. Chapter 563: Battle of Nanjing

After the bombardment of heavy artillery and giant artillery in Jiangbei and the bombing of bombers in the air, there was already a lot of news on the devil's position on the south bank, and the sky was already a little bright at this time. The advantage of dawn over the vanguard army, which at this time controlled air supremacy and firepower on the riverbank, would be greater.

The devil's positions along the river have been inexhaustibly overturned, and the chains of firepower that lock up the Yangtze River are no longer there. After a round of more intense artillery bombardment plunged the devil's position on the opposite bank into a period of tranquility, with Niu Yi's order to cross the river, the vanguard army prepared tens of thousands of large ships scattered along the Yangtze River for hundreds of kilometers to launch an action together.

At the forefront were the Vanguard Army's Alligator series landing ships. These were born out of the American ships that landed during World War II, and the heavy machine guns and caliber guns carried at this time did not play a big role. Although the men had focused on the river bank to protect themselves, the firepower they planted was obviously much worse than that of the Germans and even the Japanese troops who were crazy in the Pacific Ocean later. After several rounds of fire plowing by the vanguard, the remaining sporadic return fire could not stop the rapid assault of the landed ships. Soon the landing ships were approaching the south shore.

At this time, as the range of the devil's machine gun approached, the devil's machine guns also began to shoot wildly.

"There's a machine-gun emplacement there!" Nanjing pointed to a machine gun position where the devils were still in the distance and shouted excitedly.

This orphan, who had been evacuated from Nanjing, asked to join the vanguard army when he was just 18 years old, and soon after the re-establishment of the barracks, he caught up with the battle to recover Nanjing. He took the initiative to ask to join, and was selected by virtue of his advantage of living in Nanjing since he was a child and being familiar with the geography of Nanjing, and the blood that accused his family of being slaughtered by devils.

Although the company commander repeatedly stressed the difficulties in crossing the river, which made him still a little apprehensive when he had been training for a month to simulate the river, when it came time to actually cross the river, except for the more dense and loud cover fire, the so-called danger was not encountered at all.

On the opposite bank, there were only sporadic artillery falling on the river and raising one or two columns of water, but they were soon bombarded by artillery fire from unknown places. When there was not much artillery fire, the heavy artillery group in Jiangbei and the bombers and attack planes in the air began to aim at the machine gun positions of the devils again. And at this time, the artillery on the landed ships also began to take credit.

The L-medium landing boat where Nanjing was located did not have the slightest intention of opening at this time, but the 76-millimeter gun on an L-shaped infantry landing gunboat not far away had already destroyed two devil machine gun positions, which couldn't help but make Song Ziming, the battalion commander who led the charge forward, a little annoyed.

At this time, I heard Nanjing's cry of surprise, and hurriedly looked along, only to see that the target of Nanjing was indeed jumping inexhaustibly. From time to time, a few grenadier shells landed in front of the approaching landing boats, rising above the water column on the side of the ship.

"Give me the lost place!" Song Ziming shouted loudly. After yelling, he couldn't help but itch his hands, standing in front of a rice machine gun, aiming at the target and starting to shoot. The power and range of these heavy machine guns are much stronger than the Devil's 7.7 mm Type 92 machine guns, and they can be completely suppressed by them.

But the two 40-mm Bofors guns and the four 20-mm Erlikons in the bow had already bombed the place into a mess one step ahead. At least before their landing boat docked in Nanjing, there was no news of machine guns and grenadiers on the devil's position that had been abused by artillery, so that Song Ziming, who was not happy, kept complaining.

He had followed Huang Huamin to fight that intensive attack and was criticized, but that intensive attack was really nothing compared to the scene at this time. Not heavy machine guns, but only the dense level of artillery fire above 20 mm also crossed that dense attack. The hot air rubbed by the ammunition was like a fire, and the devils on the shore were directly overwhelmed.

"Yaga!" Aso Jiro angrily pounded the bloody mud in the trench and roared wildly. The battle could not be fought at all, and his team had already lost half of its men in artillery fire and aerial bombardment before they had seen the enemy, and had intended to give the vanguard a head-on blow when they landed, but by the time they reached their heads, half of their men were swept away by a rain of bullets.

What is even more irritating is that in this dense rain of bullets, there is no way to raise your head to fight back, but wherever there is a counterattack, before you can see the results of the battle, you will be doused by the rain of bullets from the opposite side to cool the last trace of enthusiasm in your life. The two N-heavy machine guns specially reinforced in the team had been blown into parts by artillery fire, and the three grenadiers of the grenadier squad in the team were also bombarded early by a 155 shell from the opposite bank. The grenadier in one of the reinforced squads had also just been blown apart by the guns of the ships that landed on the shore.

His only effective counterfire weapon at this point was the N96 light machine gun. It is a pity that the 6.5 mm bullet could not penetrate the armor of the landing ship that crossed the river, and there was only helplessness for the login personnel hiding behind.

"Don't shoot indiscriminately, let them go ashore, and when they come ashore, take them by surprise!" Jiro Aso yelled. Although he did not know that these landing boats were prepared to cope with the intensive machine-gun fire of the Germans, and did not care at all about the bite of the 38 rifle, he also knew that such an attack was ineffective. He could only hope that when he landed on the shore, the moment the personnel of the vanguard army rushed up, he would use a few soldiers of the vanguard army to save the last bit of face.

Aso Jiro already understood his situation very well at this time, the defense of the devils on the shore had been bombarded by the vanguard army, and it was impossible to stop the vanguard army from landing on the shore. When the vanguard army rushed over, the fate of their garrisons could be imagined. At this time, the spirit of bushido was their only sustenance.

"Always make them pay some price, let them know that the soldiers of our adult empire are not afraid of death!" He gritted his teeth and roared, clenching the rifle of a fallen devil soldier and aiming it from the buried mound towards a landed ship.

At this time, this position that had been shelled several times was quiet, except for the roar of the landed ships, it seemed that the devils had been eliminated. But Song Ziming didn't dare to be careless, and yelled: "According to the law of the exercise, don't mess up!" ”

"Bang dang!" Although the soil on the riverside had been loosened by the scorching shells, none of the landing ships that had docked in the smoke of gunpowder were looking forward to a smooth docking on the soft shore, and the landing ladder of a medium-sized landing boat that had just arrived was recklessly lowered, raising a puff of dust.

"It's coming!" Aso Jiro whispered, reminding the only remaining light machine gun on the side.

The noisy voices drifted along the damp river breeze in the early morning, but Jiro Aso remained motionless. He stared at the exit of the landing ship behind the dust, not far from his side, including two seriously wounded, five lightly wounded, a total of 15 rifles and one light machine gun aimed at there, although the landing boat was very large, but Aso Jiro believed that after one or two rounds of fire, the unprepared vanguard army would lose a lot.

The smoke mixed with the smell of burnt corpses on the position drifted inexhaustibly, and the thick wind did not wait for the river wind to blow away, and it drifted by, covering the exit of the landing ship, but Aso Jiro still vaguely saw that the shadow there was shaking more and more clearly, and he couldn't help but straighten his waist and stand up and shouted:

"Shoot!"

Immediately, a dense clanging sound was heard in front of me. It's just that this voice is much worse than the miserable cry that Aso Jiro imagined.

A gust of river wind blew, and before the smoke could thin out, a steel monster roared and rushed down.

"Chariots? It's a chariot! There was a moment in Aso's mind that went blank, and he didn't expect that the ambush that had been placed for so long would suddenly hit the real iron plate.

Even a thin-skinned chariot like the devil can't be penetrated by a light machine gun, let alone the seemingly more hideous chariot that the vanguard army rushed down.

"The chariot army clears the position, and the infantry takes cover!" Song Ziming yelled. He didn't know that the word failure had just come to his senses in the head of Aso Jiro on the other side, and he was secretly glad that he was fortunate to follow the law during the practice, otherwise this surprise attack of the devil would have caused the smooth crossing of the river and the somewhat careless army suffered heavy losses.

At the front of the row are real combat vehicles, and LV amphibious combat vehicles have been installed on various landing ships. The figure of the B-7 behind it also appeared at the landing hatch, rushed down the ladder, and before it could stop steadily, a burst of machine gun grips turned into a honeycomb. r@