The center of the sub-highlands blossomed, and the Japanese army's impregnable defensive line was finally torn open a large gap. Under the point-to-point uprooting of ***** and bazookas, the devils were like ants doused with boiling water, and they came out of the bunker in groups, and after many days of lack of food, they were skinny and complex, but they still carried the ferocity of the beast.

After a bloody battle, the 3rd Rong Regiment, the 245th Regiment of the 82nd Division, and the 308th and 307th Regiments of the 103rd Division captured the main Fengzi Heights, and the Japanese army retreated to the fortress group in the northwest corner of Songshan. The Chinese troops who were ready to annihilate the remnants of the enemy in one fell swoop chased to the northwest, and the soldiers who rushed in front saw from a distance a few small earthen bags in front of the Japanese fortress turning, revealing the dark barrels under the camouflage net, and suddenly cyan smoke rose up, like a series of thunderbolts in mid-air, and many Chinese soldiers were directly hit by the whistling shells, and they exploded into blood mist in an instant.

"There are tanks, there are tanks!" An officer of the Rong 1st Division yelled while waving his arms to make the soldiers lie down.

Most of the Soviet-style T-26 tanks captured from the first expeditionary force were transported to Songshan by the Japanese army and half-buried in the soil as fixed fortresses. It turned out that each part of these fierce and indestructible steel behemoths became the most efficient meat grinder, and the national army in the area of Rolling Dragon Slope paid huge casualties for this, and at this moment, in front of the tank muzzles lined up in the black hole, the attack peak line was also quickly routed.

Once again, the confrontation situation was formed, but the difference was that this was the Japanese army who really retreated to a dead end. Except for the lame five who were bruised by a stray bullet, Ma Chenglong and Liu Mazi did not hang up in this battle. After the battle to consolidate his position, Liu Mazi put on a cigarette again, and suddenly laughed, "Brother Ma, after the last bit of devils above is cleared, is there no more business for us?" ”

Ma Chenglong nodded, but he still didn't react, and asked in a daze: "What's wrong?" ”

"After this pass, the surname Chen will definitely let us go, if you don't let us go, then I'm afraid it won't work!" Liu Mazi was triumphant, "When the time comes, Brother Ma, you go back to the headquarters, and we will go back to the 82nd regiment, and we will also retreat to a safe place, haha, the days of gangsters, we will withdraw to Jiangdong in the future......" Before he finished speaking, he saw a brother from the 3rd Battalion rushing over and quickly stopped.

"Is that camel guy with you?" The younger brother leaned in and asked.

"yes, it's all together." Liu Mazi replied in amazement.

"Dead." The brother sighed and pointed outside.

Lao Luoguo came up to deliver food, probably because his brother was hungry, so he didn't pay much attention to concealment, and was strafed by a burst of machine guns from a distance by the Japanese army in the northwest, and his head was blown out. Many Chinese soldiers gathered around, watching Cripple Wu and Liu **zi cry on the corpse of Lao Luoguo, and the brothers next to them didn't know what kind of relationship these people had, but they had some sympathy for each other.

War has taken the lives of too many people, whether it is an officer, a soldier or a man, from life to death.

Not all of these deceased people have the belief that death is their home. Guys like Lao Luo Guo, who live cautiously, are often afraid, hesitant, and even have the idea of retreating, but there is no doubt that they spent more time finding courage, overcoming weakness, and forcing themselves to move forward. This spirit has nothing to do with greatness, but it is the premise for the Chinese army to fight Songshan.

......

Fifteen days after the sub-heights were breached, and the Japanese troops were compressed to the last position of less than 200 square meters, Jin Guang Shaoza ordered the messenger to send a farewell telegram to the 56th Division.

"Commander Sakaguchi, commander of the Matsuyama Division in Mangshi

Your Excellency General,

Since 10 May, they have been holding their positions for 118 days, and most of the soldiers have been killed in battle because of their humble command and lack of ammunition, and the remaining 73 people, all of whom were wounded, have failed to support the offensive of the whole army, and feel deeply guilty. For this reason, I have ordered the burning of the military flag and the code book, and prepared to die for all of them.

Thanks to His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief and Division Commander for his long-term special care, all the officers and men are grateful. In the future, Shang Qi will take more care of the bereaved families. Under the Nine Springs, we wish the Great Japanese Imperial Army victory.

Commander of the Ramon garrison, Jin Guang Shaozuo"

......

After sending the farewell telegram, after the telegram was completed, Jin Guang ordered the radio station to be smashed. The young correspondent silently complied, followed Shao Zuo, out of the bunker, outside the fortress, the shooting dead corner of the Chinese position, most of the soldiers were already waiting there, lined up, when the golden light turned to them one by one, even those one-legged and one-armed seriously wounded stood up with the support of their comrades, and puffed up their chests.

It was already midnight, and the sound of gunfire during the day had long since dispersed with the wind, and the position was filled with a strange smell of white phosphorus and corpse stench. The terrifying explosion was like an illusion, only the loud sound remained in my mind, and the once proud and fortified fortress disintegrated like a joke under the unbelievable attack methods of the Chinese army, and the defense line was torn apart, and no one has been able to accept this fact until now. Despite being wary of the Chinese side's unusual movements, and the transfer of the wounded and comfort women from the mother fort, the soldiers of the garrison felt a strong sense of shock and despair when the great change really struck.

At this moment, the soldiers watched Jin Guang hold the military flag in his hands, light it on fire, and couldn't help but sob, tears scratching wet marks on his dark and dirty faces. Shao Zuo maintained a standing posture like a stone statue, and the red tongue of fire jumped up little by little, gradually devouring the hand holding the flag, and the smell of burnt flesh began to spread, but there was no expression on his face.

Everyone knows that this may be the last night of the Lameng garrison in Songshan.

The sub-highlands, all over Songshan, and on the banks of the Nu River, are full of fires lit by Chinese. Countless Chinese troops are eyeing this place under the cover of night, and they have waited for this moment, too long, too long.......