out a beautiful arc, and fell gracefully to the ground.

The explosion kicked up a large amount of soil, like a pillar of soil.

The shock wave destroys everything and everyone around.

It is 400 meters wide and about 500 meters deep.

In less than 1 minute, the rocket launcher launched two rounds of salvo, 210 six rockets, filling the entire land with murderous intent.

Japanese soldiers who did not have suitable anti-gun bunkers were exposed to rockets and suffered extremely brutal killings.

The direction of the Eighth Route Army was obscured by the poisonous fog, but the officers and soldiers behind the Japanese army could see it clearly.

Gu Hisao's small eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide: "This...is this the eight-way rocket launcher? It really lives up to its reputation!"

For the eight-way mysterious weapon rocket launcher, he is still at the level of hearing.

The legend is so terrifying that the imperial artillery was completely suppressed.

He has not been able to see it with his own eyes, and hiso Tani does not believe it.

I always feel that those cowards of the First Army exaggerated the power of the enemy's weapons.

But when he saw it today, it really lived up to his reputation. He had to admit that he underestimated Balu's weapons again.

Sure enough, when the serious artillery saw it, they all hated it.

The head of the brigade, Tokutaro Shii, pursed his lips, thinking that the rocket hit his own heart instead of someone else's.

The No.13 Infantry Regiment, which was attacking on the front line, sent a complete elite brigade to serve as the main force of the attack.

Just like that, just sending him to death for nothing?

Fewer people were sent, and the attack lacked sufficient strength to capture the position.

But as soon as more people were sent, it became the current situation.

Tokutaro Juni estimated that the troops shrouded in artillery fire had suffered at least half of the casualties.

He immediately proposed to the commander of the division, Hisao Tani:
"General, after this bombardment, more than half of our troops were killed or injured, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to continue our offensive.

Might as well let them withdraw first and prepare for the next attack. "

Gu Hisao is very cruel to the enemy, and he will not have a heart of charity for the soldiers under his command.

Once the general is successful, the sacrifice of the soldiers is just a stepping stone for him to reach a high position.

"What are you afraid of? The tenacity of our Kumamoto division is even praised by the emperor himself. Toku-kun Shii, you must have confidence in the soldiers on the front line."

Gu Hisao gagged directly with the emperor's words.

No matter how unwilling Tokutaro Junjing felt, he could only shut up obediently.

Gu Hisao asked the artillery staff next to him, can the number of eight-way rocket launchers be estimated?

How many are there, and can the artillery wing of the division suppress it?
Through the bombardment just now, it is not difficult to estimate the number of rockets, but if you ask whether they can be suppressed.

It's hard for the artillery staff to say, the artillery wing of our own side is hopeless, that's too bad for morale.

"General, the strength of the eight-way rocket launcher lies in the dense firepower of the unit, and one can fire twelve rockets in ten seconds.

Eight to ten rocket launchers can shoot a hundred rockets in ten seconds, which is equivalent to a hundred artillery fires.

And it has the ability to quickly transfer positions, it is not easy to destroy it. "

The explanation of the artillery staff made Gu Hisao fall into thinking.

The firepower equivalent to a hundred artillery fires can only show that it is a great threat.

The key lies in the ability to quickly shift positions. He has read the analysis of the rocket launcher. The launcher is short and light, and two people can push it away.

Discover its rocket launcher position, destroy immediately, must complete in a very short time.

2 minutes after the rocket artillery coverage ended, the bombardment of the Japanese Artillery Wing also ended.

The Sixth Division was rich and powerful, but the shells were not rich enough to completely turn the entire position over.

To be that rich, there is only one country in Blue Star at this time.

After the cannon was fired, the infantry had to come to decide the winner.

When the artillery fire extended, the surviving Japanese soldiers had already climbed out of the anti-tank ditch, and quickly approached the position with their waists bent.

As soon as the artillery fire ended, they attacked like a tide.

The soldiers wore strips of white cloth on their heads, with a blood-red spot in the middle, and the words "must win" were written on both sides.

It is a Japanese tradition to wear this thing on the head, which is equivalent to the meaning of the last battle.

In the previous battle, their alliance was defeated by the tank company of the Eight Route Army and suffered a humiliation.

The whole alliance is united and determined to wash away the shame with blood.

One black one, the Japanese soldiers were brainwashed by Bushido spirit and became cannon fodder on the battlefield, which is quite stupid.

This kind of brainwashing also has special characteristics. Once stimulated, it will not fear death.

Be ruthless to yourself, and even more ruthless to the enemy, launching a wolf-killing attack.

Three points more than the ruthless man, plus one stroke.

At this time, on the position of the Fifth Company, party members and cadres suffered heavy casualties from shelling.

The good thing is that they were at their combat positions, and immediately picked up their guns and fired at the charging enemies.

The muzzle of the assault rifle was so full of sparks that it took less than ten seconds to fire a full clip.

The little devils are like locusts sweeping over, killing them all.

"Quick, get out and kill the devil!"

The backbone scolded and urged anxiously, the little devil had rushed to a distance of less than 50 meters, and came up with a fast sprint.

All the soldiers who came out of the bomb defense holes and returned to their posts were numb.

They didn't even have time to think, why did the little devil rush forward?
He just subconsciously picked up the grenade, pulled the string and threw it out, picked up the gun in his hand, and fired bullets for free.

The enemies fell one by one, and they couldn't scare the living enemies at all.

They still charged with their backs bent, throwing grenades into the trenches.

The crooked light machine gun at the back provides fire cover, and the grenades are fired from time to time to eliminate the light and heavy machine guns that pose a major threat.

There were even a few surviving tanks that passed through the anti-tank ditch and attacked the position at full speed.

Shen Quan, who was disgraced by the bombing, was actively shooting back and forth with the Type [-] heavy machine gun.

"Ammunitionist, I'm out of ammunition, get me ammunition quickly!"

"Bazooka, don't be dazed, hurry up and blow up the damn bean tanks for me, and never let them charge up!"

"Correspondent, is anyone from the Sixth Company here?"

Shen Quan wished he could split himself in two, use half to command the battle, and half to kill the enemy with a gun.

Even if it can be split in half, it will probably be used to kill the enemy.

At that time, would you wish you could split it into three halves?

It is really too short of manpower, dozens more are not enough.

Shen Quan didn't wait for the ammunition hand, because the devils had already rushed to the battlefield, and everyone was holding assault rifles with bayonets, and they were fighting the enemy with bayonets.

The only thing to be thankful for.

The bazooka fighters all aimed to attack the tanks first, and the few surviving tanks of the devils were all wiped out.

Shen Quan picked up an assault rifle and quickly loaded the bayonet.

"Damn it, it's been a long time since I fought with a bayonet, today you are lucky."

Three devils with [-] big caps came forward, and there were no soldiers from their own side behind them, so there was no risk of accidental injury.

Shen Quan pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot three short bursts.

The three little devils fell down with astonished eyes, probably wondering why the enemy didn't talk about martial arts, and they agreed to fight with bayonets?
"Can you solve it with a gun, I'm crazy to fight with you with a bayonet?"

Shen Quan spat contemptuously, despising the enemy's IQ.

But then things were not all so lucky, the devils rushed up and got entangled together, you have me in you and you in me.

Aim directly at the enemy, and there is a risk of accidentally injuring your own fighters after shooting through.

Shen Quan still has a little cleverness, he rushed down with his gun, and when he met the devil who rushed up, he kicked his legs directly.

One or two bullets crippled the enemy's leg, and he went up to make up for it.

However, bayonet-to-bayoneer battles cannot be avoided.

Shen Quan has fought with bayonets of the same size dozens of times, and he knows the essence of them: fast, precise, and ruthless.

Fast, pointing out the gun must be fast; Accurate, pointing to the stabbing must be accurate;
Small means that the movement range should be small; ruthless means that the momentum should be ruthless.

Even if it is the trump card of the so-called devil's trump card, Shen Quan still does not lose the wind when he fights with the bayonet.

No matter how hard a person can hit, he can't hit a few catties of nails.

There are about a hundred people in Wulian, and those who can live to fight bayonets are dozens of people larger.

And what about the enemy?

The field of vision is within reach, and the flow is endless.

There are more than a thousand people in an entire infantry brigade, even if more than half of the casualties are lost, there are still about 500 people.

It feels like a constant stream.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a large number of soldiers fell under the bayonets, and most of the positions were lost.

Shen Quan kept retreating with No. 30 people, he was very anxious, did he lose the position in the first battle?

I don't know what it's like to be replaced by someone else, anyway, he has no face to face others.

"Fuck, why doesn't Liulian come up? If I don't come, I will die on the battlefield."

Shen Quan cursed endlessly in his heart.

Some soldiers found someone coming from behind, and shouted excitedly: "Reinforcements are coming, we have hope."

The sixth company and the seventh company, more than 200 people, wearing gas masks, with rifles in front of them and shining bayonets, stepped forward to support them.

Shen Quan's mood was like rain after a long drought, he knew that the position was saved.

Don't throw your own face into the stinky ditch.

The joining of the new force restored the decline.

The Japanese army came with the determination to die. When they attacked, they were not prepared to retreat alive.

It is also impossible for soldiers of the Eighth Route Army to be modest sons and give up important positions to the enemy.

Both sides held the determination to fight the bayonet, and the bayonet battle became more and more fierce, which was much more tragic than the hot war.

A full half hour.

During this period, both sides have the idea of ​​continuing to invest in troops.

But they were all suppressed by the opponent's artillery fire and could not enter the battlefield again.

We can only let the troops on the ground fight to the last moment and shed the last drop of blood.

There must be a winner.

Relying on the advantage of the burst assault rifle, the crooked move of shooting the leg with bullets.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers gained the upper hand.

The devils in the battle must be cursing and not talking about martial arts, but insults cannot change the situation on the battlefield.

For the Japanese, the situation was still deteriorating.

When there were only a few dozen devils left, and it was no longer enough to turn the situation around, the major, who was protected in the middle, was determined to die together.

He used the radio to shout to the rear: "The situation is irreversible. The [-] members of our infantry brigade are determined to repay the emperor with broken jade."

"Please shoot me!"

Reporting again and again, the situation on the battlefield is getting worse.

Finally, when he got a bad answer, Hisao Tani's face was pale and extremely ugly.

He is a hard-hearted person, and a little setback will not knock him down.

Hearing the request from the front line, he ordered without hesitation: "Fire!"

more than 50 cannons roared again and fired shells at the ravaged position.

There were too many corpses piled up on the position, and the shells blasted them away and tore them to pieces.

It was like a rain of blood was falling in the sky, accompanied by shattered corpses.

For the soldiers who were still alive, it was a complete nightmare.

Those who survived later often dreamed of that day. They sometimes thought that the comrades-in-arms who died on that day were luckier than them in a certain sense.

(End of this chapter)