The second platoon leader, Da Huangya, led his second platoon brothers to move forward in the lanes of residential houses. They turned around in a daze and didn't pay attention to how far they had moved. They were a little confused. The company commander asked me to move to a distance where I could see the Japanese. How far was this? There was not a single shadow of a ghost. The first platoon had already entered the house, and my second platoon was still wandering around. What if I really bumped into the arms of the Japanese? He raised his hand to block the brothers who followed him, and the team temporarily stopped against the wall.
He turned around and asked the soldier behind him: "Do you know how far we have advanced?"
"Maybe - two hundred meters? Or three hundred meters?"
"Should I ask you or you ask me?"
At this time, another soldier came over and said, "Platoon leader, listen to the gunfire coming from the east. Are we on par with the Japanese on the side street?"
Da Huangya pricked up his ears. Yes, he could hear the gunshots from the east through several floors of houses, especially the roar of the crooked handle rifles, which were particularly clear. Da Da Da Da Da was usually silent, and occasionally mixed with the Japanese's chattering. Da Huangya changed his mind and simply went to the small street in the east to hit the Japanese from the side, helping to relieve the pressure on the company that was confronting the Japanese on the small street. With a wave of his hand, the second platoon turned left and moved towards the small street in the east.
Just one or two minutes later, a small group of Japanese soldiers came from the corner where the second row had just stopped to search in the opposite direction...
The company was engaging the Japanese on the side street head-on. Visibility was too poor, so they could only shoot blindly at each other. The situation was so hasty that they could only find temporary cover, such as windows facing the street, door frames, columns, and steps on the ground. They leaned against each other, hid, and lay down. The Type 99 rifles on the opposite side kept firing, and the Czech-style rifles on this side howled back. Grenades were useless because the distance was a little far. The Japanese did have grenade launchers, but they were anxious because they couldn't see the target due to lack of visibility. Although they were shooting blindly, the side street was straight, so as long as they followed the direction of the street, they could be blinded. So far in the exchange of fire, more than a dozen people in the company had died, and even more were injured. Except for the machine gunner who was still working, the rest of the people basically hid on both sides of the street without showing their heads, and only relied on the rain of bullets whizzing around them. The side street was frozen, and they could only rely on the roundabout street fighting in the lanes of the residential areas on both sides.
Da Huangya led the second platoon and finally reached the side of the alley, where they were only one room away from the Japanese soldiers blocking the street. He waved his hand and asked more than 20 brothers to squat against the wall. He raised his ears and carefully determined the location of the machine gun sound behind the house. Hehe, if the enemy defenders on the alley were eliminated, the credit would be mine. My second platoon could finally make a difference. He turned around and called the brothers to quietly gather around, and whispered: "The three of you in front, no, three are not enough, the five of you, each prepare a grenade, and throw it across the room when you hear my order."
"Platoon leader, I don't have any grenades!" The new recruit Liu Erdan interrupted stupidly.
"Fuck, can't you ask the people around you for one? You're so stupid. Don't interrupt. Oh, when the grenade goes off, squad one will rush over from the left side of this room, squad two will rush around the right side, squad three will follow me into the room through the window, and we will all fight hard, no one is allowed to back down. Do you understand?"
Seeing the brothers nodding their heads to show that they understood, Da Huangya stood up and leaned against the window on the back wall. He raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the bolt very slowly and carefully to avoid making any sound. "Everyone, get ready!"
Swish—the fuses of four grenades were pulled and flew over the roof with smoke.
Liu Erdan used a grenade for the first time, and his heart was pounding, he felt thirsty, and his legs were shaking. Seeing that the four people around him had thrown their grenades, he hesitated for a moment, turned his head to the side, gritted his teeth and pulled the grenade fuse, closed his eyes and threw the grenade towards the roof, and the fifth grenade also flew up with smoke.
Clank, clank, gurgle, three smoking wooden-handled grenades bounced merrily on the gravel ground of the side street, dumbfounding the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who were concentrating on shooting. The machine gunner with a crooked handle and two assistant gunners who were lying under the eaves stopped shooting and turned their heads to look. Crash, clatter, the fourth grenade also fell through the gap between the tiles on the roof, and hit the machine gunner's helmet with a bang.
Boom boom boom—the chemical reaction expanded perfectly in a radial shape, accompanied by sexy and full-bodied smoke, accompanied by fragmentation within a radius of more than ten meters, accompanied by a soul-stirring strong tremor. The dozen or so Japanese soldiers on the scene were almost not spared, and half of the machine gunner's body disappeared. The effect was perfect.
The grenade went off! Go!
Squads one and two rushed out along both sides of the house. Da Huangya smashed the rear window beside him with the butt of his gun, held on to the windowsill with one hand and jumped into the house. Several people from squad three followed immediately.
The fifth grenade had its fuse pulled last and was thrown in a slightly higher arc. It spun in the air and slowly flew to the highest point, where it paused for a moment. Then it fell straight down, trailing a trail of smoke, smashing the tiles, passing through the roof, and landing right in front of Dahuangya's feet inside the house.
This is fate, something you cannot escape no matter who you are. On the battlefield, the one who kills you may not always be the enemy, sometimes it may be yourself.
Boom—the whole house shook, as if it had sneezed. The shock wave of the explosion shattered all the doors and windows, and thick smoke and ash and debris spurted out, sending out the last soldier from the third squad who had just climbed into the back window.
The explosion inside the house caused the soldiers of the first and second squads who were advancing on both sides of the house to pause for a moment. Several of them were thrown to the ground, but they still rushed out. At this time, no one cared about the explosion inside the house. Accompanied by the smoke after the explosion, the second platoon rushed to the small street. The ground was full of Japanese corpses and blood. There was no living person. They were a little confused for a moment. After a moment, the smoke dissipated, and dozens of Japanese soldiers appeared on the small street leading to the dock...
Details determine success or failure. The Japanese set up two lines of defense on this small street. In the front was a Type 99 rifle and an infantry squad; the second line 20 to 30 meters behind was the main force of the squad.
Seeing a dozen people on the front line disappear in the explosion in an instant, and then a dozen enemies jumped out of the smoke, with a distance of only a dozen meters, the Japanese were confused for a moment and instinctively rushed back with their bayonets.
Bang, bang, bang... The second platoon fired a row of shots from their position, but they could only fire this row of shots, knocking down more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. Then, bayonets flashing with cold light appeared before their eyes, and it turned into a massacre.
Why is it a "massacre"? The Japanese have bayonets, don't we have them too? Unfortunately, we don't! There are bayonet mounts on the guns, but no bayonets. The entire company only has a few bayonets that can be matched with the guns, and they are only issued to veterans who are good at bayoneting. Others can only go to the battlefield to pick up. What they pick up are the Japanese Type 38 bayonets, which cannot be hung on their rifles, and can only be pinned on the waist. So, don't think that everyone has a bayonet. In many troops, bayonets are also in short supply. The reality is so cruel.
When the bayonet is right in front of you, no one will not be afraid, but when it pierces your body, you will feel relieved. As long as you have a breath left, you can grab the gun to prevent it from being pulled out, then pull out the knife at your waist and stab it back, or grab anything around and hit the son of a bitch hard, or try to grab the enemy on the opposite side, dig at him, scratch him, bite him, and never let go. The second row was annihilated in a cold light...