Chapter 165 Battlefield (Central)

The sound of gunfires in the distance was heard, but the telescope did not see the signal from the outpost. If the sentry would not send all the normal flag words every half an hour, Zhang Jingyue would have suspected that his sentry had been touched!

Did we wrongly judge the Japanese army that they thought we would withdraw our troops and would not attack them at all, and would wait for us to withdraw our troops and then chase them? If this is the case, we would not be able to withdraw our troops. It would be to expose our backs to the other party to stare at them!

The Japanese in Chuxian direction did not send troops to attack like Li Tianhao and Zhang Jingyue, who analyzed that they had sent troops to attack, but the 18th Division, which did nothing but artillery, began to attack two days ago, and fire was constantly exchanged on the positions in the south...

"Boom!" A grenade-bolt grenade fell on the top of his head and exploded, shaking people dizzy. You could feel the dust that was spreading in the air trembled in the air at that moment. But for only a second, the "stop" sound of the crooked machine guns sounded again. Several Japanese soldiers fell in front of the death trench that had been occupied by the Japanese, and rolled down from the steep slope. This was a side that was not in the trench.

Firepower point, originally a small hill, the soldiers used logs to fill mud bags on it, and there were three layers in total, forming a very hidden cave with a cover; this firepower point is invisible on the Japanese's position, and you will only find it when you rush to three hundred meters in front of the death trench, but when you find it, maybe your side and back have been shot. This is a barbarian firepower point! Many Japanese died under this very hidden machine gun.

In the fire point, three shooters who squeezed together in strange postures worked closely together, one fired and one loaded the bullet, while the other supported the hole wall with both hands, covering the whole person above the machine gun. When the shelling was shot, the sand and dust falling from the top were blocked by his body; the second and third consecutive shots that had almost never stopped from the machine gun, they left at least more than thirty Japanese in front of the death trench.

On the battlefield where the fire was dried up by the fire of war, there were smoke and dust stirred by bullets everywhere. The Japanese had become very cautious, but the infiltration attacks they launched in three-man combat teams still could not be effective. Many people were suppressed and lying on the ground. Whenever they jumped from the ground to launch a brief charge, the smoke and dust columns stirred by bullets would be dense; the person who was shot was pulled by the bullets and fell down in the air with the opposite impact, and then struggled or died in the wailing sound.

The machine guns behind lost their previous power. Those who often see their machine guns smashed the sandbags on the opposite trench and flew up from time to time. The scene of the Kuomintang military caps or helmets flying from time to time cannot be reproduced. Although the Japanese machine guns have a lot of fire, they are doing useless work. They cannot suppress the Kuomintang troops that always shoot from the side. When those machine gunners pressed forward to support, they were greeted with the same multi-layered attacks on both sides. What's more serious is,

Their machine gunners leaned up and found that under such a situation of uproar attack, the Kuomintang army positions that changed the firing firepower line would disappear on the edge of the mountain. After they came up, they could not even see the target! Turn over and shoot against the enemy at the far end? No, the grenades nearby threw shrapnel and flew across. Even if they didn't die under the grenade, the smoke and dust that exploded was enough to stop working by the crooked handle or Type 92. At this time, they had to face the enemy's machine gun...

"Clam!" The gun crashed in an instant, and a soldier reluctantly took the gun back and handed it to the brother who was waiting by his side - his five bullets were exhausted.

"Damn 'sweet potato', did you go to the battlefield for the first day? You only hit one of five shots, and your bullet will be reduced by two next time..." The veteran soldier behind him was very dissatisfied. The soldier who had just changed into it quickly calmed down and used his sights to cover his moving figures and did not shoot. It was not until a Japanese soldier suddenly stopped and was about to fall down before pulling the trigger! "Bow" the Japanese's shoulders splashed blood and rolled down...

"It's a pity that I didn't hit the vital point..." the soldier shook his head.

"'Garlic' is well shot!" The veteran smiled and said, "When you shoot it from the side, how do you think the bullet flies? This bullet will do this..." The veteran said, while using gestures to make the bullet rolling track, "If the bullet does not come out, it will shatter the bones in his entire shoulder and stir up his muscles... Hehe, you will not die well, you will have to hurt for three or seven days; if you don't die, you will have to lie for at least three months and be disabled for the rest of your life..."

The consequences of being shot that make people feel scared when they hear it, and it feels so happy to say it in the mouth of the veteran! These are two armies that have engraved their hatred for the other party to their core. The more the enemy dies, the happier they feel!

Due to the favorable terrain, the field fortifications of the Chinese Democratic Party army were scientifically repaired. Under the suppression and killing of machine guns, the remaining scattered soldiers who could not become effective attacks became targets for the Kuomintang soldiers to practice guns. Those veterans with good shooting skills all became coaches, correcting the postures of training soldiers and explaining the tricks, and also demonstrating them one or two times from time to time. Only these two to three people had a gun. "Veterans" who had experienced many baptisms of war but lacked skill training grew rapidly in such systematic live ammunition "training"...

"光光光..." The machine gun bullet hit the soil in front of him and disappeared, leaving only a few splashing smoke and dust on the ground. Lieutenant Takagi rolled on the spot to avoid the shooting bullet strip. While he was moving, he could already hear the "puff" sound. The two soldiers around him screamed and rolled down the slope. Without any hesitation, he rolled on the spot and let the center of the earth take him away from the gentle slope.

The Chinese are too cunning - this gentle slope in front of a steep slope is actually a death zone where the machine gun shooting parameters are determined by precise measurements! Countless Japanese soldiers who had just passed the rapid charge and were about to change their breath fell on this slope, and they didn't even have time to determine where the machine gun was to strike them...

The slap of the acting corps captain still had the slap of the face, but the Japanese officer retreated outside the machine gun fire concentration area and sent a signal to his subordinates to retreat - he was a responsible officer, and he could not let his soldiers die in vain.

"No! Corpsman, you can shoot me or order me to seduce my stomach, but I will never let my soldiers rush up again! Unless I give two reinforcements and at least one mortar squadron to cover me, there must be more than six tanks; otherwise we can't capture that position..." Takagi stubbornly rejected the request of the acting Corpsman!

"The commanders of the Chinese army on the mountain are very high, and they can really do it far beyond the ratio of defense that can be defended against attacks by one or seven. They exceed any Chinese army I have encountered..." Takagi continued: "From the analysis of the offensive situation this morning, I can say with certainty that the last time the captain of Kataoka United and they were trapped and fell into the trap of the Chinese people; if the Chinese army had to stick to that frontier trench, it would not be so easy for us to occupy..."

Looking at the squadron leader who had the most experienced squadron leader under his command, who had just led the team to attack in front of the Chinese Democratic Party's military position, the Japanese acting squadron leader did not slap his anger anymore. In the telescope, he saw the attack with his own eyes, a total of four times in a morning; without the support of tanks and artillery groups, his soldiers had already tried their best - although they were stupid Korean baggage soldiers. It was obvious that the Kuomintang army on the opposite position was not something they, the broken gang with only 30% of the remaining personnel, could conquer.

The disappointed acting captain had no choice but to attack again. After all, if he continued to fight, he would have to take a brigade back to the 18th Division.

"Send a report to the 13th Division... The Chinese army's resistance is extremely tenacious, and its living forces have been annihilated by most of our army; but the terrain of Quanjiao is high in the north and low in the south. If the Chinese people continue to resist stubbornly, the losses of our officers and soldiers will be huge. The Chinese army has been greatly damaged, and the main force is sucked to the south. If the 13th Division sends an attack from the north, it can drive straight into..." After reading the telegram, the highest commander of the Japanese sat down on the canvas chair and remained silent.

The 18th Division suffered heavy losses, and a corps leader was killed in battle. If he led the team back to report, his agent would have to bear huge responsibility and become the target of the commanders' anger. Unless they took Quanjiao... or even caused huge losses to the friendly 11th Division! Now his hope is actually placed on the latter...

The infighting of the Japanese was actually not small. Not only was the navy and army camp strongly opposed, but there were also many conflicts within the army. When everyone was fighting for the victory, it seemed nothing, but when facing the Quanjiao defender who was as stubborn as nails, the contradiction was exposed: the telegram from the 18th Division to the 13th Division was a misleading message, and it did not inform the defender of the tenacity and good combat!

The Japanese retreated. Everyone didn't know what to launch the next attack. Everyone began to work hard to repair the fortifications that were damaged by the Japanese artillery fire. They were sweating, and their injuries and frostbite were biting people. When repairing fortifications, everyone unconsciously twisted their bodies to endure the pain and itch.

Some soldiers who were in poor health sat down and leaned on the wall of the trench to rest. No one said they were lazy, everyone understood; some soldiers who could not bear it would die in such a rest, and they did not realize it until the next battle began when the brothers woke him up.

Because the Japanese in the 18th Division were also exhausted by a month of fierce battle, and the fortifications of the Kuomintang military positions were well built and the design was very targeted, and the brothers suffered very little losses. Everyone was more aware of the importance of strengthening the fortifications.

"Pick a brother in good health to go and rest first... You guys go and sort out the long ropes behind you, and touch them tonight and put them back all the Japanese cotton coats, shoes, weapons and ammunition..." The company commanders on the front line were all giving similar orders. The Japanese who died in front of the trenches were really tempting. Hundreds of people, such thick cotton coats, cold-resistant rabbit fur shoes, and so many ammunition... Because more than a thousand Japanese cotton coats and leather shoes were seized last time, the brothers could now squeeze together to warm up with a thick cotton coat to sleep in the cold night, so that some combat soldiers in the trenches could wear leather boots that were running without pain; now the officers and soldiers of the company who were targeting the dead were already planning to take action first. - With military orders, the spoils they received were handled by the regiment headquarters; however, the company that started can get 10% of the supplies.

Just for the possible extra cotton coats, all the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers on the front line did not hesitate to take their lives! The torture of the stalemate in the war was not less than that in fierce wars, and it was particularly obvious when there was a serious shortage of supplies.
Chapter completed!