Around 30 meters away, he had already been holding a gun and squinting his eyes at the Sichuan soldiers here.

Thirty meters, a living target the size of a basketball is a bit difficult for these soldiers who have fought many battles.

However, it is also an existence that can be misunderstood. If the distance is extended ten times, it will be completely unpredictable.

"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots were fired at the same time.

The guns are also varied, including Hanyang, singles, and type 38 rifles.

There was even a soldier holding a dirt gun.

This gun is broken enough. The iron sand that was shot out was only 30 to 40 meters in killing distance, and it may not be a killing person.

Of course, it’s not that the individual weapons of the Sichuan Army are really so dilapidated. Before going to the Highlands, Tang Dao had been uniformly replaced.

Except for the Hanyang Zao, all other guns were replaced with Type 38 rifles that were formally seized from the Japanese army.

The last time the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade was destroyed, Tang Dao was captured by many young people. Even if most of it was handed over, there were still hundreds of rifles retained. There was no shortage of 6.5 mm Yousaka bullets.

However, people are nostalgic creatures. Even if they have new guns and old guns, the Sichuan Army is reluctant to leave them behind.

Many soldiers shot twice per person.

Although the fierce Japanese squad leader put on a helmet despite the cold, to be honest, that thing has limited defense against rifles with a speed of 800 meters.

A bullet flashed away at the round arc angle, avoiding the bad luck of being penetrated into the helmet by the bullet and knocking the head into a bloody flower, but it inevitably suffered from the impact of kinetic energy, causing the head to tilt backwards.

The iron sand that can hit rabbits and pheasants just flew over.

He rushed directly to the completely exposed big face.

What a good guy, his whole face was covered in holes with iron sand.

With a scream, the fierce soldier fell into the trenches and rolled around and wailed.

Not at all the tough looks he had before.

Momotaro looked in the voice and the balls shrank suddenly.

It's really a thrilling thing.

The medical soldier pulled his hand away, trying to cover the person with a hemostatic medicine bag.

But the terrifying injuries left the medical staff at a loss.

The nose was knocked away and a piece of meat was hung on it. Only those who were familiar with him knew that it was the prosperous garlic nose that this tough soldier was proud of in daily life.

There are even red, black, white and other colors in the eye sockets. It should be an unknown liquid that flows out after the eyeballs are broken.

"Haga! Despicable Chinese!" Momotaro cursed.

While cursing, he took off his sword and threw it to the medical staff.

He knew that the only person who could solve the pain for his fellow countryman was to send him to the great god Amaterasu and send him a journey artificially.

However, the heavy blow to fellow villagers was not what made Momotaro feel the most frightened.

Instead, trenches of all their bodies can be hidden.

Could it be that this was intentional by the Chinese?

This terrible thought emerged in my mind. When I looked at the trench behind me, it was obviously about ten centimeters shorter than this side. Momotaro had some clarity in his heart.

But obviously, he understood it a little too late.

Because the next second, smoke-filled grenades were thrown from the opposite side towards the trench like raindrops.

My head was buzzing instantly.

"Damn it, this is a trap!" Momotaro exclaimed wildly. "Everyone, disperse, disperse!"

No wonder the Chinese always put the distance between the two lines of defense within 40 meters, which is to facilitate their grenade throwing.

However, Japanese grenades are more than 30 meters away, and not everyone can throw them that far.

Fortunately, there were not so many people jumping into the trench in the first wave. The hundreds of meters long trench had enough curved surfaces to withstand the overflowing air waves and shrapnel of the grenade explosion.

But there are too many grenades thrown.

Just like it rains, dozens of pieces, dozens of pieces, and dozens of pieces can't be avoided by just hiding.

The Jing'an army, located in a desperate situation, was also forced to show courage. Someone bravely picked up the grenades that were sizzling in the trenches and threw them away to the opposite side. Some people also took out the melon thunder to fight back.

However, this approach is more futile than counterattack.

Since there is enough slope between the first and second-line trenches, the Sichuan Army on the second-line has enough vision and is condescending. Long-handled grenades are most suitable for attacks, and the accuracy of throwing is much higher than that of the Jing'an Army infantry who can't see anything clearly.

This is a shocking jaw drop grenade throwing battle.

The warring sides, in the telescopes of commanders at all levels on both sides, no one fired a gun, just threw "explosives" at each other.

Within a range of more than 30 meters, the grenades and grenades that fell into it exploded almost constantly. From a distance, it looked like a small but extremely accurate artillery bombardment.

Even many of the exposed rocks were blown to pieces.

If someone is in it, he will definitely be torn into meat and can't even find bone residue.

But this does not mean that both sides standing in the trenches will feel comfortable.

The hit rate of two grenades thrown by Sichuan infantry platoons fell into the trenches by the Jing'an Army, which had a significantly stronger body, had no more than ten melon thunders thrown into the trenches of the second-tier position. Although they had about 200 people, they had at least 400 grenades.

Whether it is a grenade or a melon thunder, there are five to six seconds delays. In order to increase the lethality, experienced soldiers basically wait for two seconds before throwing them, but at this moment, both sides don't care about so much.

Injuring the enemy a thousand times and hurting himself eight hundred times, that is the situation where both sides once shot at the front of the position.

But at this moment, the Sichuan Army has all the advantages in terms of terrain and equipment.

So, Momotaro and his group of Yasuan troops were in trouble.

A bloody arm flew up in the smoke of gunpowder, falling "smack" to the position before he had time to enter the trench and could only crawl on the ground, using reality to show the tragic situation of the infantry who had entered the trench.

Sure enough, men still can’t be too fast!

Perhaps Jing Anjun, who was lying in front of the trenches, comforted himself with such gratitude.

But, there are men who don’t think so.

For example, Cai Yongguan and others were doing preparations behind the mountain.

Now using grenades to attack each other is not the main purpose of the two Chinese commanders.

Compared with the big guys behind, this kind of attack is just to hold back the Japanese army, so they don’t let them smell the scent of conspiracy and launch an attack early.

In other words, those are just a small dessert before the meal.

The tragedy of the Jing'an infantrymen, whether it is fast or slow, has just begun.

And for the Jing'an army at this time, they also had to make a choice.

Momotaro was the first to wake up. As soon as he turned around, he hid in an anti-cannon hole. The sandbags piled at the entrance effectively blocked the splash of grenades.

Jing'an Jun, who had a slightly worse psychological quality, could only be blown into pieces by countless shrapnel of grenade pig iron bullets, burst into blood gourds, crying loudly in the deafening sound of the deafening explosion of "Boom Boom Boom".

Momotaro saw a soldier holding his eyes hanging from his cheeks with his hands and erecting his bloody eye sockets. Obviously, even if it is temporarily installed, the eye sockets that have lost their eyelids cannot fix the eyeballs at all. In less than a second, it will fall off again.

The soldier who could not hold his eyes became so futile in the next moment. A splash of grenade shrapnel directly cut off his fragile carotid artery, and the blood suddenly spurted out even spurted on Lieutenant Momotaro's face indented into the anti-cannon hole.

Without sticking out your tongue, Momotaro also knows that human blood is salty and has a fishy smell.

The blood of the subordinate almost dyed Momotaro's eyes red.

"Roar over and kill them!" Momotaro, who was essentially a gangster, inspired a spirit of humbleness under the stimulation of his subordinates' blood. He pulled out his command knife and issued an order to attack the Chinese position that he needed to tilt his neck to see.

But in fact, this may also be the most correct choice.

It is undoubtedly a very stupid act to be a foolish act when a grenade that cannot shoot at the opposite side of the enemy cannot fall into the trench next to him. However, retreating is even more impossible. It is not stupid to hand over the guns behind the Chinese who are ready to go, but seeking death.

The only chance to turn defeat into victory is to attack and charge to the death. The distance of thirty meters is not long. As long as you rush into the position, no one can block the sharp bayonets of hundreds of imperial soldiers.

Not only to die, but also to be confident.

In the battle of Huzhou, Momotaro led his infantry company to rush into the enemy's formation and fight twice his opponents in hand-to-hand combat, assassinating dozens of opponents, while his side only lost four or five people, thus conquering the position.
Chapter completed!