GBP Chapter 438 Desperate Charge
Chapter 438 Desperate Charge
The Japanese army was huddled up in an unknown hill, making it difficult to attack. Ningbo and Linchuan, together with Wang Hanqiang of the Third Regiment, formulated an attack tactic. There was no need for any special operations or plans. With more than 7,000 troops, they could just rely on heavy firepower for a collective siege. The Japanese army only had five mountain cannons and could not take care of everyone, so the more dispersed the team was, the better.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the attack began. The attacking forces, in company units, launched a siege from all directions. Mortars opened the way, and anti-aircraft machine guns rushed forward to build positions to cover the rocket soldiers' attacks on the Japanese machine guns.
All, all, all, all!
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
The nameless hill was surrounded by flames of explosions, and Keiichi Kumagai became anxious.
"Order the artillery to fire and make sure to withstand their charge."
"General, the artillery is running out of shells. The remaining shells can only fire four salvos."
"What? Why didn't you report it earlier?"
"Report to the general, the shells are all at the quartermaster corps. When we went up the mountain to clean up, we found that there were more than 2,000 mortar shells, but only 20 mountain artillery shells."
"Machine guns, all the machine guns go down the mountain, organize a suicide squad, and counterattack immediately if the enemy rushes up. We must hold out until dawn."
"Hi"!
Keiichi Kumagai thought too much. The 1st Regiment, the Guards Regiment and the 3rd Regiment had no intention of charging at all. They could have used firepower to suppress the charge. Such a commander would be beaten to death by the captain.
The mortar fire was too intensive. The Japanese army's simple machine gun positions and half-finished trenches could not withstand the fierce artillery fire. The Wumenshan artillery fired sparse shells, and the explosions would cause casualties, but the soldiers of the two regiments completely ignored it.
With the cover of artillery, anti-aircraft machine guns were set up, only 300 meters away from the Japanese defense line.
Da da da da da da!
Once the anti-aircraft machine gun was fired, the machine guns on the opposite side could no longer be fired.
Special forces or commandos covered the rocket soldiers and auxiliary soldiers as they crawled forward, reaching a position of 200 meters under the sparse bullets.
Tsk~! Tsk, tsk, tsk~!
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
There were continuous explosions on the Japanese defense lines, and the Japanese army could not withstand the three-dimensional attack from upper, middle and lower levels.
"Artillery move forward 500 meters, quickly!"
The Type 60 mortar did not need to be disassembled. It weighed less than 20 kilograms, and a soldier could carry it together with the gun carriage and run. It took only three minutes to move the position forward a distance of 500 meters. The rockets had not yet exploded, and the mortar fired again after the test firing, extending from the trench to the back, regardless of whether there were Japanese hiding there or not.
As the mortar fire extended, the rocket team moved. The special forces members approached the trench and first threw out a grenade. After a round of explosions, they bent over and started firing with their submachine guns. After sweeping the unfinished trench, they changed the magazines and fired again. The rocket team came up and continued to fire while lying in the trench.
The anti-aircraft machine gun followed suit and moved forward to the position of the semi-finished trench.
In just half an hour, all the front trenches were taken and flares were fired from all directions. This was not to observe the Japanese in front, but to prevent the Japanese from gathering to attack the positions. Once more than 20,000 Japanese started fighting, they would fall into endless chaos.
Keiichi Kumagai was sweating on the top of the mountain. He was going to crush them with firepower! That's right. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks would lose their meaning.
No, we must break their rhythm. Otherwise, the smaller the space is compressed, the more concentrated their firepower will be. By then, even tens of thousands of people will not be able to change the fate of annihilation.
"Send a message to Colonel Shohei, order him to take two infantry battalions and launch a desperate charge to the west. Be sure to open the gap and hold it firmly."
The Japanese on the hillside gathered to the west. Lin Chuan, who was in charge of the western command, used a telescope to discover the situation with the light of the flares:
"Notify the reserve troops to go to the seven o'clock direction for support, quickly."
Fearing that the Japanese might break out, a reserve force of 300 men was left in each direction, all equipped with submachine guns.
Before the reserve troops reached their position, the Japanese began to attack. More than 2,000 Japanese soldiers shouted heart-wrenchingly and rushed towards the positions in charge of the two companies with ferocious faces.
A signal flare was launched into the air, followed by more than a dozen flares launched into the air at the seven o'clock position, illuminating the entire mountain. The mortars and anti-aircraft machine guns on a section of the defense line all opened fire. As long as they were within the range, they gave up advancing and focused their efforts on attacking the charging Japanese.
All, all, all, all!
Da da da da da da!
Tsk! Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
Artillery shells and rockets exploded among the Japanese cluster, clearing out piece after piece of open space. The Japanese went completely crazy, knowing that this was their only chance of survival, and continued to charge under the dense artillery fire.
When they were one hundred meters away, the reserve troops arrived. Three hundred submachine guns and more than one hundred submachine guns from two companies on the position opened fire together, forming an impenetrable barrage of bullets. In twenty seconds, a magazine was emptied, and the Japanese stormtroopers were driven out of an area of fifty or sixty meters.
"Sudden death, give it to me!"
"Wuliwala"!
"Baga!"
"Board cutting"!
The Japanese didn't treat themselves as human beings at all. Those with broken arms charged with a gun in one hand, those with broken legs crawled forward with all their might. Their faces were covered in blood and their stomachs were spewing out intestines, but as long as they had a breath left, they would desperately move forward.
call out! Phew!
Another round of flares was launched into the sky, illuminating the devil-like Japanese stormtroopers.
The soldiers of the two companies plus three hundred reserve troops had expressionless faces, as if the people in front of them were not the cruel Japs, but a group of fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
All, all, all, all!
Da da da da da da!
Tsk! Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Tart tart tart tart tart tart!
There was no chance. At most, they could rush to a distance of 70 to 80 meters. They couldn't even rush to the position where they threw grenades. The point was that every time they saw hope, they would be greeted by a terrifying barrage of bullets. There were more than 400 submachine guns, and the magazines were emptied in 20 seconds. One round was 12,000 bullets. Not to mention two battalions, it was difficult for two regiments to rush up. There were also machine guns on the opposite side, which were the anti-aircraft machine guns they were proud of! The caliber of the bullets was small, but the penetration was too strong. The bullets that could hit tanks hit people, and each bullet could penetrate two or three candied haws. The most desperate thing was the rocket launcher, which hit the soldiers in the front, and one round of volleys cleared an area. Another round of volleys cleared another area. The two battalions were densely packed, but they couldn't stand them clearing the whole map!
After the submachine gun used up two magazines, there were not many Japanese soldiers standing on the opposite side.
"Return to the original position and wait for the commander's order."
The three hundred reserve troops turned around collectively and quickly returned to their original positions, waiting for the next Japanese mass charge.
On the top of the mountain, Kumagai Keiichi looked desperate. Two battalions, a few minutes? What kind of firepower is this Yimeng guerrilla! It's terrible. The group charge and the pig charge are just a joke in front of them. No wonder they consumed their artillery recklessly during the day. Without artillery support, their warriors are really like fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered!