Indeed, all they can do now is wait.

Now the Japanese army is still seven or eight miles away from the foot of Phoenix Mountain, and if the soldiers are allowed to leave the trenches, they will only suffer greater casualties.

To a certain extent, just waiting for the devils to rush up will definitely cause some casualties, but this is war, and it is a mission to carry with life.

Liu Cheng had already learned about the movements of Okamoto's brigade, but the first and third companies were guarding the northern slope, and he was not worried.

However, the almost frantic attacks of the 18th and 39th Divisions put him under pressure.

Batches of wounded were sent to the second line of defense, where they were simply bandaged by the fighters of the medical company and then transferred to a makeshift hospital for treatment.

The battle had been going on for two hours, and the wounded alone had exceeded one hundred and fifty, and the number of casualties had not yet had time to be counted.

Liu Cheng's arms holding the telescope were already sore, but he never put them down.

If the 18th and 39th Divisions had continued this reckless assault until sunset, the casualties of the independent battalion would probably have been more than half.

However, Liu Cheng never believed that Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng would really do that.

For a qualified commander, the premise of winning a battle must be to minimize the casualties of the soldiers under his command, if he just blindly uses human lives to fill in, then there is no need to go to any military academy at all, let alone learn and use any tactics, and directly push up the soldiers who are several times or even ten times the enemy's strength, and the final victory can be piled up by employing people.

But in that case, this commander doesn't have to be a pawn, just kill himself and apologize.

Liu Cheng is now gambling, betting that Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng will not regard the lives of soldiers as grass mustard.

In the trench at the foot of the mountain, Hao Dabao was holding the Type 38 rifle and shooting continuously.

From the dawn of the attack to the present, the number of enemies he has killed alone has exceeded four hundred.

At the beginning of the second attack, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng adjusted their offensive methods, not blindly rushing hard, but making reasonable use of terrain and cover to slowly advance forward.

But even so, the number of casualties among the soldiers still climbed at a speed that made Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng smack.

After two hours of fighting, more than 600 more corpses were on the position.

Hao Dabao's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and the index finger of his right hand was ground by the trigger and a blister the size of a fingernail.

He sat down in the trench while the bullet was being changed again, bit the blister with his teeth, tore off the skin directly, grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it on the tender meat, changed the bullet and continued to aim and shoot.

One of the fighters lying next to him was hit by a bullet in the left shoulder, and his body fell backwards and fell to the ground.

Hao Dabao looked down, put down the gun, tore off a dirty strip of cloth from his clothes, and tightly strangled the bleeding wound.

The soldier was a new recruit, and by this time his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

Hao Dabao stared at each other and asked in a deep voice:

"Scared?!"

"Uh-huh......" the warrior whispered, dodging his gaze.

Hao Dabao waved his hand:

"Normal, when I first went to the battlefield and killed someone for the first time, I was also scared, always worried that I would die in the next second; But you're fine, this shot didn't kill you, and it's not easy to die again.

Remember, bullets don't have eyes, but they're not that scary, and as long as you keep your nerves tight and be careful to kill the enemy with precision, the chances of surviving will increase.

Because the fewer enemies you have left, the fewer dangers you will face; On the other hand, if you can't shoot your enemies precisely because of fear, you're only going to get more and more dangerous! ”

When Hao Dabao spoke, he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or anger, his face turned red, and he spoke so fast that the warrior didn't fully understand his words.

And the sound of bullets burrowing into the dirt sounded overhead from time to time, further amplifying the fear in the warrior's heart.

After Hao Dabao finished speaking, he ignored the warrior, turned around and continued to lean out and aim and shoot.

"Boom!"

A shell exploded less than fifteen meters behind the trench, and the strong air wave pushed up a cloud of dust, directly filling half of the trench where Hao Dabao and the soldier were.

Hao Dabao didn't care about pulling out most of his buried body, and immediately began to dig up the soil frantically.

The sharp rubble quickly snapped his fingers, and bits of blood seeped from between his fingers before being absorbed by the dirt.

After about half a minute, Hao Dabao saw a strand of black hair, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed on his gloomy face, and the movements in his hands accelerated again.

The soldiers of the two engineer companies also rushed over at this time, and Hao Dabao ordered loudly without raising his head:

"Dig now! There's someone down there! ”

With the joint efforts of the three of them, the soldier who had just been injured and did not dare to get up again to fight back was finally dug out of the earth.

Hao Dabao asked the two soldiers of the engineer company to immediately repair the trenches, and he pulled out half of his body that was buried in the soil, unscrewed the lid of the kettle and poured it on the face of the unconscious soldier.

Due to the short time he was buried, the warrior quickly woke up after a pot of water was poured down.

Hao Dabao glared at him with a calm face, and said coldly:

"You may not have such good luck next time!"

The soldier stared fixedly at Hao Dabao, who had started to aim and shoot again, for a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, he took out his gun from the soil, poured out the soil in the barrel, and took out the strip and oilcloth from the butt of the gun to clean up the remaining dirt in the barrel, and lay down beside Hao Dabao to aim and shoot at the enemy on the opposite side.

"Horn!"

As his finger pulled the trigger, a bloody flower exploded on the head of a puppet soldier who had just poked his head out in the opposite position, and his body fell to the ground.

Zhou Zuopeng jumped down from a high place with a pistol, walked up to Lin Guozhong with a scolding and said angrily:

"Damn, it's really evil, how can those mud-legged marksmanship be so accurate? Lao Lin, have you noticed? The gunfire on the opposite side has not been too dense, but the number of our casualties has been rising, and there are almost no minor injuries, not directly killed, but fucking seriously injured! ”

Lin Guozhong nodded with a calm face:

"Lao Zhou, this time I'm afraid that the two of us will encounter hard stubble, if I guess correctly, they were the ones who ate Zhao Yuzhi's group in Ningcheng last time! According to the soldiers who escaped alive, the team was extremely combat-ready and extremely accurate in marksmanship; And most importantly, their fighting spirit is beyond the reach of our soldiers! ”

Zhou Zuopeng lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

After a full five minutes, Zhou Zuopeng raised his head and said to Lin Guozhong:

"Lao Lin, why don't you stop attacking first! If this continues, I am afraid that you and I will be crippled! ”

Lin Guozhong sighed and nodded lightly......