October 2, the third day of the Battle of Jiujiang.

The Japanese army, which suffered heavy casualties, did not stop the attack, and the commander of the 106th Division, Junrokuro Matsuura, transferred all the baggage soldiers and sanitary soldiers in the rear and sent them to the combat units on the front, and the remnants of the 113th and 145th Wings were also assembled and replenished to the 123rd and 147th Wings.

Before the attack, it should be the artillery units that bombarded each other first, but today's artillery bombardment on both sides was much smaller than that of the previous two days, and the Japanese army was out of shells, and it was out of stock. Peng Mengji, the commander-in-chief of the artillery of the squadron, has already issued a death order, and the artillery implements the principle of "three no-hits", and does not fight without observing relevant data, does not fight a single or a small number of stragglers, and does not fight the Japanese troops that have built bunkers.

"How many shells were fired today, and why are there so few?" Finding that his cannon sound was like a firecracker hanging from a grave, and it didn't move after a while, Junrokuro Matsuura asked the commander of the 6th Brigade of the Field Heavy Artillery next to him, Major General Ishida Hodo.

"More than 2,500 shots."

"Eight... What, only more than 2500 shots were hit! Didn't you still hit more than 13,000 yesterday? ”

"I fought more than 30,000 the day before yesterday," Ishida sneered, but he still had to comfort him, "Matsuura-kun, there will be another 500 shots, but they can only be fired sporadically, and they can't be suppressed." ”

Hearing this, Matsuura had no temper at all, the Japanese army had a lot of artillery, more than 200 guns, but the shells could not be supplied at all, even if it was supplied through the Yangtze River, it was very difficult. To the Japanese army's frustration, the Chinese Air Force shifted the focus of its attack to the Japanese transport line on the Yangtze River, and three days earlier, a Japanese transport ship loaded with artillery shells was destroyed by the Chinese Air Force on the river surface of Zongyang, causing a loud noise that shook both sides of the river.

The mortar unit also stopped, and it was again on the Guichi River near Zongyang, a ship transporting mortar shells ran into a mine, and yesterday's mortars were still a little useful, and today Songpu simply arranged them into the infantry sequence.

There were many more difficulties than imagined, but Matsuura had to fight hard, and the war was fought until now, and no one could take a step back, even if the entire division was wiped out, he had to continue.

There is a workaround for everything, what if there are no shells? With meat bullets!

The Japanese soldiers with white cloths wrapped around their heads rushed to the position of the squadron like madmen, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Poured one after another, poured one nest after another, fell one group and came again, and the attacking Japanese army was like a chip on a crazy gambler, pressed up by batches and consumed by batches and draped horizontally.

The captain of the 2nd Brigade of the 147th Wing of the Japanese Army, Yutaka Nagai, was shirtless and brandished a saber. Under his command, the Japanese army's demolition advance team launched wave after wave of charges, rushing through the meat bombs, across the pile of flesh formed by the corpses, over the barbed wire fence of the squadron, across the trench, and launched a fierce attack on the position of the squadron.

Regardless of the huge casualties during the advance, all the mountain artillery of the Japanese army was pushed to the front line, and even advanced to a distance of less than 200 meters from the squadron to open fire.

The Japanese army learned the lesson of the first two days, and built simple bunkers everywhere they went, although it was time-consuming and laborious to dig these trenches, but once they were built, they could greatly reduce the casualties of the front-line attacking troops, and some infantry carried bamboo ladders to erect trenches and climb hanging walls.

When the two armies met, the brave won, and the Japanese were determined to use their bushido spirit to break through the strongest defensive line.

In a heavy machine gun bunker on the front line of the 107th Division, the machine guns were hot, the barrels had turned red, the shooters desperately pulled the handlebars, the ammunition soldiers held the canvas bullet chains, and the shells fell down like running water, laying a thick layer. The busiest thing here is not the shooters, but the transporters, who have to add water to each bullet chain, and the water has to be transported from the second-line positions several miles away, and in the communication trenches, the transporters who transport bullets and cold water carry them on their heads, carry them on their backs, and carry them on their shoulders, shuttling back and forth.

Piled up layers of bullet casings, in exchange for mountains of corpses, fields, ditches, valleys, everywhere are Japanese corpses in yellow military uniforms, these corpses are not intact, the powerful impact of the bullets of the 792 heavy machine gun can often completely break the tissues of the human body, the Japanese soldiers who were hit without exception, have huge wounds on their bodies, and the soldiers with multiple guns in their bodies can even be broken limbs.

Some Japanese soldiers were still dead, but they were wriggling underground, forming a most miserable scene on the battlefield.

Seeing that his death squad was about to rush to the opponent's position, but was killed by the hidden firepower, the captain Yutaka Kawai was furious, he howled, held a saber in his right hand, and rushed out of the infantry bunker.

This ancestral knife looks very bright in the sun, and the reflected light almost blinds the eyes of a ** sniper, for this kind of character who doesn't know life and death, obviously has to teach him a lesson. The sniper slipped the dude's head into the scope, took two deep breaths, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang", a gunshot rang out, and the bullet drilled through Kawai's left cheek, and a colorful grand show was held inside the head, protruding from the right temple, taking away a rain of blood, and walking away.

Kawai stumbled and his screams stopped abruptly.

Immediately, the Japanese army retaliated, and a grenadier accurately hit the sniper's single bunker, and the sniper was killed instantly.

Finally, the Japanese broke through the blockade line of heavy machine guns, and most of the Japanese troops could not enter the improvised bunkers to hide, so they could only look for the foundations of the earth-covered ridges and roads as cover, and then use this cover to carry out a surprise attack.

The mortar shells of the squadron fell from the sky, and the mortar shooters who had already measured all kinds of data, according to the instructions of the observers on the top of the mountain, accurately fired the mortar shells one by one, and there was no absolutely safe place in any area.

The Japanese infantry artillery immediately began to counterattack, but most of the mortars were located in the anti-slope position on the mountain, and it was even more difficult to hit the hidden mortar position across a hill than to win the jackpot.

Artillery is not good? With meat bullets!

Heavy machine gun fire too hard? With meat bullets!

Trenches and overhangs are not easy to cross? With meat bullets!

The mortar threat is too great? With meat bullets!

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The frantic charge seemed to have become a panacea for the Japanese army to solve the problem, and when they encountered difficulties, the advance team with a white cloth on their heads howled and rushed forward, rushing one and then a second.

This kind of Banzai assault still has an effect, and there are already mountains that have been lost, and many positions have been repeatedly contested.

The equipment of the 26th Army is considered to be the best in China, but the firepower cannot cover all areas, and the Japanese squads are like mercury, drilling through the gaps, and often using death squads and ** bags to destroy ** firepower points.

In the face of the opponent who played with his life, the squadron had to accompany them to play with their lives, one after another troops through the communication trenches, reinforcements to various positions, officers below the regiment commander, all put into the line of fire, the regiment commander and above, including the commander-in-chief and army commander Xu Ming, also came to the front line to command.

The battle is heating up.

"Onboard!" With the earth-shattering shouts, the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front of the ** position screamed wildly, and rushed to the ** position with hideous faces and bayonets.

** Climbed out of the position one after another, the battalion commander Tao Jurong took the sapper shovel and rushed down the hillside, facing a charging devil, condescendingly, and swept over with a shovel.

With a "bell", sparks flew everywhere, and the bayonet and the sapper shovel collided violently.

With the power from top to bottom, the bayonet was immediately smashed, and the devil was extremely fierce, and his equipment was destroyed, not only did he not retreat, but he also rubbed his body straight up, trying to seize Tao Jurong's weapon.

Seeing this, Tao Jurong turned into a smash, and the sapper shovel smashed straight towards the devil's head with the wind, and the devil couldn't dodge, and the head and the sapper shovel made zero-distance contact again.

Whether the head is hard or the sapper shovels hard is obviously not a problem. After Tao Jurong got this opponent, he killed the other pair.

A short, thick devil and a tall, thin Chinese soldier scuffled together, the Chinese rifle and the Type 38 rifle were thrown aside, the two of them pinched each other's necks, their faces were flushed, their tongues sticked out, and neither of them would let go.

Tao Jurong saw the opportunity, held the root of the sapper shovel with both hands, and cut it at the devil's calf.

The sharp blade immediately cut off the devil's calf, the devil screamed, his hands were loosened, and he fainted completely, Tao Jurong was about to make up for it, and the commander of a devil held a saber and howled and pounced...

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