The shelling continued for nearly five minutes before stopping.

After 250 rounds of shells, a complete trench of more than 20 meters was no longer visible from position No. 1.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Eight mortars followed suit and joined the battle.

Its rate of fire was more than twice that of the mountain artillery, and the shells fired out continued to fall on position No. 1 as if it were raining.

Once again, the battlefield, which had just quieted down, was enveloped in the sound of artillery.

Dirt and rubble flew into the sky with the sound of the explosion, scattering and smashing to the ground, causing a second kill.

Once again, the smoke of gunfire filled the entire position.

"Battalion commander, the devils are attacking." The deputy battalion commander reminded.

"I saw it!" Huang Sheng replied, the telescope was placed in front of him and did not move, lying on the edge of the trench, staring at the battlefield motionless.

More than 200 little devils formed a line of stragglers and slaughtered to the battlefield.

When there were still more than 300 meters to the No. 1 position, dozens of heavy machine gunners stopped, and in squads, they rushed to the nearest high ground with heavy machine guns on their shoulders.

"Da Da Da ......"

Soon, the Devil heavy machine gun squadron joined the battle.

Six heavy machine guns spewed out six tongues of fire, and the bullets intertwined with each other, flying densely into the battlefield.

Gunfire rang out, and the Japanese attack was more emboldened.

The pace of the offensive has increased significantly.

When there were still more than a hundred meters from the position, the little devil's attack was faster.

With the rifle flat in his hand, bent over, his eyes fixed on the barrel of the gun, as cunning as a monkey, he trotted towards the position for the final assault.

"The shelling of the little devils is about to stop!" Huang Sheng put down the binoculars and said.

Pulling out the box cannon hanging from his waist, he decisively ordered: "The guard company is ready for battle, if the casualties of the first company are too great, we will rush forward." ”

"Order the machine gunners in the bunker to listen to me before you can shoot."

"If the devil retreats, they will retreat, and if the devil does not retreat, a machine gun bunker can only hold on to firing for five minutes, and then it must retreat."

The explosions stopped, because there was no wind, and the smoke that filled the battlefield did not dissipate quickly.

Cover the battlefield so tightly that you can't see anything.

Huang Sheng was lying on the position, holding the box cannon in his hand, the nose of the machine was wide open, and he could only be in a hurry.

"Battalion commander, the devil is about to rush fifty meters in front of the formation, and we won't have a chance if we don't go up." The commander of the guard company reminded.

Huang Sheng was also very nervous, the box cannon was clenched tightly, and he thought for a while and replied: "Wait a little longer." ”

"There are more than 100 riflemen in a company, and it is impossible to kill them all in a single shelling."

"Now there is not a single gunshot on the position, there is only one possibility: what conspiracy is the commander of the first company brewing?"

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

The familiar sound of shooting finally sounded on the position, dense and short.

"Platoon guns, I want to wait for the devils to rush close and ......use the platoon guns to clean them up," Huang Sheng reacted suddenly, shouting with surprise on his face.

Within the field of vision, nearly ten devils were hit by bullets that flew by surprise and fell on the offensive road.

"Well done!" The deputy battalion commander's tense nerves also relaxed, and he shouted excitedly.

"Horn Horn Horn ...... Dadada......"

The devil is not a vegetarian and reacts from a sudden blow in a few seconds.

The rifleman lay down, hiding behind rocks and bushes, raised his rifle and fired at the position where the gun was fired.

The machine gunner threw the crooked handle to the ground and set fire to the front.

The heavy machine guns, which had not stopped firing, also increased their fire output, using their fastest rate of fire to fire bullets at the positions of the Eighth Route Army.

The smoke of gunpowder that permeated the position became the best cover for a company at this time.

The devil couldn't see the position of a company clearly, so he could only shoot in the general direction, the fire was very fierce, and the bullets were whizzing around, but the accuracy was not high, and the combat pressure of the fighters was not great.

A company can faintly see the Japanese dozens of meters away through the smoke of gunpowder.

Under the cover of the machine gun, he walked on his lap legs, bent over, with the flat end of the rifle in his hand, staring at the front vigilantly, a very standard offensive action.

"Grenade preparation, two more rounds of platoon guns, and then throw grenades." The company commander stared at the devil and ordered.

I was very nervous, and my palms holding the box cannon were full of cold sweat.

The devils are too close to the position, and if the next platoon of guns and grenades don't cooperate well, they can take advantage of the situation to kill.

The company commander is not afraid to fight with the devil with a bayonet and fight for his life.

But it's too much of a loss.

Before the war, the commander of the regiment said that a soldier in the garrison regiment can kill at least three little devils before he can die.

The devils fight bayonets too well, if they are allowed to rush up, the best situation for a company is to exchange one life for one life for one life, and it is absolutely impossible to fight three with one.

"Shoot......" the company commander forced himself to calm down and shouted loudly.

"Horn Horn Horn ......"

Short, dense gunfire rang out again, and at the same time, the devil also fired.

Several screams were noticeably heard nearby.

The smoke of gunpowder around everyone has faded, and the bullets from the devils are becoming more and more accurate.

The company commander became even more nervous, and cold sweat ran down his head.

He knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, otherwise the devil would be able to throw the grenade into the trench, and it would be troublesome.

Immediately ordered: "Keep shooting, throw grenades when you finish shooting!" ”

The company commander grabbed a grenade and forcefully removed the pull ring.

A puff of white smoke quickly came out of the wooden handle of the grenade, and after waiting for two seconds, it was thrown out with great force.

In the trenches, more than 100 grenades roared up and smashed densely on the heads of the Japanese attacking troops.

The grenades produced by the garrison regimental arsenal are different from those made in the border area.

The production equipment is all from the Taiyuan Arsenal of that year, and the production process is almost the same as that of the Jin-made grenades.

Jin-made grenades are notoriously powerful, so the grenades equipped by the garrison regiment are also very powerful.

In an instant, the grenade exploded in the air above the heads of the Japanese soldiers, and some exploded after smashing on the ground, and the short but continuous explosion sound was deafening, and the fragments of the grenades flying sideways flew in front of the battle with the breath of death, taking one life after another.

The two dozen devils in the front were instantly submerged in the explosion and lost their movement.

However, such losses did not deter the remaining devils.

The cover fire is more intense and accurate than it was just now.

The grenadiers that accompanied the team also joined the battle.

The grenade was fired into a company's position like money, and several fighters were directly hit, and their heads were in different places.

The devils took the opportunity to attack forward, and several devils attacked while freeing their right hands and reaching for the grenade on their waists.

The company commander raised the box gun and kept pulling the trigger, trying to prevent the Japanese from approaching the position and throwing grenades.

One magazine was quickly emptied, but the Japanese offensive was not blocked.

Many people broke through the grenade interception, shouted slogans and rushed towards the position, grenades in their hands.

Five meters, as long as they rush forward another five meters, which is two seconds, they can throw a grenade into the trench and inflict huge damage on a company.

The company commander directly raised his throat, replaced the pistol with a new magazine as quickly as possible, and prepared to chase after him.

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