Chapter 44 The Smoking "Stone"
"Order, move the No. 1 machine gun to the left wing of the building, and suppress the Japanese light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers;
Order, the infantry squad on the rooftop throw grenades for me, 20 grenades per person, those who can't throw, replace them, and leave all the Japanese infantry vanguards on the battlefield." The lieutenant colonel made a prompt decision.
So, the Japanese infantrymen who were still lying in the ruins and shooting at the defenders and secretly criticizing their stupid squadron leader were in trouble.
First, the No. 1 machine gun controlled by Lei Xiong himself moved to the edge of the building ten meters, and rushed through the 2-meter-wide wall gap that had been opened long ago to the Japanese heavy machine gun position 500 meters away and began to show its power.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The terrible muffled sound rang out, and the brick and wood residential walls of Songhu were like paper paste under the ravages of 20mm caliber shells, and large holes visible to the naked eye appeared on the walls in the area where the Japanese heavy machine guns were located.
Even hiding behind the wall felt unsafe. Almost no Japanese soldiers dared to brave the ravages of machine guns and their counterfire. They all ran around with machine guns, like a group of pitiful and helpless deer.
Although the grenade throwers were still tenacious, relying on the fact that there were only two people on one tube and the target was small, they gritted their teeth and pulled hard after moving the position, but their hand speed was incomparable to what it was just now.
Bei Cang Mandu finally understood why the two infantry squadrons were beaten by the Chinese before. If there was no sufficient artillery suppression, the 20mm machine guns that could be used for air defense and flat shooting would be like the sickle wielded by the god of death for the infantry, and they had no resistance.
For the first time, the Japanese captain felt regretful and was considering whether to withdraw an infantry squad in front and wait for his own artillery unit to adjust the firing angle to destroy the heavy firepower on the roof of the Chinese building before attacking.
But the Chinese defenders had already made a decision for him.
A dozen black spots suddenly flew out from the roof of the warehouse. From Bei Cang Mandu's perspective, they looked like a dozen stones.
However, those were smoking stones, but only the closest Japanese infantry could see them.
"Baga! Order the 1st squad to retreat!" Looking at Beicang Mandu, who was hundreds of meters away, his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
At that moment, he finally understood why the Chinese had to wait until his vanguard reached the 50-meter area before they began to fight back fiercely.
Because only in this way could they whip their opponents.
In their own way.
Even if he hadn't seen the smoke, the Japanese captain would never have thought that the Chinese would play tricks like throwing stones.
However, this decision was obviously a little too late.
The smoking "stones" flew over a distance of 40 to 50 meters in an untidy formation, and began to vent their joy of flying in the sky in their own way. Some of them burst into a cloud of black smoke in mid-air, some were close to the ground, and some fell hard on the ground...
No matter where they were, the "stones" used the ending of being shattered to celebrate their exciting trip.
That is, the mentality of the audience watching the "Stone" carnival was a little broken, especially for those who were close to the audience.
On the battlefield, in the absence of trenches, crawling on the ground and wanting to bury your head in the mud is naturally the best tactic to avoid bullets.
However, there are not only bullets on the battlefield.
If you are bombarded, all tactics are vain, and the only thing you can do is pray, pray that you are not so unlucky.
Fortunately, the Chinese do not have enough artillery, and the mortars are competing with infantry guns. It was originally the most gratifying thing for the Japanese infantry.
But I didn't expect that the Chinese would start throwing grenades. The distance of 50 meters was enough to ensure that not everyone could throw so far, but they were on the roof, and their stupid squadron leader didn't seem to notice this...
Grenade, this thing, is only 100 grams of powder, and its power is naturally not comparable to the artillery shells that can easily destroy creatures within a radius of dozens of meters, but if you are hit at close range, you will definitely not be able to cry.
Especially the Chinese grenades are not standard. Even if they are thrown in the same posture, some explode in the air more than ten meters, some are one or two meters away from the ground, and some are even worse, they hit the ground and break into two without exploding, just to scare people...
But no Japanese infantrymen have the heart to laugh at the uneven quality of the Chinese imitation German long wooden handle grenades, because the shrapnel uncles flying in all directions in the air are running towards their goals with a grim smile.
The Japanese infantrymen who shrink their butts may be able to avoid the terrible bullet flow of machine guns and submachine guns, but facing the impact of this kind of shrapnel uncle diving from the sky, they are really powerless.
And this is just the first wave.
Lao Hei, who was seconded to the second company, took a dozen famous grenade throwers from the first and second companies, stood behind a thick wall up to 1.5 meters high, took the unscrewed grenade from the grenade feeder, pulled the rope, kept the bow step, twisted his waist, turned around and threw the grenade into the sky.
Don't look at the target, don't look at the effect, don't worry about the bullets whizzing overhead, just throw!
It's like a dozen mortars, every second, there are a dozen grenades exploding in various ways on the Japanese frontline positions.
The rising clouds of smoke really dazzled the eyes of all kinds of "melon-eating" spectators.
It turns out that this works!
The lieutenant colonel of the army stipulated that the dozen grenade throwers behind the high wall on the roof must throw 20 grenades each, which means that the Japanese frontline is currently on a battlefield that is no more than 80 meters wide and more than 20 meters deep. The critical hit will be no less than 300 grenades.
Without the protection of trenches, it would be a terrible experience for the soldiers exposed on the ground.
The Japanese hand-cranked alarms had already sounded shrilly after the first wave of grenades exploded, but that did not mean that they could retreat just because their superiors said so. There were still dozens of pairs of eyes staring at them fiercely in dozens of firing holes.
What was important was certainly not the look in the eyes, but the deadly steel stream that could erupt from them at any time.
On the battlefield, leaving your back to the opponent was no easier than the rain of grenades falling from the sky.
The only ten light and heavy machine guns that could provide fire cover were also on and off under the ravages of the opponent's machine gun hidden in their range of fire. Bei Cang Mandu's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
He saw with his own eyes that an imperial soldier jumped up in panic because a grenade fell beside him and planned to hide in another bunker. Before he left a distance of one meter, another grenade exploded in the sky seven or eight meters away from him.
Visible to the naked eye, the soldier's body was splattered with several blood lines, and the flying shrapnel directly turned him into a sieve.
However, he should not be in too much pain, because the low-quality delayed grenade that fell on the ground also exploded, and the shock wave pushed the soldier's body horizontally three or four meters away. When he fell, he didn't even twitch his life instinctively.
Such examples appeared more and more as the grenade rain continued to fall.
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