The skin and flesh could no longer show any specific features to the Japanese infantryman as to which part of the human body it belonged to, but it definitely belonged to his comrade.

The Japanese infantry looked at the bloody flesh on their hands in fear. After staying for nearly five seconds, they screamed strangely and ran back. At least seven or eight Japanese infantry imitated the same example and followed the deserter's crazy steps.

Run backwards with short legs.

"Baga!" A Japanese officer with the rank of second lieutenant held a Southern Type 14 pistol and prepared to shoot at his subordinate who was the first to escape.

But as a crisp sound of gunfire rang out, the Japanese officer's arm dropped weakly, and the tortoise box fell into the rushing river, becoming a real tortoise.

The light machine guns on the Chinese position began to take advantage of this opportunity and shoot towards the river through the shooting holes created by the sandbags.

The characteristics of the pistol in the hand of the Japanese officer were too obvious. A Chinese machine gunner discovered it and fired a hail of bullets at him. Therefore, he was not the first Japanese lieutenant to die on this battlefield, but he was definitely the first.

A team leader feeding the fish.

With just this fat, the fish in the Zhuozhang River would have to eat it for many days.

As the saying goes: No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun the bullets! What's more, you are still in the water. Although the Japanese Type 94 armored vehicles have tried their best to provide fire cover, and there are also Japanese grenade launchers not far away, but the Chinese side has two layers of sandbag cover.

However, the light machine gunners and riflemen could condescendingly kill the Japanese troops in the river who began to flee backwards!

According to post-war statistics, even in this first wave, 4 of the 8 infantry squads were declared out of commission. More than 200 Japanese soldiers stayed in the river and under the ditches by the river, but there were surprisingly few wounded soldiers.

No more than 20 people in total.

Because if you are injured in the river and lose the ability to walk, you will basically be swallowed by the surging river water very quickly. Those who survive are basically the chosen ones.

"Baga!" Yoshio Laitani watched helplessly as his soldiers were ruthlessly harvested by the Chinese. It was extremely rare that they took the initiative to retreat. And this was the result of the Chinese not using heavy machine guns. You can imagine the anger in his heart.

"Asshole! Give me the order to Yoshio Raitani. The artillery will continue to bombard the Chinese position in five minutes. The fire preparation time is 15 minutes.

During these 15 minutes, he immediately organized a second wave of attacks. This time the tank squadron could follow his infantry, and the engineers would also carry enough equipment to accompany the infantry. Tell him, I don't want any more difficult terrain, China

Excuses like heavy firepower!" Yamashita was equally furious when he learned over the phone that the front line was frustrated but failed to implement even the most basic tactics.

At this moment, a thunderous 'bang' sound suddenly came from the distance, and Yamashita's eyes, which were already very angry, were even more fierce. He knew that the noise could only be caused by the artillery group, and he did not order the artillery brigade to fire.

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How could the artillery brigade skip his command and provide artillery support to the rear wing? Even if the military situation was urgent, it was against the order.

In other words, the artillery battalion was still two kilometers away from him. Otherwise, the furious Yamashita might have pointed out some loudmouths.

But Yamashita obviously didn't know that the artillery battalion captain who had taken the blame for some reason was looking into the distance with his mouth wide open.

Although the muzzles of the 24 mountain cannons under his command are still emitting green smoke, this is the heat dissipation phenomenon of the previous firing and has nothing to do with the rumbling sound of the cannons.

Moreover, hearing that movement, it was not something that his 24 mountain cannons could have caused.

Those belonged to the Chinese, and the number of artillery pieces was probably no less than that of their artillery brigade. The heart of the Japanese artillery brigade was slowly sinking.

The experience of the old artillerymen is very correct.

The artillery fired this time were 6 150-meter heavy guns and 16 75-meter mountain guns, totaling 22 artillery pieces. The number was roughly the same as that of the Japanese artillery brigade.

However, the 150-weight cannon shell weighs 18 kilograms, which is nearly three times that of the 6.5-kilogram mountain cannon shell. The power is obvious.

In just the first round of shelling, the Japanese troops in the Zhaozhuang area were beaten to the point of crying. The captain of the infantry brigade asked Yamashita for reinforcements three minutes after being shelled.

If the Chinese artillery fire was allowed to continue like this, his already somewhat incomplete infantry brigade would be bombarded to the point of paralysis before nightfall, and its combat effectiveness would be less than half of its previous strength.

On the one hand, the Chinese artillery is extremely powerful, but what is even worse is that their soldiers do not have decent trenches to protect them.

The major captain who originally stayed in the village did not dare to stay any longer. He had reason to suspect that the Chinese would open fire on the village.

Rich combat experience saved the Japanese army major. Within 5 minutes, the Chinese artillery group that found the coordinates of the village extended its artillery fire to the village. The entire village was reduced to powder in 5 minutes.

After the war, according to the captured Japanese battle reports, the infantry brigade lost 166 people in the first wave of artillery, almost an infantry squadron. If there were two more waves, the infantry brigade with more than 700 soldiers would be almost the same.

Facts have proved that not only Chinese soldiers were unable to withstand artillery, but neither were the Japanese.

"What? The Chinese have artillery groups no less numerous than ours?" Yamashita's face turned pale after receiving the telegram, and he sat down on a chair in the small courtyard and remained silent for a long time.

As an army general, he was very aware of the destructive power of artillery.

Without enough cover, his rear wing army is like meat on the Chinese chopping board, and can be cut into pieces as they like.

"Instruct Lieutenant Colonel Yin Teng to the rear. The artillery brigade will give him maximum support and ask him to drag him until the sun sets no matter what. Then he will use all his strength to build fortifications overnight and tell the officers and soldiers of the brigade that this is a time of life and death for the entire brigade. If

If you don't try your best, you will die!" Yamashita tried his best to calm down.

It is no longer that important when to break through the Zhuozhang River. What is important is that the rear wing must not be broken, otherwise, the entire army will be destroyed in front of you.

Perhaps, if he survives this night and waits until the Army aircraft fighter planes find the enemy's artillery position tomorrow and destroy it, he will be able to hold on for a few more days even if he is trapped.

This is the only countermeasure the Japanese general can think of at the moment.

But the Japanese Army Major General who was at the end of his rope may not have thought about one question: Why do the Chinese dare to expose their artillery and strength in such a big way?

Or perhaps, Yamashita had thought of it, but now he was drinking poison to quench his thirst. No matter what the Chinese were up to, his hope of survival for the Second Mixed Brigade lay with the Imperial Air Force.
Chapter completed!