Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 46: Close bombardment!
The troops of the 11th Division were advancing forward, and the 33rd Brigade launched an attack, wave after wave, leaving no chance for the Japanese to breathe. The attacking forces, organized in battalions, were like sharp knives, piercing straight into the Japanese strongholds outside Luodian.
At this time, the 31st Brigade was also attacking towards the southeast of Luodian. Their goal was to occupy the Lujia Village area, attract the attention of the devils, and try to cut off the connection between the Luodian Japanese army and its main force, so as to share the pressure for the 33rd Brigade attacking Luodian.
The battlefield at Zhoujiazhai was waiting for the engineering battalion and the first battalion to clean up. The second and third battalions left the wounded behind and continued to march towards Luodian in the moonlit night with rumbling sounds of gunfire. On the way to the attack, the melodious charge horns flashed in the night sky from time to time. They knew that it was their friendly forces launching an attack on the Japanese.
"Go! Third Battalion Commander, this time our Second Battalion will lead the attack, and you, the Third Battalion, will hold the two wings! But you have to take good care of these guys, they are the guarantee of our firepower!"
The second battalion commander pointed at the soldiers carrying radios and spoke to Wang Zhongbin.
"Lin Yuan, the sentries who are cleaning up the Japanese, the first company, follow behind the death squad; follow me!"
The second battalion commander gave the order to attack without waiting for Wang Zhongbin's reply.
"Damn it, if we don't all die, will we always be the target of attack?" an old soldier from the Death Squad cursed.
"Shut up, have you forgotten what your commander said? You must be the first in every battle!" Lin Yuan scolded the complaining old soldier in a low voice.
It has only been more than half a month since the Death Battalion set out from Nanjing. Of the more than 600 men in the team, less than 40 are left. The most terrifying thing is that they have not had any rest and have been fighting the Japanese on the battlefield.
“Gurgle, gurgle…”
The brothers who had just been thinking about escaping from Tolinyuan and retreating remembered what Peng Shan said in the military prison, shut up silently, and began to drink water while marching. Now they were all very hungry, but there was no extra time for them to stop and eat!
"Feng E, how are you? Can you still hold on?" Li Chenglin asked Feng E beside him, holding a gun.
“Gurgle…”
But his stomach started to growl.
"Even if I'm hungry, I still have to go, right?" Feng E smiled bitterly.
"Haha, here you go, good stuff!" Li Chenglin put on his rifle, took out a paper bag from his pocket, and handed Feng E a black object.
"What?" Feng E asked, holding it in his hand.
"Candy! If you don't want to eat it, give it back to me!" Li Chenglin had already stuffed the last candy in the paper bag into his mouth.
When Feng E heard this , he stopped talking and directly threw the black thing into his mouth. A sweet taste rushed directly to his taste buds, and his saliva secretion became even stronger!
"Gulp!" Feng E swallowed the sugary saliva.
Heading south, the brothers who were walking through fields, weeds and under the shade of trees gradually became nervous, bending over with rifles in hand, the bayonets on the rifles flashing coldly from time to time.
The remnants of the Death Squadron all knew that when they were asked to clear out the Japanese sentries, they were actually asked to attract the Japanese to open fire. At this point in the battle, there was no question of a sneak attack, and the Japanese must be taking the situation seriously.
Feng E bent over, took light steps, and began to gather strength in his waist. His whole body began to walk unconsciously, his nerves highly tense, ready to lie down, lunge forward, or roll sideways at any time to avoid the incoming bullets!
"Bang!" The gunshot rang out.
“Plop!”
Feng E fell directly to the ground, raised his gun, and began to look for the devils according to the direction of the gunshots...
"Dead, one less!"
What was heard was not a scream, but a mournful roar from an old soldier.
"Crawl forward, find the Japanese sentry, and kill him!"
Lin Yuan frowned and continued to give orders. In fact, Lin Yuan now regarded himself as a dead man, so he was not affected by the casualties of his brothers. Death was a matter of sooner or later, and his brothers just went one step ahead of him.
"Go, find the enemy's firing point and call in artillery fire!"
The captain of the first company knew his mission, and the brothers of the first company began to speed up their pace and quickly approached the death squadron...
“Bang, bang, bang…”
"Grenade, in the bush ahead!"
The remnants of the Death Squadron crawled forward, firing at their suspected targets and throwing a few grenades. These remnants were not afraid of the enemy machine guns shooting at them, their goal was to lure out the enemy's firepower points...
“Boom, boom, boom…”
Amid the explosion of grenades, the Japanese sentries walking in the wild finally couldn't bear the pressure of the advancing soldiers and began to run towards their own trenches screaming!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
This is the time to demonstrate their marksmanship. The veterans gritted their teeth and tried their best to shoot. Unfortunately, the veterans of the Japanese army were also very experienced in the battlefield, and it was not easy to hit a running target!
"boom!"
Feng E waited for a few seconds before finally pulling the trigger. The Japanese soldier he was pointing his gun at just paused and turned sharply. This was the opportunity he was waiting for!
The 7.92mm bullet swirled, as if obeying Feng E's thoughts, and pierced through the enemy's chest from behind!
"boom!"
Aiming again, the scattered Japanese sentries had already seen the trenches, and they relaxed for a moment, and were pierced by bullets!
"Da da da……"
“Boom boom boom…”
The Japs' machine guns finally started roaring, muzzle flames flashed continuously, and deadly bullets swept towards the brothers lying on the ground like water.
"Puff puff……"
"Choo Choo Choo……"
A large number of bullets flew over the brothers' heads, and several brothers were directly beaten into pieces by the bullets from the heavy machine guns. Facing a heavy machine gun, it is not absolutely safe to just lie on the ground. If you don't have a suitable cover, the bullets from the heavy machine gun can still tear apart the fragile human body.
"Bearing 221, left 20... one test shot!"
The radio station behind started sending messages, and the signalman following the artillery converted the parameters of the artillery attack into point waves and sent them to the artillery positions...
"boom!"
A shell whizzed in quickly. It was the sound of the Liao-made 77mm field gun. It seemed that the signalman directly called for field artillery support from the 8th Company of the 16th Regiment.
"Correct the direction, two scales upward, fire coverage..."
The signalman continued to operate the radio to correct the accuracy of the artillery fire...
"Choo Choo Choo……"
Groups of artillery shells whizzed across the night sky and directly hit the enemy positions in Xinzhen. In the eyes of the attacking Nationalist troops, the positions in front of them erupted into huge fireballs. In the flash of fire, guns kept flying, and the enemy soldiers wailed as they were constantly blown up into the sky...
"The bombardment time is only three minutes. The field artillery and heavy mortars have to reserve shells for the attack on Luodian. You can manage it yourselves..."
The signalman delivered the latest reply. The second battalion commander nodded and looked at the Japanese position with a serious face.
"It's so fast! It's almost two minutes?"
"Order the troops, follow me! Charge!"
The second battalion commander muttered to himself and gave the order to attack when there was still one minute of shelling time left. Even though this might kill his own brothers, it was better than facing the enemy's hail of bullets after the shelling ended.
