In the position on the right side of the independent battalion, Gao Yuan, whose face was covered with blood, looked at the enemy on the opposite side as the gunfire gradually stopped, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In the past few hours, more than fifty fighters have fallen beside him alone.

He himself was shot in the head, and the bullet flew past his scalp, leaving a wound about a finger wide and three inches long on his skull.

The soldier who saw that he was injured and immediately came to check on him cried out with a "wow" cry when he saw the wound, and his hands holding the strap trembled vigorously.

Gao Yuan also has short hair, due to the speed of the bullet, the wound is not bleeding for the time being, Bai Sensen's skull is exposed, and the depth of the wound is about 0.5 cm, which looks a little eerie.

The bullet rotated at high speed during flight, so the wounds on Takato's skull were ground out by the bullet, and the white bone chips and the smell of burning bones made the warrior feel terrified.

Simply, Gao Yuan didn't faint, otherwise the warrior really wouldn't have the courage to bandage him.

Blood gradually seeped out of the scalp wounds on both sides and ran down the door of the head to the face.

Gao Yuan was also a little dazed after being injured, and it wasn't until the warrior's cry rang out that he was pulled back from his trance.

Gao Yuan, who came back to his senses, grabbed the warrior's wrist and asked:

"Is there a hole in Lao Tzu's head?!"

The warrior was stunned by his question, and then shook his head after two seconds.

Gao Yuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, glared at his eyes, and scolded angrily:

"Then why the hell are you crying? Scare Lao Tzu! Wrap it up quickly, don't use a white cloth! ”

In contrast, the defensive pressure on the side of Gao Yuan was greater than on the front and left, because it was the 53rd Regiment of the 39th Division that was responsible for attacking from this side.

Jiang Yisheng, the head of the 53rd Regiment, was Zhang Haipeng's godson when he was a bandit, and he is Chinese New Year's Eve one year old today.

Compared with the other regiment leaders, Jiang Yisheng, the regiment leader who can't even write his own name and has never entered the Fengtian Lecture Martial Arts Hall, is obviously a little unable to get on the stage.

However, just as in today's society, where education and ability are not necessarily related most of the time, Jiang Yisheng, who has never entered the martial arts hall and has not attended any military academy, is not inferior to anyone in terms of fighting.

On the contrary, his 53rd Regiment was precisely the most combat-ready of the four regiments of the 39th Division.

Especially in this kind of mountain warfare, Jiang Yisheng is even more handy in commanding.

Twenty years ago, Jiang Yisheng, who was only twelve years old at the time, once took more than 20 minions to a small lock with forty or fifty minions, and shot and killed the big boss of the lock on the spot.

Zhang Haipeng has always been very satisfied with this godson.

If Jiang Yisheng wasn't too young, Zhang Haipeng would have made him the commander of another division a long time ago.

If it weren't for Duan Jinghe's six mortars to continue to support, Gao Yuan's side might not have been able to hold out until now.

Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng's attacks were temporarily stopped, but Xu Bee Guangzhijin had no such plans.

Zang Hao accurately "throws" two shells into the Japanese ranks, killing at least 40 Japanese soldiers, which makes Subee Hironojin angry.

As an experienced commander, the first thing that came to mind when Subee Hironojin was bombarded was not to retreat, but to speed up and engage the opponent on the hill as soon as possible.

In his opinion, although the reason for the temporary halt of the offensive on the side of the 18th and 39th Divisions may be to make further adjustments, rather than to be forced to stop.

Two divisions, more than 10,000 people, how could they be helpless in the face of a mud-legged team composed of peasants?

Even if this team was different from what it had encountered in the past and had strong combat effectiveness, it was not enough to make the two most elite divisions under Zhang Haipeng fearful.

But in fact, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng are now cowardly.

The two of them cherished the lives of their soldiers very much, and seeing that their own casualties were getting bigger and bigger, they naturally could not blindly attack at any cost.

They will not trade the lives of their soldiers for victory until they have thought of an offensive that can effectively reduce casualties.

But in this way, Liu Lang couldn't sit still.

In addition to Zhang Haipeng's confession before coming, his brother-in-law Jia Ba also explained to him alone.

For Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng, Jia Ba has always been on guard.

Jia Ba knows the personalities of these two people very well, and if it really comes to the point where they need to negotiate, the two are likely to be successfully rebelled.

Since the day Zhang Haipeng defected to the Japanese, Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng have been awkward in their hearts, but they have always endured it because of Zhang Haipeng's face.

Once the two of them come into contact with someone in the Red Party, there is at least a 30% chance of an accident.

Therefore, as soon as the attack of the two divisions stopped, Liu Lang immediately rushed to the temporary command post again and came to probe Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng.

He pretended not to see Zhou Zuopeng, who was rolling his eyes and looking at him, and leaned over to Lin Guozhong and asked in a low voice:

"Senior Commander Lin, how can the attack be stopped at this time? You can't give those bandits on the mountain a chance to breathe! We must break the defense of the enemy bandits in one go, even if it is to tear a hole first, otherwise once the enemy bandits take a breath, won't this battle be even more difficult to fight? ”

Before Lin Guozhong could speak, Zhou Zuopeng next to him became angry, glared at Liu Lang and said angrily:

"You want to fight? Okay, take your regiment up, Lao Tzu see how you fought this battle! It's not your soldiers who dare to fuck you, right? Lao Tzu, these soldiers are also fathers and mothers, flesh and blood, why have they become worthless and cheap in your eyes? ! ”

Liu Lang grinned helplessly, turned around and said with a smile:

"Master Zhou, you have really wronged me; I, Liu Lang, am not the kind of person who doesn't care about the lives of my brothers, but the military orders are like a mountain! The commander has already given a death order, so that we can wipe out all the enemy bandits on the mountain within three days, but if we continue like this, I am afraid that it will ......"

Speaking of which, Liu Lang won't say it, he doesn't want to anger Zhou Zuopeng.

With Zhou Zuopeng's fiery temperament, if he really provoked him, even if he didn't dare to shoot him, he would definitely do such a thing as breaking his arms and legs.

Seeing that Zhou Zuopeng was about to reach out and take out his gun, Lin Guozhong hurriedly stepped forward and held Zhou Zuopeng's hand to play the round:

"Master Zhou, Regiment Leader Liu's words are not unreasonable."

Then he turned his head to Liu Lang and said:

"Commander Liu, you have also seen our casualties, if we continue to fight like this, the 18th and 39th Divisions will definitely be disabled; I don't think the commander would want to see this outcome, right?

If you go back and send a report to the commander to explain the situation, focusing on the enemy's firepower and shooting accuracy, I think the commander will also consider it! ”