Chapter 1495 Night Attack!

"All is fair in war!" Kurose Heiichi said sinisterly, looking at the torches and flashlights lit in the distance.

There was no one else around the Japanese Army Colonel, and this sentence was more for himself.

The so-called 200-man corpse collection team was just a cover, and the main purpose was to blast the machine gun bunkers in the cliffs and deep trenches artificially made by the Chinese.

And behind them, 300 meters in the darkness, there were 1,500 Japanese infantrymen crawling!

That was the last infantry that the 133rd Infantry Regiment could take out now, and even the direct guard squadron of the 133rd Infantry Regiment was sent to the front line.

It was just the first night of the war, and Colonel Kurose Heiichi of the 133rd Infantry Regiment had all his infantry forces, because the division commander's slogan of "breaking Hengyang in three days" was too loud. If he missed tonight, Kurose Heiichi was afraid that he would not be able to gather 700 infantrymen.

The Chinese won a battle during the day. Heiichi Kurose took the initiative to send a negotiation team and humiliated himself by paying 10 kilograms of gold and silver jewelry, just to make the Chinese proud and complacent, so as to relax their vigilance and let himself win the battle.

Of course, the 200-man corpse collection team still abided by the rules set by both sides under the surveillance of Chinese soldiers at the beginning. People were not allowed to enter the deep trenches. They could only use ropes to form a loop and throw them into the deep trenches to trap the hands and feet of the corpses and then drag them away.

They were busy until 3 a.m., which was also the most sleepy time. A gust of wind blew, and many torches originally used for lighting in the trenches suddenly went out, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The Chinese soldiers who had been closely monitoring the position instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Flare!" The second lieutenant platoon leader in charge of the negotiations gave a decisive order.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

A green light rose to the sky and slowly fell down. The snow-white light illuminated the trench area.

As far as the eye can see, there are shadows swaying in the deep trench. Obviously, the Japanese army did not follow the regulations and entered the deep trench. No matter what his purpose is, the second lieutenant's intuition tells him that there is danger!

"Flare! 200 meters ahead! 300 meters! Two rounds each!" The second lieutenant of the army quickly ordered.

Four flares hit the sky, and the position was in full view. The second lieutenant of the army took a breath of cold air!

In the field of vision of the telescope, the "shit yellow" covered the entire land like locusts. The Japanese army was almost not a sneak attack but a strong attack.

"Enemy attack!" The two words were still spinning in the throat, and a shrill roar came from the darkness opposite: "Kill chickens!"

"Onboard!" I don't know how many Japanese soldiers jumped up from the ground, shouting slogans, and charging towards Huangchaling with all their might, and the offensive was like a tide!

Yan Gu Cang Kong was also mixed in these Japanese soldiers, holding a gun, with a hideous and distorted face, shouting: "Long live the empire!", stepping on two short legs, running hard.

Because all the soldiers in his infantry squadron, from the squadron leader to the squad leader, and then to the sergeant and the sergeant major, died in the battle. According to military regulations, he, a soldier who escaped by chance, would be sent to a military court. However, considering that it was wartime, the commander of the regiment allowed them to make meritorious contributions while serving their sentence. If they could attack the Chinese position this time, they would not be held accountable for the soldiers who escaped by chance.

Yan Gu Cang Kong had no choice but to be driven into the commando team and serve as the first wave of assault missions. The Japanese private understood that he could die in battle but could not be sent to a military court, otherwise his family would be finished, his parents would be laughed at by the neighbors, his younger brothers and sisters would not even be able to go to school, and they would be ostracized by the whole society when they grew up.

For the sake of his family, Yan Gu Cang Kong could only learn to be brave and rush forward with the veterans until he was hit by the Chinese bullets.

The Chinese did not relax their vigilance as expected. After discovering their presence with flares, less than 15 seconds later, when the first wave of Japanese infantry had just charged to 200 meters away from the cliff, the Chinese machine guns started firing.

In the dark night, the high-rate machine gun bullets equipped by the Chinese actually formed a series of magnificent bullet streams, like long rainbows.

The concentrated fire of more than ten machine guns, interweaving in the night sky, actually had a different kind of beauty.

But this beauty brought death!

Blood kept splashing on the face of the Japanese private.

It was the bullets shot out after his colleagues around him were shot by machine guns. Because the firing rate of the machine guns equipped by the Chinese was too fast, once they were shot, they would be shot several times or even more, and there was almost no hope of survival.

At the same time, the violent explosions of grenades also sounded one after another. Rows of grenades were thrown into the deep trenches as if they were free, turning the 200 Japanese soldiers who were still on the task of collecting corpses a few minutes ago into corpses.

Now, the 200 Japanese soldiers spent two or three hours but didn't carry many bodies away, which added a lot of fertilizer to this "killing trench".

Especially these Japanese soldiers didn't seem to carry any weapons on the surface, but in fact they either hid pistols or hung grenades under their uniforms, and some of the brave ones even carried explosives on their bodies. They planned to pile the explosives on the two machine gun bunkers that they had observed long ago and detonate them as soon as the battle order was given, or rush to the bottom of the cliff and use explosives to collapse it to form a slope for the infantry to charge later.

The nature of these 200 Japanese soldiers was similar to the "suicide squad" organized by the Chinese army.

But they misjudged the firepower strength of the 1st Battalion of the 4th Regiment, not to mention various firearms, just the long-handled grenade.

Due to Fang Xianjue's request, the person personally agreed that the Ministry of Military Affairs transported 300,000 grenades to the Hengyang defenders. On average, there were more than 20,000 infantrymen, and each person could have more than a dozen grenades. In addition to the original grenades owned by each unit, grenades were currently the most abundant defensive equipment in China.

The first battalion took the initiative to volunteer for the dangerous but important position of Huangchaling. How could Fang Xianjue be stingy? The more than 1,000 people in the first battalion alone were allocated 12,000 grenades.

When digging trenches, a hole was dug under the trench wall for each soldier to store grenades and personal belongings to avoid shells or explosives flying into the trench and causing explosions.

In the words of Qian Dazhu: "As long as you have the strength, there are enough grenades and bullets! '

The grenades came one after another, like a wave, and there was no end in sight!

Thick smoke filled the wide trenches, and the eight machine guns in the two machine gun bunkers in the trenches also started roaring. Bullets, grenade fragments and air waves filled almost every corner of the trenches. It was impossible for living things to survive in this trench.

The Japanese soldiers with pistols were fine, at most they would die! But the Japanese soldiers with grenades and explosives were miserable. Once they caused a sympathetic explosion, the whole person would become part of the bomb, and the flying bones could kill people.

It took less than five minutes for the 200 "suicide squads" to become a white death squad!

Of course, this is a bit absolute. Although they did not accomplish anything, they consumed at least 1,000 grenades from the 1st company.

It is said that in this wave of attacks alone, each soldier in the 1st company fired at least five or six grenades.

If the fate of the 133rd Infantry Regiment's "suicide squad" was tragic, then the fate of the 1,500 Japanese infantrymen who were galloping on the battlefield was not much better.

"Board-loaded charge? That's what I'm waiting for!" Leng Feng heard the gunshots and the deafening shouts of the Japanese army in front and smiled coldly.

"Order, artillery company 20mm machine guns, tank platoon 1 to 4 vehicles fire!"

The 6 20mm machine guns set off a bloody storm in the Japanese army sequence!

If the dozen or so metal bullets swept out by the previous MG42 machine guns were like the sickle wielded by the god of death, a weapon that reaps lives wantonly, then these 20 20mm machine guns are the big hammers wielded by the god of death, which are not reap lives, but crushing lives.

The bullets are thicker than cigars. Let alone hitting the human body, even a tree thicker than a human waist will make a hole the size of a bowl.

What would be the consequence of a collision between a flesh and blood body and this terrifying thing?

Naturally, the person would be shattered!

Yan Gu Cang Kong was lucky enough to see such a scene. A colleague was running forward seven or eight meters in front of him.

He had seen that person before. He was a very famous figure among the infantrymen of the 133rd Infantry Regiment. He also served as a stabbing instructor for the new recruits assigned to the 133rd Infantry Regiment.

In order to reduce the psychological burden of blood and screams for the new recruits when fighting with stabbing, he personally led a team of new recruits to a Chinese village and captured more than 20 villagers to the training ground.

Yan Gu Cang Kong clearly remembered that as the first team of new recruits, there was a 16 or 17-year-old boy tied to a wooden stake in front of him.

The Chinese boy was pitifully thin and his face was as pale as snow because of extreme fear. Although he did not speak, his eyes were full of pleading when he looked at him.

The tip of his knife was trembling, especially when he heard the screams coming from his ears, the Japanese second-class soldier really couldn't stab that knife.

The instructor came and kicked him to the ground with a fierce kick, and then used his bayonet to pierce the chest of the Chinese boy with one hand, and then twisted his wrist, and the bayonet turned in the boy's chest, making a tooth-grinding friction sound.

"Hear it? This is the friction sound of the bayonet and the bone, which is simply the most beautiful sound in the world!" The instructor's lecture was a demon on earth.

In the voice of the devil, Yan Gu Cang Kong personally stabbed the dying Chinese boy's chest with a bayonet again, reducing his pain, and finally won the instructor's recognition and became a real second-class soldier.

The demon instructor who had always stayed in the memory of the Japanese second-class soldier appeared in front of him again this time and charged side by side with him.

But the next second, the demon instructor who was striding forward was like being hit by a sledgehammer head that appeared in the void, and his head was completely shattered!

To be more precise, the head and the helmet were shattered together.

A headless corpse actually rushed forward several meters under the action of inertia, and then a three-meter-high blood column rushed out of the neck cavity. Under the light of the flare, it was like a very brilliant blood flower!

It turns out that the devil can be so fragile in front of bullets! Before the blood rain splashed over Yan Gu Cang Kong, he suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart!

This is war. No matter you are an angel or a devil, only death will greet you!

The sticky blood splashed all over the Japanese second-class soldier's head and face, making him unable to see the road ahead. He had to fall forward and lie on the ground, wiping the blood on his face with his dirty cuffs.

This move inadvertently saved his life again.

"Heavy mortar platoon, all company-affiliated 60 mortars, fight for me! In addition, notify the artillery battalion mountain artillery company that there are more than a thousand devils at the front of my position, and they can eat some meat." Leng Feng climbed up to the highest observation post in Huangchaling, watching at least nearly a thousand Japanese troops rushing towards the position like a tide, and gave a cold order.

"Tonight we'll make sure these devils never come back!"

The Japanese heavy artillery was afraid to fire at the infantry that was charging, but he had no such concerns.

"Boom boom boom!" Rows of gunpowder smoke rose in the Japanese formation.

The 150 heavy mortar weighing 18 kg directly raised a ball of fire, enough to illuminate half of the battlefield.

At this point, both China and Japan did not need to fire any flares. The fireworks that continued to rise on the battlefield alone had illuminated the entire battlefield like daylight.

Kurose Heiichi was stunned, his lips moving, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He thought that after three hours of fighting during the day, he had already figured out the Chinese's strengths and weaknesses, the sharp firepower of the machine guns, and the perfect fortifications, but these would be greatly weakened under the investment of a large number of infantry and the cover of darkness.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese artillery fire would be so fierce that it could form a covering attack!

Based on the density of the shells falling, the Chinese have deployed at least a dozen large-caliber artillery and more than 30 small-caliber mortars!

"Retreat!" Kurose Hira gave the order with a dead look on his face.

But obviously, it was still a little too late. A distance of hundreds of meters would take several minutes to run even if you were running on the sports field with empty hands, not to mention on a battlefield full of artillery fire.

The miserable howls of the Japanese infantry and the long whistles of the retreat alarm were drowned out by the explosions like strong winds and huge waves.

When Shioya Cangkong woke up from his coma, he found himself still on the battlefield, and he didn't know whether the battle was over.

Perhaps his hearing had been damaged by the fierce explosions. He only heard the "whoosh whoosh" sound in his ears. His body was like a small boat in the ocean, swaying in the stormy waves, and it was like he had just finished an anesthesia operation. Once the anesthesia wore off, his whole body shook even more.

The Japanese second-class soldier could only use all his strength to open his eyes and look around.

It should be almost dawn now. The sky was already light. With the light, he saw corpses in khaki uniforms everywhere around him, all lying down. He had no idea if there were any living people abandoned on the battlefield like him.

At this moment, his tinnitus got much better. He could faintly hear someone mumbling inarticulately in the distance, "Are the friendly troops still there? Are the friendly troops still there?" Occasionally, he could hear faint voices like "Is there any water?"

Tears suddenly welled up in the eyes of the Japanese second-class soldier. It was not sadness, but the feeling of being touched to meet a fellow soldier on such a desperate battlefield.

But this feeling did not last long.

A dozen Chinese people came over with their backs bent. They all carried large bags and searched the bloody corpses. They threw bullet boxes, property or food into the sacks.

"Squad leader, what should we do if there are still living devils here?" Yan Gu Cang Kong, who dared not move, heard someone ask softly.

"Do I need to teach you this? What does the commander usually say? The dead devils are the good devils!" A deep voice roared with a little anger.

"Puff!" That was the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh that Yan Gu Cang Kong had heard.

"Crack!" That was the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone.

As these Chinese soldiers moved, those once weak sounds disappeared.

The blood fountain sprayed by the devil instructor once again saved the Japanese private. The charred smoke and strong smell of blood, coupled with his motionless body, made the Chinese soldiers just glance at him and automatically skipped over him.

After all, what good things can a private have? If you want to find it, you have to find a sergeant or an officer, and they can't be on the battlefield for more than 30 minutes.

While counting the results of the battle, you can also get some autumn wind from the devils. This is tacitly approved by the commander Tang.

"This regiment has suffered heavy losses and is unable to attack again. Please punish the division commander!" Yan Yongwang, the commander of the 116th Division, who received the telegram from the 133rd Infantry Regiment, was shocked.

On the way to Huangchaling battlefield, I happened to meet Lieutenant General Sakuma of the 68th Division who was heading to the west of the city.

Coincidentally, the 68th Division also suffered heavy losses from China's stubborn resistance in the battle in the west of the city. As the saying goes, when the old six meets the old six, their eyes are filled with tears. After getting off the car and meeting each other, the two old sixes discussed that they might as well form a joint command post and use the artillery of the two divisions to support the battlefield in one place. Wouldn't that make the attack more powerful?

In order to avoid the two divisions from fighting in two ways, neither division would end up well!

So, on the morning of June 4, it was two Japanese Army Lieutenant Generals who arrived at the Huangchaling battlefield.

In order to facilitate joint command, the 116th Division placed its command post 2,000 meters north of the Huangchaling battlefield, and the 68th Division moved its command post 1,500 meters west of Huangchaling. The two divisions were close to each other, working together to create brilliance!

The two old sixes might never have dreamed that there could only be one old six, and they could not coexist!