Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Chinese brutality

No matter from the captain of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, to the major captain responsible for the front-line command, or to the lieutenant captain at the front line.

They all made a very fatal mistake.

Overestimating oneself.

Believing that as long as they are brave enough, the cowardly Chinese people will definitely be afraid and frightened.

On the battlefield in North China, they have proven their bravery time and time again with the defeat of the Chinese army.

The obstruction of the division under Songjiang City is obviously an exception. That is because the Chinese army has strong walls and moats as shields. Without these, the Chinese would have been killed by them long ago.

But they obviously forgot an extremely important point. Although their ferocious charge with rifles was frightening, before they showed off their bravery, they must first use artillery to clear the ground, whether it was 92 infantry cannon or 75 mountain cannon. It is the larger-caliber heavy artillery, those heavy firearms that can easily blow up fortifications and trenches into a piece of white ground. They are the most terrifying things that destroy the heart of resistance.

Now, although they used dozens of grenade launchers before charging, and threw several waves of grenades in succession, exploding shrapnel across the long defense line and causing a certain amount of casualties, they were able to really put themselves into the trenches. There will never be more than 20 grenades that explode internally, and those casualties are simply negligible for the Chinese army, which has been devastated by artillery.

　　With the loss of artillery, the Japanese army still had to show off its martial prowess, and naturally it could only be defeated.

Four infantry squadrons and nearly 800 Japanese soldiers, in an almost suicidal attitude, were divided into three waves, charging towards the Chinese army's defense line one wave after another.

In the last round, there was even a roar of shouts of "Onboard!"

That was the "Banzai Charge" that never retreated without breaking the enemy's formation. It was the last trump card of the Japanese infantry.

All officers, including the lieutenant and squadron leader, all charged in the queue.

Therefore, they never retreated.

Because, they all fell down on the charging road.

Charging against the crazy bullets, not to mention 800 people, even 8,000 people can only end in a river of blood.

The various long and short firearms held by the Chinese soldiers completely awakened the Japanese army. They were also mortal bodies. Without artillery, their bravery was nothing but a joke in front of the crazy bullets.

There were a total of 800 people, and only a few dozen "lucky people" could cross the small river, but only half of these lucky people had the opportunity to throw the melon grenades they carried from a distance.

Then, they died in the dense fire net composed of the opponent's shell guns and submachine guns.

And more people were killed in the small river, which was only five meters wide.

Perhaps it was because there were too many corpses in the river. Looking from a distance under the white light of the flare, the slowly flowing river water seemed to be still, filled with yellow and red colors, like a Solidified oil painting.

That scene is definitely a nightmare that will last a lifetime for the grenadier and heavy machine gunners who have found their positions again in the rear.

The grenadiers lost their squadrons and squads, because all their colleagues, from the captain and squadron leader to the lowest private, as long as they held their rifles, were all killed or wounded on the battlefield of the charge.

The heavy machine gun shooters were also stunned. They didn't know who else they could cover to launch an attack in the future. The infantry they were familiar with were all lying on that unfamiliar land.

Yes, from the time the charge was launched to the present, just as the captain of their Colonel Corps expected, the battle was over in ten minutes.

It's just that it wasn't that they broke through the opponent's position, but that four entire infantry squadrons were all consumed by the opponent's crazy bullets.

This is definitely the bravest group of Imperial Army troops.

Death did not dampen the fighting spirit of the imperial infantry. Before the retreat order was given from the rear, they continued to rush towards death.

The charge is over, but the battlefield is not yet over.

The battlefield, which has been basically quiet, still hears gunfire from time to time. It is the gunners of the Chinese soldiers looking for wounded soldiers who are still crawling in a pool of blood.

　　After the gunfire, the wounded Japanese soldiers who were originally injured and might still be able to survive could only howl miserably, and then fell into silence.

The relentless ferocity is unbearable to look at.

The Chinese shooters hiding in the trenches, in front of the Japanese army, unscrupulously hunted and killed all living creatures opposite them.

Until all the flares in the sky fell, the entire battlefield fell into darkness again.

Although the Japanese army was so angry that they almost broke their back molars, they could not come up with any countermeasures to save the wounded soldiers.

"Baga! Are the Chinese crazy? Why do they dare to treat the Imperial Army like this? Aren't they afraid that we will fight back in a more cruel way?" A Japanese heavy machine gun shooter who watched all this happened in amazement asked angrily. .

"I'm afraid they have never thought about leaving this place, so they are naturally not afraid." A second lieutenant next to the heavy machine gun shooter coldly helped him answer his questions.

In the darkness, the Japanese second lieutenant's eyes shone with deep fear.

What scares this Japanese Army second lieutenant is not the hundreds of colleagues who died in the "Plate Charge". The bodies of the 13th Infantry Brigade under Matsue Castle are several times as many as here; even what scares him is not the fact that it is not over yet. As the commander of the heavy machine gun squad, he might die under Chinese mortars, but he would never lie alone and cold in the mud like those of his colleagues. What frightened him was the ruthlessness shown by the Chinese. They did not even spare wounded soldiers in front of their opponents, which meant that they chose to bear the same consequences.

If you want to break through this position, there is no other way unless you kill them all.

And this, how easy is it? Through the suicide charge in the past ten minutes, the Chinese have taken out mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns and various long and short guns, with fierce firepower and abundant ammunition.

At what cost will the entire regiment, which is already marching lightly, pay to capture this position? Or use charge? Use the remaining infantry brigade? The second lieutenant of the Japanese army could almost imagine the situation of his own dead bodies lying in the fields.

Chilling.

However, the Japanese Army second lieutenant's explanation was not enough to explain the battle situation at hand.

Perhaps, only the Chinese soldiers themselves know the reasons for doing this best.

The Chinese trenches were very quiet. They were also facing death and repelled the Japanese attack. They were obviously calmer than the Japanese army.

It's not that they are not sad, but no matter how heartbreaking the heartache is, the battlefield does not allow people to remain immersed in it.

The joy of killing the opponent and the fear of facing death at any time will occupy most of the dominant soldier's attention.

The bodies of the dead soldiers were all placed in a corner of the trenches. Only the seriously injured soldiers were qualified to be carried on the backs or crawled on stretchers by the medical team who entered the trenches.

It's not that we don't remember or respect death, but that this is the battlefield.

Take the guard class on the frontal battlefield as an example. There are 12 people in a guard class. In this round of Japanese charges, plus A Niu, whose leg was blown off by a grenade and died of blood loss, there are also two people who were raised because of the shooting. The height was too high, one person was shot in the head and another was shot in the chest, and three people were killed in the battle.

The three bodies were placed in the corner of the trench area belonging to the guard squad. There was no white cloth. Their young faces were covered with the military uniforms taken off by their comrades. That was the warmth that their comrades could give them.

For this reason, they had to huddle in the cold mud in late autumn wearing single clothes.

　　But, willingly.

"Squad leader, why do you want to kill the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army? According to experience, the Japanese will rescue their wounded soldiers at any cost. We can keep those wounded soldiers and consume the Japanese supplies." Before the battle, he was only wearing a single coat and helped his friend find the calf that had been blown off. The soldier was very puzzled. He crawled over from the side of the trench and asked a veteran who shot a wounded Japanese soldier more than 40 meters away and retracted into the trench.

“Why?” The veteran glanced sideways at his soldiers, his face calm. "Because after this battle, I'm afraid there won't be a few of us left, and we won't have a chance to compete with these devils again. We don't have any more, so why do we want to do so much? Kill one more one, and let him What about the people who have the opportunity to harm us?”

After finishing speaking, he looked around and his eyes became a little fierce at that moment: "I remember it all, you can't be merciless when killing the Japanese, and the same goes for your own brothers. If it doesn't work anymore, just give him a shot, don't It's really hard to let him suffer. If I'm so injured that I can't even hold a gun, why don't I be stabbed to death by a Japanese bayonet? It'll be really painful!”

The soldier was a little dazed.

For a while I didn't know how to respond to my squad leader who had been in the army for six years.

His squad leader has always presented himself as a "dead egg lying in the sky", so he thought he would still be afraid of pain.

“I'm not a god, so of course I'm afraid of pain.” The veteran sighed slightly and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "How did Zhao Laoer next door die? Wasn't it because he was stabbed through the stomach by the Japanese on the battlefield in North China, and his intestines flowed all over the floor and he died of pain? I don't want to be like him, I want to die more comfortably. Son."

"If one of you can't be saved, I will help you walk away as quickly as possible, but if I ask for help from one of you, don't be too stubborn to do anything." The veteran looked at the soldiers around him and continued to explain in a deep voice. .

There was some silence in the trenches.

After a while, a soldier replied weakly: "Squad leader, I don't need your help."

“What the hell, if you're afraid of death, just give it to me.” The veteran's eyes widened.

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The soldier unbuttoned the front of his clothes, and a grenade was firmly tied to his lower abdomen with a hemp rope, loop after loop, and tied extremely tightly.

Obviously, this was not just tied on the battlefield today, it should have been some time.

The function of this grenade is self-evident.

"Squad leader, I took this from the grenade box of the next squad when I sent troops from the division headquarters. It didn't occupy our squad." The soldier explained a little shyly.

“Haha, good job.” The veteran laughed.

“Dudouzi, you are really a clever guy!”

Several other soldiers in the squad also laughed.

The battlefield, filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, is a little more joyful and more tragic.

(End of this chapter)

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