Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 916

Chapter 916 Hard Bones (Part 2)

That's what people call Yoneda Kyo!

Because the 921st Division's gunpowder reserves were seriously insufficient, some of the gunpowder was simply black powder made of a mixture of charcoal and saltpeter. That was such a good thing. The result of the explosion was not red all over, but a black face!

In order to increase the power of this simple infantry mine, the military engineers of the 921st Division also tried their best to mix it with toxic substances such as arsenic and croton. This is in the hope that even if the homemade infantry mine cannot kill people, these poisonous substances must be mixed with it. Substances applied to the wound aggravate the injury.

It's just that in the years when supplies were in short supply, even poisonous substances such as arsenic and croton were not so easy to use, but there is an old Chinese saying: “If you are poor, you will want to change!”

So, some people paid attention to feces. There is no shortage of this stuff, and it can also contaminate wounds and aggravate infection.

Comrade Lao Kong's mind is really flexible. After dealing with the Japanese for half a year, he discovered a characteristic of the Japanese. The Japanese love to be clean.

If the Japanese infantry can be made to feel strong psychological discomfort on the battlefield, can their combat effectiveness be greatly reduced accordingly?

Hence, a kind of 'shit' thunder that is not used to blow up people, but is used to disgust them, came into being.

In order not to waste explosives, the gunpowder placed in medium-sized clay pots is the nitrate soil dug by a battalion of soldiers by themselves at the edge of the manure pit. At least one or two kilograms are put in a clay pot. Don't look too much, but it will explode. At most, it's powerful enough to **** a person.

However, the energy generated by the explosion is enough to scatter more than ten kilograms of original rice fields wrapped in kraft paper in a clay pot!

So, needless to say, the things that fell on and around the Japanese troops crawling on the first battalion's forward position were "shit"!

"Baga! Chinese, dead, dead!" The Japanese soldiers who finally discovered the truth roared on the battlefield.

I never expected that the Chinese would be so cunning. The landmines did not blow up people, but they rained **** on people!

Especially the Japanese Army Commander Cao, who held the **** in front of his eyes and almost vomited it on the spot.

He quickly rubbed his hands clean on the ground, but the real fragrance lingered in his nose. He thought that he was going to fight in such an environment, and he didn't have to wait until he died in the battle.

Japanese Army Commander Cao's hair stood on end, and the fear even surpassed the bullets that were still whizzing by above his head!

"The Chinese are at the end of their rope, keep attacking! Pay attention to the infantry mines!" Japanese Army Commander Cao, as a front-line commander, finally suppressed the discomfort in his heart after being nauseous for a while and roared an order.

Japanese infantry soldiers continue to crawl on the battlefield!

However, even they themselves didn't notice that not only did they crawl forward more slowly, but the most important thing was that the distance between individual soldiers in the originally wide skirmish line was quietly getting closer.

In fact, there may not only be infantry mines on the position, but also those things. No one wants to fight with those things on their body.

Instinctively, the Japanese infantry chose to stay away. When everyone did this, and those gadgets were all over the battlefield, and there was only so much empty space, the distance between people became so quietly narrowed.

Comrade Lao Kong's 'shi' thunder did not repel the Japanese infantry, but it had a huge psychological impact and laid the foundation for the next wave of offensives.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader, I saw it, the Japanese have crawled over, the nearest is 40 meters!" The young private crawled from the trench to find the young second lieutenant platoon leader who was pulling the bolt of Hanyang-made gun and firing in the battle position. .

"Well done, Dongzi, well done." The young second lieutenant held the gun and hid in the trench with his head shrunk, slapping his face, which was blackened by the smoke emitted by the rifle. Only his white teeth could be seen in the sun. Private shoulder praise.

The private is one of the observers specially arranged by the second lieutenant platoon leader. The observer does not need to shoot, but he needs enough courage and vision!

Don't think that you don't have to bear casualties just by observing the battlefield. These infantry observers don't have telescopes. In fact, in the 769th Regiment, only battalion commander-level officers have telescopes. In order to see the battlefield clearly, they sometimes even need to raise their bodies. If you have a wider field of vision, you will take more damage than the soldiers who are shooting.

The second lieutenant's infantry platoon has lost five people under the crazy fire of Japanese light and heavy machine guns, two of whom were observers.

Died in battle without even firing a shot. This is the tragedy of a soldier! But there is no way, this is the battlefield. From the captain to the battalion commander to the private, they are just screws in the huge war. If they want to survive, everyone can only do everything they can.

This private observer has done his job well enough!

“Platoon commander, can you let the brothers throw grenades?” The commended private smiled shyly and gave suggestions to the young second lieutenant who was barely two years older than him.

At this period, all the commanders and fighters of the 921 Division were basically young, and many regiment and battalion commanders were only in their 20s. However, this does not mean that they lacked experience. On the contrary, they basically had more than 8 years of military service.

Even this second lieutenant, who is only 23 years old, has been in the army for 5 years. He was a battalion commander before the reorganization and has extremely rich combat experience.

Hearing the advice of the private, the young second lieutenant did not make a rash decision, but silently estimated the time. It was about the time from the explosion of the infantry mine 50 meters away to the present, which was the speed of the Japanese infantry's crawling forward.

“Hey, the stupid Japanese are probably disgusted by the 'shit' thunder made by the battalion commander. It took them so long to crawl such a distance!” A hint of cunning flashed on the young lieutenant's face. "But we can't throw grenades now."

"Platoon leader, we only have 40 meters left. If we don't throw it away, the Japanese will crawl under our noses later." The private was a little anxious.

"What's the hurry? How far can your grenade be thrown?" the second lieutenant glanced at his first-year soldier and asked.

“Absolutely 40 meters!” The private gave the data confidently.

"Hey! It's quite far away!" the second lieutenant laughed, and then slapped the private on his cap. "Then come here and throw forty meters for me now. If you can't throw it, I'll go back and whip your baby three times."

"Don't dare to shoot!" The private was quite serious. He raised his head and listened to the whizzing sound of bullets passing by at high speed above his head, shrinking his neck. "Then I have to stand up and shoot. I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death."

"Then it's over!" the second lieutenant said funnyly: "As soon as I asked you to surrender, your son became smart now. If you don't dare to die, your brothers will dare to die? The battalion commander said before the battle, we We can't be afraid of death, but we can't die in vain. It's enough to get a Japanese soldier to accompany us before we die. Now we can't be stupid and stand up to throw grenades. "

"Go, inform our brothers in the 1st platoon to stop shooting, each person prepares a grenade, and obey my order. No one can get up, so they just sit in the trench and throw it out for me. It depends on everyone's ability from a distance, as long as you don't give it to me Just throw it in the trenches."

The gunfire in the hundreds of meters in the center of the position became much sparser, which greatly reduced the psychological pressure on the crawling Japanese infantry.

It is really difficult for them to dodge "shit" and bullets at the same time. It has not been so difficult since entering China.

Finally no longer need to stay in this smelly battlefield? Many Japanese troops have already begun to look eagerly at the Chinese infantry position less than 40 meters across.

They were silently calculating in their hearts that as long as they advanced more than ten meters, they would each throw the melon grenades hanging on their bodies. Then, in the panic of the Chinese, they stood up, picked up their rifles with bayonets fixed, and just needed to In two or three seconds, they could rush into the Chinese trenches and stab them to death in the trenches.

This is the self-confidence brought by the continuous victories of the entire empire on the battlefield for decades. They have defeated polar bears with bayonets and defeated the Chinese countless times. This time will be no exception.

Comrade Lao Kong, who was hiding on the second-line position dozens of meters away and had been observing the front-line battlefield for a while, heard that the gunshots belonging to the company and rows directly in front of him became sparse, and his expression changed slightly: "Go and ask Li Chunsheng where that guy is." What the hell, why did he cease fire in a row?"

The lieutenant and deputy battalion commander who was also lying next to him poked his head and looked in front of him, but he was very happy: "Batalion Commander, Platoon Commander Li, no, Deputy Company Commander Li is your favorite general. You don't know him well yet. That boy He's so smart! I guess he's looking at the Japanese who are close enough, and he wants to show off his weakness and give them a hard blow."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud roar dozens of meters away: "One, two, three, throw it to me!"

The sound was so loud that it could be heard dozens of meters away.

I don't know how the Japanese infantry felt when they heard this sound. Anyway, Comrade Lao Kong, who was a little worried just now, smiled.

The only college student officer in the whole battalion did not disappoint him. Not only did he realize his idea and make a "shit" thunder that made Wang Xiaoqiang grin, he also fought this battle with flexibility and flexibility, not just relying on hard fights. .

The company and platoon led by the college student second lieutenant are the sharp knife platoons of the entire battalion. Eighty percent of them are veterans who have experienced a 20,000-mile move. If the battle damage is too great, he, the battalion commander, will feel pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

The long-handled grenades thrown by more than 40 soldiers from a 100-meter-long position, some far away, some close, landed in front of the position.

The result was the same, they both exploded after almost two seconds.

As the most common and most considerate "heavy weapon" for Chinese soldiers, grenades are definitely the trump card of Chinese infantry. It is like 40 mortar shells exploding in front of the position!

The terrible air waves lifted many shrubs up by their roots.

What about the Japanese infantry lying on the ground still thinking about what posture they will use to win the next moment?

Especially when they get too close to avoid the 'true fragrance'. As you can imagine, the ending will not be too wonderful.

This may be the largest explosion in this small-scale infantry offensive and defensive battle. The violent explosion made the Chinese soldiers in the trenches cover their ears with their hands.

Those who were slower to react would naturally have their ears ringing from the terrible explosion, and those who were closer would even have faint traces of blood on their ears.

After a burst of continuous explosions, there was no need for any smoke bombs from the Japanese army at all. Balls of pungent gunpowder smoke shrouded the front of the position. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke was mixed with a faint smell of blood, and another kind of smell that said no. The unexplained stench was carried to everyone's nose by the mountain wind, making people want to vomit.

No one knew what happened to the Japanese troops who should be about thirty meters away in front of the position. All the Chinese soldiers just knew that it became quiet in front of the position, and even the wails became a little distant. They should be the Japanese troops staying seventy or eighty meters away. There was not even the tiniest groan from the wounded soldiers, but at close range.

“Woo!” the Japanese hand-cranked siren sounded, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and the incomprehensible roar of “Ulala” that the Chinese soldiers heard.

"The Japanese want to run away!" The private shook his head, which was shaken by the violent explosion of the grenade, and hurriedly tried to put the rifle in his arms on the trench.

This is not a battle with the Japanese army. Although he still doesn't understand Japanese very well, the private can understand that the sound of the Japanese army's hand-cranked siren means retreat.

That thing is the same as the trumpeter playing the trumpet in the Chinese army. It relies on it to charge and retreat.

Just rely on the commander to shout with his mouth, let alone whether the soldiers can hear it on the battlefield where the sound of killing is loud. Even if they hear it, the opponent may also hear it. Doesn't that mean that an officer at the level of a company and platoon leader will be put on the knife's edge? !

"Don't waste bullets!" The second lieutenant lazily leaned into the trench and shouted into the trench: "Don't even shoot, we don't know how long we will spend here with the Japanese! Save some bullets for me."

"Platoon leader, didn't you say that you want to beat up the drowned dog? While the Japanese are running back, try to waste some bullets. You can kill a few more of them and get some money first!" The private still didn't understand. .

"With this line of sight, I can't see anything clearly. How many Japs do you think I can kill if everyone in the platoon uses up one magazine?" the second lieutenant asked him.

"Who dares to be sure, but it is possible to kill several people." The private looked outside the position, still a little unwilling. "What's more, they must bring back those wounded soldiers!"

“You're stupid, but you still don't believe me.” The second lieutenant muttered angrily, while taking out a pack of cigarettes that was flattened from his jacket pocket.

Before he even took out the cigarette, seven or eight pairs of eyes from the surrounding trenches came over. The second lieutenant took one out angrily and threw the rest to a veteran, "You know how to ask me for cigarettes? But I got a military order from the battalion commander to change it."

"That's not the platoon leader, no, it's the deputy company commander who can provide us with the welfare benefits!" the veteran said with a smile, while throwing the cigarettes he took from the second lieutenant's hand to each of them with great skill.

　　After many soldiers got it, they did not enjoy it exclusively. They took a puff and handed it to the next one greedily. A cigarette was not considered to have completed its mission until the fireworks burned their fingers.

Tobacco, a tool that can soothe the nervousness of soldiers, is in short supply no matter where they are, and the 921st Division is no exception. In other words, it is more difficult for them to stay in the mountains than other armies, so they roll up tree leaves as a substitute. product, it is a routine operation.

“Deputy company commander, tell us quickly, where is Dongzi stupid? Usually I think this kid is quite smart.” asked the veteran who was satisfied after taking a long puff of cigarette.

"I'm not going to talk about the fact that you can't defeat the Japanese because of your luck. Let me ask you, can these wounded Japanese soldiers still shoot us with guns?" The second lieutenant sat in the trench and took a deep breath. Yan asked.

"Then let's play a ball! Although our Hanyang-made ball can't hit it as far as the 38-meter ball, it will make a big hole! Even if it doesn't die, it will be half disabled." The veteran replied.

“Then let's end it. Since it's not a threat to us, let's let the Japanese take it back for them!” the second lieutenant sighed. "Let these wounded soldiers waste more of their medical kits, and send at least two people to carry them, wouldn't you?"

"High, really high!" The veteran was stunned and understood what his platoon leader meant, and gave the young second lieutenant a thumbs up sincerely. "It's better that you, platoon leader, have studied well and your brain is so good! You came up with so many things at once. Dongzi usually looks like a clever little kid, but compared with you, platoon leader, you are a little fool!"

"Bah! Uncle Yang, you flatter the platoon leader as much as you flatter me, can you please don't hurt me by the way?" the private spat dissatisfied.

“Haha!” A group of soldiers in the trench laughed in low voices.

“Platoon leader, we guys have given the Japanese a hard blow, will they calm down?” asked a soldier with the rank of sergeant.

The second lieutenant's face became serious and he shook his head: "In the past, I am afraid that artillery would have been called in to blast for a while, but now it seems that the Japanese troops taking this mountain road did not carry many artillery, and they were going to rescue Shentou Ridge. We will not retreat easily, and we have to wait for the brothers from the 683rd Brigade to arrive, let alone retreat!

So, the next round of Japanese attacks will be crazier than we imagined! Order the brothers to take the time to rest! I think this battle is not that easy to fight. "

"yes!"

The fact is actually exactly what the young second lieutenant predicted.

Hiro Komura looked at the defeated soldiers who had retreated from the front line, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the first round of the attack, there were twenty-seven corpses dragged back by leggings, more than twenty wounded soldiers who screamed in pain, and a dozen more including two sergeants who did not return to the team. Needless to say, the result. They should stay at the forefront of the Chinese position to stand up.

Most of the forwards of the two infantry squads were gone!

If there are a few more charges like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before he, the major captain, will have to become a polished commander.

Turn around and return? Take a look at the message I just received from a certain army commander in the middle: 'Destroy all frontal enemies and continue to cover the main force's advance! If you delay the rescue, the division headquarters will severely punish you! ' In response to the call, Komura Hiro resisted the urge to curse Baga.

Why don't you die, that pig-headed captain of the 108th Infantry Regiment? In addition to three infantry squadrons, he only has two infantry cannons and does not have enough artillery cover. Are the Chinese so weak?

It's a pity that one level of seniority is overwhelming, not to mention that the senior officer is two levels higher than him, and he has the support of the division commander. Even if he is not happy, he can only act according to military orders.

The battlefield had been quiet for less than ten minutes when the Japanese army's two infantry cannons and all six heavy machine guns began to roar.

No smoke bombs were used, and clouds of smoke and fireballs filled the Chinese position.

The reorganized Japanese infantry pounced again.

It was another round of army advance, more determined than the previous wave.

Then, he was beaten back by the firepower of two heavy machine guns that had to be exposed. There were dozens of corpses on the battlefield!

However, the Japanese army came back again!

Be beaten back again.

Come again!

In less than an hour, the Japanese army organized five such charges.

The Japanese army's troops are no longer as strong as the previous one. There is no need to deliberately separate them, the individual soldiers are sparse enough!

As for the Chinese side, during the fourth round of Japanese charges, they were already forced to retreat to the second line!

The so-called tactics have completely lost their meaning. At this point in the war, all that is left is head-on confrontation!

The attackers and defenders are like two fighters in an unrestricted fighting arena. Although each is scarred, they are trying their best to see which side will fall first!

The heavy casualties on both sides do not need to be clearly explained by data. You can tell it just by looking at Comrade Lao Kong and Komura Hiro, whose eyes are red.

(End of this chapter)

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