I want to be a good person

Chapter 240 A tough position

Zhang Aiguo didn't hear clearly, but he understood Wu Haoran's gesture and waved his hand, indicating to wait a moment.

Less than 10 minutes later, the ground began to shake again as the Japanese artillery bombarded the area. According to statistics, 50-70% of the casualties were caused by the artillery bombardment.

After the artillery bombarded, the infantry charged, and after the infantry charged, the artillery bombarded. The industrial countries bullied the agricultural countries.

"Hurry, the Japs are coming soon, get into position."

Several non-commissioned officers stood up, urged the soldiers to run out of the air-raid shelter, and kicked up several people with trembling legs.

There was heavy gunfire coming from the front line. Through the telescope, the Japs were scattered far apart, lying on the ground like locusts, and slowly crawling.

“Da da da~da da!”

The heavy machine gun bunker spewed out flames of hatred and fired short bursts. A Japanese soldier tried to bend forward, but the bullets quickly covered him in a bloody mist.

"bump"

"bump"

Where the white smoke gathered, a grenade launcher team was firing grenades, which hit the concrete bunker. The indirect fire had little power and only raised a cloud of dust.

The Japanese heavy machine gun was 600 meters to the rear and side, making a constant "click-click" sound.

The light machine gun team moved with the infantry to about 400 meters and carried out precise bursts of fire.

A soldier was lying on the edge of a trench firing a gun. Just as he was about to pull the bolt to reload his rifle, he was knocked down by a machine gun.

After three minutes of fighting, four bodies were left behind. The Japanese took turns to cover each other and retreated, leaving behind some of their wounded.

Just five minutes later, the Japs came back again.

“Ready to shoot!”

The infantry of the supplementary regiment served as a reserve, awaiting orders.

What Zhang Liguo was afraid of was the Japanese Type 37 11mm rapid-fire gun and the Taisho 37-year Type mm flat-fire infantry gun, which could accurately target machine gun bunkers and pillbox fortifications, easier than opening a can.

"Sir, 10 o'clock."

Zhang Aiguo received the reminder and turned around immediately. Four Japanese soldiers were bending over and lifting a weapon larger than a heavy machine gun, placing it on the ground, preparing to adjust direction.

"Order, fire your guns and destroy it."

"Yes."

The messenger answered, picked up the field telephone and shook it, quickly conveying the order.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Two machine guns were placed on both wings, and the telephone lines were pre-buried when the position was built.

"Oh no, the Japs are bringing out their cannons again."

Several Japanese soldiers pushed out a wheeled artillery with a slender barrel and a gun shield.

"Order, A-2, fire."

Both types of Japanese artillery used armor-piercing explosive shells, which penetrated into the bunkers, split limbs, and splattered brains. The Kuomintang’s heavy machine guns could not withstand the attack, and without heavy firepower suppression, their positions were easily breached.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump”

The National Army's light machine guns were firing short bursts, and the Japanese infantry were covering the advance of the light machine gun group.

"Hey!"

"Why fire without orders?"

"Report, the enemy is using rapid-fire artillery, which is extremely harmful to our bunker."

"Nonsense! You are not allowed to fire without orders."

Zhang Aiguo held the phone in his hand and was reluctant to put it down. He felt annoyed. Damn it, he was not on the front line, but he always thought he knew everything about the front line. How could he not lose the battle if he intervened too much and in too many details?

"Sir, do you want to fire again?"

Yang Zhengqi asked carefully.

"Order Armor One and Armor Two to wait for an opportunity to attack the enemy's small artillery and heavy machine guns! Be on guard against the enemy's tanks and armored vehicles!"

"Sir, this is against military orders!"

Wu Haoran reminded from the side.

"Fuck, are you asking me to move five meters to the left? Raise the muzzle an inch? What else can a bunch of good-for-nothings do besides money, women and internal strife?"

"Sir, we don't have much ammunition left. We can't fight for long."

"Fight as long as you can. Look at this methodical defense. It's just like using flesh and blood to fight against steel. Fight. The sooner you finish, the sooner you'll be done."

"Yes!"

Zhang Aiguo felt that it was a daunting task to use up the existing artillery shells.

"boom!"

Thick smoke was billowing from a heavy machine gun bunker. The Japanese veterans were really powerful. 1942 was a watershed year, and the combat power of the Japanese was vastly different.

Their own machine guns did not achieve any results. After firing more than ten shots, they only destroyed a light machine gun and killed or wounded several Japanese artillerymen.

The Japs obviously didn't want to move forward. They held their rifles with bayonets on, sometimes shooting from their kneeling position, sometimes shooting from their lying position, and then they attacked in a stupid swarm. Zhang Aiguo really didn't see anything.

Rifles covered light machine guns, light machine guns covered heavy machine guns, grenade launchers kept making clattering sounds, and dust and smoke covered the positions with a layer of fog.

In less than two minutes, the sound of continuous shooting on the position disappeared, leaving only the bang bang bang of rifles, dense but not continuous.

Without fire suppression, the Japanese were approaching, and the soldiers who wanted to show their heads and shoot were hit one after another.

Within 200 meters, the Japs' precise shooting caused huge casualties.

"Order them to fire with heavy machine guns and grenade launchers!"

The Type 200 grenade launcher was too dangerous and the Japanese approached within meters.

The position was in a state of panic, with shots fired mindlessly with no visible results.

"Chirp!"

From the position farther behind, there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air, and a piercing scream hit the front of the position, creating two large holes.

Only two shells?

It should be the artillery platoon equipped with two mortars, which measured the distances of targets near and far around the position in advance and determined all the parameters.

Then artillery shells kept falling on the position, making the Japanese scream and groan, and they retreated after leaving behind a pile of corpses and wounded soldiers.

In less than five minutes, a whistling sound was heard in the sky, and the Japanese artillery in the distance counterattacked, and a huge explosion was heard behind them.

I hope they have learned the lesson from the Battle of Shanghai, which shows that they are basically defeated in an artillery battle with the Japanese and can only fight guerrilla artillery battles.

There was a small black dot floating in the sky. It was the Japanese's tethered observation balloon, observing unscrupulously and guiding the direction of the artillery. Without air superiority, they could only sigh at the sky and passively take the beating.

"Jingle Bell"

"A supplementary group?"

"Report to the commander, the reinforcements are waiting for instructions!"

"Order your unit to leave a small artillery company behind to support the frontline positions."

"Yes!"

"How many of you are there?"

"Report, 81 people!"

"I see!"

"Yang Zhengqi, bring a platoon of soldiers and follow me."

"Sir, is it missing something?"

"It's a lot. Apart from the two guns and the guard platoon, we can only send out so many people. Let the machine guns decide to fire on their own."

"Sir, you stay, I'll go."

"Together, brothers, follow me!"

Zhang Aiguo wore a Tony helmet and waved the machine gun in his hand.

The soldiers behind him followed, carrying ammunition boxes.

Jumping into the trench, there were corpses and severed limbs in front and behind. The ground was black, a different kind of black, and blood seeped into the soil.

"Who is the company commander?"

"Report to the commander! The company commander has died!"

"Okay, you guys take a break first, we'll take over the position."

"Yes"

"Be careful."

Zhang Aiguo quickly pounced on the other person, accompanied by a gunshot.

The Japanese's accurate shooter specializes in targeting commanders.

"Everyone, be careful, don't raise your head!"

"Zhengqi, disperse the defense points and distribute the ammunition. Also, no saluting is allowed on the battlefield. Tell everyone."

"clear."

"Get me a rifle."

Yang Zhengqi searched and picked up a Zhongzheng rifle from the ground and handed it to Zhang Aiguo.

"The devils are coming!"