Chapter 13
What was war?
War was a process!
A process of achieving victory!
Zhang Wenbin did not feel any anger or anger at the Japanese using poison gas bombs. He only sighed at the weakness of the country.
In war, one would resort to all means to win. As long as they could win, so what if they used poisonous gas bombs?
The so-called righteous path, so-called benevolence and righteousness, these did not exist in war. In terms of viciousness, what weapon was more vicious than nuclear weapons?
The poison gas bombs only affected the soldiers in this area. At most, it would affect the surrounding civilians, but the number was not much. If nuclear weapons were used, hundreds of thousands of civilians would die. Could poison gas bombs be compared to nuclear weapons?
However, no one talked about nuclear weapons because the people who used them in history were too powerful.
The earthen yellow fog shrouded the position. Zhang Wenbin saw that his vision was gradually blurring. He knew that the poison gas outside was now strong.
He lay motionless in the trench, quietly waiting for the Japanese to arrive. The Japanese probably thought that they were all going to die.
Previously, the 87th Division had also been attacked by the Japanese's gas bombs, but they could not withstand them. The reason was that their gas masks were incomplete!
After retreating from the Battle of Songhu, they had not rested much and had not replenished their supplies completely. In the end, they were thrown into a new battle.
Their weapons and ammunition had been replenished, but the inconspicuous gas masks were not fully replenished, so they were attacked by the gas.
The Japanese probably still thought that their army was an incomplete one!
Time slowly passed, and the temperature became colder and colder. Unknowingly, the earthen yellow fog began to slowly dissipate. In the darkness, a faint figure appeared in Zhang Wenbin's field of vision.
Picking up a Zhongzheng rifle, Zhang Wenbin aimed at a Japanese soldier, but he did not shoot. He was waiting for the Japanese to approach.
He knew his own spear technique very well. In his later life, he was just a doctor in a private hospital. In this life, he was a rich playboy. He did not have perfect marksmanship. His marksmanship was terrible.
He might not even be able to kill someone with one shot from a distance of 100 meters. He might even have to shoot twice.
If one had to talk about his advantage, it was probably the system, his knowledge of the future, and his knowledge of the direction of history.
The Japanese were getting closer and closer. The fire that was still burning in front of the camp exposed the Japanese to the eyes of all the soldiers in the First Battalion. They were all waiting for Zhang Wenbin's signal.
When the Japanese were within a hundred meters of him, Zhang Wenbin could even see the ferocious and tired expression on the Japanese's face under the light of the plowing fire.
However, he still did not shoot. He did not even give the order to detonate the minefield.
When the Japanese were about 50 meters away, Zhang Wenbin knew that this was the last distance.
At this distance, even with his terrible marksmanship, he could shoot the Japanese in the head.
The muzzle of the gun shifted to the head of one of the Japanese. He moved his finger slightly and pulled the trigger. A clear gunshot rang out and the Japanese fell to the ground. A bloody hole appeared on the helmet on his head, and hot blood kept flowing out.
Gunshots rang out, and the soldiers of the First Regiment also opened up the minefield in front of the camp.
"Boom ~"
"Boom ~"
"Boom ~"
"Boom ~"
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Bombs exploded one after another, creating a series of explosions in front of the camp. Countless Japanese soldiers were thrown into the air by the power of the bombs and fell heavily to the ground.
At the same time, gunshots rang out from the ground. The sounds of the light machine guns and the Maxim heavy machine guns rang out.
The Japanese, who had thought that they had been killed by the poisonous gas bombs, were stunned by the sudden gunshots. However, the Japanese, who had a regular division, had very high combat standards. They were not the weaklings in future dramas.
They were stunned for a second before they immediately lay down and fired back. Behind them, the Japanese artillery also fired flares into the air, exposing the position of the First Battalion in front of them again.
Yu Yi did not want to be outdone either. The flare was launched into the air, and the Japanese's figure was exposed at the same time.
"Pass down my order, the artillery will immediately fire on the Japanese attacking troops. Don't conserve your ammo, shoot to the death!”
Zhang Wenbin's roar spread across the battlefield, and the artillery of the First Regiment immediately opened fire.
They were moving quickly and lightly, so they did not carry too many artillery shells. If they brought too many things, they would not be able to move fast. If their position was lost, the entire line of defense at Qixia Mountain would be torn open.
All the mortars in the First Battalion fired their shells at this moment.
Explosions erupted in front of the camp, and countless fresh soil was overturned, emitting smoke.
The Japanese did not want to be outdone. Their mortars, Type 92 infantry cannons, and 75mm field cannons were also continuously firing at the camp.
Neither side tried to locate the position of the enemy's artillery because the artillery reconnaissance balloons could not be lifted in the dark. It was too difficult to locate the enemy's artillery.
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"Boom ~"
A cannonball landed not far from Zhang Wenbin. The soil that was blown up landed on Zhang Wenbin's body. He shook his military uniform and continued shooting.
He didn't act like in the dramas, where the officers held a heavy machine gun or a light machine gun and fired, because that was an act of courting death.
The Japanese were very good at shooting, and the regular division's Japanese were even better. They could shoot wherever they were pointed at within 200 meters.
Their favorite targets were the enemy's light and heavy machine gunners. Their grenade launchers were also aimed at the light and heavy machine gunners. If you were to hold a machine gun and fire at them, you would probably be targeted by several grenade launchers and countless Japanese soldiers in less than two minutes.
"Ah pui! The Japanese's artillery is stronger than ours. We can't continue fighting like this!"
After Zhang Wenbin finished firing the bullets in his gun, he turned around and squatted in the trench, thinking of a countermeasure in his mind. If he didn't feel it, he really didn't know how much stronger the Japanese's firepower was compared to the Chinese army.
Now, he could feel that the Japanese's firepower was really stronger than the national army, and their combat skills were really high.
Even though he had tricked them just now, they were still very tired after fighting for a day, but they had still organized a counterattack in such a short time. He had just seen a few of his Light Machine Gunners being killed by the Japanese.
As for artillery fire, it couldn't compare.
Later generations compared the Japanese to the American army and felt that the Japanese's combat strength was only so-so, and their weapons and equipment were not good either. However, compared to the Chinese army of this era, it felt like they couldn't fight.
"Looks like I have to think of a way to upgrade the system and obtain more weapon authority. I'll equip the troops with more powerful weapons!”
Zhang Wenbin slowly thought of a phobia of insufficient firepower. He had unknowingly suffered from a phobia of insufficient firepower!
"Go and get the 5th Battalion Commander Sun Mingli and the 6th Battalion Commander Wu Deshui!”
After reloading the bullets, Zhang Wenbin pulled a soldier over and shouted.
After a while, Sun Mingli and Wu Deshui bent over and jogged to Zhang Wenbin.
"Guild Leader, what orders do you have?"
At this moment, Wu Deshui no longer had the cheeky smile from before. He was a veteran.
On the battlefield, they were all smiles, as if they didn't care about anything. However, on the battlefield, they were the absolute pillars, the core of an army's combat strength.
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