In the early morning of the next day, a platoon of officers and soldiers lurked in trenches and foxholes.
They had no choice but to think about it.
The Japanese mountain artillery had already begun interfering fire, but the damage to the officers and soldiers was not great.
Unless they were particularly unlucky, they would not be killed.
This disruptive fire killed.
Zhang Wei held the Zeiss telescope and looked at the messy obstacles and stinking rotting corpses in front of the position.
Looking further away, the Japanese troops had not yet begun to attack.
Zhang Wei thought about the "meat and egg booby traps" left behind by last night's night attack.
He wondered how the other party enjoyed last night.
When Zhang Wei thought about the explosion of those corpses, he couldn't help but laugh.
The early morning fog has dispersed, and the horizon suddenly comes into view.
What follows is an increase in the intensity of the artillery fire.
It is still a 75mm mountain gun.
Fortunately, after yesterday's bloody battle, most people have adapted.
Someone else jokingly said: "This is nothing more than this stupid cannon."
The covering artillery fire of the Japanese division can now be said to be fully deployed.
The infantry charge should be next.
But so far, there is no sign of attack on the opposite side.
Zhang Wei is very confused.
What are the Japanese waiting for?
Is it yesterday?
The meat and eggs left late at night caused a lot of noise Before Zhang Wei could escape from his unpleasant thoughts, the shaking ground and suffocating air waves broke his illusions.
A large-caliber artillery shell hit the position of Qiu Wei's second platoon, kicking up a lot of mud.
The air wave was nearly ten meters high.
Those who were carried up to the sky, as well as half a squad of soldiers in the second platoon, were all turned into minced meat.
At this moment, Zhang Wei almost lost his ability to think.
He held earth and rocks in his mouth with his mouth wide open and looked at Qiu Wei's second row blankly in the position.
Screams, cries for help, and yells made the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum Highlands become a Shura field.
Don't panic, Zhang Wei told himself.
After adjusting his mentality, Zhang Wei issued the first order to deal with heavy artillery: Get down low, don't move.
This is a cannon.
Cannon In the sky opposite the cannon, a huge manned balloon has slowly risen into the sky.
The soldiers looked at this behemoth at a loss.
Some people's hands holding the guns have begun to tremble.
These farmers' children have never seen such a giant balloon.
This is a strange aircraft.
For many of them, the weapons in their hands are the most advanced industrial products they have ever seen in their lives.
Human beings are always full of fear of unknown things, and some soldiers on the battlefield have begun to panic.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Wei immediately fired a shot into the sky, "Don't be messy, this is not a plane, the Japanese plane hasn't arrived yet, this crappy thing is a school launch balloon, it's not a plane that lays eggs, it's helping the Japanese."
"The heavy artillery is aimed at it."
It seems that the Japanese are increasing.
The Type 89 cannon arrived.
This type of cannon is equipped with the Japanese Field Heavy Artillery Regiment.
Historically, Lieutenant General Banak of the US Army was killed by this cannon.
The city wall of Nanjing was also blown open by this cannon.
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It seems that This devil really values the teaching team.
Four or five cannon rounds hit the position, and the third squadron's position was suddenly covered in thick smoke and flying rocks.
"How to improve one's skills" and "Third squad leader" Gao Yigong ran over and reported: "Platoon leader, I'm fine.
The deputy shooter of the light machine gun was killed, and the rest are all minor injuries."
That's good.
Zhang Wei endured the dizziness and raised his telescope to the opposite side.
Looking out, Japanese infantry has appeared in the distance.
Japanese infantry prepares for battle Cannon shells hit the Zhongshanling Highlands again.
Zhang Wei now has neither the thought nor the ability to count the casualties.
All he can do is pray, hoping that a few more people will survive.
If he dies, he will die in a battle with the Japanese army. middle As the distance got closer, the Japanese covering artillery fire gradually stopped, and the infantryman came on stage.
Compared with yesterday, the Japanese attack could only be more violent.
It can be seen from the charge of the infantry that in just five minutes, when Zhang Wei and the others were just ready, they had already rushed to a distance of almost 400 meters.
The troops were lined up more densely than yesterday, and the charge was faster.
Zhang Wei even found through his telescope that the 75 Mountain Cannon and the Type 94 Type 37 Rapid-Fire Cannon of the Wing Artillery Squadron had advanced within the distance of his telescope.
The Japs are crazy.
Zhang Wei glanced at the row of soldiers and said to these simple soldiers: "Brothers, you can see that the Japs are crazy today.
Today, you and I will probably die.
But everyone, remember, when we die, we must leave a few Japanese soldiers behind us.
We should all be prepared to fight and be prepared for hand-to-hand combat.
Let the Japanese soldiers know that our teaching corps is not easy to bully."
The soldiers saw that their commanders were willing to risk their lives.
What the hell are you scared of?
After saying that, Zhang Wei walked to the position of the heavy machine gun squad with his rifle.
The old squad leader nodded to Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei also lay down on the position nearby and raised his 79 rifle.
The sound of his own gunshot was that the whole platoon opened fire. signal Zhang Wei pulled the trigger at 200 meters, and a Japanese soldier in front fell to the ground on the spot.
The firearms of the entire platoon were boiling.
The Japanese army's formation today was too dense, which would undoubtedly increase casualties.
The soldiers in the platoon had been tempered by several days of fierce fighting.
We have also gained considerable experience in dealing with the Japanese army, using hand grenades, machine gun bursts, and various firearms to pour on the Japanese army.
The old squad leader regularly pulled the trigger of the Type 24 heavy machine gun, and the 250-round canvas belt was continuously fed into the bullet inlet.
The British gasoline barrel filled with cooling water regularly vibrated with the machine gun, and Japanese troops were constantly being fired.
Knocked down.
On the position of the third squad, squad leader Gao Yigong, holding a rifle, killed a Japanese soldier who tried to throw a grenade, but more Japanese troops rushed in.
The position of the third squad had just suffered a lot of artillery fire and bullets, and the light machine gun deputy The shooter was killed and several others were wounded.
The Japanese army also saw that this was a weak point and immediately stepped up the attack.
Covering fire from grenades and light machine guns took away the lives of two more soldiers from the third squad.
The machine gunners of the third squad had just killed five Japanese soldiers with several rounds of burst fire, changed the light machine gun position once, and the 20 Czech bullets were exhausted.
"Shuanzi, Shuanzi, the magazine is out of bullets.
Shuanzi, what the hell are you doing so slowly?"
"Here, a strange voice sounded next to him, and coupled with the unskilled reloading action, the machine gunner of the third squad remembered that the deputy shooter Shuan Zi had just been blown into the sky."
Taking the magazine, Turning around, he loaded the magazine into the gun and pointed it at the Japanese army.
The machine gunner resisted the pain in his nose and shouted: "You are a boy who was transferred from the rifle team.
He is far worse than Shuanzi.
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Remember."
Hold on, reload faster, do you hear me?"
The machine gunner fired a round, and the Japanese light machine guns also began to suppress fire here, but the soldiers behind him did not respond.
The machine gunner looked back and saw that the recruit who had been recruited in Nanjing had fallen into a pool of blood, holding two bloody magazines in his hand.
The machine gunner thought of the bolt again, grabbed the bloody magazine, loaded it into the gun, and pulled the trigger tightly.
He cried.
The roars and gunshots intertwined: "You little devil, go to hell, bury with Shuanzi, bury with your dead brothers
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