The Japanese army was indeed very tenacious, although it was suppressed by the rifles and light machine guns in front of it, and it was impossible to charge like before, and the light machine guns and heavy machine guns that they were desperately trying to suppress the opponent in the dark night also did not recognize people, but they really crawled all the way forward.

It may not be much to crawl up more than 100 meters on the training ground, but in this mountain, it is definitely not an easy task, especially when the lights are blind.

It's still a trivial matter to hit the head on the stone, but the head is still wearing a thick and warm military hat, the key is that the hand and body have to be pulled on the stone floor, and there may be branches poking at the soft face, which is the most fatal.

If you want to know how the Japanese infantry felt at this time, you can understand it when you go to the mountains at night and climb more than ten meters.

But this also proves that the Japanese army at this time is definitely the first-class army in Asia, and even in this case, they are still advancing. Because, the hand-cranked sirens in the rear did not give a signal to retreat, and they did not dare to run back without the order of the commander.

Soon, in the exchange of suppression and counter-suppression between the two sides, I don't know how many Japanese infantry were hit by stray bullets, and the miserable howls never stopped anyway. However, the Japanese attack did not stop.

Of course, the Japanese army knew this, and the 1st Infantry Battalion on the opposite side actually knew it in their hearts.

But the Chinese soldiers on the position did not know where the Japanese had advanced.

Therefore, in the battle position of each infantry platoon, there were two people who did not shoot, but listened intently to the movement from the front.

The gunfire on the battlefield was deafening, and it was so hard to hear what they wanted to hear from the cacophony of sounds.

They had to concentrate and pay all their attention, even if the position was also covered in a rain of bullets from Japanese light machine guns and heavy machine guns.

One second to remember: /or

The position was also pitch black, and the Japanese machine gunners were not immortals, and they couldn't shoot accurately, but the machine gun bullets that came over like a scoop were just as terrible, and that thing didn't need to be hit several times, just one shot, and it was over.

Especially in the frontal position, in this short period of firing time, more than 10 soldiers fell down with a muffled grunt, and several of them stopped moaning from then on.

Finally, a soldier heard what he wanted from the deafening sound of gunfire.

A brass bell rang 50 meters away.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, I heard the voice, the Japanese have come." The young private crawled through the trench to the young platoon commander who was pulling the bolt of the Hanyang-made gun from the battle position.

"Good job, little shanzi, good job." The young lieutenant ducked into the trench with his gun in his hand, his face blackened by the smoke from the rifle, and the shoulder of the private, who could only see a mouthful of white teeth in the moonlight, praised him.

"Platoon commander, can you let the brothers throw grenades?" Private Hehe smiled and gave advice to the young ensign who was a few years older than him.

Putting his ear to the wall of the trench and listening carefully, the young lieutenant silently estimated the time, about the time from the brass bell 80 meters away to the present, that is, the speed at which the Japanese infantry was crawling.

"Holy shit, on such terrain, little devils still climb so fast!" complained angrily, and a hint of cunning flashed on the young man's face. "But you can't throw grenades right now."

"Platoon commander, it's only a few tens of meters, if you don't throw it, the devils will crawl under our noses in a while." The privates were in a hurry.

"What's the hurry, how far can your baby grenade go?" The second lieutenant glanced at his subordinate and asked.

"More than forty meters!" Private gave the data confidently.

"Yo he! It's far away! The second lieutenant laughed, and slapped the private on his hat. Then you come, now cast more than 40 meters to Lao Tzu, and if you can't throw Lao Tzu, go back and whip your baby three times. ”

"Don't dare to vote!" The private was quite down-to-earth, looking up at the bullets that kept whizzing overhead, and shrunk his neck. "Then you have to stand up and vote, I'm afraid I'll be killed."

"That's the end of it!" The second lieutenant said funny: "As soon as you say let you vote, your baby is smart now, if you don't dare to die, the brothers dare to die?" The chief said before the war, we can't be afraid of death, but we can't die in vain, and it is enough to get a devil to accompany us before we die. Now we can't be stupid and stand up and throw grenades. ”

"Go, inform our brothers in the 1st platoon, all stop shooting, one person prepares a grenade, listen to Lao Tzu's order, everyone can't get up, just sit in the trench and throw it out for Lao Tzu, see everyone's ability from afar, as long as you don't throw Lao Tzu into the trench."

The gunfire in the 100-meter area in the center of the position was much more sparse, which greatly reduced the psychological pressure of the Japanese infantry who were crawling forward.

Those stupid machine gun shooters have finally achieved some results, and if they had been shot more accurately like this, wouldn't Baga's Lao Tzu have to be afraid of so hard?

The instinct of the fighters caused the Japanese infantry scattered in other areas to belong to the first wave of charging to converge on this area, and many Japanese troops had already begun to look forward to the Chinese infantry positions less than 30 meters on the opposite side.

The moonlight was so bright that they could even see the green smoke rising from the battlefield.

In their hearts, they silently calculated that as long as they advanced more than ten meters, they would stand up, pick up the rifles that had been loaded with bayonets, and in just two or three seconds, they could rush into the trenches of the Chinese and then stab them to death in the trenches.

For white-knuckle warfare, even if the Chinese once showed the sharpness of the broadsword, the Japanese army had stronger self-confidence.

It was the confidence of decades of successive victories for the entire empire on the battlefield, having defeated polar bears with bayonets, defeated the Chinese several times, and this time was no exception.

Wang Hechun, who was hiding in the field headquarters built with trees and two huge rocks dozens of meters away, was also observing the front-line battlefield for a while, and when he heard the gunfire belonging to a row of guns in front of him, his face couldn't help but change slightly: "Go and ask what the hell that kid Li Guobin is doing, why did the gun stop on the position he was responsible for?" ”

The captain and deputy battalion commander who was also lying on his stomach next to him poked his head out and looked ahead, but it was Yile: "Battalion commander, platoon commander Li, no, Deputy Li Lian is your favorite general, you don't know him yet, that kid is clever!" I guess the Japanese are already approaching, and he wants to show the enemy to give them a hard blow with a weak slap. ”

Before the words fell, I only heard a loud roar dozens of meters away: "One, two, three, throw it to Lao Tzu!" ”

The sound is so loud that it can be heard from dozens of meters away.

I don't know how the Japanese infantry felt when they heard this voice, but the major battalion commander who was a little worried just now laughed.

The young second lieutenant and company deputy he promoted before the battle did not disappoint him after all.

The long-handled grenades, which were thrown by more than 40 soldiers from the 100-meter-long position, were either far away or close, and fell in front of the position.

The result was the same, it exploded almost two seconds later.

As the most and most intimate "heavy weapon" of Chinese soldiers, the grenade is definitely a killer weapon of the Chinese infantry, which is like 40 mortar shells exploding in front of the position!

The terrible wave of air uprooted many of the shrubs.

What about the Japanese infantry lying on the ground and still thinking about the posture they were about to use to win the next moment?

The ending can be imagined, and it won't be too good.