Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 287

Chapter 287 The Hero Is Unknown (It's the end of the month, please subscribe and vote!)

Whether it is a tank or an armored vehicle, due to its size, it can only proceed through Zhongshan Street.

And Zhongshan Street, directly opposite, is the city gate on the other side of the moat.

Although it is more than 600 meters away, the wide and closed city gate can be clearly seen through the telescope.

Wherever the 57mm muzzle of the 89 tank is pointed, if the superior has not ordered an attack on the main city of Songjiang, the tank gunner has full confidence in blasting open the seemingly solid city gate with one shot.

However, the Japanese did not expect that the city gate would open on their own initiative.

The Japanese army, who was a little stunned, did not expect that the Chinese would play tricks again.

　　 Inside the city gate that suddenly opened, a bunker was actually built.

It was a semi-permanent bunker supported by sandbags and thick logs.

The bunker has a total of two shooting holes.

Hide in one firing hole is a 37mm anti-tank gun, and in the other firing hole is a 20mm Oerlikon machine gun.

The 37mm anti-tank gun is naturally designed to attack the 89 tank. Even at a distance of several hundred meters, the relatively thick frontal armor of the 89 tank is not enough in front of the 37mm anti-tank gun.

The single-barreled 20mm cannon is more like a little brother who helps the enemy. The anti-aircraft cannon with 20 rounds of bullets sweeps it flatly without hesitation, which is more terrifying than the scythe of death.

If we only use these two kinds of artillery to attack through the relatively straight Zhongshan Street, maybe except for the Japanese tank soldiers in a few tanks who feel that 10,000 grass and mud horses are thundering through, the infantry are not too There is much to be afraid of.

After all, there are residential buildings on both sides of the long street that have not been completely burned down. Once you hide inside, no matter how powerful the machine gun is, it will not be able to penetrate several walls and hit them in succession.

However, how could the Chinese, who had planned all this long ago, let the infantry go so easily?

In addition to combat artillery and machine guns specifically designed to deal with tanks, the Chinese also have 150 heavy mortars.

In the city that the Japanese could not see, the Chinese went so far as to "frantically" gather 16 mortars and deliver the shells to Zhongshan Road Street or the residences on both sides with great accuracy.

This kind of large-caliber mortar, whose shell alone weighs 20 kilograms, can penetrate even ordinary bunkers, let alone fragile houses, and explode again with the huge kinetic energy of the whizzing down. It has a range of 2,500 meters. Within, its lethality is no less powerful than the 100mm howitzer.

Otherwise, the big boss wouldn't have been so envious of the mortars used by the Northeastern Army during the Central Plains War that he would have drooled with envy and ordered the military factory to copy them.

That is to say, the 150 mortar is really heavy, and its range is too short. After all, its cost performance does not meet the needs of modern warfare, so it has not been used on a large scale.

But in this kind of city offensive and defensive battle, the 150 mortar is definitely an artifact. No matter where the artillery position is deployed in the city, it can almost cover and attack enemy positions 800 meters away from the city wall.

Although the mountain artillery and field artillery of the 67th Army were still hidden and did not speak, these 16 mortars alone had already made the Japanese infantry miserable.

They could only retreat deeper into the residential areas.

As for the 89 tanks and armored vehicles stranded on Zhongshan Street, naturally they can only ask for good luck.

The first 89 tank was caught off guard and hit a shell. Fortunately, the shell hit the edge of the steel plate and bounced away without being penetrated. The shocked Japanese tank soldiers tenaciously controlled the 57mm tank gun. Bombard any bunker that dared to fire at it.

The infantry artillery carried by the Japanese army also leaned on the edge of the long street and fired forward under the command of the commander.

According to common sense, a bunker made of sandbags and wood is nothing but dregs in front of a 57mm tank gun and infantry gun.

But first, the bunker is located under a thick city gate. Unless the Japanese army mobilizes 105 howitzers to bombard this area continuously until the entire city wall collapses, it has no fear of threats from the sky.

Second, the bunkers in front of each city gate were carefully designed by Tang Dao, a special forces soldier from the future. The front of the entire bunker is composed of three layers. A large number of sandbags are piled up to form the first protective surface. Behind it are two 30 mm thick steel plates sandwiched between sandbags and logs rammed into the ground. After the logs are sandbags.

The depth of the shooting hole alone reaches one and a half meters.

This can ensure that, whether it is a 57mm tank gun or a 70mm infantry gun, when its shell penetrates the sandbag and explodes, the shrapnel cannot penetrate the 30mm steel plate, thus protecting the artillery behind it.

Unless the Japanese artillery shells can accurately shoot into the shooting hole 100 cm wide and 30 cm high.

However, at a distance of 600 meters, the Japanese artillery can accurately drop artillery shells into an area of 0.3 square meters. Then I am afraid that the Songjiang Blockade Battle will not be possible for a long time. During the Battle of Songhu, the Japanese army won a complete victory.

The Japanese tank soldiers were very brave. They fired back with two consecutive artillery fires that rippled the thick Songjiang city wall. What awaited them was a more determined attack from the two artillery guns in the bunker. The 20mm machine cannon made the front armor of the Japanese tanks clank, leaving behind One horrifying bullet mark after another.

After three more shells from the 37mm anti-tank gun missed three times in a row, one of them finally hit the front of the Japanese tank 89 directly, destroying it with one blow.

The bullet hole the size of a baby's fist on the front of the tank demonstrates the excellent armor-piercing capability of this artillery produced by Germany's excellent mechanical technology.

The members inside the tank were doomed to a tragic end the moment the armor-piercing bullet broke through the steel plate.

Broken shrapnel exploded the tank driver, the commander and ammunition hand behind him into a sieve.

An 89 tank was lying down, frightening the 89 tanks that followed closely behind, and they gave in as quickly as the others.

Of course, if you can't kneel down and lick, there is still no problem in escaping.

He turned the helm straight and crashed into a steaming house with only ruins left on one side. After hitting several brick walls, the Japanese tank soldiers who felt the constant hitting of Chinese shells in the ruins but were unable to keep up with the tanks were finally relieved.

Being buried by bricks will not lead to death, but being left on the street will definitely lead to death. The Japanese tank soldiers knew it in their minds.

The Chinese mortars were still firing desperately, and the Japanese tank soldiers did not have the courage to get out of the tanks. They could only look at the world through the observation holes. They could see several corpses in the ruins, including Chinese men in black military uniforms. There are also khaki Japanese ones.

Obviously, this was also the main battlefield where the last round of fighting broke out between the Chinese and Japanese. However, the retaliatory bombardment from the imperial artillery came too quickly. The Chinese did not have much time to clean up the battlefield, and they did not even have time to drag away the bodies of their own people.

Then just wait here, wait for the Chinese to take the initiative to end this shelling, and then we leave. The Japanese tank crews are single at this time.

However, they did not see that the body in black military uniform only one meter away from the tank, although it was burned to a pitch black, was miraculously still breathing.

Yes, the pigskin is still alive.

It's just that it's better to be dead than alive.

　　 Nicknamed Pigskin, a soldier from the 1st Battalion of the Security Regiment, formerly known as Zhu Dachang, was shot twice and blown up by a grenade thrown into the room by the Japanese and fell downstairs. No one thought he was still alive.

But he happened to be alive.

He was originally hit by the grenade shock wave and fell into a severe coma and entered a state of suspended animation. Just because of the bleeding from the two gunshot wounds, the suspended animation would turn into real death. However, when the Japanese army's sulfur bombs came, the burning wood that fell on him killed him. His torso was severely burned, but the high temperature burned the wound and miraculously stopped the bleeding. His extremely weak breathing prevented him from inhaling much smoke and poisonous gas at all.

Thus, although this ordinary security guard woke up from a coma and then fell into a coma again, he was still stronger than Xiao Qiang, but he was not completely finished.

Although this time, Zhupi, who woke up from the coma again, knew that he was definitely dead.

It was not because of the Japanese tanks that were so close.

Instead, he felt that he was already half-cooked.

The flesh on his chest and legs was all scorched, and his lips were already chapped and bleeding due to a large amount of water loss. His lungs were still so hot that he couldn't breathe, but now he couldn't feel it anymore, and the wounds that were once so painful no longer hurt.

Zhupi knew very well that the injury was not healed, but it meant that he had entered the countdown stage of his life.

He was finally going to die and no longer had to suffer these tortures. Pigskin closed his eyes and waited quietly for the darkness to come.

Then, a tank smashed into the wall, almost grazing his arm, and stopped in front of him.

Zhupi's ears must also be deaf. He couldn't hear the roar of the tank at all, but he knew that there were Japanese in the tank.

Pigskin smiled.

Although he didn't know it, his face was almost burnt. With this smile, the scorched skin split instantly, revealing fresh flesh and blood. If the Japanese saw it, they would be frightened without him having to do anything. Kill them.

The ghost-like security soldier no longer felt pain. He smiled, and the cord of a grenade tied under the general's uniform rang. Then, using his last strength, he rolled over and rolled under the Japanese tank.

His waist was tightly wrapped with 6 grenades. He likes to be cheap by nature, so in order to increase his chances of saving his life, he secretly took more grenades.

Unexpectedly, his life was not saved, but a few more people were buried with him.

It's worth it!

At the end of his life, no one knew what the security regiment soldier was thinking.

Even, no one knows how this Japanese 89 tank that had escaped to safety exploded.

It was not until many years later, when the Japanese army's battle report was released, that the Chinese learned that a wounded Chinese soldier who was stranded in a residential house in Songjiang had blown up a tank.

Hunt yourself with your body!

However, no one knows who he is, not even Zhuang Shisan, commander of the first battalion of the security regiment.

But the Songjiang people did not forget the unknown soldiers.

The wreckage of the 89 tank, which exploded into an empty shell due to dozens of shells penetrating the bottom steel plate, was pushed into the moat by the humiliated Japanese. After the war, the Songjiang people salvaged it from the moat and brought it to the moat. A statue of an obscure security regiment soldier was built next to the wreckage of the tank.

To commemorate this!

Every Qingming Festival, there will be clusters of flowers around the statue.

There are also white wine, rice wine, cigarettes, meat, steamed buns and other food. Songjiang people think that although they don't know who he is, there is always something he likes here.

It's just that no one knows that Zhu Dachang's favorite thing is really pig intestines!

The hero has no name, and no one can understand him.

"Did you see it? The Japanese are coming, so let's do it!" The crow said to the little bald head, looking at the flames and huge explosions more than 300 meters away.

The little bald man seemed to understand, but nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)

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