Chapter 3 Morning Star (Eight Downs)

From the 92 infantry artillery to the first wave of artillery shells, it took more than three minutes for the Japanese artillery to be released from the borehole, and all the shells fell on the hillside. Not to mention intercepting the guerrilla cavalry, they didn't even touch the tail of the war horses.

If it were normal, the captain Kawada Kiyosaki would have picked up the scabbard and shot it, giving the lazy people a profound lesson. However, today, he did nothing and said nothing. He just held the telescope blankly and looked at the crater in the distance, like a stone tablet in front of the grave, motionless.

Although he was not punished, the artillery captain Haruhei Ono felt less at ease than being punished. He took the initiative to step forward and gently pulled Kawada Kunihara's sleeve, "Captain, artillery, artillery angle has reached its peak,"

"Fire the gun, why don't you fire it? I'm aiming at the Chinese cavalry's head and shoot all the ammunition with the gun. Don't save money." Kawada Kuniha suddenly turned his head back, his face as ferocious as a devil with rabies.

"Hiyi, Hiyi." Haruhei Ono turned around and ran back to the cannon position, directing the two 92 styles, and then bombed the hillside two kilometers away, blowing the smoke of gunpowder, but there was still no result.

"Fight, don't be afraid of being injured by accident. Just fire the convoy at the convoy. Don't be afraid of being injured by accident. You can't hurt them by accident. The wastes in the baggage squadron are no longer sound. Didn't you hear it?" Kawada Kunaki ran over quickly, and a faint blue light appeared in his eyes.

"The angle is at its limit. The Chinese commander is a veteran. From here to the ambush point, it is exactly across another hill." Haruhei Ono did not dare to look at his eyes and drooped his head to explain that the baggage squadron did not move. This shows that they had been completely wiped out by the Chinese cavalry. The shells were hit into the convoy, and there was basically no need to worry about accidental injury. However, the position from the cannon position to the convoy was not a straight line. The road under his feet turned a corner of nearly seventy degrees under another hill. Although the hills did not look high, referring to the ultra-short range of the Type 92 infantry cannon and blindly bombarded the target on the other side through the hill. The most likely thing is not to blow the Chinese cavalry near the convoy and the ammunition on the carriage into the sky, but the shells fell down halfway and hit the head of the second squadron who was desperately rushing towards the convoy.

"Bastard, waste, a group of useless wastes. People are waste, and cannons are also waste." Kawada Kunaki's eyes turned black in front of him. He raised his command knife and slashed at the barrel of the Type 92 infantry cannon. However, no matter how mediocre the design of the Type 92 infantry cannon was, the barrel was cast with high-quality steel. After only a few slashes of the thin command knife, it broke into two pieces with a "clang". (Note 1)

"Push the cannon to the top of the hillside, you guys push it together." The crisp breaking sound awakened Kawada Kuniha's mind again, and threw half of the knife hilt connected to the blade. He pointed to the hillside closest to him and ordered loudly.

"There are Chinese infantry there." Haruhei Ono was stunned and reminded in embarrassment that although there had been no gunfire on the top of the hillside for a long time, the artillery was transferred just now to remove the firepower point arranged by the Chinese. If everyone pushed the infantry artillery rashly leaned up at this moment, they might have been beaten into a sieve by the Chinese Maxim before they could get to the position.

"Suzuki, Suzuki, take your first squadron to attack me by hand, take down the hills, and set up a position for the artillery." Kawada Kunaki was already crazy and willing to fill the lives of the soldiers, but also take down the hill closest to him. This hill is slightly higher than the other hills nearby. When the Type 92 infantry cannon is arranged, you may clearly see the Chinese cavalry blocked by another hill, aiming at the target and firing, which can also make up for the insufficient range of the artillery to the greatest extent.

"Onboard." The captain of the first squadron, Saburo Suzuki had already become a red-eyed rabbit. When he heard the order of Kan Akira Kawada, he shouted and without hesitation, leading the remaining soldiers under him to launch a desperate charge towards the top of the hill. At 200 meters away from the Chinese army, his body shook and instinctively chose to make curved movements to avoid becoming a living target for Chinese soldiers. Other Japanese soldiers, like him, made classic tactical avoidance actions like textbooks. However, the Chinese Maxim did not sound, and the rifles made by all nations were silent.

"Onboard." Suzuki Saburo was stunned for a moment, and another hysterical scream. His body was drawn with a curved line, and he continued to approach the positions of the Chinese soldiers. One hundred and fifty meters, fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, and twenty meters, and he was about to enter the trench. However, not only did he not hear any gunshots, he even encountered a cheap Shanxi grenade.

"It's time to be loyal to the Emperor." With a heart full of doubt, Saburo Suzuki shouted again, picked up the shaky bayonet and rushed into the trenches. He seemed to see a group of Chinese soldiers with bullets jumping up and fighting with a big sword and spear, while he himself stabbed them to the ground one by one, completely washing away the shame of being teased during the day.

However, all this was fantasy. The trenches of the Chinese army were quiet and there were no living creatures left. Suzuki Saburo, who was determined to die but could not find any desperate target, staggered a few times inside the trenches, jumped out, and looked around in a daze. On the back of the hill, the backs of dozens of war horses turned a corner and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Chinese, Chinese ran away on horseback." The Japanese soldiers in a squadron turned their heads and shouted at Kōaki Kawata who was waiting for news.

"In a flash, they ran away and the staff officer Shirakawa was halfway through." Several other soldiers jumped and shot randomly into the empty wilderness. They were destined to be unable to kill anything, but if they didn't do this, they would not be able to vent their anger in their hearts. They would run away if they took advantage, and they would run away if they took advantage. They were not soldiers, but clearly a group of rogues who never grew up.

"Captain, captain, the Chinese ran away." There are always people who are good at flattering, who report to Kawada Kunaki as quickly as possible what they saw on the top of the hill, and then raised their heads eagerly, waiting for the other party's praise.

"Yes." Kawada Kuniaki groaned, holding the cannon stand in his hand, and barely failed to fall into slut again. He was fooled and was deceived. These Chinese people didn't talk about the spirit of Bushido at all. They ran away after punching and ran away after punching. What's the point?

"Captain, do you still push the cannons onto the hill?" The person with the least eyesight was artillery captain Haruhei Ono. He walked forward quickly and asked in a tentative manner. Although the Type 92 infantry cannon is light in size, it is more than 200 kilograms. It will take at least twelve or three minutes to push from the cannon to the top of the hill. With that kung fu, the soldiers of the Second Squadron had already arrived in front of the carriage and fought with the Chinese cavalry.

"Baga." Kawada Kunaki jumped up and slapped Haruhei Ono to the ground, then grabbed a closest artillery soldier, Cao, and ordered loudly, "Push, push me immediately, push the cannons onto the hills, I want to fire the cannons with my own hands, I want to fire the cannons with my own hands, I want to kill those cunning Chinese people."

"Hiyi." With Xiao Ye Chunping's previous experience, the Japanese artillery Cao Chang knew that he was a life-threatening person, so he didn't dare to talk too much. He commanded the artillery team, pushing the horse and moving the Type 92 infantry cannon one meter to the top of the hillside. Kawada Guoao followed the artillery anxiously, bent down and helped push a few times, and then straightened his back to listen to the movements in the convoy. Until there was another sound of machine guns between the hills behind him, he suddenly felt like he had sucked enough drugs and quickly returned to normal. He raised his telescope and trotted to the top of the hill.

'The Chinese cavalry are still there, and the Chinese cavalry did not run away immediately after picking up the cheap ones!' A huge feeling of happiness suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart, which made Kawada Kunaki's face glow with an extremely abnormal luster. 'Haha, these poor people must be reluctant to leave the arms on the carriage, so they did not withdraw in time. Hahaha, as long as the second squadron sticks to them, I will put the cannon to the top of the hill'

Supported by the desire for revenge, he ran to the top of the mountain from the hillside in just over three minutes, stood at the position that originally belonged to the Chinese infantry and looked at the gunfire. His eyes passed a slightly lower hill and finally saw the latest situation on the battlefield.

The crazy Chinese cavalry did not leave, but were flipping the supplies on the carriage under the command of a large black man riding a white horse, boxes of rifles and boxes of bullets. Whenever they saw them, they would directly smash the box with a crowbar and divide the things inside.

Another group of Chinese soldiers built a temporary machine gun position more than 200 meters away from the convoy. The second squadron that stopped the returnees were not allowed to continue to approach the convoy. The four Type 92 heavy machine guns on the position were all brand new, and bullets were poured out like money. However, the second squadron that was rushed to return to the aid was pressed on both sides of the mountain road because the heavy machine gun had not moved in place and could not move forward a step further.

That was my heavy machine gun, which had not been opened, it was my bullet. Before coming, I specially asked the old relationship of the military department to approve it. Kawada Kunihara raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and his palms were covered with red. "Architecture, Suzuki Saburo, why are you standing there? Take your people and go down to help push the cannon."

"Hi, Hi," Suzuki Saburo, the captain of the first squadron, agreed, called his soldiers, and walked towards the cannon in a daze. 'Heavy machine gun, the Chinese actually flipped the heavy machine gun from the supplies at the first time. How did they do it? Why did they find it so accurately?'

"Don't open that long box anymore, you can't get the rifle." Next to the convoy two thousand meters away, Zhang Songling waved his arms and ordered loudly, "Leave some strength to the war horses to carry heavy machine gun bullets. We can't buy that type of ammunition at all."

"Good." The guerrillas agreed excitedly, and casually drove the rifles that had already been driven into the ground, and continued to run towards the next carriage, especially those recruits who had just joined the army this year. Before going to the battle, each of them only fired one horse and a Cossack saber. Now they carried two rifles on their shoulders, one left and one right, and two other shots were hung under the saddle.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu, Xiao Zhao, Da Xu, Lao Li, you guys took crowbars to open the box here. The ones here were loaded with heavy machine gun bullets, and they were packed in cloth bags, so everyone would help to get some." With the experience of following the old regiment commander Lao Gou to divide the Japanese supplies in the Walnut Garden camp, Zhang Songling skillfully gave a loud tip.

Several guerrillas holding crowbars ran quickly towards the target of his finger, lifted the box cover aside in two seconds, grabbed the thick 92 heavy machine gun bullets, and quickly put them into the coarse cloth pocket. Every time a bag was filled, other soldiers took the bag away and quickly carried it behind the saddle.

"Dada, dadada, dadada." "Table tennis, ping-pong, ping-pong." The sound of heavy machine guns became more and more intense. The guerrillas who were responsible for the blocking mission formed a group of troops returning to the Japanese. Although the number of people was not as large as the Japanese, they were better because they were well-equipped and sufficient ammunition, which made the Japanese lying on the ground and unable to move forward.

After listening to the enemy's movements, Zhang Songling continued to order, "Xiao Zou, go and drive the gasoline barrel and pour gasoline into the car immediately. Each car must be poured thoroughly. The Japanese army will be back soon. Before they come back, they must burn all these things."

"Yes." Xiao Zou, deputy captain of the cavalry, agreed loudly and rushed towards the gasoline barrel. "Squad one came to help. This iron barrel was filled with gasoline. Each car was divided into one barrel and poured from top to bottom."

The soldiers of the first cavalry squad looked at the carriage filled with arms, jumped off their mounts, and followed Xiao Zou to one of the carriages to carry gasoline barrels.

The strong smell of gasoline quickly surged beside the convoy, and the eyes of the guerrillas were also reddened by the smell of gasoline. Rifles, bullets, and grenades were all brand new, and everyone was reluctant to use them at all, but now they had to watch them burn.

Forced himself not to look at the expressions on the guerrillas' faces, Zhang Songling rode his horse toward another truck of supplies. This truck was not attractive to him. In addition to military food and clothes, there were rifles and bullets. Time was tight, so he had no time to delay these things. He waved and ordered people to pour gasoline, and then quickly turned around and ran towards the next target.

It was still rifles, military uniforms and daily supplies for the Japanese. Zhang Songling did not stop, but turned around and left. The guerrilla soldiers who had already received the rifle followed him with their eyes. Everyone's eyes were full of desire. Since the knowledgeable fat man Zhang was flipping around, there must be something better for heavy machine guns on the carriage. However, to their disappointment, they walked past four more horse-drawn carriages in a row. Zhang Songling's footsteps still did not stop. Seeing that it was too late, the sound of light machine guns of the Japanese soldiers was faintly heard in the distance. Every extra minute of delay was equivalent to pushing the second squadron down the gun's gun.

After suddenly jumping up, Zhang Songling jumped directly onto the last big cart from the back of the horse, "Open these four boxes, open them all for me." Pointing at the corners of several boxes pressed on the third floor, he urgently ordered, "Come people come here to help me, take out these four boxes, Xiao Zou, prepare to light the fire, don't leave anything for the Japanese."

"Yes." The guerrillas agreed in unison, rushed to the last carriage, and moved the arms on the upper floors away. Zhang Songling led several assistants to quickly pry open the target he was interested in, exposing more than a dozen small round iron tubes two feet long to everyone.

"Grenade, the Japanese grenade launcher." Several guerrillas cheered loudly, more surprised than discovering heavy machine guns just now. This thing is only five or six kilograms, but the range is as high as seven or eight hundred meters. It is most suitable for dealing with Japanese light machine guns. However, two or three guns can make the machine gunner and the machine gun to pieces together.

"Take the grenade launcher away and go back to divide it. Each person who approached the car would take four more grenades." Zhang Songling was finally satisfied, and he shouted and jumped out of the carriage. Then he took out the lighter that had been prepared from his pocket and quickly lit the torch in Xiao Zou's hand. "Everyone got on the horse immediately and prepared to retreat."

"On the horse, I didn't get enough this time, we have next time." Xiao Zou, Xiao Liu, Lao Zhang and other "old" guerrillas also opened their voices and shouted loudly. Under their example, whether satisfied or reluctant people jumped onto their mounts.

"Boom." "Boom." Two shells came into the air and two huge balls of smoke and dust were blown up near the carriage. The Japanese's Type 92 infantry cannon finally moved to the top of the hill, and condescendingly, and quickly launched a counterattack.

"Send a signal to Old Liu and ask him to retreat immediately." Zhang Songling snatched a torch without hesitation and threw it at the carriage closest to him, "Let the fire, don't leave anything for the Japanese."

"其, 其." "其, 其." Two signal flares flew into the sky with thick smoke. The deputy Lao Liu and others of the Second Squadron who were intercepting the Japanese with heavy machine guns saw it and quickly lifted the machine gun and hung it on their backs. Before the Japanese troops understood the smell, they rode their horses and evacuated the battlefield.

"Hu." "Hu." "Hu." The guerrillas in charge ran by the large cart covered with gasoline with torches, lit up clusters of orange-red flames. The horses who had already been cut off were startled by the flames, spread their hooves, and ran away in all directions.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." More shells flew over and fell around the convoy containing supplies, blew up more smoke and dust. However, the fire had already started, and no matter how much smoke and dust it could not weaken the fire at all.

The guerrillas gathered in a straight line behind Zhang Songling, running lightning, running farther and farther. The Japanese soldiers returning to the rescue found that the resistance ahead disappeared, and shouted excitedly, and rushed straight to the carriage.

Just over a hundred meters ahead of them, the flames on the carriage were getting stronger and stronger, and suddenly, with a bang, and countless bullets and shrapnel flew out in scattered, sweeping the radius of fifty meters so that no one could grow.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The sound of dying explosions ran one after another, shaking the earth back and forth. The Japanese soldiers who had run two kilometers back to the rescue were shocked to lie on the ground, covering their ears with their hands, rolling back and forth in pain.

Kawada Kunaki, who was supervising the battle at the top of the hill two kilometers away, spitting out blood and falling head-on.

Note 1: The Type 92 Infantry Cannon is a very qualified close-range support artillery, suitable for straight-line aiming and long-range bombardment through hills, which is beyond its ability.

Note 2: The Japanese Army's Type 91 grenade is mainly designed for grenade launchers and is not suitable for manual throwing, because the quality of the delayed fuze is not up to standard and can be thrown by hand, which often causes the bomber to be killed by himself.
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