The current battlefield situation is that the Japanese army's death-defying squad of more than 30 people is still alive under the fierce fire of submachine guns, and the two infantry squadrons with dozens of casualties more than 200 meters away are suppressed and unable to move.

At the same time, Hatori Nakasa no longer had much heavy firepower to support his two infantry squadrons.

At this time, not only did the nine 82-caliber mortars begin to drop shells into the infantry formation in the rear, but the six 60-caliber mortars that had been silent also began to fire, and on average, nearly 300 Japanese troops hiding in various bunkers on the hillside and firing at a battalion and a company were subjected to at least 40 mortar shells every 10 seconds.

As many as fifteen mortars, the incessant terrifying sound of opening beer bottles became a nightmare that the Japanese invaders would experience every night after the remnants of this offensive and defensive battle.

Everyone knows where the shells will fall, and no matter where you're hiding, the horrific shells that rain down from the sky and turn ten meters into hell could put you in shrapnel range.

In a sense, mortars designed to kill and injure infantry were even more painful for Japanese troops hiding on the hillside than larger-caliber mountain guns and howitzers. A charge of 0.5 kg or less does not produce a strong shock wave, but more irregular shell fragments make it safe to dig a hole and hide in the ground.

Even if you're lying on your stomach, you may be beaten into a sieve by the fragments of shells flying around.

When it comes to killing, cannons are always more powerful than guns. Don't look at the 16 light machine guns and 4 MG42 heavy machine guns in the first company of the Independent Regiment, which are semi-automatic and Sumi, and in half an hour, more than 30,000 bullets were fired, but the Japanese soldiers killed and wounded were only nearly 100.

More than 300 rounds of ammunition to deal with an enemy is already more efficient than the level of the entire World War II.

However, compared to the results of the battle that had been done by the mortars for a minute since they began to bombard the infantry, it was really weak.

In one minute, more than 200 shells were fired from the fifteen mortars on the positions of the Independent Regiment. Although the position was more than 800 meters wide, it was no problem to drop an average of one shell per dozen meters from the horizontal line distance, excluding superimposed bombardment.

This also means that even if the Japanese infantry is completely hiding in the form of a skirmishing line, it will hide from the density of a Japanese army every two or three meters on average, and it is a tragedy to face this terrible density of bombardment with an average of one shell falling every ten meters.

Luckily, even if the shell exploded two meters away from him, there was only a splash of dust in the shell crater, and at most his ears were shocked by the "cannon battle" as if he were deaf, and he lost his hearing in a short time.

If you are lucky, you will stick to the ground desperately, but you will be hit by the scattered rubble or shell fragments, whether it is a leg or an arm, as long as it is not a vital part such as the head, chest and abdomen, although the injury is bleeding and painful, you can still breathe.

Even if it's choking gunsmoke.

Bad luck, unlucky guys, whether you're hiding behind rocks or in a shell crater, a shell that hits or near your head will blow you to pieces.

Of course, such unlucky bastards, after all, are still a minority, and there are only twenty or thirty of them.

Actually, it should be said that the luck is good when he was killed directly and returned to the arms of Amaterasu, and those who were not too lucky were just injured and did not die, and they were really unlucky. A simple first-aid kit may stop the bleeding, but it won't stop the pain. What's even more terrifying is that he has lost his ability to move, and can only lie down and watch the shells continue to fall, and the feeling of being sentenced to death with a reprieve, probably no one wants to try.

A minute of mortar shells rained down, and the Japanese infantry positions were filled with the howl of ghosts and wolves.

Not every soldier is a Chinese-style hero***, no matter how tough the nerves are, when they see their blood flowing like tap water, their muscles cracking like the open mouth of a nursing baby, and the yellow subcutaneous fat can be clearly seen, they will also break.

Crying children have milk to eat, not only for children, who shout loudly, the medical staff will naturally crawl over faster.

"Yaga! Why hasn't there been a military order yet? Hiding in an artillery crater, the Japanese front commander who was looking at the rear anxiously did not mean to take a step forward to the hilltop position at this time.

From the moment the mortar shells rained down, all he could think about was how to lead the infantry out of the range of Chinese fire.

This coincided with his boss more than 1,000 meters away.

It's just that they have the final say on whether to withdraw or not, but whether they can withdraw safely or not is the independent regiment on the top of the hill that has completely gained the upper hand in firepower.

Liu Lang had even been waiting for them to retreat, as long as they dared to aim their butts at the top of the mountain, the mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and semi-automatic rifles would chase after them and beat them until their butts bloomed.

It's not that I like to poke chrysanthemums, but it's the most pleasant thing to beat the water dogs.

"Chi Zao-san, listen to me, that's right!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda looked at the private, who had a white face and continued his brainwashing mode.

But this time, it's not some bullshit that is the most glorious thing to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, and it's not something that the Imperial Japanese Army is invincible. And the main thing is to say, listen to him, run back, how correct.

The big stone they had stayed 300 meters away from the Chinese position was hit by a mortar shell, and most of the people were more than two feet thick and half of the stone was blown in half, if he hadn't ordered the private to drag him to jump left and right, it seemed that he was changing cover, but in fact, he quietly ran back more than a hundred meters away, and the two of them would definitely be much more miserable than the half-broken stone.

Thinking that if he hadn't run fast, he would have turned into a puddle of minced meat to dry in the autumn sun of China and become salted jerky, and both Japanese soldiers felt the urge to tighten their bladders.

Although it was 400 meters away from the Chinese's position, Second Lieutenant Matsuda still didn't feel very safe, and the range of the crazy Chinese's mortars could reach more than 2,000 meters, and it was only safe to stay in the area of Nakasa, the feather bird.

Or perhaps, it is safer to climb a large number of carps 4,000 meters away.

Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who has long had no bottom line, even hopes to return to Shijiazhuang, dozens of kilometers away, if the half of the ball of his foot can be seriously injured.

"Captain Matsuda, what should we do now?" "Sooner or later, I'll die" is not confused at this time.

With such an exaggerated barrage bombing, if you don't help a wounded person slip away, "sooner or later death" is very likely to turn into immediate death.

It can be said that at this time, these two are "Jiao is not separated from Meng, Meng is not out of focus", and no one can do without anyone. One needs someone to help him run away, and the other needs the wounded as a reason, otherwise, if he does not die in the rain of bullets of the Chinese, he will be killed as a deserter.

As for the Imperial Glory Division, the Glory of the Wing, the Glory of the Baga, go to the special mother's! It's more important to be alive.

"Now, we have to report to Captain Hanetori on the battle situation ahead, the mortar and machine gun fire points of the Chinese are far beyond the previous reconnaissance of our army, it is really not suitable to organize a large-scale infantry attack, we should abandon the central position and attack the two flanks." Second Lieutenant Matsuda said with a righteous face.

If you only listen to the sound and do not look at the battlefield situation, you really think that this thing is the most typical Japanese samurai, and for the safety of his colleagues, he does not hesitate to use one leg to brave the enemy's artillery fire and run thousands of meters to report the battle situation to his superiors. An absolute heroic figure of the Japanese army.

Actually, what he meant was that he was still pulling the wool! Hurry up and help Lao Tzu run! Ran all the way to the main formation 2000 meters away.

"Hey!" The mortar in the sky finally woke up the private fool, bowed his head heavily, reached out to help the anxious-eyed second lieutenant, and began to run down the mountain.

At this moment, he no longer had any scruples. Because, he had an important mission, related to the safety of hundreds of Imperial troops on the hillside.

"Are you going to retreat?" Hiroo Simoto, the leader of the chariot squadron, who had also quietly retreated to a boulder nearly 500 meters away, watched in amazement through the observation hole, as the soldier helped a one-legged jumping ensign to fly past his tank.

That speed, it's like a single leg。。。。。

You must know that the Japanese army's communications are not comparable to those of American GIs and the Third Reich, and in this era, they can communicate from the command to the infantry company. Whether they attack or retreat, they are announced by a hand-cranked siren or by the signal flag of the signal corps.

Seeing the two guys leave quickly, Siben Hiroo even thought that there was something wrong with his hearing for a moment, once the extremely harsh siren was issued, he wouldn't be unable to hear it! Even the engine of the tank is still roaring.

He had been waiting for the order to retreat for a long time, and if he didn't run, he probably wouldn't have a chance to run.

In the battle against the machine gun, the 5-0 record made him completely chilled. Without the removal of the hilltop fortifications by planes and 105 howitzers, he would never have climbed this terrible position again.

"No 。。。。。。" The Heavy stuck his head out of the turret, listened carefully for at least ten seconds, and then retracted to give the captain the most accurate answer.

"Yaga! Coward. Siben Hiroo scolded angrily.

But the trace of envy that spontaneously arose in my heart was impossible to tell anyone.

Maybe at this time, being a coward is far better than being a warrior! In this battle, how many imperial warriors will return to the arms of Amaterasu?

Listening to the violent explosion of shells from more than 100 meters away, which almost suppressed the roar of the engine and had not stopped, the face of the Japanese captain showed a trace of sadness.

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