The Japanese army's zigzag-shaped bunker was hit by the huge chrysalis of the two-section weighted blasting cylinder, and after the bottom turned upside down, there were several explosions in a row, and the mortar shells that were detonated flew wantonly.
Only then did the attacking Chinese soldiers know that the three Japanese mortars that had been pouring shells at them were actually hidden very close, and the frenzied Japanese troops were almost firing shells at a vertical angle, and it is unknown how the Japanese army hid the unique firing sound of the mortars.
The Chinese soldiers who rushed up like a tide did not advance far and were ambushed by the Japanese army's hidden firepower point, and immediately fell in large pieces, but this low-level Japanese firepower point was quickly cleared by the bazooka, and the four Japanese soldiers inside were blown into pieces.
The major prostrate in the place where Wang Jinhai stayed before carefully took out the military badge and family letter from the steel helmet, put it in his arms with tears in his eyes, and suddenly yelled: "Little Japan."
Your ancestors for eight lifetimes have returned my brother's life," and then picked up a general-purpose machine gun and rushed towards the Folding Bowl Mountain.
As dawn approached, the assault force of the Chinese Expeditionary Force finally carved out a 200-meter-wide gap on the west side of the bottom of the heavily defended Oribo Mountain, and all the Japanese fortifications within 300 meters around the gap were cleared, except for the Japanese mortar shells that fell from time to time.
It's arguably the safest place in the whole of Iwo Jima.
After a fierce battle all night, the Chinese soldiers who landed and took on the assault mission looked very tired.
They were ready to respond to a possible Japanese counterattack, and they were ordered to hold out at all costs until the engineering units had completed the reinforcement of the volcanic gravel beach, that is, before tanks and heavy equipment arrived.
This was embedded in the Japanese army's defense system of Oribayama.
The salient that the Japanese saw as a thorn in their side had to be held on.
Unlike the Army, the officers and men of the two-pound battalion of the landed Chinese Marines had a regiment of specially made shields on their left arms, and inside the shields were two rifles with bayonets and crossed into each other.
In the middle is the Great Wall and Cobalt, the background is the blue sky and the white sun is full of red, and the edge of the shield has a hint of rolling blue and silver, symbolizing the blue water navy.
For such a seemingly ordinary symbol, the officers and men of the Navy were almost grateful to Song Yuhang.
Wang Youliang doesn't remember how many years the glory of the navy, which has long ceased to exist, seems to be about to reappear, they don't care who is commanding and leading them, they only care that they are the navy, even if they fight on land, they are still the navy.
As long as they are fighting relentlessly, the Chinese Navy will still exist.
Among the many Army infantry resting behind a protruding rock, a veteran Marine with a beard crept up.
In the previous battle, he remembered that someone had captured a devil's command knife with a silver-white handle with a long yellow tassel and a mouth-swallowing gauntlet on it.
When the veterans arrived, they found more than a dozen infantrymen lying on the ground tinkering with a Japanese command knife.
This command knife is very different from the ordinary Japanese command knife, it looks very gorgeous, and the practicality does not seem to be high, but no matter when.
Gorgeous things are pleasing to the eye.
For this joining Navy brethren, the Army brethren did not mind, in the early hours of the morning in the final battle.
Some Japanese soldiers wearing dark blue white leggings and black leather shoes launched a small counterattack against them, and these extremely fierce Japanese counterattacks finally repelled the squadron, and this small group of Japanese troops was completely annihilated, and this knife was one of the trophies.
The veteran of the Marine Corps suddenly found a blue flat military cap thrown on the side, picked it up and looked at it, and sure enough, it showed the words of the Imperial Japanese Navy in Chinese characters, and threw away the hat, and the veteran began to talk with the owner of the knife, an infantry sergeant.
The infantry sergeant obviously regarded this very rare Japanese command knife as a treasure, and the faces of others were very ugly when they touched it more, and the Marine Corps veteran, who was a little embarrassed, took out a small bag in his arms, and poured it in front of the other party and said, "I am Weihai, Shandong."
Others call me King Cannon, these silver tickets and gold radium are all my belongings, what do you do with you?"
The sergeant's face grew more and more confused.
Obviously, he regarded this navy brother who looked very good as a liar, and when Wang Cannon saw the other party's expression, he also knew that he was too anxious, so he slapped himself a few times in hate, and the army on the side also looked at the two of them with strange eyes.
An army corporal who was admiring the office on the side spoke: "Fuzi, don't guess too much of your bastard.
Shame on us Tianjin people, your knife looks rare now, and it will definitely be tattered after this battle."
The sergeant who was called Fuzi was obviously a little unconvinced, and before he could speak, the corporal on the side continued: "Guys, I'm Gao Dehai, but I'm a good guy.
I know what the gentlemen did before joining the army, the three dynasties of the Tianjin Dade pawnshop, what rice objects have not been seen, you don't look at it, the biggest of the Japanese officers killed is a lieutenant, what good pieces can there be" Fu Ziye was said to be moved, his eyes stared at the small pile, Gao Dehai smiled and said to Wang Cannon: "Why is my brother so anxious to ask for this object, can you tell me?"
Wang Cannon looked around, sighed slightly, and said: "This knife looks strange to you, but our navy is nothing, it is just an ordinary attachment of the captain of the little devil Marine Corps.
In order to cover our retreat, Chief Xu killed a Japanese soldier with the last bullet, and then dismantled the pistol and was captured.
At that time, Wo Eryue was hiding on the side, and we hated this in our hearts."
Wang Dacang paused when he said this, touched a handful of tears and continued: "I have sworn since that day.
Ten must be hacked to death with such a knife.
Not a hundred devils to avenge Chief Xu" Wang Cannon was exquisite, there was a deathly silence around him, and the eyes of all the Chinese soldiers were red, and after fighting for so long, even the spotless and kind-hearted people had a deep enmity with Little Japan.
Fuzi put the command knife in his hand and the small pile of net worth of Wang Dacang and said: "I can't ask for your money, the knife was given to you, we just caught a few little devils last night, and I will take you to talk to the deputy company about lending you the sacrificial knife first, and how about you catch the captives and return us in the future."
Wang Cannon looked at Fuzi gratefully and was so excited that he couldn't speak, and suddenly a sharp whistling sound sounded in the sky, and experienced veterans knew that it was the sound of a mortar near the sky Boom followed by a few huge explosions.
In a cloud of dust, the groans of the wounded could be heard, followed by the sound of mutual questioning.
The injured was a young officer who issued a warning signal.
There are very disgraceful flowers hanging on the buttocks.
It's not a thing to curse little devils.
Fuzi pushed Wang Dacang, who pushed the net hard and pounced on him, and said with a smile: "Brother, get up, I'm not a girl with fine skin and tender meat."
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Suddenly.
Fuzi felt that there was something slimy flowing on his neck, and a very bad premonition arose, with the help of a few comrades, Fuzi put Wang Cannon flat on the ground, at this moment Wang Cannon was already looking at the air less and breathing more, experienced veterans knew that this was a symptom of not working, but they still called out to the medics frantically.
Wang Cannon laboriously took out the small bag containing his belongings, pointed to Dongfang and said a mother's word, and the blood foam gushing out made him unable to speak.
The medical and nurse who came quickly nodded seriously under the gaze of everyone, and injected a morphine into Wang Cannon, when she injected it, she already clearly felt that Wang Cannon's physiological functions were rapidly draining, and many times the reason they did this was just to comfort the living, let the living know, even if they had such a day.
She will also do her best to rescue, even if there is only one in ten thousand hopes, which is the first applicable principle in the field medical rescue manual of the Chinese Expeditionary Force.
Looking at Wang Cannon's back, which was already bloody and blurred, Fuzi swore viciously: "Brother, I will definitely avenge you, and your mother will be my mother in the future."
Under the repeated blows of the Haiping fire support fleet and gunboats, Su Lin's two rounds of counterattack attacks can be described as corpses all over the field, and the Japanese troops of the two brigades have become corpses everywhere, and the yellow military uniforms are particularly dazzling on the black ground.
The Chinese soldiers cheered as the engines of the old light tanks and the heavy bulldozers of the Brother Machinery Company resounded through the beach, and this sudden cheer made the Japanese nervous for a long time, and they thought that the squadron had launched an attack.
The 280 tons of quick-drying cement barely made the soft sand beach that was not satisfied with the volcanic debris enough to pass through about 30 tons of tanks, which was good news for the Chinese expeditionary officers and soldiers who had been busy for a whole day, but it was like a catastrophe for Su Lin, who did not know why he was going to build permanent fortifications under the Ori Bowl Mountain to carry those seemingly useless construction machinery and equipment to the beachhead even at such a high price "No, no, the opponent obviously won't be stupid to that point," at this moment, Li Lin was already a little crazy about Song Yuhang's intentions.
Looking at the successive arrival of engineering equipment, Song Zaihang decided to lead the ground troops to rest for a day in addition to intensifying bombing.2 On the night of that day, at Song Yuhang's repeated request, the US military dispatched a Super Flying Fortress strategic bomber and used high-explosive bombs, concrete-destroying bombs, and Biwan special incendiary bombs to stage a grand fireworks show for all the Allied officers and men attacking Iwo Jima, which caught Su Lin off guard.
On one side are Chinese soldiers drinking beer and eating bacon, and on the other side are Japanese devils who are caught off guard by special incendiary bombs and crying wolf.
This time, the Japanese devil became a real devil, and it was very completely black, and it was burned to charcoal.
Turner consulted with Song Yuhang about the Chinese Expeditionary Force's intention to renovate, and as the U.S. landing fleet faced more frequent and frenzied attacks by Japanese suicide planes, Song Yuhang had no choice but to reduce the refurbishment time to half a day, telling Turner that it would take time to transport war materials and troops, weapons and equipment.
Any lack of preparation could lead to the failure of the offensive, and Iwo Jima, which was only an ugly square kilometer and narrow, lacked strategic depth for our army as much as the Japanese army, and the fatal wound of the Japanese was also the fatal wound of the Chinese expeditionary force.
When Song Yuhang was flying in the evening, when Song Yuhang was selecting five engineer battalions for blockade operations, Xu Tuan brought an extremely young young young boy to Song Yuhang.
Song Yuhang could see at a glance that this bookish major should be a relational soldier.
Otherwise, as long as there is a battle, that bookish anger should have been consumed by the brutal battle a long time ago
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