At this moment, Zhang Dabiao, who was leading the assault team, also realized that they were surrounded by the enemy.
This was extremely disadvantageous.
However, Zhang Dabiao had no choice. The assault team seized the 500-meter position to pave the way for the artillery attack.
It was the key to this battle.
The distance of 500 meters was related to whether they could successfully break through from the front.
At this moment, even if the assault team charged forward, they would die immediately. They had to brace themselves.
He peeked out and saw that the bullets from the heavy machine gun had pierced the dirt above his head, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
The grenade launcher was out of ammunition. In order to ensure the surprise attack on the Japanese command center, the mortars could not be used.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun in front of them became the biggest obstacle.
Damn it, there weren't enough shells.
Zhang Dabiao leaned against the bunker." Bombardier, listen to my command!”
The newly obtained German grenades were heavier. Only warriors with strong arms could throw it at a suitable distance.
When the assault team was formed, Zhang Dabiao specially selected some strong soldiers from the 1st Battalion to form a temporary bomb group.
At this moment, upon hearing his order, the soldiers of the bomb squad picked up their grenades and were ready to drop them at any time.
"Pull the bowstring and count to two before throwing it out.”
Zhang Dabiao still remembered the data provided by Wan Zhenhua. After pulling the pin, the grenade would explode in four to five seconds, reducing the possibility of being thrown back by enemy soldiers.
He counted to two and threw the grenade, which exploded in midair.
In fact, it was just as he thought.
Grenades flew into the sky like ominous crows.
Seeing this scene, the Japanese did not hesitate to lie down and hide.
All of them had fought on the battlefield and crawled out of piles of dead bodies. Those with poor reflexes would have died long ago.
However, the grenade that was thrown two seconds later did not fall to the ground like before. Instead, it exploded and disintegrated in midair.
Rumble…
The debris produced by the explosion was like a rain of knives, falling densely on the Japanese army's position, causing screams.
On the heavy machine gun position, pieces of debris fell from the explosion. The entire machine gun team suffered varying degrees of damage.
The machine gun went off.
"Continue, throw!"
Zhang Dabiao was not in a hurry at all. He continued to command the assault team to attack with grenades.
More than forty tumors flew out, followed by a dense explosion.
"Baka, what kind of grenade is this? It's so powerful!"
Looking at his subordinates who were blown away and the troops that were pushed down by the shock wave, a squadron leader who was busy commanding the troops to gather suddenly widened his eyes.
The assault team was blocked by two squads of Japanese. The Japanese squadron leader had just gathered these Japanese. More than a hundred Japanese did not panic when they saw the grenade. According to their previous experience, they rolled behind the ditch and behind the rocks and curled up. Some even hid behind the tree stump.
The enemy's grenades were not powerful enough to be a concern. They just had to hide…This was the general idea of the Japanese.
However, the grenades that appeared this time were far from the 40 grams of explosives that the Gong Grenade had, nor were they the weak black gunpowder charges. Instead, they were 100 grams of explosives each.
What was even more terrifying was that the weapons produced by the system were of the highest quality. Therefore, in reality, the grenades were filled with high-purity RCD, which was 1.5 times more explosive than TNT.
For a moment, the Japanese soldiers in front of the assault team were dizzy from the intense explosion. Dozens of Japanese soldiers were killed or injured. The group that had been organized with great difficulty was instantly scattered again.
"Continue to attack!"
Seeing that the Japanese were stunned, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand and led the charge.
The assault team advanced like a hot knife through butter, and the artillery company led by Regiment Commander Li also progressed smoothly.
"Right here."
On an empty platform 500 meters away from the front line of the new regiment, Li Yunlong killed a Japanese soldier with one slash. Seeing that the Japanese soldier was still struggling and not dead, he shot him again and pointed at the empty space on the ground.
" Zhu Zi, prepare to fire. Move quickly. The rest of you, set up a defensive position. Light Machine Gunners, pay attention to suppressing the Japanese around you. Don't save your bullets. Open fire!"
After he finished speaking, he took a Neocek from a machine gun beside him, inserted a new magazine, and started firing at the Japanese in the distance.
"Yes, sir."
Wang Chengzhu, who was following behind the team, moved quickly. He put down the base, inserted the barrel, set up the support, and adjusted the height of the machine. The whole set of actions was done in one go. In less than 30 seconds, a 60-caliber mortar was set up.
Squatting behind the emplacement, Wang Chengzhu gave a thumbs up and narrowed his eyes. He quietly observed and measured the distance, ignoring the swearing and urging tone of the regiment commander. A few seconds later, he took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his excitement.
"Cannonball!"
The spitfire, who was already prepared, immediately handed over a cone-shaped mortar shell.
" Not this kind, I want new shells." Looking at the mortar made by the Eighth Route Army Munitions Factory in his hand, Wang Chengzhu frowned and threw the shell to the spitfire, asking for a new shell.
Because they had 50-caliber grenade launchers, the Japanese did not have 60-caliber mortars. Therefore, the new group of 60-caliber mortar shells could only be obtained from the 8th Route Army arsenal. Of course, they could occasionally seize some from the former allies of the puppet army, namely the Central Army and the Jinsui Army, or from other so-called allies, but the amount was extremely limited.
Due to the limitations of materials and machinery, the power and accuracy of the mortar shells made by the Eighth Route Army's arsenal had been reduced.
To be safe, Wang Chengzhu chose the shells provided by Wan Zhenhua.
Wang Chengzhu held the new cannonball in his hand and looked at it. The tension in his heart suddenly decreased a lot.
The cylindrical, cone-shaped projectile was brand new and clean. There were six fins at the tail, and six pure white horseshoe-shaped ammunition packages hung on the thin neck between the projectile and the fins. There were also rings of thread on the surface of the thickest part of the projectile to prevent slipping. This was something that their own arsenal would never make. Cutting the thread was too costly.
Even though they were similar in appearance, the two types of cannonballs looked completely different. One looked like a lump of dirt, while the other looked like a piece of art used by a high-ranking official.
Tada…
Li Yunlong raised his hand and shot at the Japanese who were about to shoot. Li Yunlong urged anxiously,"Zhu Zi, hurry up!"
The muzzle of the cannon was aimed at the muzzle. Wang Chengzhu let go and the shell fell into the chamber. He lowered his head and hugged his ears. With a bang, a burst of flames rose from the muzzle. A shell flew in an arc towards the Sakata command post in the distance.
"Zhu Zi, you're f * cking leading the wrong way, we've already flown to the next mountain peak!"
Seeing the mortar shell land at least a few hundred meters away from Sakata's command center, Li Yunlong was so angry that he almost beat someone up.
"This cannonball is really strange…"
Looking at the cannonball that was at least 200 meters away from the target point, Wang Chengzhu was stunned for a moment and quickly understood the reason.
The ammunition of this cannonball was much better than the ones he produced, so the cannonball was more powerful and could fly further. Moreover, when he took a final glance at the rising smoke, the power was twice as strong as his own.
Holding the steering wheel, Wang Chengzhu adjusted the position of the cannon according to the landing point of the first shell.
Two seconds later, the adjustment was completed. Wang Chengzhu extended his right hand."Cannonball
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