The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Driven by the impact of the bullet, the devil soldier standing on the edge of the trench involuntarily rolled backwards, and then fell into the trench, throwing up a cloud of dust.

Suzuki Takeshi watched helplessly as his companion was headshot in front of him, and was stunned.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The sergeant commander's roar came from his ear, and Suzuki Takeshi, who had reacted, glanced at his companion who had fallen into the trench. Before he could be sad, he turned around, roared, pulled the bolt of the gun and fired, and started to attack.

The firepower of the defenders became extremely dense. The crossfire of two heavy machine guns and five light machine guns hit Suzuki Takeshi and the others lying on the ground unable to move, and the attack stagnated for a while.

Fortunately, the second echelon attacked quickly from the rear. After half an hour and more than 30 people died, Suzuki Takeshi and the others cooperated with the second echelon and finally took down the strong defensive position.

"Damn Chinaman!"

Looking at the bloody corpses in the trenches that the retreating guerrillas had no time to take away, the blood-stained Suzuki Takeshi cursed fiercely, how could he be so tenacious, how could he never finish fighting.

And in the distance as far as the eye could see, those guerrillas who had withdrawn were busy on the new line of defense.

In order to prevent the guerrillas from rebuilding their defenses, the devils who had just captured this position launched another attack.

Fortunately, this time the new second echelon team was in charge of the main attack, and Takeshi Suzuki, who had suffered heavy losses, could finally stay in the trenches for a short rest.

Because the early stage of the attack was all-or-nothing, all the attacking troops rushed forward lightly, leaving everything behind except ammunition and guns.

Therefore, Suzuki Takeshi and the others who were resting did not get the opportunity to supplement food and drink water, just to allow themselves to catch their breath.

They thought they would be able to defeat the guerrilla troops soon by pressing the whole line, but now they shot themselves in the foot after all.

The whizzing stray bullets kept passing overhead, and the sound of guns and guns was dense. The dozens of devils in charge of the second echelon's attack were moving forward with difficulty, causing heavy casualties.

In addition to this direction of attack, the two wings shrouded in gunpowder smoke were also full of gunshots. It was another squadron launching an attack. Their experience should be the same as his own, Suzuki Takeshi thought to himself.

When the devil's front-line troops were fighting in a state of exhaustion due to lack of food and water, they had reached the end of their battle, but the leader of the devil's battalion behind Jing Hirayama didn't know it.

"Report, the third squadron has captured five positions of the Chinese army!"

"Lieutenant Matsushita of the Fifth Squad was killed..."

"The detour troops of the No. [-] Squadron have broken through the resistance of the Chinese Army!"

"The eighth team's attack went well!"

……

Captain Ping Shanjing of the Devils also received reports from the forward troops, but they were all about the battle situation.

Ping Shanjing is very optimistic. According to the current trend of fighting, the Chinese army that blocked them head-on will be completely defeated without waiting until dark, and it is only a matter of time before Jieshou is captured.

"Order all troops to intensify their attack, the Chinese army can no longer hold on."

Captain Hirayama watched the troops continue to advance in depth, but ignored the fact that the attacking troops had reached the end of their strength, and was still urging the troops to step up their attack.

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"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The devil's bomb-throwing team approached and fired, and the [-]mm grenades smashed into the trenches of the guerrillas, and the raging fragments flew across the sandbags, and the sand poured out.

Accompanied by a few balls of black smoke rising up, the dirty ghost soldiers bowed forward mechanically again, their movements were not as agile as before.

The cold and exhaustion had almost exhausted their physical strength, and their current charge seemed so feeble.

And because of the continuous attack, the devil's ammunition is running out, so the fire suppression is also weakening.

"boom!"

The battalion commander, Shen Biao, was shooting with a rifle himself. With a shock from his shoulder, a devil who was lunging forward was knocked down.

"boom!"

There was another muffled gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared on the steel helmet of a devil soldier. The bullet shattered the brain tissue, and bone scum and red and white things spewed out.

The brothers of the guerrillas had been sharpened in the battle. Facing the charging devils, they no longer panicked, but calmly aimed and fired.

Dull gunshots rang out on the battlefield, and the smoke lingered. The exhausted devils had no choice but to lie down on the spot and shoot at the guerrilla brothers before they could reach a distance of 100 meters.

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The ammunition of the devil soldiers was almost consumed, but the ammunition that the guerrillas had been deliberately saving was still a lot, and the characteristic roar of heavy machine guns sounded again.

The trajectory of the howling heavy machine gun bullets plowed out like a plow, and all the devils lying on the trajectory were smashed to pieces.

The light machine gun team of the devil soldiers tried to fight back, but in front of the heavy machine guns, their light machine guns were not enough. After just a few breaths, the machine gun team of the devil soldiers was completely misfired.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing that the attack was really impossible, Captain Guizi, who was in charge of directing the attack here, had to order the troops to withdraw to the starting point and adjust the heavy machine guns to come for reinforcements.

The devils who received the retreat order didn't hesitate at all, they turned around and rushed to the trench where they hid before attacking. That was the fourth line of defense of the guerrillas, and this group of devils had just occupied it not long ago.

"Mortar, mortar, blast me!"

Seeing that the devil couldn't hold back and wanted to retreat, Battalion Commander Shen Biao was not willing to let the devil go, and shouted at the mortar field behind.

Because he was afraid of the precise attack of the Devil Artillery Squadron, Brother Du of the machine gun company did not dare to show his face. Now that the Devil's shells were almost consumed, he dared to attack.

The brothers of the machine gun company and the mortar team, who had been holding their breath for a long time, had already adjusted the shooting parameters. As the white smoke rose up, the howling shells flew over the heads of the infantry brothers in the position. It smashed down towards the retreating devil.

The ghost soldiers have always held the initiative on the battlefield and are in an attacking state. If the attack is not good, withdraw to replenish firepower and attack again.

So I didn't expect to encounter shelling suddenly when I was retreating, so the timing of the guerrilla mortar team's choice was very appropriate.

"Boom! Boom!"

The shells landed on the group of devils who had failed to attack and retreated. Amidst the earth-shattering dull sound, the devil soldiers who were caught off guard were blown to pieces.

The shock waves and fragments produced by each explosion will take away a piece of devils, and the wounded devils rolled on the ground in pain, wailing terribly.

The ghost soldiers who were suddenly bombarded were also a little dazed. Faced with the shells constantly exploding beside them, the devils who were overwhelmed ran back almost rolling and crawling.

Every attack and retreat of the devils was alternately covered and very orderly, but in the face of such a mess of mortar bombardment, the devils who covered them turned around and ran back in a hurry in order to survive, regardless of orders.

The devils who ran back in a mess were blown up from time to time, and screamed again and again on the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

The brothers in the mortar group of the machine gun company are usually reluctant to practice because of the precious shells, so they are not so good at hitting the head, and it takes almost five rounds to hit one.

However, their random bombardment also disrupted the formation of the devil soldiers, and the devils who alternately covered and retreated were running back desperately, without even noticing what was behind them.

"All bayonets!"