Seventy-two bays.

The second attack of the 3rd Infantry Squadron was broken down, and more than 20 bodies were thrown down on the hillside.

Looking at the sparse queue in front of him, Morita Fumizo wanted to cry without tears, less than an hour ago, the 3rd Infantry Squadron was still an infantry squadron fully equipped.

The entire squadron combined was more than 250 people.

But now, there are less than a hundred people left standing in front of him.

Morita Fumizo seriously doubted that if he continued to attack like this, by this evening, his entire brigade would be lost by more than half, or even more than half!

Just when Morita Fumizo was secretly sad, Momoyo Kunomura walked over with a black face.

"Morita-kun? Why stop? Kunomura Momoyo said angrily, "Why don't you keep attacking?" ”

"Captain, the casualties are too great!" Morita Fumizo said, "If we continue to fight like this, even if we break through the seventy-two bays, there will be only a few people left in our brigade." ”

"In this case, even if you rush to Yanmen Pass, what is the use?"

"You don't have to think about this, you just need to think about taking down the seventy-two bays!" Kunomura Momoyo said angrily, "Immediately integrate the remnants of the 3rd Squadron into the temporary squadron. ”

"Then lead the temporary squadron to attack again!"

"The detachment commander has just issued a new order, if we can't reach Yanmen Pass before two o'clock in the afternoon, let our entire Kuno Village troops seppuku to thank the emperor!"

"Hello!" Morita Wensan shook his head and said, "Captain, if you have to fight, I have a suggestion." ”

"Suggestions?" Kunomura Momoyo's heart moved slightly, and he said, "Morita-kun, have you discovered anything?" ”

"Hello." Morita Fumizo paused again, and then said, "Wing Commander, did you find that the machine gun fire of the Eighth Route Army is actually not intensive, in the many attacks just now, the Eighth Route Army has always only had two heavy machine guns, and the rest are all rifles, not even a light machine gun. ”

"Originally, with such firepower, it was impossible to block the attack of the imperial army."

"It's just because the terrain here is too bad, and the Eighth Route Army has ingeniously repaired the firepower point under the rock, so we can't do anything about them."

Kunomura Momoyo suddenly said: "So you mean to say ......"

"Yes, saturation attack!" Morita Fumizo paused and said, "If we continue to use the squadron as a unit and invest troops one by one, I am afraid it will be difficult to break through the 72 bays, but if we invest all our troops and launch a group-scale group charge, there will be a great chance to break through the defense line of the Eighth Route Army, because the firepower density of the Eighth Route Army is obviously insufficient." ”

"Yo Xi!" Kunomura Momoyo nodded happily, and then added, "Order." ”

"The artillery squadron used all the smoke bombs and white phosphorus shells in five minutes."

"When the artillery squadron shells, the infantry squadrons, the engineer squadrons are ready."

"After the artillery squadron is over, except for one squad left to guard the equipment, the rest of the squad will also participate in the attack! This time, no matter what, break through the defenses! ”

……

On the top of the hill, sniper positions.

When Wang Yan was holding the telescope and looking at it, he suddenly heard a screaming in his ears.

Hearing this scream, Wang Yan jumped up and ran to the nearest cave as fast as he could, shouting hysterically: "Devil shelling, anti-artillery!" ”

Wang Xikui, Nosaka Kuancheng and other team members dodged one after another.

Almost at the same time as Wang Yan and the others were dodging, rows of shells fell.

Soon a thick white smoke began to fill the hillside, and flames were billowing in the smoke.

"Dog's day little devil." Wei Dayong, who was hiding in a cave with Wang Yan, gritted his teeth and said, "It's a fucking gas bomb again, and I have to give the devil a taste of gas bombs if I have a chance." ”

For poison gas bombs, almost every Eighth Route Army hated it.

"This time it's not a gas bomb, it's a smoke screen!" Wang Yan shook his head and said, "It seems that the devil is planning to attack!" ”

After speaking, Wang Yan fired a red signal flare into the sky.

After seeing this red flare, the cavalry battalion that had been waiting on the back of the mountain immediately took action.

The heavy machine gun company to which the cavalry battalion belonged quickly entered the preset position, but the heavy machine gun position of the cavalry battalion was behind the heavy machine gun position of the guard squad, and the terrain was higher.

So, it is not within the scope of this shelling by the devils.

A quarter of an hour later, the shelling of the devils finally stopped.

Then, the more than 700 devil infantrymen who had already entered the sortie position at the bottom of the hillside immediately jumped up from the ground, and rushed up the hillside with a bright bayonet in their hands.

Even the old devil Momoyo of Kunomura rushed to the front brandishing his saber.

"Taoji change, Taoji change......" Kunomura Momoyo roared as he struggled upward.

From time to time, young Japanese soldiers crossed Kunomura Momoyo and rushed up the hillside quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the Japanese soldiers who rushed the fastest had almost rushed halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, the two Type 92 heavy machine guns of the Eighth Route Army opened heavy fire again.

The rain of bullets fell, and the Japanese soldiers who were charging up fell in rows, but more Japanese soldiers stepped on the corpses of their comrades and continued to rush upwards with a roar.

The saturation offense that Morita Fumizo said finally played its due role.

Although the two heavy machine guns of the Eighth Route Army fired continuously, and there was not even a gap to change the barrels, they were still not enough to stop the charge of a brigade.

The Japanese soldiers were getting closer and closer to the two heavy machine-gun firing points of the Eighth Route Army.

Kunomura Momoyo's eyes also swelled with joy, and he was about to succeed!

As long as you charge up a dozen meters, you can destroy these two heavy machine gun fire points of the Eighth Route Army!

However, in the next second, the joy in Kunomura Momoyo's eyes froze, because he suddenly found that the black-pressed Eighth Route Army suddenly appeared on the mountain beam higher up.

Immediately after, clusters of camouflaged bushes were pushed away.

The bushes were pushed to reveal the swarthy Type 92 heavy machine gun underneath.

Kunomura Momoyo swept over at a glance and saw that there were eight heavy machine guns ambushed on the top of the mountain!

Eight heavy machine guns?! Kunomura Momoyo's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the Nine Hidden Valleys, and it was over!

In the next moment, the eight Type 92 heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, and the dense rain of bullets fell violently in an instant, and the Japanese soldiers who were on the rise fell one by one in an instant.

This time not in rows, but in pieces.

Momoyo Kunomura, who rushed in the queue, was not spared.

At least six or seven bullets hit Kunomura's chest at the same time, knocking his body into a sieve.

Before falling to the ground, Momoyo Kunomura was still thinking in his mind that the Eighth Route Army was really getting more and more cunning!

The Kuno Village troops were completely disabled!