1890 King of Southeast Asia

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The Japanese bombardment soon attracted retaliation, but unfortunately, the Japanese learned to be smart.

This time, Hasegawa Yoshimichi did not use heavy firepower, but used the most and lightest Type 31 or Type 41 mountain guns in the hands of the Japanese army.

Among them, the Type 31 mountain guns are more common, but they are old-fashioned guns before the Russo-Japanese War. Although they are called rapid-fire guns, they only use smokeless propellants and have no recoil mechanism. In essence, they are recoil guns.

Everyone is familiar with the Type 41 mountain gun. Among other guns of the same period, its performance is relatively excellent, but not many are equipped.

The Japanese fired 5.3 kg grenades instead of heavier armor-piercing shells, because no one expected these guys to penetrate the solid bunkers.

The firing lasted only more than a minute. The Type 31 mountain gun fired three to four shells, and the Type 41 fired more than ten shells, and then the Japanese began to evacuate.

The Type 31 weighs more than 900 kilograms, and the Type 41 weighs more than 500 kilograms. They are pulled by horses and pushed by people. In a few minutes, Japan has moved all the mountain artillery.

"Yes, the front line has been blocked. Urge the soldiers to cross the river as soon as possible." Hasegawa Yoshimichi looked at the Chinese positions full of gunpowder and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the purpose of his artillery attack. On a front of just a few kilometers, he concentrated more than 200 mountain artillery to bombard the Chinese positions.

The main purpose is not to kill Chinese personnel, but to create dust to cover the battlefield and make the Chinese machine guns lose enough vision.

In this way, those soldiers who walk to the river have a chance to cross the river.

It is now mid-October. The river is not deep and wide. It is in the dry season. The water level has dropped by more than half, but...

Jiuliancheng is located in the lower reaches of the Green River. Even if the river surface drops by half, the narrowest part is still three or four hundred meters, and the deepest part is not something these dwarfs can safely pass through.

Hasegawa Yoshimichi certainly knew this, and they had been prepared for it.

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"Hayago, Hayago!" The sergeant called out to the soldiers around him urgently, and they lifted a small wooden boat from the grass by the river and threw it into the river quickly.

The boat can only seat four people, but there are six of them. The sergeant also has his own way. He took out two dry templates from the inside of the cot, randomly stuffed them into the two people, and jumped on the boat first.

Their team only had two boats, because it was originally expected that one-third of them would have been killed or wounded by this point, and they didn't need so many boats.

But God played a joke on him. They only lost one person, and there were twelve people left. Four of them had to swim over with a wooden board.

There was no climate crisis at this time, and the climate warming was not obvious. The autumn was not very hot. Fortunately, it was not late autumn yet, otherwise these four people might not need the Chinese soldiers to waste bullets, and they would die of illness very sensibly.

The sergeant jumped on the boat and fired forward with a soldier, covering the two soldiers behind him who were paddling quickly. After about three or four minutes, they were miraculously safe and jumped onto the land.

"Hide and wait for the arrival of the main force." Looking at the dense fortifications and barbed wire in front, the sergeant rationally chose to stop.

"Where is the squad leader? Why are there only two of you?" The sergeant looked at the second boat that came ashore and asked with a frown.

"The squad leader and Sancunjun were hit by a bullet and fell into the water." These two young soldiers, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, answered tremblingly in the face of pressure from their predecessors.

The squad leader did not have such good luck as the sergeant. When he was on the boat, a bullet was fired from his stomach, and the rolling bullet broke the spleen and part of the liver, and then flew out.

The heavy bleeding and huge pain made him twitch, and he lost consciousness and fell down. If he was on land, he would be tortured for a while, and after being awakened by the pain, he died of heavy bleeding.

Fortunately, he fell directly into the water on the river, and then he would die of drowning. Although it was painful, at least it would not last that long, and he died unconsciously.

The bullet that flew out of his body rolled and shot into the soldier behind him. Because he changed the trajectory curve, when it entered the soldier behind him, it hit the center of the stomach.

Then, this bullet, which had already deformed a little, hit the soldier's spine heavily. The soldier lost control of his feet in an instant and fell down.

When he fell down, the boat shook violently-the squad leader fell down, and he lost control of his legs and couldn't stand firm, so he also fell down.

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Because his legs were no longer sensitive, he couldn't swim in a panic and drowned alive.

In this way, I don't know which Chinese soldier completed the achievement of a series of two.

The sergeant waited for a while, and his squad finally reached eight soldiers.

"Sir, the squad leader? Sir, the third squad reports to you, please arrange the combat mission!" The sergeant waited for a while and saw his squad leader.

"The third squad? Just right, follow me, our squad's mission is to build a pontoon bridge, and your squad is responsible for transporting the boats over." The squad leader's eyes lit up and pulled the sergeant over.

He came a little late, and the mission of attacking was taken away. Now he has to build a pontoon bridge under the enemy's nose.

Compared to building a pontoon bridge, the mission of attacking is not so dangerous...

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"Report, report from the front line, some enemies have crossed the river, and the enemy is building a pontoon bridge at the front line, requesting instructions." The staff officer turned to Zou Cheng and said.

Zou Cheng was eating steamed buns with meat sauce slowly, and was stunned when he heard this.

"What does Xu Shijie think?"

It was neither a request for support nor a report of response or results, so he had some ideas.

"Captain Xu meant to let the enemy build a pontoon bridge, pin down the enemy, and strive for greater casualties." The staff officer said.

"Let him do it." Zou Cheng thought about it and nodded.

The river surface is not the best defense. The Green River is so long that there is always a place for it to float over. China's defense is the unobstructed area between the river surface and the fortifications, and the barbed wire on it.

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"Instructor Zhao." The first battalion commander walked into the machine gun bunker and patted Zhao Dezhong on the shoulder.

"What are you doing? Battalion commander, why don't you attack the pontoon bridge? As long as the shooting rhythm is guaranteed on both sides, the enemy will definitely not be able to build it." Zhao Dezhong turned around and asked seriously.

"Instructor Zhao, the regiment's intention is to let them set up, let them come over, and then eat up some of them."

"Of course, it can't be too obvious. We must put just the right amount of pressure on them and let them set up."

"The division commander has agreed. The regiment commander has given you the task of exerting pressure. Our regiment cannot control it. The machine gun bunkers on the left and right sides are under your command."

The battalion commander finished speaking in one breath and looked at Zhao Dezhong.

Zhao Dezhong is a machine gun instructor, responsible for teaching. Half of the machine gunners of the 32nd Division have been taught by him. He is a veteran and a backbone of the position. Although it is an order, the battalion commander's attitude is not tough.

"Okay, I understand, leave it to me." Zhao Dezhong digested the information and nodded.

"Adjust the firing rate, take turns to fire in bursts, and don't aim at people every round."

"Han Zhu, come over and load the machine gun. You operate the machine gun, and I will command the other machine guns."

Zhao Dezhong turned around and handed over the machine gun, and gave the position of deputy shooter to Han Zhu who was inserting bullets into the bullet belt.

It usually takes a lot of effort to go from an ammunition carrier to an assistant gunner, and this is also Zhao Dezhong's selfish desire for Han Zhu.

"Yes!"

"Okay!"

Boom boom boom...

The machine gun fired a long burst, raising a row of dust on the ground next to a sergeant, but missed the man.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Zhao Dezhong turned and left the bunker, walked along the communication trench to the machine gun bunkers on the left and right sides.

Huh~

Boom!

The Japanese started shelling again, and this time some 150mm or 120mm shells were mixed in the 75mm shells, which was suppressing the machine gun firepower.

There was no way, the front-line attack was blocked, and Hasegawa Yoshimichi had to use precious artillery to build a pontoon bridge to send soldiers over.

Otherwise, how to put enough pressure on China?

As soon as Zhao Dezhong arrived at the machine gun bunker on the right, he heard the sound of artillery from behind his own position. The Chinese artillery began to counterattack, and the artillery battle began.

Boom, boom, boom...

A machine gun in the machine gun bunker just fired a suppressive shot, and the trigger was pulled, and it swept left and right.

Zhao Dezhong saw that two or three hundred meters away, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers fell down at once, and then three or five people lay on the ground and crawled back desperately.

One sweep shot killed at least seven or eight people, which fully demonstrated what efficiency is.

"Stop shooting at the pontoon bridge..."

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For two hours, the Japanese army did not stop attacking. People kept falling in front of the Chinese soldiers' positions, and Japanese kept crossing the river.

During this period, the simple pontoon bridge was gradually built.

In just these two hours, the Japanese army suffered more than 5,000 casualties, of which about 3,000 were directly killed, and among the remaining wounded, there were not many lightly wounded.

"Yoshi, order the artillery to stop moving and fire at full speed, and order the infantry to attack quickly, and be sure to take down the positions on the other side!" Hasegawa Yoshimichi nodded vigorously.

Of course, he could guess the enemy's intention. Wasn't it to attack halfway across the river? He did it on purpose, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it.

Otherwise, who would build a pontoon bridge like this? Who would allow a pontoon bridge to be built like this?

This was a psychological game, and he won.

Boom boom...

In a short time, Hasegawa Yoshimichi concentrated more than 400 cannons, most of which were 75mm mountain and field cannons, but there were also 120mm and 150mm howitzers.

Don't think it's too little, these cannons are concentrated on attacking the defense line of a few kilometers, not hundreds of kilometers like in Europe.

The Chinese artillery began to counterattack immediately, but the Japanese fired at the positions desperately, stirring up a lot of smoke and dust, and with the shock wave, the machine gun bunkers could not fire for a while.

The Japanese took the opportunity to quickly pass through two simple pontoon bridges.

The shelling lasted for a full half an hour, and the Japanese paid the price of hundreds of artillery pieces being directly destroyed and thousands of artillery casualties.

As a result, tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers were able to quickly cross the pontoon bridge - although a lot of them fell down, and the connection was not very stable due to the hasty action.

More soldiers were organizing the small boats passing by the shore, trying to build more pontoon bridges to transport more people.

"Kill them!"

"Charge!"

"For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Half a year!"

"Mom..."

Various voices merged together, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed across the river gathered into various streams and began to charge.

As mentioned earlier, the Japanese army changed the drill manual and stopped the training of pig-rushing charge, but that was in recent years.

These reserve troops, the veterans still received training from the era of pig-rushing, and the new recruits did not receive formal training at all, and could only learn from the veterans.

Therefore, the soldiers who rushed over unconsciously organized a dense charge formation, and a group may be hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of people.

The early stage was smooth sailing, but when they advanced to a distance of less than 300 meters, they encountered troubles - countless, piles of corpses and broken limbs were placed everywhere.

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Many people in the vanguard wanted to stop, but the crowd could not stop moving forward, and they were pushed over.

As the crowd passed, the corpses became unrecognizable, and it was even more difficult to identify who was who.

At a distance of 250 meters, they encountered the second obstacle - barbed wire.

The coiled wire was placed on the ground, and the wire was covered with barbs, one every few dozen meters, half a person high.

"Ah!"

"It hurts!"

"Can't move forward, retreat!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

It was useless. The vanguard was pressed against the wire mesh, slowly worn out and wailing.

However, hundreds of sacrifices were not in vain. The soldiers behind stepped on the corpses, crossed one wire mesh, and greeted the next one.

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"Almost done, cross fire, suppressive shooting."

The dust had not yet completely dispersed, and only vague shadows could be seen, but Zhao Dezhong could roughly understand the direction by listening to the sound.

Dongdongdongdong...

The machine guns in the machine gun bunker began to fire, and the machine guns on the left and right sides also joined the firing queue.

Even in the bunker, the light machine guns that the regiment commander Xu Shijie redeployed also joined the shooting queue.

Dongdongdongdong...

Tututututu...

For a time, the dense sound of machine guns rang into a ball, and the deadly metal storm formed an iron broom, sweeping towards the Japanese.

Zhao Dezhong was in the machine gun bunker, with a very poor vision and could not see the situation clearly, but Xu Shijie could see clearly from the observation port on the top of the mountain.

The dust from the bombardment mainly blocked the view of the bunker.

Five minutes ago, Xu Shijie was smoking, and when the bombardment continued for ten minutes without reducing the intensity, he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after the bombardment ended, the first scene he saw was densely packed Japanese soldiers wearing brown military uniforms, that is, yellow-buckling Japanese soldiers.

There were tens of thousands of people, endless and boundless, and tens of thousands of people crowded on the shore that was several kilometers long and hundreds of meters wide, which looked like a large area of ​​yellow-buckling Japanese soldiers.

(Starting from the Meiji 38-style military uniform, the Japanese military uniforms became brown, that is, yellow-buckling Japanese soldiers.)

Then, the yellow-buckling Japanese soldiers began to rush up like a tidal wave, shouting.

"It's over..." This was Xu Shijie's first thought.

I'm not kidding. Tens of thousands of people gathered together, howling like ghosts and wolves, and the scene was scary enough.

Then...

The machine guns started to fire, first two, then seven or eight, and finally hundreds of heavy machine guns on the entire defense line.

There were also light machine guns that were transferred at the first time, with more in number, but the firepower was not strong.

In Xu Shijie's eyes, the "Yellow Bulalaji" became uneven at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell down in rows.

The speed of falling extended inward quickly, and soon, a gap appeared.

Seeing the yellow Japanese soldiers falling in rows, Xu Shijie's first reaction was:

"It's like cutting wheat..."

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