gnovel Chapter 301 Yoshizumi Ryosuke's Li Jianghe Phobia Attack
Chapter 301 Yoshizumi Ryosuke's Li Jianghe Phobia Attack
In contrast, the soldiers of the guard detachment had to grit their teeth and withstand the fierce attacks of the Japanese army, bleeding every minute.
The soil in the trenches was soaked with blood, and it felt soft and spongy underfoot, like stepping on a wet sponge.
Inside the command center, Long Wenzhang checked the time; the hour hand on his watch had reached exactly twelve o'clock, and a new day had begun.
It's time to counterattack.
He took a deep breath and picked up the radio microphone.
Before long, a sharp whistling sound came from above his head, like thousands of birds screaming at the same time.
That was the artillery unit of Li Jianghe's Third Column, with over a hundred 105mm caliber cannons firing simultaneously.
The barrels of those German-made howitzers were raised high, and the shells pierced the night sky, directly covering the area where the 9th and 107th Divisions were located.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!" The explosions were deafening, the earth trembled, and the air vibrated.
This was an unprecedentedly fierce counterattack; the firelight turned the night into day, and even the distant mountains were bathed in its glow.
The reason why the artillery units behind Li Jianghe were able to include Huangkan Village in their coverage area was mainly due to the annihilation of the Japanese 29th Brigade.
Those artillery positions were able to advance several kilometers north and enter new firing positions.
In addition, the range of the German-made 105mm howitzer was already far greater than that of ordinary field guns and mountain guns.
With a maximum range exceeding twelve kilometers, it was not impossible for shells to hit the positions of the 9th and 107th Divisions.
The Japanese troops were caught completely off guard and never expected to be subjected to such a fierce artillery barrage.
The troops that were organizing the offensive were quickly overwhelmed by the dense artillery fire, like small boats swallowed by a giant wave.
"BOOM!!!!" The shockwave and raging air currents of the explosion tore the bodies of the Japanese soldiers within the kill zone to shreds in the blink of an eye.
The soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were thrown into the air by the shockwave and fell back down in pieces.
After being accelerated by the shockwave, the shrapnel acted like sharp knives, rapidly tearing apart the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldiers.
Then it embeds itself deeply into the bone, getting stuck between the bone joints, and can't be pulled out.
Screams, wails, and roars rose and fell, like a symphony of hell, only to be quickly extinguished by the deafening explosions.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, a mixture that made one want to vomit.
Inside the joint command center, Yoshizumi Ryosuke was also startled by the sound of the explosion, and almost dropped the teacup in his hand.
Then, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, running down his spine and soaking his uniform.
It was another sudden shelling attack, and the shells landed not far from his command post, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
What's next? Yoshizumi Ryosuke's mind raced.
Counterattack! Yes, it must be a counterattack by the Third Column!
He knows this routine all too well.
Outside Nanjing, Yoshizumi Ryosuke had experienced this far too many times, each time resulting in heavy losses for him.
"Order the frontline troops to return to their positions immediately!!! Now! Immediately!"
Yoshizumi Ryosuke raised his voice and shouted, almost yelling.
Tasaka Hachijuchi, standing to the side, looked over with some surprise, his brows furrowed like a twisted rope.
"It's just enemy artillery fire, why are you ordering the frontline troops to withdraw? Aren't you being overly sensitive?"
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His voice carried a hint of disdain and mockery, as if he were looking at a coward.
Yoshizumi Ryosuke gave him a cold glance, his gaze as biting and icy as the winter wind.
"What do you know? Li Jianghe's troops should not be underestimated in any nighttime counterattack."
"Otherwise, we will pay a heavy price. I have already suffered losses several times outside Nanjing, and I will not be fooled again."
Tasaka Hachijuchi, still puzzled, muttered in a low voice, almost inaudible.
"Even if they have an advantage in night fighting, what does it matter? In the end, the other side only has four or five thousand men."
"Four or five thousand people, how much of a commotion can they cause? Is it really worth being so afraid? They're such cowards."
As he was speaking, the artillery fire began to extend backward.
"Boom boom boom!!! Boom boom boom!!!!" Round after round, each round of shells landed closer to the area where the command post was located.
The shells seemed to be chasing them, landing with increasing precision, and the explosions getting closer and closer.
The two exchanged a glance, then, without further ado, hurriedly crouched down and ran towards the air-raid shelter, where they hid.
Just as the artillery fire began to extend backward, Long Wenzhang's side had already gathered over a hundred armored vehicles from the guard detachment.
The engines of the Type 251 armored vehicles and Puma armored vehicles roared simultaneously, like a pack of enraged wild beasts.
Trucks and motorcycles equipped with machine guns also started their engines, their exhaust pipes spewing out dark red sparks.
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."
Trucks and motorcycles equipped with machine guns also started their engines, their exhaust pipes spewing out dark red sparks.
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."
They suddenly emerged from both flanks, like two sharp scissors, and charged towards the Japanese positions under the cover of artillery fire.
In fact, this counterattack only had a force of more than two thousand men, distributed on both flanks, with only a little over a thousand men in each direction.
Even so, with a large number of tanks and modified trucks covering the infantry charge, the momentum was quite overwhelming.
The tracks of those steel behemoths rolled over the ground with heavy creaking sounds, and the dust they kicked up blotted out the sky.
Within minutes, the tank group had reached the Japanese positions that were covered by artillery fire.
The Japanese soldiers hadn't recovered from the explosion yet; their heads were still buzzing.
They looked up and saw, behind the smoke, tanks revealing menacing cannon muzzles, dark and gaping like the eyes of death.
The steel body gleamed with a cold hue under the flares, like a monster from another world.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!!"
The tanks' onboard weapons, whether cannons or machine guns, began to fire at the Japanese troops.
The roars of the MG34 and MG42 machine guns mingled together, like a symphony of death.
The flying bullets instantly knocked the Japanese soldiers to the ground, and they fell one by one like wheat being harvested.
The shells slammed into the machine gun positions, blowing the gunners and machine guns to pieces, their parts and flesh mixed together.
On the anti-tank artillery position, the 37mm guns were overturned by a shell before they could even be aimed.
The cannon barrel twisted and deformed, the cannon wheel flew far away, and the gunner's body hung on the gun carriage, a bloody mess.
The tank formation, like a giant scythe, sliced across the defensive lines of two Japanese divisions, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
Inside the Third Column headquarters, Yang Ruifu handed over the telegram, his tone tinged with excitement.
"The counter-offensive of the guard detachment has begun and is progressing well; they have already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army."