The raining of bullets crushed more than 30 Japanese soldiers in the field with little shelter, and there was almost no decent counterattack.

The reason why the geographical location of Qigan Village is superior compared to other mountain villages is because although it is surrounded by mountains, it has enough flat land, just like the valley here, out of the canyon, it is an open land, and the large wheat field is the granary of barley, the most important crop of Qigan Village. But for the more than 30 Japanese soldiers who were lying there and had to endure countless bullets, this terrain was dying.

They actually had two light machine guns, two grenadier canisters and 26 38 caps, but the reason why they didn't have any decent counterattacks was because anyone who dared to raise their heads and raise their bodies higher than 20 centimeters lost their lives in the rain of bullets.

The dust swept up by the air wave obscured the eyes of both sides, and all precision had lost its effect. What the Rock Battalion used to deal with the Japanese army was firepower, completely superior firepower, with a large number of bullet piles, piling up the enemy.

Ten minutes later, when the mountain wind blew away the dust little by little, and the smoke was no longer enough to block the vision, what appeared in front of the officers and soldiers of the Panshi Battalion was a river of blood.

Facing the more than 30 devil soldiers more than 40 meters in front of the frontal position of Taniguchi, they were already dead and could not die again. No one survived the frenzied rain of bullets fired by at least ten machine guns, dozens of semi-automatic rifles, and more than a dozen submachine guns.

No matter how low you lie down and you can dodge the bullets, at least forty or so long-handled grenades can kill them if they are thrown from afar.

Those who are close are dead, and those who are far away are not much better.

Perhaps, the Japanese army, who was far away, hoped that they would be the top soldiers and die more quickly, which was a kind of luck for them who had been in a state of torment.

If you are just beaten by the fire of the Rock Battalion, which is far superior to them, you will die if you die, and you don't have to think so much. However, the dust raised by the air waves provided them with a barrier, and the exaggerated firepower was only diffuse, wave fire, and for the Japanese troops at Taniguchi, the lethality was reduced by at least two-thirds.

In order to avoid the terrible waves of air spewing from the mouth of the valley, the devils who dug temporary field trenches under the command of the squadron leader basically hid in the small ditches they had just dug on both sides of the valley mouth. There, too, there may be some natural stones to make shelters, but for the number of nearly 300 people, it is really, too little.

The vast majority of Japanese soldiers, at the moment when the bullets came, could only choose to crawl to the ground, trying to lie a little lower, and then lower.

This is the quality that an elite veteran of the Japanese army should have, so that even if there is no cover, it will be enough for them to dodge the non-stop torrent of bullets whistling overhead. No one can shoot a human body lying on the ground 300 meters away without revealing the ground 20 centimeters high with a black eye, which is completely dependent on luck for the officers and soldiers of the Rock Battalion who have poor vision and can only rely on memory to shoot in their direction.

However, the Rock Battalion is not only machine guns, rifles, submachine guns!

In addition to the 100,000 bullets fired in 10 minutes, the 12 60 guns and 6 80 guns also poured at least 400 shells on both sides of the valley in 10 minutes.

There were no targets, and all the gunners were given the order to shell both flanks of Taniguchi, indiscriminately.

This time, the Japanese army was unlucky. Prostrate on the ground can dodge bullets, but there is no way to deal with shells falling from the sky.

Watching his companion, who was only five meters away and also holding Mother Earth tightly, was blown away several meters high, and then fell without any sound with a scream, and such stories were still unfolding, with 400 shells almost covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters near Taniguchi.

The Japanese troops, who were lucky not to be hit by the shells, had actually forgotten what sadness they had at that time, and they were mainly afraid. Who knows if the next moment, death will be their turn? That's all the thoughts that occupy their minds. It's almost like waiting to be shot on the execution ground.

Waiting, witnessing the helpless departure of his comrades one by one, perhaps, the next second it will be his turn, and he will be torn apart by a mortar shell.

This is an unbearable ordeal for any normal person, even if he is a battle-hardened warrior. The tenacity of the nerves can't resist the fear of death after all.

After suffering for a few minutes, the Japanese soldiers who dared to risk their lives, raised their heads, and even heroically held their guns and fired bullets at the enemy position to express their resistance to fate, were basically killed by the bullets flying in the sky, no longer lying on their stomachs waiting to be blown into pieces of meat by the shells falling from the sky, but desperately running or crawling forward, moving to the safest position in their memory, and very few Japanese soldiers survived in the end.

The Japanese who survived were either lucky enough to blow up, or they were in a good position to start withstanding not only bullets, but also bunkers with enough to cover the shrapnel flying around.

But this is only two or three times out of ten.

That is to say, when the dust clears, on the entire battlefield, there are still less than a hundred Japanese troops alive and desperately fighting back, at most two squads.

What is called hanging, this is called hanging. With machine gun fire and melee mortars as the mainstay, supplemented by rifles and submachine guns, the Japanese army, which claimed to be able to defeat a battalion of the Chinese army with a single infantry squadron, was overwhelmed and had no power to fight back.

It turns out that without the support of artillery and aircraft, they do not have two more hands than the Chinese, and they will be beaten to tears, especially when the Chinese army still has an advantage in firepower.

Of course, even if the situation was so difficult, as a permanent division, the strong Japanese army did not fail to try to counterattack, and they also had seven or eight light machine guns and eight grenadiers, and they also poured out their indomitable and angry on the position of the rock battalion.

It's just that the firepower is too weak, and it is also aimless.

God is fair, the Rock Camp can't see them clearly, and the dust also blinds them. The Japanese army's invisible, slightly weak firepower was a great threat to the Rock Battalion, which was divided into three-sided and three-dimensional positions.

That is, more than a dozen officers and men of the Rock Battalion who were unlucky were hit by shrapnel from grenades or stray bullets, killing 6 people and wounding 14 others. This loss is not small, but for the more than 200 casualties of the Japanese army, it is completely negligible.

Of course, these losses were not caused by the Japanese infantry, who were beaten by the torrent of bullets and heavy shells.

Rather, it was two Type 94 small bean dicing tank cars.

Yes, the reason why Yoshio dared to let two infantry brigades into the gorge without hesitation last month was that the two 94 reconnaissance tanks seconded from the divisional tank brigade were also one of his strengths.

The mountain road in Taihang Mountain is very narrow, but after reconnaissance, this road can completely pass through a carriage with a width of 2 meters, and there is no problem with the reconnaissance type 94 tank with a length of only 3.2 meters and a width of only 1.6 meters.

There are two "invulnerable" level ironclad vehicles in charge, not to mention that the army major general is very stable, even the Japanese army who entered the canyon is also very stable. The 94 tank, equipped with two 7.7mm machine guns, can completely block and kill gods and see Buddhas here, and it is definitely not a big killer that the Chinese can resist.

In fact, the 94 small bean dices on the left and right wings are indeed bullforks, and when the bullets splash like a scoop, they can't penetrate the 16 mm thick turtle shell, even if the mortar explodes two or three meters away, it doesn't cause any substantial damage, and the three tank crews sit in it safely, and by the way, they protect a group of Japanese soldiers who are cowering behind the tank.

They did not dare to move, and the ground was full of friendly troops lying on their stomachs to avoid the splashing bullets, and they drove up a few meters casually, and the tracks were destined to be covered with flesh and blood, and they could only stand up and shoot indiscriminately at the Chinese positions that fired at them on three sides with the two machine guns on the vehicle.

The four 7.7 mm machine guns were lethal even if they were fired indiscriminately, and at least four of the six soldiers who died were killed by machine gun bullets in the head and chest.

It can be said that the Japanese army can still have two remaining squads, and these two small beans have contributed a lot.

However, with a clear vision, their good days are also over.

From two minutes earlier, Ling Hong had ordered four infantry squads of bazooka groups to leave their positions and crawl towards the Japanese positions.

The Little Douding tank is about 300 meters away from the position, and with the 150-meter range of the bazooka, as long as it lurks and advances 150 meters, it can kill them.

All the attention of the remaining Japanese troops was focused on the three-sided terraced positions that they could gradually see encircling them, either looking for cover in panic to take refuge, or mustering up the courage to shoot at the Rock Camp position under the fierce roar of the military cao or squad leader.

As for the captain of the squadron, who was the highest-ranking lieutenant, he was killed at the beginning of the battle, before there was a big explosion in the canyon.

The Japanese captain wearing white gloves and holding a command knife stood proudly at Taniguchi looking at the mountain village 1,000 meters away.

As soon as the flare rose into the sky, three bullets took the life of the Japanese captain.

On the battlefield, you can pretend to be a grandson, but you must not pretend to be forced. Once it is installed, it will be voted a female fetus in the next life, and that thing may be owned for the rest of its life without pretending.