After a fierce battle until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese concentrated their large forces and charged several times, but there was no progress, and they were forced to bypass the position of Wang Xueqin's camp and try to bypass the Miling blockade line from the left to force a detour to surround the position of Qiuling.

Han Xing said to Zou Jiyan: "It seems that the enemy wants to surround Qiuling Mountain. As soon as Qiuling is surrounded, the connection between the supply and the rear will be severed, and I am afraid it will be difficult to hold on any longer. If this is the case, Qiuling might as well be withdrawn. ”

Zou Jiyan also said: "You say the same as I think, Qiuling is lost, and there is Miling, we will consume it with the little devil from mountain to mountain, to see who consumes whom." It depends on how the regiment commander commands. ”

At this time, the regiment commander called and said to Zou Jiyan: "Wang Xueqin, a battalion of them blocked the attack of the Japanese heavy soldiers for a morning, and the casualties were not light, and the task was completed, and the Japanese army is now going to cut off their rear road again." I have ordered them to abandon Qiuling and to retreat immediately.

After Qiu Ling is withdrawn, you Mi Ling will be left to support alone. I hope you're prepared. ”

Zou Jiyan said loudly to the regiment commander: "Please rest assured, our battalion is the last man, and we must stick to our position and never give up." ”

It seems that the commander of the 320th regiment still understands tactics, and he said to Zou Jiyan: "Our main task is to use the steep hills to stop the enemy's attack. Fight to the last person, it's not necessary. You can contact the regiment headquarters at any time, and I hope you will use your brains more, fight well, and fight skillfully. ”

"Yes!" Zou Jiyan said uprightly.

"What should we do now?" Zou Jiyan asked Han Xing.

Han Xing said: "It seems that the enemy's next step is to attack Miling with all his might. With a little precious time, do we have more grenades and explosives packs? ”

"There are quite a few." Zou Jiyan said.

Han Xing suggested to him: "I think the grenades and explosives packages we planted are still effective, take this opportunity to plant some more to delay the Japanese attack." ”

Zou Jiyan nodded and said, "I understand," and then arranged for the second company commander to do these things.

Han Xing took a look at the terrain of Miling again, this terrain was very good, there was a long hill on Miling, and Zou Jiyan's battalion could be scattered on this hill casually, which called the enemy's planes or artillery, and it was not clear where the focus of the attack was.

And below the hill, there was a barren slope, and the attacking enemy could not hide at all, completely exposed to the fire of a battalion.

In the spare time of the battle, Han Xing also started a family routine with Zou Jiyan: "Battalion Commander Zou, how many years have you been a soldier?" ”

Zou Jiyan said: "I have been carrying a gun for more than ten years, and I have fought dozens of battles with little devils. ”

Han Xing nodded and said, "It's a veteran." Where did you study? ”

Zou Jiyan said proudly: "I studied at the Luoyang branch of the Central School and trained for three months. ”

"That's good," Han Xing said, "you have both theory and practice, and both are indispensable." No wonder you fought this battle with great success, which is remarkable, and very good. ”

In spring, the sun in the south and the sun in the north do not seem to be very different, the sun in the north is dazzling and warm, and the sun in the south is light golden, just like a woman, a little gentle.

Now, the air with a bit of chill has slowly disappeared, but the dampness remains. On the gentle slope, the sweetness of magnolia flowers, wild roses, and acacia flowers still attract a lot of bees to collect honey. Aphids crawl all over the tiny buds of the young branches of wild roses, and earthworms dig at the fishy smell of wet soil and inhale it in their noses constantly......

The earthworm burrows into the mud very quickly, stretching and shortening its body with a "z", expelling cone-shaped feces to cover the hole left behind.

The weather in the north is dry, and if you don't drink water, your throat will "smoke". In the south, the resurgence weather is shrouded in mist, smoke and rain, water vapor, and wet slopes.

In the north in March, the earth has just warmed up, and the grass and flowers cannot even see their shadows, and they are lazily lying on their stomachs in the dirt at the moment. In March in the south, unknown flowers are blooming all over the hillside, and at a glance, they are purple and red, competing to bloom, and the scenery is infinitely beautiful. Except, of course, fresh craters that have just been cultivated by shells.

The chirping birds shuttled between the branches, among the flowers and weeds, calling their companions to sing in unison. They have long forgotten the bullets that have just gone off, and as soon as the guns stop, they are enjoying the good time of peace.

A few cannon shots of "boom-" interrupted the brief beauty of peace, and the devil's attack was about to begin again.

This time, the enemy's aviation support was gone, and the artillery fire of the artillery wing was gone, only the artillery support of the infantry wing and the infantry brigade. In the face of such a vast hill, the artillery fire could only be indiscriminately bombed, just like sprinkling sesame salt, and they bombed the places they thought might be defended by the Chinese army.

Such bombing, the effect is not very great.

After the artillery show, it was time for the armored convoy to lead an infantry brigade to the stage. This time it was quite pitiful, and only three Type 97 medium tanks remained. The commander of the 214th Wing, Dayi, originally wanted the infantry to charge alone, but with a turn of his mind, he didn't use the ready-made tanks, isn't it stupid. This is called not being used in vain, and being used in vain.

Compared to the last time there were 12 tanks that were majestic, this time there were only 3 lonely, which was somewhat pitiful and dwarfed.

But the tank squadron leader can only endure the sour tears, bite the bullet, you have to go up, you have to go up, you have to go up!

The tank drivers were distracted and demoralized, and they were a little absent-minded. I didn't notice that there was a pile of rocks next to me, and a bag of explosives was waiting for me!

Only a loud "boom" could be heard, and a tank had not yet officially started the battle, and it had been overturned by an earthen explosive bag and turned into a pile of scrap metal, and the infantry behind it was also killed and wounded by more than a dozen. Of the four members in the car, two were killed and two came out alive, but they were also covered in injuries and could not fight again.

There were only 2 tanks left, and Zou Jiyan's battalion didn't treat them as dishes.

The infantry, which had lost the cover of heavy weapons, greatly boosted the morale of the officers and men of Zou Jiyan's first battalion. What are we afraid of, it is the Japanese planes, artillery and tanks, if the little devil does not have these things, just like us, we are still afraid of you bear!

The Japanese army rushed to 500 meters, and the national army did not move at all, and when the Japanese army rushed to 400 meters, the national army still did not move at all.

300 meters, 200 meters, Zou Jiyan suddenly yelled: "Hit-"

So, Zou Jiyan's heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and rifles shot at the devil together. Han Xing's heavy machine guns were not to be outdone, and of course they fired fiercely with them.

At this time, the benefits of seeing the terrain came, on the gentle slope, the devil was standing and about to be shot, even if he was squatting, he was going to be shot, and there was no favorable terrain around to hide. The devils fell down one by one, just like a combine machine harvesting wheat, but it was quite neat.

The devil had no choice but to crawl forward to attack, even if he was crawling, the bullets were also flying close to the scalp, and countless blisters of soil that had been hit by bullets were scurrying around. Some devils crawled and crawled, tilted their heads, and then stopped moving.

The devil officer thought that the soldier was afraid of death, so he cursed, went up and pushed him, only to know that he had already died.

Zou Jiyan suddenly remembered one thing, the 320th Regiment also has a mortar company, and this mortar company has not yet been called. So Zou Jiyan shouted at the headquarters of the 320th Regiment with a walkie: "Request artillery support, request artillery support." ”

After a while, a black projectile, with graceful curves, flew high in the air, like a flock of black birds flying freely and proudly and regularly.

Dozens of 82-mm mortar shells fell from the sky and smashed into the devil's attacking contingent at once, flashing with clusters of fire and plumes of smoke, followed by another round of shells, and two seconds later, another wave of shells.

Mortars have curved ballistics and fast fire, and can fire about 40 rounds a minute at the earliest, that is, one shell can be fired in less than two seconds.

The devils have fallen to the blood, you are lying on the ground, but the mortar shells are hitting you, you will not be spared! I saw mortar shrapnel flying everywhere, the arms and thighs of Japanese soldiers, and a large amount of dirt, and these mixtures flew into the air more than ten meters at once, doing all kinds of performance art performances.

In the 33rd Division, there were a large number of recruits, and they really couldn't stand this terrible torture, and they got up and wanted to run. Then the death will be faster, the killing radius of mortar shells is more than ten meters, and the shrapnel that overlaps and crosses each other kills, and the probability of being alive is geometric for the soldiers who want to escape.

Even more unfortunate were the two Type 97 medium tanks, although the 25 mm armor was thick enough, but their shells were somewhat unbearable after repeated bombardment. One mortar shell hit the tank itself directly, paralyzing one tank in one fell swoop.

A few more shells hit the side of another tank, and one side of the tank was blown off the ground, shook for a moment, and almost collapsed. This tank looked at it, and if it stayed any longer, it would definitely die, and if it didn't run at this time, let alone when, regardless of whether the soldiers behind it were dead or alive, it crushed the corpses of the officers and soldiers behind it, and retreated to the back.

After the mortar shell attack, the attacking Japanese army was really miserable, there were dead bodies everywhere, and there were wounded people with missing arms and legs everywhere. Those who were not injured did not look good, their faces were covered with dirt, and only two eyes and a mouth of white teeth were exposed, and it was difficult to distinguish between people and ghosts.

Some of the soldiers lost their sense of direction at all, and were walking back and forth blindly, quickly knocked down by stray bullets fired from the mountains.

At the time of the attack, there was almost a brigade, that is, nearly 1,000 officers and soldiers, and at this time, only four or five hundred people could stand up. More importantly, their souls seem to have been lost, and some have lost the confidence to fight any longer.