Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 324

Chapter 324 Death Picture Scroll

The thick mud created by Commissioner Songjiang's "lazy policy" blocked the heavy steps of the Japanese infantry.

More than 300 Japanese infantrymen were "playing in the water" passionately in the moat, pretending to drink water from the Songjiang River. The second wave of Japanese infantrymen who came later were stunned and did not dare to easily enter the water again. They could only establish positions on the spot and follow them. The advanced engineers set up a pontoon bridge at the blind spot of the heavy machine gun.

The city wall defenders were so anxious that two machine guns headed by Mo Songzi finally couldn't bear it and fired, beating a dozen Japanese engineers into a ball of blood mist.

Ferocious artillery fire began to attack the firing holes where the machine gun fortifications were located after 30 seconds. The 13th Infantry Regiment also used all its artillery power at this time, with a total of 10 infantry cannons approaching the front line, responsible for suppressing the firepower points hidden within the city wall.

The most anxious thing is actually not the few soldiers inside the city wall.

It was the soldiers of the 643rd Regiment 400 meters away from the city wall.

The main force of the 643rd Regiment, whose path was blocked by artillery fire, waited for several minutes but still saw no weakening of the Japanese artillery fire. The colonel commander, standing in the trench with a pistol in hand, was so anxious that he finally issued an extremely difficult military order with red eyes.

"The Japs are coming up. The brothers in front are still waiting for us. I order each battalion and company to rush over as infantry squads." The colonel commander waved his pistol and roared to convey the order to the signal soldiers around him.

While several signal soldiers conveyed the order to each battalion and company, three red signal flares were fired into the sky. This was the highest level signal that the frontline position was in urgent need of support.

There was no other way. Faced with the rising smoke of death before their eyes, the commanders of each battalion and company could only grit their molars to convey military orders.

One infantry squad after another rushed into the smoke-filled support road where there were no more trenches.

This may also be the first time since the Songjiang War that Chinese soldiers faced Japanese artillery fire without the cover of fortifications and trenches.

At a distance of 200 meters, there are shells exploding around you at any time, which is like dancing with the **** of death.

Undoubtedly, the Chinese soldiers who faced the Japanese artillery fire were brave, but bravery cannot be used as a shield to block the terrible air waves and almost blind-angle shrapnel.

The 75 Mountain Cannon is unable to destroy solid fortifications, but it is easy to explode people. A 6.5 kilogram high-explosive grenade has a killing radius of 12 meters, which means that people within a 12-meter radius will die, and the splashing shrapnel can even cover 30 meters. within a radius of meters.

The number of Japanese artillery used to block the 200-meter area behind the city wall was 48, including several 105 howitzers.

It can be said that the 200-meter dance with the **** of death is a complete road to death. The proportion of people who can survive after rushing in can only be answered by facts.

The reality is that an infantry squad with more than ten people rushed into the barrage caused by artillery fire and disappeared in less than ten seconds. Then there was another infantry squad, and another infantry squad, until an entire infantry company disappeared. Deep in the smoke.

No one knew whether they had crossed the nearly 200-meter-wide road of death alive or dead. The major battalion commander at the front could only look ahead in pain and roar at the top of his lungs: "Company 2, get up here." !”

After the 2nd company, there will be a 3rd company.

Soldiers and officers, whether they are brave or fearful, must go up.

Behind them is the supervising team.

Same loaded guns and live ammunition.

A military order is given to kill those who retreat! If not, kill!

A second lieutenant platoon leader only hesitated slightly. After his two infantry squads rushed into the smoke, he subconsciously shrank back, and was kicked out of the queue by the captain's company commander, whose eyes were red as if he was crazy. The shell gun was intended to be executed on the spot in one go.

The second lieutenant knelt down and begged, begging him to be punished for his crimes and to die on the front line.

The captain and company commander finally gave him the chance to lead his last infantry squad into the smoke, and he followed closely with an infantry platoon.

In the end, the second lieutenant made meritorious service and died heroically on the front line, but his captain and company commander could not see it.

Going forward or retreating means death. Naturally, no one wants to die and be called a deserter.

The three infantry battalions of the 643rd Regiment invested a total of 6 infantry companies with more than 1,000 people on this almost fatal road.

After the war, the road, which was only 200 meters wide, was littered with broken limbs and broken bodies, and the blood burned to a dark brown color by the heat wave seemed to add color to the oil painting of ruins.

It is said that the Songjiang defenders used nearly 2,000 people just to pick up the remains of the soldiers who had not even had time to fire a bullet.

The scene was like hell. Some people vomited while picking them up, cried again, and then continued their work.

That scene severely traumatized the hearts of many soldiers.

So much so that during the later war with the Japanese army, some people actually jumped off the city wall with explosive bags in their arms at the most critical moment of the battle. I am afraid it has something to do with that extremely cruel battlefield.

　　　My brothers were all blown to pieces, so let me accompany them like this! In war, lives are lost, but hearts are destroyed.

Soldiers after the war could not suppress their violent tempers and could not help but fight with fists and kicks. That was because their hearts were broken.

There are only a few veterans who can survive to the end of the war. The war lasted for several years. It is said that they have experienced hundreds of battles. Only their will can be said to be as strong as fine steel. But for such soldiers, they often I still cry when I talk about the battle of passing through artillery fire to support the city wall.

No one knew how the colonel commander who sent more than a thousand of his subordinates to death felt at that time. It was not until he died in battle that his guard squad leader saw this line of text from the blood-stained suicide note on his chest. : "If I die in battle, please bury my body with the bodies of the brothers who died in the Battle of Songjiang. I will go underground to make amends to them. Also, don't engrave my name on the tombstone, let me be like them!" "

The colonel commander has always been in great pain for his decision. Perhaps dying here and being buried with his soldiers is the only way to relieve his pain.

But he must also be proud of his soldiers.

A brave heart cannot become a shield, but it can create miracles.

Of the six infantry companies, there were only less than 200 people who could finally break through the road of death. However, these more than 100 people dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese army who were still "playing in the water".

The mud restrained the footsteps of the 300 Japanese infantry including Shenwu Xi Dalian, and stopped the more than 300 Japanese troops staying on the banks of the moat.

But support from the Chinese army arrived.

5 light machine guns, 160 rifles and 3 grenade launchers, which are not ferocious at all for such a battlefield.

But for the Japanese army in the river, it was a disaster.

The Chinese soldiers who rushed into and out of the artillery fire with a certain death intention had long lost their fear of death. Even if the Japanese army's fire cover was fierce enough, it was not only covered by more than 30 heavy machine guns, but also countless grenade launchers and Six infantry cannons stood ready. When they found the firepower point of the Chinese army that pushed away the blue bricks to expose the firing holes, they fired wildly. The Chinese soldiers who entered the remaining fortifications on the wall also fought back without fear.

However, it's not to fight back against those heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

Their target was a large group of Japanese infantrymen playing passionately in the shallow water and in the mud very close at hand.

　　That is to say, in the legend: If you hit yours, I will hit mine, I will beat the little grandson in front of me to death!

Typical Wang Baquan routine.

The Japanese are crazy, but the Chinese are even crazier.

On the way to support alone, 85% of the battle losses were suffered. Who wouldn't be crazy if it were replaced?

Crazy versus crazy, the unlucky ones were the Japanese infantrymen in the moat. They were the only ones who had no fortification protection at all.

Hide in the water? Stop kidding me! The water in the green moat is very dirty, but it will never become a sandbag.

The moat is only five or six meters away from the city wall. The Japanese army is located in the moat, only twenty or thirty meters away from the sky. With good eyesight, you can even see the desperate look on the faces of the Japanese infantry.

The mud made the Japanese soldiers, who usually had high individual skills, stagger like an eighty-year-old lady. For the 67 veterans who had fought many battles, this kind of shooting was much easier than hitting a dead target on the training ground.

Not to mention that for those officers who still have shell guns, there is almost no need to aim, and they can kill at least two of them with one sweep.

Mortars also began to show their power. After obtaining the semaphore coordinates from the artillery observation post, the 8 mortars owned by the 643rd Regiment fired at the Japanese infantry on the river bank.

The Japanese soldiers who had not received the order to retreat could only lie helplessly in the mud and were killed by bombs while carrying them.

The engineers and soldiers were still working hard like industrious little ants in the fire of gunfire, and then they were hit by bullets or torn apart by artillery fire.

The two warring parties, who did not choose to retreat, were like a man who had been beaten with blood all over his body. He finally turned over, turned around and threw a brick to his arrogant opponent, making him cry for his father and mother.

On this late autumn evening in Jiangnan, China, in the distance, the sky is glowing with red clouds. Nearby, the dilapidated city is filled with gunpowder smoke, and the green water next to it is filled with dark red water spray.

If a painter could record this scene with a brush, it would definitely be a landscape painting with rich colors.

It's just that this is a picture full of the breath of death.

At least 300 Japanese soldiers painted this picture red with their blood.

Because the number of Japanese troops who finally returned to the river bank could be counted on one hand.

(End of this chapter)

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