In other words, even those who participated in this battle personally had no way of knowing the details of the entire battlefield.

Because they can only know themselves.

Dead or alive.

After the gunfight that was completely in a state of melee, more than three infantry companies left the area.

They don't even know what their results are.

Because no one went to count, the only thing they could do was to take away their wounded or bodies before the battle in Cangcheng was over.

Zhuang Shisan, who was angry, was afraid that the Japanese army would launch crazy shelling revenge, so he would leave first.

However, the once crazy Shigeji Momatsu did not order the artillery gang that had been waiting for the first time to retaliate with artillery fire. It had nothing to do with saving, but he was still looking forward to his soldiers leaving the dark neighborhood alive.

The Chinese's patience exceeded his imagination. In the Battle of Kura City for more than two hours, dozens of artillery shells were bombarded at the inside and outside Kura City, which was enough to cover the not-so-large Kura City back and forth several times. The artillery group in the Chinese city did not emit a single shell.

The battle plan of killing two birds was not enough. Not only did a bird hit him, but he even smashed his forehead with blood.

The number of combat losses exceeding 500 was shocking, and there was also an infantry squadron missing.

The six infantry brigades that were put into the attack disappeared in two and a half. Even if they were as cruel as Shigeji Momatsu, they had to calm down now.

After waiting for more than an hour, in addition to the sporadic sound of the 38-large rifle, proving that there are still people on our side to survive, and no one appeared in the "disappearing" infantry squadron.

Shigeji Matsu, who was biting his back teeth, could only make an extremely unwise decision. Three infantry squadrons entered the dark block under the cover of three 94 armored vehicles with flares.

The huge Japanese infantry gave the Chinese people lurking in the block great deterrence. Without the harassment and attacks as expected, they entered the block unimpeded. After two or three hundred meters deep, they saw the "disappearing" infantry squadron.

Under the eaves, in the courtyard, and in the alleys, yellow military uniforms were everywhere. They should have tried their best to resist. The long 38-capped rifles were still firmly held in their hands, and the melon grenades hanging on their chests were almost thrown away.

But they were still dead. Each of them had more or less several bullet holes on their bodies. The bullet holes were distributed in different directions. Just looking at the scars on the body, an experienced veteran could know what kind of attack they encountered.

It was an attack without dead corners in all directions, front, back, left and right. Every Chinese hidden in the corner of the darkness could shoot bullets at them.

The terrifying long-handled grenade exploded in the narrow alley, which made people desperate. Five soldiers fell down in an alley that was only 0.5 meters wide. Under the afterglow of the flares, a large amount of blood sprayed a large piece of white wall into a postmodern oil painting, and the minced flesh and bones dotted therein were like pigments without fine grinding.

The forces of nearly 600 infantrymen made the Chinese in the dark dare not act rashly, and the Japanese army could better find compatriots who were "swallowed" by the darkness, and then carry away corpses.

Those who are lying on the ground have become corpses. Here, injury means death. Chinese people looking for all living things will not let go of the wounded, even the bodies will shoot to confirm whether they are pretending to be dead.

This may also be because the Japanese army found that there were far more gun holes on the corpse than on ordinary battlefields during inspection.

Originally, they had hoped to find dozens or dozens of survivors. After all, during the more than an hour when the Lieutenant General Division commander waited patiently, there were often 38-large-covered "Banger" gunshots in the dark blocks.

But as more and more corpses were found, the Japanese infantry were completely desperate.

The gunshots may not belong to their compatriots, but were done by the Chinese who held the 38th National Congress.

The purpose is naturally to make them believe that their infantry will survive and not fire the artillery.

The purpose of delaying time is that even the stupid Japanese army can think of it with their butts at this moment, but it is just to let everyone who are still in this area evacuate.

The Japanese commander who figured out this festival, the Japanese army commander, who stood behind the Type 94 armored vehicle, suddenly felt cold.

If all the Chinese in this area ran away and only themselves were left, what would he do if he was the Chinese commander?

Of course, it was a shell without hesitation. The shells were valuable, but they were still worse than human life. It was the most appropriate exchange.

"Baga! The entire army evacuated quickly!" Junichi Watanabe's little face showed a strange pale look under the light of the flashlight.

With the military uniform covered with dust and smoke, it was as terrifying as a miniature zombie that had just crawled out of the cemetery.

After giving the order, Junichi Watanabe got into the carriage of the Type 94 armored vehicle very agilely. He no longer disliked the 94 armored vehicle's space being extremely small and frustrated. He secretly prayed in his heart that he had just thought a few things just now. In fact, the Chinese are not that smart, and he is not so unlucky either.

Yes, Master Junichi Watanabe, who has lost more than half of his troops, feels that he is full of unlucky attributes.

It is probably his dusty look that makes people feel that he loses every day when he sees Mahjong. When he says he wants to join the heavy troops and enter the dark block for searching, Shigeji Momatsu clicked his general without hesitation.

However, a guy who is overwhelmed by bad luck may not come true, but he will most likely come true if he says bad things.

The Japanese invested hundreds of troops with great fanfare, and also launched more than a dozen flares with great momentum, fearing that the Chinese would not know how strong they were, but they were so scared that Zhuang Shi was so angry that he didn't dare to take a breath. He hid more than a hundred meters away and was worried that he would fight the Japanese again.

Just now, he threw all his troops into his command after a fever, three times the Japanese army's strength and good time and place. He finally killed more than 100 Japanese troops, but he lost seventy or eighty people, and had a very intuitive understanding of the Japanese army's combat power.

These hundreds of people are coming in a fierce battle, and it is very likely that he, the battalion commander, can be the platoon leader after the battle.

But Zhuang Shisan was frightened by the Japanese formation, which does not mean that others would be scared.

For example, the Tang Dao, who was beaten red in Cangcheng.

During the two-hour battle in Kura Castle, the Japanese had three rounds of heavy artillery bombardment alone, and the infantry attacked as many as five times.

No one can count how many Japanese troops killed were killed, but the losses in the city were huge. The number of people killed in the battle exceeded 200, and more than 70 were seriously injured. In addition, the battle was damaged in the evening, the first battalion and the second company directly removed nearly one battalion.

This is the cost of the lack of heavy firepower. If the gun group in the city can open fire, the casualties can be reduced by at least one third.

But, can't.

This is just an infantry battalion-level offensive and defensive battle. The trump card is turned on like this. How can we support the infantry division-level battlefield that will begin tomorrow?

Moreover, because the Japanese army's front was wide enough, if it were not for saturated shelling, it would not cause great damage to the infantry.

But now hundreds of Japanese who entered the block with countless flares were like a delicious cake, firmly attracting Tang Dao's attention.

This coordinate should not be too clear.

Mountain artillery and field artillery still cannot be fired, but it does not mean that mortars cannot be. Aren’t the dozen 150-caliber mortars in the city just attacking infantry clusters?

First, he contacted the security team and confirmed that his personnel had basically evacuated. Then he notified the command center that several artillery observers quickly reported the exact coordinates 300 meters away.

More than 15 150 caliber mortars were bombarded on this block at the moment when Junichi Watanabe was unlucky.

The fireballs rose up in the house almost made Shigeji Momoto, who was a thousand meters away, bit his big teeth.

If he hadn't had enough strength, the high-end telescope imported from Germany in his hand would have been crushed.

Finally, the Chinese cannon was forced out, and after all, he killed two birds, but Shigeji Matsu was not happy at all.

Because this is not howitzer, but a mortar that can run away with just a few shots. What's more, a mortar with a range of only two or three thousand meters can be fired at any place, and a shell with a speed of only 200 meters per second is not enough to draw the so-called ballistics in the sky.

How did he hit the other side? Did he bang a few more times? I really thought the shells were worth it!
Chapter completed!