Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Thirteenth Middle School)

"Good blown up." "Come on, come on." "Boom the Japanese back to their hometown." A deafening cheer came from the surroundings. The officers and soldiers of the 93rd Regiment, who had not entered the battlefield, shouted loudly for the performance of the artillery company at the top of their throats. It was too satisfying and too relieving their hatred. In the last darkness before dawn, the shells exploded and burst out with layers of flames, ten times more gorgeous than the peonies in late spring. The Japanese worked hard to build a whole night fortifications in the sea of ​​peony flowers, and collapsed like snow, and destroyed one after another.

Standing on the lookout post, Fang Guoqiang's hand slowly began to tremble with the cheers around him. Since he joined the army, almost all the battles he had participated in, the scenes he had experienced were all Chinese soldiers being bombed by Japanese cannons. He never expected that the Japanese would have been killed by the bombs. Look at the place where the shells fell, the area around them was swept by shrapnel. The fortifications of soil and wood were like rags in the garbage dump in front of this steel storm. They were lifted up, ravaged, and ruthlessly pulled, and then fell around the craters, with each piece of debris full of holes.

The plow is indeed a plow that is like a false plow. Only by standing on the artillery position can you feel the word used appropriately. In the past, he squatted in the trenches and covered his ears with his hands and waited for the Japanese to stop the bombardment. He could never experience the same magnificence. Four mountain cannons fired one after another. One shell had just exploded, and the other shell had landed next to the edge of the shock wave of the former, then the third, the fourth, and then a new round. The gorgeous flowers of death were lined up, blooming from left to right, at a speed of one flower every three seconds. Wherever he passed, there were only large black pits, with flames emitting from the bottom, ugly and terrifying, just like the bloody mouth of an evil ghost.

Fang Guoqiang didn't know if there were any alive Japanese behind the crater, but he believed that after being plowed one meter after another by shells, he would be as thin as a tofu skin facing his position. If Zhang Songling took the opportunity to rush up with the cavalry, his heart would twitch and then began to hop violently. He trembled his hands and moved the telescope away from the sea of ​​death flowers that had exploded by the shells, and quickly looked for the figure of the cavalry. However, what shocked him was that on the edge of the previous grove, the guerrilla soldiers and the war horses were as immovable as rocks, and they did not try to seize the fighter.

What the hell is the little fat man doing? Does he want to wait for the Japanese to recover and show his bravery? In an instant, Fang Guoqiang was about to jump up and roar at the cavalry in the telescope, "What's wrong? You don't even know the most basic cooperation between infantry and cannons? rush, hurry up, chase the cannonballs, catch the little ghost off guard."

No one could hear his appeal. In fact, Fang Guoqiang, who had always been self-disciplined, would never let out a roar that discredited his team's image. He just screamed anxiously in his heart, as anxious as a flame, and at the same time he grabbed the telescope tightly. The joints of his fingers turned white and turned blue because of excessive force, and slowly lost consciousness, becoming as stiff and cold as frozen radish.

For those who were anxiously waiting, every second was as long as a century. At this moment, in the second trench on the circular position on the top of the mountain, Eryu also held a high-power military telescope tightly for the last time, with his fingers pale and no blood. The telescope's vision was completely blocked by the smoke and dust from the shells. He could not see anything outside the first trench, but he firmly believed that not far from the first trench, there was a dagger ready to stab him at any time.

What he needs to do for the last time is to pick up the hammer and smash the dagger completely. During the fierce battle yesterday, he believed that the loss of the 93rd Regiment was far more serious than that of his side. At the same time, he firmly believed that the dagger hidden behind the barrage would be the strongest and last blow that the Chinese army could launch. If the dagger could be successfully smashed, there would be no doubt that the next battle would completely enter garbage time. The Kuomintang-Communist coalition forces that lost the blade would no longer be able to launch a decent attack. As long as he could make up his mind to hold on to the end, he would definitely be able to persevere until the reinforcements arrived on the battlefield, and then give the enemy a back-and-forth cooperation and a center blossom.

"Don't be nervous, check weapons and bullets, and be ready to enter the position at any time."

"Don't be nervous, victory belongs to the Great Japanese Empire, His Majesty the Emperor is watching you."

Not far from Eryu's side, several Japanese squad leader wrapped in bandages ran back and forth constantly to boost morale and how to prevent artillery attacks were common knowledge that Japanese men must master when training for recruits. The tactics of double trench depth defense are not the patent of Chinese soldiers. When the troops and firepower are not advantageous, the Japanese men did not care about taking any means to preserve themselves, including learning from the tactics and experience of their opponents.

"It's already the seventh round." A Japanese captain with the "Chrysanthemum and Star" medal hanging on his chest came to Oji Yu's last ear and whispered, "So far, the enemy has fired twenty-eight shells, and the attack will begin soon." (Note 1)

"Yeah." Eryu glanced at the other party for the last time and nodded in praise. The opponent at the foot of the mountain was the 93rd Regiment of the newly formed 31st Division of the National Revolutionary Army, equipped with the 76mm Type 09 mountain cannon supported by the Soviets. According to him, China has no way to imitate the ammunition of this mountain cannon on its own, and the 93rd Regiment has no fixed military supply point within a radius of 500 miles nearby.

In other words, the number of shells of the 93rd regiment will be very limited by carrying them with the army entirely on mules and horses. Similar high-intensity artillery bombardment will not last long.

Sure enough, just as he was smiling at each other with "Chrysanthemums and Stars", the sound of shelling stopped abruptly, and his ears became quiet in an instant, so quiet that they could hear the howling morning breeze. "Everyone stood up and prepare." A Japanese man in the uniform of a squadron leader immediately raised his command knife and ordered the restless soldiers under his command that the official attack began after the shelling was over. According to the standard infantry and artillery coordination tactics, the Chinese army had lurked somewhere within a hundred meters from the position with the cover of artillery fire. They had to push up in time and crush the other party's insidious plot to launch a sudden attack.

However, before the Japanese soldiers could respond, "Chrysanthemums and Stars" had already rushed over and blocked the entrance to the first trench. "Kobayashi, wait." While looking at the eyes of the squadron leader Kyuta and the squadron leader Miji Kobayashi in fear, he explained loudly, "Be careful of the second shelling, the Chinese people on the opposite side are very cunning, they."

"Dong, swoo,." "Dong, swoo,." "Dong, swoo,." There is no need for more language. Several artillery shell firing sounds that the Japanese are very familiar with have made the strongest annotation for his behavior. They are the Type 97 Infantry Cylinder Cannon, the most common Type 97 Infantry Cylinder Cannon in the Japanese Army. They are light and flexible, with almost no shooting dead corners. They are most suitable for attacking targets in the trench at close range.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The monotonous explosion sounded again. Although it was far less than before, it shook people's faces pale. For the last time, Kota looked at "Chrysanthemum and Star" with gratitude, quickly stepped forward, and gently patted his shoulder, "Murada Jun, a good person, worthy of being a top student at Army University, his alma mater will be proud of you."

Captain Murata, who graduated from Lu's cannon, immediately blushed, lowered his head, and responded modestly, "Yes, it is the chief who cultivates it properly, I, I dare not."

"Keep working hard. After going back, I will consider recommending you to the General Staff of the Kwantung Army." Eryu patted the other party's shoulder hard for the last time, and made a promise. Then, he turned his attention to the first trench again. The power of the Type 97 shell explosion was far less than that of the Su-Zero Nine Mountain Cannon. Through the gap between gunpowder and soil, he could see some of the situation on the battlefield. In the southeast of the first trench, a group of figures were quietly moving forward. Although they were hiding well and their movements were very light, they still had nowhere to hide under the amplification of the high-power military telescope.

It was from the 93rd Regiment. There were many Tujiao Route Army members behind him, with a total of more than 150 people. In terms of clothing, Tujiao Route Army accounts for about one-fifth of the total offensive force. For the last time, Eryu cracked his mouth and exposed his shiny teeth. Did the two troops attack together? The loss of the 93rd Regiment is really huge. He can't even draw out the troops to launch a strong attack. However, Tujiao Route Army is willing to pay this time, and it actually carries several Dazheng 11 light machine guns in its team. In comparison, the soldiers of the 93rd Regiment were lightly equipped, with all the Su-made water beads in their hands, and there was not even a rotating plate of Gegegalev.

"Maybe it's a suspicious soldier." Captain Murata, who had just received the last praise of Okuta, once again showed the quality of a top student. He lay in Okuta's ear and whispered, "The mortar team is following them, and the bombardment area has been concentrated in the eastern section of the trench directly in front. The destination of this group of people is also in the same position."

"Yeah." Without reminding him, Eryu felt that something was wrong for the last time. Judging from the situation of the fight yesterday, the total strength of the 93rd Regiment should be around 1,500 people. Even if the loss is large, it will not be so miserable that it cannot afford to organize a single attack. Moreover, the movements of the army were too delayed, and there was no determination to succeed if it failed.

“There is one more over there.”

“There are also there.”

Several other Japanese squad leader pointed at suspicious targets on the battlefield. There was more than one position in the Chinese army and they were all pushing forward in a pretentious manner. It was obviously bullying the Eryu Squadron's weak force, trying to create the illusion of breaking through separately, forcing them to distribute the already very nervous force into more scattered.

"Yeah." Eryu continued to ponder for the last time, her eyes passed through the telescope and tried to distinguish every bump on the battlefield. The real kill should be hidden behind those suspicious targets. It is also very likely that it is one of them. He must distinguish it at the fastest speed and then place most of the troops in his hand in the correct position. Otherwise, once the opponent can take the lead, the consequences will be unimaginable.

One inch, one inch, one inch, the telescope slowly moved, from left to right, and from right to left. The suspicious soldiers in their vision continued to advance, and some had already advanced within a hundred meters from the first trench. However, Eryu was still unable to issue a counterattack order for the last time. Holding the telescope's fingers, they turned white again due to nervousness. Sweat gathered into a stream and flowed down along the tips of his temples.

Suddenly, just behind the thorn bushes in the east of his battlefield, he saw a faint cold light flashing. It was a bayonet, and the sky began to turn white. The contrast between the bayonet and the surrounding environment became more and more obvious. It was almost the closest position to the trench, and the cunning ninety-three regiment almost stabbed the dagger into his throat.

"Kobayashi, take your people into the first traffic trench, the east location." Put down the telescope, Kotaki quickly made adjustments for the last time, "Kobayashi, take your people into the second traffic trench, and also the east location, quickly, Yoshino and Ashikaga, you two also lead the team in, spread the alert on the left and right wings of Kobayashi Squadron, ready to provide him with support, Muratashi, you will take the fifth team to stay by my side and act as a reserve team."

"Yes." The four Japanese squad leader and the newly praised "Chrysanthemum and Star" responded in unison, following the instructions of the boss at the forefront and quickly launched an action. No matter how powerful the artillery fights, the final battle must be completed by infantry on both sides of the offense and defense. They will be the last steel plate that will break the hope of the Chinese soldiers!

"Dadadada, dadadadada, dadadada" On the hillside before dawn, the Blackstone Guerrillas' crooked light machine gun began to conduct a tentative attack. The bullets dragged their scarlet tail and cut layers of floating soil on the edge of the already broken trench.

No one paid attention to them. Most of the Japanese army was under the command of several squadron leaders and stood in the east of the position. The real elite Chinese troops hid behind the bushes, less than 100 meters away from the first trench, while the other places were just suspicious soldiers who dispersed the main force of the defense. When they really posed a threat, it would not be too late to deal with them.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The second round of mountain cannons began to cover them again, all concentrated in the east of the position. Several Japanese soldiers who had just entered the trench were caught off guard and were affected by the explosion. In the blink of an eye, the other Japanese soldiers who had entered the trench and walked in the traffic trench immediately rushed into the anti-cannon hole nearest, their bodies were curled up into a ball, their mouths were opened, and their hands were tightly protected. This was the most basic self-protection action. As long as they were not unlucky enough to be hit by the shells, they could basically avoid most artillery fire attacks.

For the last time, Eryu held up a telescope and remained motionless like a stone sculpture. A misfired shell exploded at close range. The soil raised made the military flag beside him slam. However, he seemed not afraid of death at all, and he didn't even look at the position where the shell landed.

No matter how crazy the bombing is, it will end. When the cannon sounds and the infantry launches a charge, the competition between the two sides will really begin. Before that, all the other things are just appetizers.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and his brows quickly frowned into the character "Sichuan". The situation was wrong. After the explosion of the shell, there was a very noisy sound, very urgent, like a wave hitting the reefs on the shore, very shattering, like a heavy rain hitting the cornfield. The telescope's vision was blocked by the smoke from the shells. He could not see what happened outside the trenches, but with the instinct of a professional soldier, he felt the danger approaching quickly!

"Caughter." Half a minute after the sound of surging waves slamming the shore, someone finally shouted in panic in the first trench, "Caughter, the Eighth Route Army has pulled the cavalry up the mountain." Then, the shouts came one after another, and the sound of shell explosions could not be covered. Yoshino, the captain of the scattered alert task, risked being smashed by shells, jumped into the traffic trench and ran toward Kota for the last time. Another team Ashika, who was also in the alert task, took his subordinates without even saying hello, and ran directly along the trench towards the southeast.
Chapter completed!