The battle was intense, so this part of the diary was added a week later. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

1939 . 5 . 15

Today was a day full of drama, and when the soldiers who broke through and reported the siege had engaged the enemy, we launched an attack on the hill in front of us.

I appreciate how well organized the dung ball is on offense.

When the machine guns of the devils on the mountain first began to show their heads, they were suppressed by our machine guns.

The reason is that although we are attacking from the bottom up, our machine guns are four, and there are only two machine guns of the devils on the mountain.

Here I have to mention the weapons and equipment of Huo Xiaoshan's battalion, in my opinion, the equipment of the battalion is only the best among the current Chinese troops.

In the case of my detachment, for example, there were four grenadiers, four light machine guns (three Czech-style and two crooked handles), only seven rifles, three or eight large covers, and the rest were medium-formal, and ten of them were double-gunned, both rifles and box guns, and there were plenty of bullets.

They have already surpassed the Japanese army in this kind of weapon configuration, not to mention our "poor and white" Eighth Route Army.

Therefore, after the Japanese machine gun was suppressed, it never rang out again until it was blown up by a whistling grenade.

The Japanese machine guns were knocked out, and the rifles on the hill were immediately hit by a double blow from grenadiers and light machine guns, and the analysis of the dung balls was correct, there were less than twenty Japanese soldiers on the mountain, and it was clear that they were just the remnants of the Japanese army after our last shot.

Under the blows of our superior firepower, their gunfire quickly thinned out, and by this time we were only fifty meters away from the remnants of the devils on the top of the mountain.

I saw a devil's grenade in the smoke of gunpowder thrown down and smashed in front of my side, and when I was lying down, the round melon grenade rolled down the slope and exploded twenty meters behind us, posing no threat to us.

When we got up and rushed up again, I saw the same smoke and dust from the explosion of Japanese grenades on the top of the mountain.

We reacted instantly, it was the squad of the dung ball faction that had come back behind the Japanese army, and at the moment when the devil was about to throw the grenade, it was hit by our men, so the grenade that fell to the ground exploded on their own position.

The Japanese were so focused on our attack on the other side that they were completely defenseless behind them.

When I rushed to the top of the hill, there was no more gunfire on the hill, and I saw two soldiers of the battalion attacking from behind at the same time stabbing their bayonets into the chest of the last Japanese soldier.

Then we all turned around and began to prepare for the attack of the Japanese army behind us.

The judgment of the dung ball is so correct.

The Japanese troops, who had planned to ambush us behind us, were at least 500 meters away, but when they came into contact with the soldiers who had broken through and reported the news, they suddenly realized that we had not fired a single shot and had run away, but had launched an attack on the hill.

At this time, it was too late for them to attack us again, and by the time they appeared in our field of vision more than 200 meters away, we were already in full position.

The top of the hill was relatively gentle, and there were no rocks to hide, but fortunately, the Japanese were also industrious, and they had dug a thigh-deep circular trench in just two days.

The dung balls allowed the soldiers to move the corpses of the Japanese soldiers to the edge of the trench to increase the depth of the trench.

And he didn't put it in front of himself, he smiled and explained, I'm too short, and if I increase the height in front, I will have to fight devils with my feet crossed.

It was obvious that the dung ball had relaxed after occupying the mountain, and had changed back to the heartless and optimistic appearance of knowing his fate.

But as soon as he turned around, he found that the problem was to train the grenadiers, what are you doing in the trenches? Before the devil attacked, he didn't go to dig a bunker in the middle quickly, how comfortable is it to shoot guns there? It's safe to measure the distance in front and shoot in the back!

While the grenadiers were digging bunkers, one of the soldiers moved the iron pot used by the Japanese army in the middle of the hill to the dung ball.

The top edge of the rice pot was hit by a bullet, but it can still be used, and the dung ball touched the bullet addiction with his hand and looked at me but sighed twice.

I knew he was joking with me, laughing at my poor marksmanship, and I laughed and said that I didn't hit this Huo'er, but I smashed the pot with the corpse of a devil.

This little devil even drinks the blood of his own people, tsk, this taste is not ordinarily heavy, the dung ball smiled.

Then he picked up the devil's rice pot and lifted it above his head and threw it hard outside the trench, muttering that you should take a few more bullets and let your own people smash your own pot!

I don't know how long it will take for the nearest detachment to arrive, I said.

The fastest is an hour, the slowest is three hours, said the dung ball.

What the dung ball said is similar to my speculation, there is actually not much distance between the detachments, after all, the ten detachments, according to Huo Xiaoshan's arrangement, are all cold shots to the devils to eliminate small groups of Japanese troops, so they will basically be on the edge of the Dahong Mountains, but the soldiers who reported the news don't know their location, and I'm afraid it will take some time to find them.

Ball, hit or not, at this time a fighter asked.

At this point, you don't need a telescope to see the devils moving towards us, and although they are also skillfully borrowing cover from the terrain, they can always be captured.

Rifles fired freely, machine guns suppressed Japanese machine gun cover, pay attention to anti-artillery, and in the shouting of dung balls, our shooting began.

According to the normal fighting style of the Chinese troops, in positional warfare, they fired at the Japanese troops at a very small distance of 200 meters, except for heavy machine guns, of course.

This was done in order to create an advantage in firepower over the Japanese in an instant, or to create a suddenness of an attack.

However, our task now is to "delay", to slow down until the final repulsion of the Japanese attack, until the arrival of reinforcements.

While I was shooting at the Japanese troops, I noticed that the marksmanship of the soldiers of the battalion was as accurate as they themselves said, and it was definitely first-class in the Chinese army at the moment.

When the Japanese attacked, they also used the method of cross-cover, and their riflemen would always start to rush forward the moment their machine guns fired, and they would not rush blindly but directly to the shelter they had already seen, a rock, a ridge or a tree.

Then they shot again after gaining a foothold to cover the people behind them and rushed up again.

This naturally has the advantage of being able to keep shooting at our positions uninterrupted, and the accurate marksmanship of their Japanese veterans and the appropriate detours on both sides often break the defenders.

However, today they met an opponent.

As soon as the Japanese machine guns rang out, the machine guns of the battalion directly under the hill rang out at them, and then the Japanese machine guns were dumb.

This is not necessarily the death of the Japanese shooter, but it may also be that the Japanese machine gun was jammed by the dust kicked out by our bullets.

The Japanese army's crooked machine guns have such shortcomings, and I don't know the specific reasons, but it is true, and this happened to our Eighth Route Army when using captured crooked guns.

The Japanese machine guns were dumb, and the moving riflemen, who had lost cover, immediately became the target of sniping for our soldiers.

I saw that there were constantly tactical moves, and the Japanese soldiers, who looked like veterans, ran and ran, and then lay on the ground motionless, and there was no doubt that they could no longer get up.

I found a peculiarity of the soldiers of the direct battalion that they would never use the 38 cover when there was a medium rifle available.

The reason for this is undoubtedly known to me as a veteran, that is, although the recoil of the medium rifle is high and the difficulty of hitting is high, the killing effect is much stronger than that of a dozen or two eyes as thick as the 38 big cover, because its bullet is tumbling when it enters the body.

The fact that I like to use the Chinese formal shows the confidence of all the people in this unit in their marksmanship, of course, it is also that people have many guns to choose from, and they rarely worry about the lack of guns available.

There were forty or fifty Japanese troops attacking this group, but it was visible to the naked eye that the Japanese machine guns had been dumbed down by four in just five minutes, and the Japanese riflemen were no longer able to attack, although their death was not many, but they were undoubtedly shocked.

Watch out for the devil's cannon, at this time, the dung ball shouted.

As if it were a dung ball giving an order to the Japanese soldiers, as soon as his words fell, we heard the "sizzle" grenade flying from the screech, and then exploded in front of and behind us.