Chapter 622 Dessert before a big meal
Thirty meters away, there were Sichuan soldiers who had already been holding their guns and squinting at them.
Thirty meters, a living target the size of a basketball, is a bit difficult for these soldiers who have fought many battles.
However, it is also an existence that can be deceived. If the distance is extended ten times, it will be completely useless.
"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots were fired at the same time.
There are also various types of guns, including Hanyang-made single-shot rifles and Type 38 rifles.
Even, one soldier was holding a gun.
This gun is quite powerful, and the iron sand it shoots out is only thirty to forty meters away, and it may not be able to kill anyone.
Of course, this does not mean that the individual weapons of the Sichuan Army are really that shabby. Before going to the highlands, the Tang Dao had been uniformly replaced. . .
Except for the ones made in Hanyang, all the other guns were replaced with Type 38 rifles captured from the Japanese army.
The last time the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade No. 1 was destroyed, many Tang Dao soldiers were captured. Even if most of them were surrendered, there were still hundreds of rifles left. There is no shortage of 6.5mm Tomosaka bullets.
However, people are all nostalgic creatures. Even if they have new guns or old guns, the Sichuan army is reluctant to throw them away.
Many soldiers have two guns per man.
Although this tough Japanese sergeant squad leader put on a steel helmet regardless of the cold, to be honest, that thing has limited defense against rifle bullets with a muzzle velocity of 800 meters.
The rounded arc deflected a bullet, avoiding the bad luck of the bullet penetrating into the helmet and turning the head into a **** flower. However, the impact of kinetic energy was unavoidable, causing the head to **** back.
The piece of iron sand that can be used to hunt rabbits and pheasants just happened to fly over.
He pounced directly on the big face that was completely exposed.
Good guy, his whole face was riddled with iron sand.
With a scream, the tough sergeant fell down in the trench, rolling on the ground and wailing.
There is no toughness at all like before.
Momotaro followed the sound and his **** suddenly shrank.
It's really too scary.
The medical soldier took his hand away and tried to cover him with a hemostatic pack.
The horrific injuries left the medical staff at a loss.
His nose was blown off, and a lump of flesh hung on it. Only those who knew him well knew that it was the rich, garlicky nose that this tough sergeant was proud of every day.
The eye sockets are red, black, white and all kinds of colors. It should be the unknown liquid that flows out after the eyeball is broken.
“Baga! Despicable Chinese!” Momotaro yelled.
While cursing, he took off his own sword and threw it to the medical soldier.
He knew that the only way to solve the pain of his fellow countryman was to send him to Amaterasu, an artificial way.
However, the heavy losses suffered by his fellow villagers were not what frightened Momotaro the most.
Rather, it is a trench that can hide all their figures.
Could it be that the Chinese did this on purpose?
This terrible thought came to mind. Looking at the trench behind him, it was obviously almost ten centimeters shorter than this side. Momotaro had a clear idea in his heart.
But obviously, he understood a little too late.
Because the next second, smoking grenades were thrown towards the trench from the opposite side like raindrops.
My head was buzzing instantly.
“Damn it, this is a trap!” Momotaro yelled crazily. "Everyone, spread out, spread out!"
No wonder the Chinese have always placed the distance between the two lines of defense within 40 meters to facilitate their grenade throwing.
As for Japanese grenades, more than 30 meters is already the limit, and not everyone can throw them that far.
Fortunately, there were not that many people jumping into the trenches in the first wave, and the trenches several hundred meters long had enough curved surfaces to withstand the air waves and shrapnel from grenade explosions.
However, there were too many grenades thrown at them. Just like rain, there are dozens of bombs in one wave, and dozens of bombs in one wave. You can't avoid it just by hiding.
The Jingan Army, which was in a desperate situation, was also forced to show courage. Some bravely picked up the grenades that had fallen into the trench and threw them to the opposite side. Others also took out melon mines to fight back.
It's just that this approach is more futile than counterattack.
Since there is enough **** between the first-line and second-line trenches, the Sichuan troops on the second line have enough vision and are condescending. Long-handled grenades are most suitable for attacks, and the accuracy of throwing them is better than that of being unable to see clearly the Jing on the opposite side. The An army infantry were much taller.
It was a jaw-dropping grenade-throwing battle.
From the distant telescopes of commanders at all levels on both sides of the war, no one fired a gun, they just threw "explosives" at each other.
Within a range of more than thirty meters, the grenades and grenades that fell into it exploded almost non-stop. From a distance, it looked like a small but extremely accurate artillery bombardment.
Even many rocks exposed on the ground were blown to pieces.
If anyone is among them, they will be torn into pieces, and not even the bones can be found.
But this does not mean that both sides are comfortable standing in the trenches.
The two Sichuan infantry platoons responsible for throwing grenades had a hit rate of more than 20% when the grenades fell into the trenches. However, the melon mine thrown by the Jing'an Army, who was obviously stronger, had an absolute hit rate of falling into the trenches of the second-line position. No more than ten. Even though they had about two hundred people, they threw at least more than 400 grenades.
Whether it is a grenade or a melon mine, there is a delay of five to six seconds. In order to increase the lethality, experienced soldiers basically wait for two seconds before throwing it, but at this time, neither side can care so much. .
Hunting the enemy one thousand and damaging one's own eight hundred, that was the situation in which the two sides used to shoot at each other in front of their positions.
But at this moment, the Sichuan Army had every advantage in terms of terrain and equipment.
So, Momotaro and his gang of Jing'an troops were in serious trouble.
A **** arm flew up in the smoke and "clacked" to the position before more than 200 Jingan soldiers could only crawl on the ground before they had time to enter the trenches. This reality showed the pain of the infantry who had entered the trenches. Tragic situation.
Sure enough, men still can't be too fast!
Perhaps the Jing'an Army lying in front of the trench comforted itself in this way.
But, there are men who don't think so.
For example, Cai Yongguan and others are making preparations behind the mountain.
At present, attacking each other with grenades is not the main purpose of the two Chinese commanders.
Compared to the big guys behind, this kind of attack only delays the Japanese army and prevents them from smelling the smell of conspiracy and launching an early attack.
In other words, those are just a small dessert before the big meal.
Whether it is the fast or slow infantry of the Jing'an Army, the tragedy has just begun.
For the Jing'an Army at this time, they also had to make a choice.
Momotaro was the first to wake up. As soon as he turned around, he hid in a bomb-proof hole. The sandbags piled at the entrance of the hole effectively blocked the splashing of grenade fragments.
The Jingan Army, who had a slightly inferior psychological quality, could only be blown into pieces by countless shrapnel from the pig iron body of the grenade in the deafening explosion of "Boom, Boom, Boom" and cried loudly.
Momotaro saw with his own eyes a soldier holding an eyeball hanging on his cheek and fixing it into the **** eye socket. Obviously, even if it was temporarily installed, the eye socket that had lost the eyelid could not fix the eyeball at all. It took less than a second. It will fall again.
The soldier who couldn't fix his eyes suddenly no longer had to work in vain. A piece of flying grenade shrapnel directly cut off his fragile carotid artery, and the sudden spurt of blood even sprayed on Lieutenant Momotaro's chest, which was retracted in the shell-proof hole. face.
Without sticking out his tongue, Momotaro knew that human blood is salty and has a fishy smell.
The subordinate's blood almost stained Momotaro's eyes red.
"Rush over and kill them!" Momotaro, who is essentially a gangster, inspired by the blood of his subordinates inspired the spirit of gangsterism. He pulled out his command sword and struck at the Chinese position that he had to raise his neck to see. The command.
But in fact, this may also be the most correct choice.
It is undoubtedly an extremely stupid behavior to be in a trench where you cannot shoot at the opposite side and can only huddle and hope that the enemy's grenades do not fall on your side. But retreating, and even more impossible, will leave your back to the prepared Chinese. That's not stupidity at gunpoint, it's seeking death.
The only chance to turn defeat into victory is to attack and charge to the death. The distance of thirty meters is not long. As long as you rush into the position, no one can stop the sharp bayonets of hundreds of imperial soldiers.
Not only because of the desire to die, but also because of self-confidence.
In the Battle of Huzhou, Momotaro led his infantry company to charge into the enemy's position and engage in hand-to-hand combat with an opponent twice his size. He assassinated dozens of opponents while only losing four or five of his own, thereby conquering the position.
This time, there should be no exception.
(End of this chapter)
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