Compared with the Japanese artillery who were about to wail under the iron hooves of Liu Lang and the death squad, in fact, the situation of the Japanese infantry squadron was slightly better.

At the very least, they desperately fired the few flares when the Chinese army was about to launch a final charge, so that the Chinese soldiers had to keep their bodies as low as possible and crawl behind the bushes and rocks, and did not dare to be too unscrupulous.

The bright light of the flares illuminated the front positions of the two infantry squads as bright as day, and Jiro Ono commanded four light machine guns to firmly suppress the Chinese soldiers 200 meters away from the opposite side with firepower.

But his face was a little whiter than the flares that were slowly falling from the sky. As an infantry commander with rich combat experience, he could hear the sound of gunfire coming from thousands of kilometers behind him, and the gunfire was so dense that the opponent's strength was at least more than 600 men, which was the strength of a Chinese full-fledged infantry battalion.

Not to mention rushing from the rear of his defense line now, even from the front of the defense line of his infantry squadron, it can also make him break out in a cold sweat.

The only thing that could be stopped was only two artillery brigades. But can he trust them? After asking his heart, Lieutenant Jiro Ono gave himself a clear answer----- No.

He should have sent at least one infantry squad to help his artillery brothers, but unfortunately, he didn't dare. He is facing the most elite soldiers in China, and now he can only drink to quench his thirst, and use flares to light up the battlefield to suppress the opponent.

To put it bluntly, even if the pistol company of the 2nd Division was concealed 200 meters away, Ono Jiro did not dare to send a single soldier to provide any support to the rear artillery.

Liu Lang's tactics were fully embodied, and a reinforced pistol company was able to contain more than 130 people from the infantry squadron attached to the Japanese artillery.

As long as this infantry squadron did not move, it could only watch as Liu Lang led more than 100 men to kill thousands of weak Japanese artillery soldiers, and the blood flowed like a river.

Liu Lang knows this truth, and Jiro Ono actually knows it.

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However, not to mention the threat from behind, even in front of you, the flare must be finished! When the moment they return to darkness, the Chinese on the opposite side will move. And when they rush into the trenches with the kind of short guns that can spew out continuous fire, that is the end of the world.

It's miserable! Ono Jiro probably never thought that one day, he would encounter such a predicament and desperate situation in a big mountain in China.

Seeing that the last flare slowly fell, and the darkness in front of him returned, while the shouts of killing behind him continued unabated, Ono Jiro's face was a little blank, and he drew his command knife, just about to say something to boost morale.

On both wings, there was a sudden sound of continuous "da-da-da" shooting, one after another.

Ono Jiro's face suddenly turned to ashes, he raised the command knife in his hand, and said dejectedly: "Gentlemen, prepare the jade to repay Your Majesty!" ”

There were only 16 small detachments of 16 men deployed on each flank of the Japanese infantry position, and each detachment had only one Taisho 11 young machine gun. With the continuous sound of grenade explosions of "boom", the sound of light machine gun fire disappeared from the two wings, and the characteristic sound of the Type 38 rifle "snapped" gradually became sparse from the wings until it was silent.

It didn't last more than three minutes for Jiro Ono's two flanks to be breached, no, destroyed.

A red flare rises into the sky.

Then the Chinese troops in front of the positions of the infantry squadrons also went into action.

"Bang bang bang!" Dense footsteps came from the front, and finally from the cat's small steps to big strides, like countless streams flowing into the Yangtze River, the sound of footsteps even overshadowed the blazing gunfire.

According to the agreement between Captain Wang Hechun, the commander of the pistol company, and Liu Lang, after the two flanks of the Japanese army were broken through, that is, when the pistol company launched a charge, the officers and men of the "death squad" stuck like two sharp knives into the ribs of the Japanese army covered and contained them, and they also used the charge to cover and contain the death squad.

It's just that it's your own life.

The battlefield belongs to the brave.

The two Chinese soldiers were undoubtedly brave, and although the Japanese army was in a desperate situation, the guns and bullets in their hands were by no means vegetarian.

In the dark night, countless crimson ballistics flew through the void, and from time to time there were raging soldiers who fell down with a muffled snort, but no one pulled him or helped him.

At such a decisive moment, as comrades-in-arms, the only thing they have to do is to move forward in the direction where their comrades-in-arms fell.

This is the encounter of bravery and bravery, the collision of fearlessness and fearlessness, without fancy. If you want to win, you can only fear death.

This night on the Great Wall of China is not dark, close your eyes, and it will be dark.

It's just, don't be that tired, don't you?

I don't know how many Chinese soldiers just fell silently in the grass and trees of the Great Wall Mountain Range, on the land of the Great Wall Mountain Range.

Although most of them were here for the first time, they didn't even get to see the scenery when the sun was shining.

He fell in the darkness, and the last breath he took took with him the scent of earth.

That's the breath of hometown!

It's just that I can't go back to my hometown!

But they are worth it.

At a distance of 200 meters, they charged at full speed, but it was just over forty seconds, not to mention, at a position of about 100 meters, their shell guns fired at full speed at the flat end.

Many of them fell, but many more of them fell headlong into their trenches and could not get up again.

Especially when the death squads with submachine guns and shell guns on both wings rushed into the Japanese trenches, it was the real end of this Japanese infantry.

In the moonlight, when the Japanese infantry fiercely raised their rifles and tried to drive out the intruding Chinese soldiers with their famous spear stabbing skills, the Chinese soldiers either pulled the trigger fiercely and emptied all the bullets in the submachine guns, or raised their hands to make a shuttle.

The trench, which was no more than 1.5 meters wide, became the grave of the Japanese army, and there was no room for shelter in the narrow space. Crazy bullets erupted from fully automatic firearms wreaked havoc in the trenches, killing Japanese soldiers in a series of trenches.

It was not without the Japanese soldiers who were clever enough to jump out of the trenches, rolling around to dodge the bullets that came from the fire, trying to have a chance to kill one or two Chinese soldiers at close range.

But what they encountered was the broadsword army, the Chinese army that dared to rush to the high ground with broadswords and grenades, and the most elite of that army.

Empty the bullet in his own gun, smash the gun in his hand at the opponent who was not killed without hesitation, pull out the big knife behind his back and pounce on it fiercely, not at all stunned by the bayonet flashing with cold light.

And the big man in the leader was even more terrifying, he didn't even use a gun, he carried a broadsword along the trench, and all the Japanese soldiers who tried to fight with him could only block him with a knife at most, and they were killed under his knife.

You must know that in the face of this 37th Division Sword Instructor, even Liu Lang had to find another way to use a thick piece of wood to suppress him, and that was when Chi Dakui used a wooden knife.

Ono Jiro's slender command knife only resisted two slashes, and when the third slash came, it was broken in two.

Then, in front of the soldiers of the pistol company who rushed over, Chi Dakui twisted his waist and exerted his strength, and with a swing of the knife, a boss's head was split out more than ten meters.

The blood rushing out of the neck cavity was several meters high, and then splashed down.

Under the moonlight, it is like a blooming flower, a blood flower.