On the Japanese artillery positions outside Qingdao, the Japanese artillerymen were either shirtless or wearing only a thin shirt, with white around their heads, like a group of dock coolies.

"Hey! Get it on! ”

Several Japanese soldiers sweated profusely and stuffed a heavy artillery shell into the barrel, and the 280mm siege howitzer squatted on the ground like a toad, and the thick black muzzle pointed obliquely to the sky. It was these large-caliber artillery pieces that contributed to the capture of Arthur Fortress by the Japanese Army in the Russo-Japanese War, so the Japanese army also worked tirelessly to transport them from the mainland this time, and after unloading the ships at Longkou or Laoshan Bay, they were pulled to the front line by forcibly captured Chinese coolies.

Japan and Germany were at war, but the Chinese people shed the most blood and sweat, which could not help but make people feel inexplicably sad.

In the trenches of the starting position, Japanese soldiers rolled up their sleeves one by one, and their rifles were already plugged in front of their rifles. Heads in yellow hats poked out of the trenches, waiting for their artillery fire to flatten the opposing line to the ground.

In the eyes of the Japanese infantry, the long fortress-like lines of the German army looked lower than the walls of some of China's smaller county towns, and it was almost impossible to climb them with the need for stairs. Of course, the Japanese need to be at least close to there before that, and they can't be too short. Many self-aware Japanese soldiers even had spare trouser belts ready for the soldiers in front to pull themselves on.

On that line, there were rotatable turrets at intervals, and apart from the stubby barrels and the concrete that was wrapped around the steel core, they were not much different from the turrets on the ships. As long as they were not directly hit by large-caliber shells, they would have caused great damage to the Japanese infantry in the charge.

During the battle, the German infantry hid behind that line and fired. At this time, most of the people were safely sheltered in the hidden trenches.

In front of this line of defense, large areas of barbed wire left no passages, and every step the Japanese took was threatened by barbed wire and mines. In the barbed wire area, trenches of varying depths and widths made the ground very unsightly, but they were effective in holding out all mechanized weapons of the Japanese army, with the possible exception of tanks.

Faced with such a strong defensive line, the Japanese cavalry could only helplessly stay far behind the battlefield. In fact, considering that most of the battles were fortified battles, the Japanese only transported a small number of cavalry from the mainland and Korea this time, and in the event of a sudden attack from other directions, their ability to quickly maneuver to supplement the defense was very weak. However, the Japanese did not think about this at all, because most of the Allied armed forces in China were already surrounded by them in Qingdao.

After the air raids, the Japanese fleet no longer dared to approach Jiaozhou Bay, but carried out a tight blockade and patrol in the open sea. After the threat from the sea was greatly reduced, the garrisons of some coastal forts were also brought in to reinforce the land defenses. Hartman's squad, which had previously belonged to the garrison of Huiquanjiao Fortress and was known as the composition of the Qingdao defenders, was also ordered to come to this defensive line.

Corporal Hartmann's mustache is still very characterful, Private Schmidt's blonde hair is still so curly, Private Blanc is still so rich, Private Bampard's skin has not darkened at all because of the scorching sun on the seaside, and Austrian Corporal Tiffett's military uniform is still so distinctive.

As the black soldiers lined up ahead of them, Schmidt poked Bomgard lightly with his elbow, "My black friend, why didn't you go back to your companions?" ”

"After our regiment was broken up and replenished to the units, there was no order to reconcentrate. Those are the soldiers of another 3 regiments! Bampard is not as talkative as he used to be, especially since these people take good care of themselves.

"Look at how neat and powerful their steps are! Why do all these guys look so strong? Schmidt, I bet neither of you are their opponent! The Austrian said with a smile.

"I'm afraid so! Look at our Bomgard, every part of his body is black muscles, even that place is stronger than the average person, hahaha! Schmidt laughed unbridledly.

The other officers sitting next to him didn't mind this, and no one wanted to be ruthless to the end before the battle.

On a flat land near Linyi, more than 200 kilometers southwest of Qingdao, tens of thousands of people stood in the black. Some of these people were dressed in blue-gray military uniforms, some were dressed in ordinary people's clothes, and basically each of them carried a rifle on their backs, but these rifles looked of different models, and many of them did not even have bayonets, so it seemed that this was a ragtag army.

There are dozens of heavy machine guns and several infantry guns in the open space in front of these people, the machine guns seem to be Russian-made heavy machine guns, which belong to the weapons left by the Russian army in the Russo-Japanese War and did not fall into the hands of the Japanese army.

In this mixed team, there are a few pieces that look a little more neat. One of them, made up of hundreds of soldiers with machetes and revolvers at their waists, was the assault team of this unit; the other is a soldier in a neat uniform, carrying a Mauser rifle on his back, which is the elite platoon gun regiment of this army; In this team, there was also a large group of stout men riding tall horses, numbering more than 3,000 people, most of them were bandit troops who had been recruited, full of gangsterism but looking fierce in combat.

The whole flat ground was full of buzzing talk, but no one was making a loud noise.

When a man dressed in a marshal's military uniform with a clean face that concentrated Western characteristics walked to the temporary small platform in front of the flat ground, the place finally fell silent.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, the marshal spoke with a big grin:

"Hello brothers!"

"Hello handsome!" The soldiers shouted in unison, and in addition to "kill", they also shouted this sentence most neatly.

"Today, we're going to go on another expedition!"

"Oh ......" the soldiers cheered, in their opinion, only through continuous conquest can they get promoted, get paid, marry a daughter-in-law and have sons, people seem to go back to the Warring States period thousands of years ago, back to the era of advocating conquest and mutual conflict.

"However, we are not going to fight Wang Hezi today, nor are we going to fight Hu Cannon, we are going to fight the Japanese devils. Brothers, are you afraid? Dashuai's masculine voice echoed in people's ears.

The soldiers were a little surprised, they looked at each other, and then the voices of "not afraid" came and went.

"Are you afraid or not?" The big boss roared angrily.

"Don't be afraid!" This time, the soldiers finally spoke in unison.

"The Japanese devils, also known as the Japanese Wokos, have been bullying us since hundreds of years ago! Can you bear it when they kill our parents, rape our sisters, and use our brothers as donkeys and horses? ”

"Can't!" The soldiers replied without thinking.

Regarding the reaction of the soldiers, the marshal looked very satisfied, "Very good, you are all my Huang Yida's good soldiers, and you are all real men!" ”

"The Japanese have 100,000 people on the outskirts of Qingdao, they have bayonets, they have machine guns, they have artillery, we may die, maybe we will be wiped out!"

The soldiers did not talk, but looked intently at the big marshal on the stage.

A cool breeze blew, and the scene suddenly looked extremely solemn.

"When I am Huang Yida's soldiers, you can escape; When I ring the soldiers of the horse army, you can be afraid of death; However, as Chinese today, we are going to fight against the Japanese devils, and we must not escape from the battle, and we must be worthy of thousands of dead compatriots! ”

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, "I'm dead with the Japanese devil!" The soldiers also shouted.

Everyone has long heard of the evil deeds of the Japanese in the Russo-Japanese War, and since the Japanese army landed in Longkou this time, the atrocities against the people of Shandong are even more obvious to all.

When the morale was extremely high, Huang Yida waved his hand and signaled the army to set off.

"Dashuai didn't say a foul word today!" The adjutant muttered, looking moved.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes, his beloved marshal said to the soldier next to him:

", this time we have to **** those Japanese! Grandma's, all the mother-in-laws brought by the Japanese are **** there! Brother, you're done ****, **** is done him! ”

The group of soldiers was still very polite, "No, no, no, the big handsome first, the big guy first!" ”

By the time this simple local Chinese warlord army was deployed, the positions on the outskirts of Qingdao were already in a shaky explosion.

German soldiers, Austrian soldiers, African soldiers of the Foreign Legion all nestled in bunkers and silently endured the shaky environment, which for many people who had never ridden in a car, could experience the feeling of motion sickness in advance.

The sound of the explosions continued to hit everyone's eardrums, and the soldiers covered their ears and opened their mouths wide as they had done in training, hoping that the Japanese shelling would end sooner rather than later, so that the pain would be doubled on the Japanese infantry.

The Japanese seemed to have made up their minds to destroy the German fortifications, and their bombardment continued from breakfast to tea time, causing the German-Austrian soldiers to miss tea and lunch in succession, but they did not even have time to drink afternoon tea before they hurried to their positions.

The long section of the front of the defense line was baptized by countless Japanese shells, and the scorched earth in the crater was still emitting light smoke, and even the air was warmed, and some of the fortifications were even a little hot to the touch. The barbed wire fence in front of the defense line was full of craters, and many wooden or iron piles were thrown far away, and large areas of barbed wire were torn apart.

The soldiers did not have time to appreciate this masterpiece of the cannon era, and the yellow figures of the Japanese soldiers had already appeared in their field of vision. The Japanese infantrymen, bayonets, surrounded by a tank and seven or eight trucks with steel plates on their fronts, babbled in this direction.

The battle was personally commanded by the rookie Major General Miyamoto Fu, a rookie officer in the Japanese Army's Young Zhuang faction, and at the age of 33, he was one of the most promising generals in the army. The young Major General Miyamoto had devoted half of his forces to the first wave of the assault, and he expected that the nearly 50,000 soldiers of the three divisions would be able to storm the main German position, which had been slightly damaged by the shelling, so that the steel turrets that Germany was proud of would have to wait for the Japanese soldiers to enter and occupy them.

While the German soldiers were busy getting into their positions and preparing their weapons, the turrets on the defensive line were already firing. It seems that the heavy shells of the Japanese did not cause much damage to them, and it seems that only one turret has been blown open as far as the eye can see, and thick smoke is pouring out of the breach.

Soldiers on both sides were excited by the sound of the shelling, and one shell after another fell into the crowd of Japanese soldiers, lifting the severed limbs and even the entire person into the air, and then scattered in all directions on a large area of land nearby. Perhaps, this is the only contribution that the Japanese have made to this land.

The remaining Japanese soldiers did not care about these shells, they completely put casualties at the bottom of the list, as they did in the attack on the fortress of Arthur, and as long as they could break through that line, the number of deaths was acceptable to the Japanese commander and the military department.

As the yellow crowd gradually poured in front of the barbed wire area, the mines left behind in the shelling began to exert their power, and in the intermittent explosions, the Japanese limbs were thrown better and farther away, fully adhering to the Olympic spirit of higher, faster, and farther, which is the only place where the Japanese soldiers deserve the praise of the world.

Before the Japanese soldiers could rejoice that they were close enough to the German line, the dense gunfire that erupted from that line almost instantly fulfilled their desire to serve the emperor. The bullets fired from machine guns and rifles by the German soldiers formed an all-metal single act, sending all the Japanese who came into range to hell. Sometimes a Japanese soldier would even be hit with several bullets, and his intestines would be rotten in an instant, and by the way, he could admire the color of his internal organs.

Despite the high density and penetration of the metal barrage made by the Germans, a larger number of Japanese soldiers continued to push into the main positions of the German lines. When more and more Japanese soldiers were passing through the barbed wire area, the artillery behind the German line finally dragged out the rapid-fire guns hidden in the bunkers and completed the firing preparations. More and more Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground, their yellow uniforms already stained with blood in an ugly yellow and white color.

It was not until the Japanese suppressed artillery fire sounded again that the sound of German rapid-fire guns stopped. The German artillerymen were busy moving their artillery to the new artillery positions, and the Japanese took advantage of this gap to speed up the charge.

Miyamoto's hand holding the binoculars trembled, and tens of thousands of soldiers had fallen in his proud charging procession, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his face. At this time, the future star of the army is like Takeda Katsuyori who watched his cavalry being slaughtered by the Oda rifles.

However, despair did not come to Major General Miyamoto's heart, because his skill in squandering the lives of soldiers had not yet reached that of his predecessor, General Nogi Noshinori, who was the ancestor who used the "****" tactic, and what Miyamoto is doing now is nothing more than carrying forward this tactic.

All in all, in the minds of these Japanese generals, these Japanese soldiers who have been trained in the spirit of bushido, their lives seem to be less valuable than the grains of rice in their rice bowls.

After paying a heavy price, the Japanese soldiers finally rushed to a distance of several hundred meters from the main German position, and many soldiers fell down in the trenches and began to shoot cover, and their bullets also brought the first wave of casualties after the artillery shelling to the Germans. As soon as the Japanese soldiers lying there were glad that they had escaped the German artillery fire, the bombs in the shape of a wave fell silently from the top of their heads, and many Japanese did not know what had happened when they were dying.

Could it be that the arm strength of the Germans could throw a grenade so far?

No, these are the mortars that the Japanese thought were inferior to mortars and had inferior range to howitzers, and they were thrown aside, and their approximate perfect arcs made it impossible for Japanese soldiers to hide in dirty trenches.

"The second wave of soldiers is following!"

Miyamoto unequivocally lined up the second wave of one and a half divisions in reserve, and the impact of the Japanese army suddenly increased a lot. The Japanese soldiers, who were suppressed by German fire at the front, also became excited, and they rose up and continued to charge despite the rain of bullets, and the yellow wave began to slowly advance after a pause.

"Bayonet ready!"

When the loud slogan was raised, all the German soldiers stuck their bayonets into the front of their rifles and fired while waiting for the order to charge.

When the Japanese rushed fifty or sixty meters below the low wall, the yellow wave finally stopped again. This was not only due to the terrifying penetration of German machine gun and rifle bullets at this distance, but also the result of the gaps left by the rapid-fire guns in the Japanese ranks. It wasn't until the soldiers behind them came up that the Japanese soldiers finally rushed under the low wall irresistibly.

"Charge!"

The shouts of the German commanders and the sharp whistles sounded together, and one by one the German men jumped off the low wall and rushed to the Japanese soldiers, and the momentum of the pair of big feet stepping on the ground deeply shocked the poor Japanese soldiers. As in the presence of the Russian soldiers, the Japanese had to rely on their sophisticated bayonet fighting tactics to compensate for their physical inferiority.

When Bombard, who was 1.88 meters tall and weighed 88 kilograms, fell from the sky, the eyes of several Japanese soldiers opposite him were full of fear, as if they had seen a gorilla with amazing combat effectiveness. The rolled up cuffs revealed the thick forearms, the gray military uniform could not hide the strong muscles, and against the background of the dark skin, Borgard's gaze was cold and fierce.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The mustachioed corporal Hartmann, the blonde Private Schmidt, the rich Private Blanck, and the Austrian Corporal Tiffett all appeared behind Bomgard, each of whom was larger than the Japanese soldiers in front of him, almost like adults and children fighting each other. They straightened their rifles, their bayonets shining coldly at the Japanese soldiers.

In the center of the Japanese assault line, a whole brigade of Japanese soldiers retreated again and again.

Although it was not the first time I had seen a black man, the scene of thousands of black soldiers appearing in front of him like demons could not be described in the word horror.

Maybe they're just just as useless as the Russian soldiers!

The Japanese officers and soldiers comforted themselves in this way, but they would soon taste the power of the "Black Storm"!