Like mercury pouring into the ground, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who poured out of the newly dug several secret exits on the wall of the He family Daji Village all adopted the tactical action of prostrate in a low posture, and at the moment when they just drilled out those secret exits, they quickly threw their hands and feet into the snow, and quietly lined up a loose skirmish line against the defensive positions hastily constructed by the Japanese army.

With insufficient troops, weapons, and ammunition, it is a rather arduous task to fight a feint attack and breakthrough battle under such conditions, which must build up sufficient momentum, even for these veterans of the Eighth Route Army, who have extremely rich battlefield experience. But most of these soldiers of the Eighth Route Army lying in the snow had a relatively relaxed look on their faces - they have been surrounded, so there is only one way left to break through, what else needs to be pondered?

It's just a fight to the death!

Seeing that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were in charge of the feint attack had all drilled out of the wall of the He family's big set, Li Jiashun waved his arm lightly, and the dozens of bonfires that had already been prepared in the wall were immediately lit by several other soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in turn, and each bonfire was covered with a thick layer of wheat straw that had been wet with snow water.

Thick smoke immediately rolled up from those lit bonfires, and the cold wind blowing in the direction of the Japanese position, forming a smoke barrier sufficient to cover the Japanese army.

Listening to the sound of shouting and scolding coming from the direction of the Japanese position, Li Jiashun waved his hand again, and several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were operating grenadiers immediately began to pour grenades that were reluctant to come in handy in the direction of the Japanese position......

Without the slightest accuracy, and there was no need to pay attention to accuracy, the grenades that suddenly fell everywhere suddenly caused the Japanese soldiers on the position to have some signs of confusion. Although this confusion was quickly stopped by the reprimands of some low-ranking officers, many Japanese soldiers were still unable to rush to their respective firing positions in the first place. All of a sudden, in the trenches, which were not too spacious, there were Japanese soldiers running back and forth everywhere, and chaotic shouts were also coming and going!

With a slap of the trumpeter lying beside him, Li Jiashun forcefully broke the hammer of the 20-shot pistol in his hand: "Pay attention to the sound of the trumpet!" The movement made me make a big fuss, and the horn sounded three times before charging! ”

In a series of crisp and neat answers, the loud charge suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were lying in the snow without moving at all also opened their voices one by one and roared, but the posture when they launched the charge was fully stretched!

The sight in front of him was obscured by smoke, but the sound of the charge horn and the shouts of killing sounded in his ears, and among the Japanese soldiers stationed in the trenches, there was a character who could not hold back the panic in his heart and pulled the trigger indiscriminately. And several Japanese machine guns, which were on guard duty on the battlefield, also began to block fire one after another.

Listening to the screaming of bullets flying over his head, Li Jiashun roughly estimated the time it would take for the Japanese army to react when it was suddenly attacked, and opened his voice and shouted: "Get on the car!" ”

At the beginning of the roar, at the gate of the He family's Daji, which had already been blown up to the point that even the door was gone, several carts made of wooden cabinets filled with earth and stones and wet quilts to make movable bunkers were successively pushed out of the gate of the He family Daji by several strong soldiers of the Eighth Route Army. The machine guns erected behind the preset bunkers on the first cart also began to suppress fire in the direction of the Japanese positions without showing weakness. On several other carts, the firecrackers that were ignited and thrown into the tin bucket were even more vividly interpreted by the half-true machine gun strafing sound!

Although the view was obscured by the smoke, the tongue of fire from the machine gun on the first cart that was pushed out of the gate of Hejia Daji still attracted the attention of most of the Japanese soldiers. Suddenly, at least half of the machine guns on the Japanese positions turned their muzzles and rained bullets on the slow-moving carts

In the blink of an eye, the cart rushing to the front caused the Japanese army's dense bullet rain to break up. The machine gunner in the cart barely said a word, and was knocked out of the cart and flew upside down. And several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who pushed the cart and rushed forward desperately also fell one after another in the dense rain of bullets!

With red eyes, the chestnut group tried to stop paying attention to the big ones who attracted more than half of the firepower of the Japanese army, and almost at the moment when the third charge horn sounded, he jumped up first, waved the German twenty-shot pistol in his hand and shouted: "Comrades, rush! ”

Suddenly, in the shouting of killing that had been raised a step, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were crawling in the snow all jumped up neatly, and while striding forward, they threw out all kinds of grenades that had already been hot in their hands.

As soon as they jumped up, many soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had already been knocked to the ground by the rain of bullets rushing in their faces. But as long as there was still a breath left, the fallen soldiers of the Eighth Route Army all struggled to get up, stumbling and continuing to charge in the direction of the Japanese position. Even if they couldn't stand up, they all crawled in the snow in the direction of the Japanese army. All of a sudden, in addition to the black stained by gunsmoke, more than a dozen blood-colored traces on the snow were constantly winding forward......

Three grenades were thrown in a row, and Li Jiashun, who was almost at the forefront, had already vaguely seen the low barbed wire fence set up by the Japanese army in front of the trenches. Although the barbed wire fence was only hastily fixed in front of the position with knee-high wooden stakes, it was enough to stop the advance of the Eighth Route Army rushing to the Japanese position!

didn't have time to think about it, or even reacted out of instinct, Li Jiashun roared angrily, and his whole body had already fallen heavily towards the barbed wire, and he roared loudly: "Barbed wire, build a bridge!" ”

The roar rang out, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed to the front had already discovered the barbed wire fence only a few steps away from them. Without the slightest pause at his feet, and without the slightest hesitation in his heart, several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed in front of him all threw themselves on the knee-high barbed wire, and used their bodies to build bridges for the comrades who rushed up one after another!

Without the slightest hesitation, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had already been in battle, stepped on their comrades lying on the barbed wire one after another, and the speed of the sprint did not decrease in the slightest. The Japanese soldiers guarding the trenches also discovered the Eighth Route Army's actions as bridges in the blink of an eye, and the machine guns closest to the human bridges immediately turned their muzzles, trying to block the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were trampling on the body of their comrades.

In the dense rain of bullets, several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who had just rushed through the barbed wire barrier area did not say a word, and were knocked to the ground by the sudden rain of bullets. One of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had two machine-gun bullets on his body, and his intestines had been scattered in all directions, but he still howled and pulled the grenade in his hand to pull the fire rope, rolling all the way and leaving a blood-colored mark, and crashed straight into the nearest Japanese machine gunner.

In the explosion of the grenade, the soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who was already seriously injured, was suddenly blown to pieces. And the Japanese machine gun, which was raging and spewing tongues of fire, suddenly became mute.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity for a surprise attack, several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had been bent over their waists and silently charging with machine guns, quickly stepped on the bodies of their comrades and rushed through the barbed wire barrier area, rolled all the way into the Japanese trenches, and pulled the trigger back to back on the terrified Japanese soldiers in the trenches.

Perhaps in order to transform the original winding trench into a relatively spacious pre-departure preparation position, the relatively straight trench was almost unobstructed, and under the sweep of two crooked machine guns, the Japanese soldiers in the trench were immediately beaten to the back, and the few Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to avoid the rain of bullets were also busy hugging their heads and running towards the nearest anti-artillery hole.

The gunfire of the crooked machine gun stopped, and several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were carrying clay jars in their hands also quickly jumped into the trench that had just been torn open, and threw the clay jars they were carrying towards both sides of the trench. As the clay jars filled with foreign oil (kerosene) burst and splashed in the trenches, several clumps of wheat straw soaked in foreign oil and wrapped in stones were also ignited by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, and they were thrown towards the broken clay jars.

In the dull sound of wheat straw balls falling to the ground, the kerosene splashed on the ammunition boxes piled up by the Japanese soldiers in the trenches was suddenly ignited, and large puffs of black smoke poured out. Taking advantage of the black smoke to obscure the sight of the Japanese soldiers who wanted to rush at both ends of the trench, several machine gunners quickly replaced the magazines on the crooked handle machine guns, each grabbed an ammunition box and used it as an improvised machine gun bunker, and began to suppress fire at both ends of the trench with a clear eye.

Struggling to get up from the barbed wire, Li Jiashun couldn't care about the sharp pain in his back and chest, and yelled in a hoarse voice: "Pour it inside!" Leave both sides alone, pour forward! Heavy on both wings! ”

Almost at the same time as Li Jiashun roared, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had already rushed into the breakthrough in the trenches, had already formed a triangular attack group with a tacit understanding, jumped out of the trenches one after another, and pounced straight towards the second trench in front. The talent rushed out two or three steps, and the grenades of various colors had already flown into the air......

Wiping a handful of blood gushing out of the wound on his face that was opened by the barbed wire, Li Jiashun, who was completely blind, jumped over the barbed wire fence in two by three, threw a grenade in the barbed wire obstacle area, jumped off the trench, and shouted in a torn voice: "Grenadier, press over!" ”

Grabbing a grenadier in one hand, the bugler who had always been following Li Jiashun quickly rushed to Li Jiashun's side, gasping for breath and poking the two grenadiers in the trench: "There are only these two guys left, and there are eight grenades!" ”

Grabbing a grenadier canister, Li Jiashun roughly estimated the direction of the shot, and shouted at the bugler who was also bloody with barbed wire on his face and body: "Where is the grenadier man? Not that there are eight ........"

The bugler, who also held a grenadier and had roughly aimed at the firing position, hissed and replied: "I didn't rush over, I was called down at the end of the barbed wire......

Before he finished speaking, a stray bullet slammed into the forehead of the trumpeter, instantly knocking the trumpeter to the ground on his back!

didn't bother to take another look at the commander who had already died, chestnuts with red eyes, fired a blood-stained grenade at a Japanese machine gun that had begun to spit tongues of fire in front of him......