"To be able to take out so many heavy artillery and field artillery, it seems that they are indeed the elites of the 6th division!”
"Brother Yang, are you afraid?"
If they could cripple or even wipe out the 6th division, Wang Qiangguo would be more than happy to do so. The sixth division, he had a more familiar name: The Kumamoto Regiment, one of the participants of the Nanjing Massacre!
"What a joke! I'm not afraid of anything. If it's not an elite, I won't fight!”
"You're bold! Alas, the losses of the artillery were too great.”
Out of the 50 150mm howitzers, 21 were left. Out of the 100 75mm field artillery, 47 were left. More than half of them had been destroyed. In fact, the loss of equipment was secondary. Anyway, Wang Qiangguo could replenish it at any time. In the future, when he really had his own troops, he could replenish them with better ones.
However, the casualties of the artillery were too great. It was really unacceptable to have more than a thousand artillery casualties. Fortunately, their battle results were brilliant. The 6th division's artillery was destroyed, greatly reducing the pressure on the frontline troops.
"How can there be no deaths in war!"
Yang Hanzhong patted Wang Qiangguo's shoulder, using his identity as an elder to comfort this sad junior. After all, Wang Qiangguo was not a soldier who had experienced the battlefield. He did not have a heart of iron and blood, so he was more or less sad about the sacrifice of soldiers.
However, he had transmigrated to this man-eating era. If he did not lead a group of the cutest soldiers to protect the country, the Japanese pirates would slaughter ten times, a hundred times more Chinese people. When there was pressure to change, people would adapt very quickly.
A blockade…
"The Japanese are back!"
"Motherf * cker, the Japanese are bullying us for having too few people!”
The khaki-colored military uniform came crashing down from all over the mountains and plains. The huge wave of human flesh seemed to be about to break through this fragile position.
"Order, artillery position, do not be stingy with ammunition, do not worry about the cannon barrel, fire at full speed!”
"Understood!"
"Brother He, the Japanese are coming up again.”
He Jiawang, who was sitting on the battlefield and smoking a cigarette, quickly got up and extinguished the fireworks. He carefully hid the remaining half of the cigarette in his pocket. This was a good thing given by the artillery yesterday.
"Brother He, we used to have more people. This time, the Japanese have more people..."
"What? Scared? Look at our machine guns, look at our rifles, and then think about the heavy artillery at the rear. I'm not afraid even if there are twice as many!”
"Bang!"
Things were different now. With the Kar98K, even a sharpshooter like He Jiawang had a scope and was allowed to snipe without having to listen to a unified command.
"F * ck! This little Japanese is lucky!"
The 7.92mm bullet flew 800 meters, and there was an inevitable deviation. He Jiawang tried his best to correct it, but it was still not as he wished.
"Baka! Why is the range of the Chinese rifle so far?”
The captain of the Seto regiment was like a frightened turtle, and he quickly retracted his neck. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be at the front line, but the Regiment Commander had given a death order, so he had no choice but to go to the front line to supervise the battle.
The officer's madness drove the soldiers crazy. If they advanced, they could enter the Yasukuni Shrine, but if they retreated, they could only die at the commander's muzzle. The heavily brainwashed Japanese soldiers would never choose the latter.
"Kill the son, give it!"
"Da da! Da da!"
The merciless rain of bullets quickly drowned out the screams of the pirates. Not to mention their bodies of flesh and blood, even the protruding stones on the road were smashed into pieces.
"Boom! Boom!"
The 75mm field artillery and the 150mm howitzer were not to be outdone. The flowers of death that bloomed scorched the ground and dyed the military uniform red.
"Kill the son, give it!"
The determination of the pirates was terrifying. When the wave in front fell, the wave behind quickly covered them. Even if they only took one step closer, they still had more than 20,000 people, enough to squander.
"Your Excellency Seto, this is too much of a loss.”
"Baka! Without the cannons and the planes, are you all cowards? Have you forgotten how we defeated the hairy bear?”
"Hey!"
Even though he was equally anxious, the commander knew that he could not panic. The commander had lost confidence, so how could his soldiers muster the courage to charge?
" As long as we advance to 200 meters, our grenade launchers will be able to achieve more precise strikes and balance the enemy's machine guns. When the war of attrition begins, the enemy in front of us won't be able to hold on for long. Tell the soldiers to be patient for a while.”
The commander of the Seto regiment had no choice but to use a war of attrition to defeat the 10th Artillery Regiment and the 135th Division. This was a tactic that he had never thought of before, because he had naively thought that no army could stop the charge of the Japanese locust army. Unfortunately, reality was cruel. The bloody lesson forced him to face the enemy in front of him.
"Hey!"
Since the start of the war, excluding the artillery troops, Wang Qiangguo's troops had only lost about 100 people in the front line, but the Japanese had lost nearly 1,000 people. They had almost lost a brigade, and they had only advanced to 300 meters.
This was due to the combined efforts of artillery suppression, MG-34, Kar98K, and the advantage of the battlefield, especially the dozens of 150mm howitzers and 1500 MG-34 light machine guns that were still operational. Against the human wave tactic, these two weapons had a great advantage.
Tanaka Masaichi was a native of Kumamoto Prefecture, but he did not inherit the local fierce folk customs. Instead, he inherited his mother's gentleness. If his father had not forced him to join the army, he would never have carried these murderous things.
"Da da!"
Just as the bullet chain on the left front passed, Tanaka Masayoshi gritted his teeth and prepared to continue charging, but he was pressed to the ground by the veteran beside him.
" Da da da da!!"
The ammo chain on his right front was flying towards him. It was exactly the route he had predicted.
"Thank you, Little Boss, for saving my life again.”
"Tanaka Kun, you have to be smart on the battlefield. Staying alive is more important than anything else.”
Hideo Oban had been a soldier before the Lugouqiao Incident of 1977. There were times when he was hot-blooded. However, when he saw his close friends shouting long live and dying in battle one by one, and the relatives of his close friends could only receive meager compensation, his hot-blooded heart completely cooled down.
The cowardly Tanaka Masaichi and the self-proclaimed clever Hideo Oban hid behind a protruding rock and pretended to be dead, luckily dodging wave after wave of bullets.
The fearful and cowardly eyes reflected the waves of people who rushed forward and fell down one after another, the muddy path of the charge that was stained with blood, and the tragic bloody feast!
Tanaka Masaichi gradually understood the cruelty of the battlefield, and gradually understood the humbleness and weakness of life. This was definitely not a good place to easily make contributions and make a fortune as the squad leader had publicized. This was just a shortcut to hell.
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