Chapter 631: Charge
The divisional artillery regiment of the 103rd Division had 24 55-mm howitzers and 26 105-mm light howitzers. Now these fifty cannons are constantly unleashing destructive shells on the battlefield. Countless shells whizzing towards the enemy exploded in the Soviet tank group.
"Quick, load!"
"Bang dang!"
"Boom!" A flash of fire erupted, and two seconds later, another blaze erupted in front of him.
The artillery regiment of the 103rd Division was very effective, but it also attracted the return fire of the Soviet artillery, and with the extension of the Soviet artillery fire, the artillery regiment was also attacked by the Soviet artillery and lost six guns, so the two sides gradually staged an artillery battle.
"Main seat, why doesn't our artillery fire hit the tanks in front?" A soldier asked his company commander with some surprise, but was reprimanded by the main seat, "What do you care about so much, if you let the artillery run out, what do you want us infantry to do?" Grab your guns and prepare to attack the infantry following behind the tanks. ”
"Yes!" The soldier returned to his firing position with some grievances.
In fact, what the soldiers didn't know was that the officers were also secretly anxious in their hearts, and if there was no cover of artillery fire, the enemy's tanks would not be able to hold back the enemy for long without the anti-tank trench and barbed wire in front of the position.
"Anti-tank gun ready!" With the inexhaustible advance of Soviet tanks, the officers on the position ordered the soldiers to push the 55-57 mm anti-tank guns equipped in the army into the position.
This is a small-caliber anti-tank gun, equipped with armor-piercing shells, armor-piercing shells and grenades, mainly used for anti-tank operations, but also as a cannon to impact ground targets, its armor-piercing ability has also reached 100 mm, and each battalion of the Chinese National Defense Forces is equipped with four.
"Put!" With the order, the 12.2 kg armor fragmentation warhead was fired by the powerful thrust after the explosion of the kit.
When the turret of the 734 tank on the battlefield was hit by the armor fragmentation bullet, the thin shell was deformed or shattered under the action of the huge impact force, and the hope explosive inside was tightly pasted to the armor profile like a plaster, neither shattering nor scattering. Under the action of the time-delay fuse, the explosives pasted on the outside of the armor exploded, and the resulting shock wave acted on the armor with tens of billions of pascal pressure, and the huge force was transmitted to the armor, as if hitting the wall with a hammer, the wall did not penetrate, but the wall skin on the back was about to peel off, causing a butterfly-shaped fragment weighing several thousand grams and dozens of small fragments to fall on the inner wall.
When countless falling shrapnel splashed at a speed across the speed of sound in the tiny compartment of the tank, the consequences could be imagined on the knees. The battlefield also showed turtle shells that did not look deformed, but the members and equipment inside the tank were killed and destroyed.
"Quick, hurry up, rush up is victory!"
Major General Mazilov did not pay attention to the burning or motionless tanks next to him after being hit, and just desperately urged the troops to rush forward.
The tanks in the shock kept firing shells at the positions of the Huaxia army on the opposite side, and these tankers knew that their attack time was only a little more than an hour, and if they were not allowed to attack the positions of the Huaxia people before dawn and mingle with them, they would only expect their own destruction when the opponent's planes arrived.
Five hundred meters, a distance on the battlefield is not too short to say long, and a charging army can cover this distance in just a few minutes to break through the enemy's position.
Of course, this also means that they have entered the effective range of almost all weapons except pistols and grenades on the side of the defense, this distance is not long or short, and there have been cases in history where the attacker cannot break through this short five hundred meters even if it sheds blood, but that situation is limited to infantry.
The 103rd Infantry Division's position was a 5-kilometer-long complex line of trenches, firing holes, bunkers, and heavy weapons firing points, each of which was 150 meters apart.
These trenches are all up to two meters deep, plus breastwall bunkers and other objects, a person in the trench can not see the outside clearly, if the first trench is breached, these winding trenches are sure to make the enemy troops who enter the trench dizzy. In addition, many hidden firing bunkers were built in each trench, which was enough to shoot the enemy troops into a hornet's nest.
At this time, the Soviet tanks were already less than two hundred meters away from the first line of defense after losing dozens of tanks, and even large-caliber pistols at this distance had a certain lethality, not to mention machine guns and rifles.
At this time, the bullets on the Huaxia Army's position sprinkled into the Soviet tank formation like splashing water, hitting the shell of the tank and making a "bell" sound. The Soviet tanks were naturally fine, but the infantry that followed closely behind the tanks suffered, and countless ricochets and stray bullets flew everywhere, causing the infantry behind to complain.
"Whoosh...." A black shadow, barely visible to the naked eye, flew towards a leading 7-34 tank, a fifty-seven millimeter armor-piercing shell.
When a warhead weighing 12.6 kilograms hits a hard object head-on at a speed of 1,260 meters per second, the destructive power of the two is undoubtedly very staggering. The brass cap of the first warhead did not have much destructive power on the tank, but due to the action of huge inertia, the soft brass did not fall off after touching the hard shell of the 734, but left a dimple on the outside of the tank, and then the hard warhead behind it, the steel armor-piercing warhead continued to move along the original premises, and easily pierced into the turret of the 734 tank under the action of huge kinetic energy. The powerful air pressure brought by the high-speed penetration of the armor by the shells, as well as the fragments of the armor that were torn and crumbled, caused a storm of blood in the narrow interior space of the 7-34 tank. In an instant, the tank turned into a steel coffin that carried death.
But this is not the end, because the ammunition of the 734 tank is built-in ammunition, that is to say, the ammunition is placed next to the loader, and there is no way to protect it, so the violent high temperature and impact detonated the ammunition inside the tank, and under this violent explosion, the turret of the 734 tank finally flew into the sky in a burst of explosion, and the personnel inside also instantly became molecules in a state of gas in the strong high temperature.
"Rush up, everybody rush for me!" Major General Mazilov, the commander of the Soviet tank division, who had been supervising the battle in the back, actually didn't care about the losses and casualties of the army at this time, in his eyes he only had the enemy's position, and if he could not break through the position of the Chinese army in the shortest possible time, what he expected would be destruction.
The Wehrmacht's return fire could not be said to be sharp, but under the surprise attack of the Soviet troops, regardless of casualties, the first Soviet tank finally rushed to the position of the Chinese army. "Beat him down, if we let it rush in, we'll be finished!" The old squad leader on the position saw that a Soviet tank had rushed to the position of the nearby three platoons, and knew that if the tank was not stopped as soon as possible and it rampage through the position, the gap in the position would be quickly washed away like a river bank bursting an embankment.
Zhang Danian put the rifle aside at this time, holding a rocket launcher commonly known as the 40 bazooka in his hand, and his eyes were firmly locked on the front at this time. The power of this 40 rocket launcher is quite impressive, but its range of 100 meters is too close to be expounded in a positional battle where they start firing at each other at the edge of a thousand meters or two.
"Bazooka, beat him down!"
At this time, the voice of the old squad leader sounded beside him at the right time.
Zhang Danian did not hesitate to aim at the Soviet tank that had just broken into the position, and pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh!" With a whistling, a 40 rocket whistled into the flank of the tank in a flash of orange fire.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, the tanks that were scurrying around the position rose a puff of black smoke and stopped.
… Young, bazooka hurried to the approaching tanks, machine guns blocked the enemy infantry! "An anxious voice came from behind, it turned out that the company commander rushed over from behind, this young company commander's face was covered with sweat and gunsmoke at this time, and he didn't know whether he was tired or afraid, but no matter what the situation was, I believe that this battle must be of great significance to his future growth." Rumble! There was another loud bang ahead, a 734 tank burst into flames, the flames jumped up four or five meters high, the blackened turret was crooked to the side, a tanker was struggling to climb out of the tank turret with blazing flames, but halfway through the climb there was no more news, the charred limbs hung outside the turret like a dead branch, and the turret was still spewing flames outward.
Under the onslaught of the Soviet army's lost arm, the fire of the forward positions had begun to become disorganized, and the Soviet infantry, which was closely following the tanks, had already partially rushed to the front of the Wehrmacht positions under the cover of the tanks. Lined up in a dense formation like locusts, wearing a gray-brown military uniform that had broken for a day, carrying rudimentary equipment on their backs, carrying a domed steel helmet that was almost indiscernible in their original color, holding a long, gray Mosingana-style rifle that had faded its luster, and screaming meaningless notes in their mouths, the Soviet soldiers rushed towards the position.
On the position of the Wehrmacht, Zhang Danian had already put down the bazooka, picked up the five or six rifles again and fired bullets in front, at this time he no longer needed to aim, because he found that the dense level of Soviet soldiers in front of him had reached the realm of being able to shoot at any time, and a close contact battle was about to occur.