The Japanese artillery position on the hill was temporarily taken over by a soldier who looked like an old man, who had all his baggage soldiers and formed a patrol to guard the movement around the hill. However, the baggage soldiers are not soldiers after all, and their observation and ability to deal with the battlefield cannot be compared with the soldiers, and the goats have already dived to within 300 meters of the hill with the help of thatched clothes, and they have not yet discovered it.

If you can't stick too close, you will definitely be discovered by the Japanese army, and once you are suppressed by their machine guns, all the plans and sacrifices will be abandoned. The goat slowly poked out the submachine gun and fired a point shot, such a distance, even if the bullet hit the hill, it would have already become a stray bullet without damage, and the goat did this just to send a signal.

Sure enough, when the Japanese troops on the hill were panicked and looking for where to shoot, on the left side, a hundred meters away from the goats, there were three sounds, and three grenadiers poking out of the grass fired three grenades at the hill, and at such a distance, the 50-mm grenadiers could already hit the Japanese artillery position. The goat was trying to use the grenadier to temporarily attract the attention of the Japanese army, so as to buy some time for the surprise attack on his side.

A few puffs of smoke rose from the Japanese artillery position on the hill, and they simply did not hit the shells stored on the top of the hill, and Bing Cao commanded the two heavy machine guns left on the top of the hill to start suppressing the shooting in the direction from which the grenades came.

Ignoring whether it would be spotted, the goat climbed the hill with the scouts as fast as they could, and approached less than 150 meters from the hill. "It's now," shouted the goat, to his feet, and to run to the hill as fast as he could. If you had brought an American-style mortar, as long as you fired a few smoke grenades, all these problems would have been solved long ago, and it would be as troublesome as it is now.

More than a dozen sturdy figures followed the goats and started running, aiming directly at the Japanese artillery position on the hill. The hidden grenadiers only fired two rounds, and the three scouts dropped the grenadiers and retreated all the way into the woods, where the Japanese machine guns chased them into the woods before stopping. In their opinion, the invading enemy will only sneak attack, and it will not be a big threat to them.

"Enemy, enemy," a Japanese gunner suddenly stretched out his hand to the bottom of the hill and shouted upside down. It was a goat that had already rushed to a hill less than 100 meters away, "Spread out, fight your own, you must destroy the Japanese mortars" In the roar of the goats, more than a dozen scouts pulled the straggler line very wide, and used all their strength to speed up the hill. As long as you get mixed with the Japanese army, you will not be afraid of their machine guns, and with the submachine gun in your hand, you will definitely not suffer a loss when you are in close contact with the Japanese army.

"Die" goat rushed to the front, the submachine gun in his hand had already fired, and the sudden burst of fire tongues stretched all the way through, hitting the artillery position, less than 70 meters away, the submachine gun already had lethality. "Poof", "poof", "poof" bullets hit people's bodies, splashing blood one after another, stray bullets hitting mortars made a clanging sound, and the scattered ricochets that were turned over became the Japanese army's life-saving talisman.

The sudden attack of the goats did not cause many casualties to the Japanese army, after all, their number was still too small, and the Japanese troops who reacted immediately still successfully blocked the goats with their large number of people, so that they could not get close to the mortar group even a step. In the face of the crazy Japanese army, the scouts were speechless, and they really suffered a lot if they fought hard with their lives like this, and they did not have an advantage in numbers.

The goat was also shot, and a rifle bullet hit him in the left rib, but fortunately it was only a penetrating wound, and the bullet drilled a hole in his left rib. Is there really no way? Looking at the Japanese troops rushing over, the goat was a little powerless, and there were too few of his people. In the face of the submachine guns fired in the hands of the scouts, the Japanese simply rushed forward regardless of it. Several scouts who died in battle were hit by the Japanese because they were entangled with the Japanese army and did not have time to change their magazines.

"Grenade, grenade throwing" The goat suddenly shouted like an epiphany and threw out the grenade, and the remaining scouts threw the grenades on their bodies desperately, and it was good to blow up a few Japanese soldiers if they couldn't blow up the mortar. The explosion of "boom" and "boom" rang out, and the Japanese actually threw grenades at them with the goats, just to prevent the goats from approaching the mortar positions. There were fewer and fewer scouts around the goat, and in the end only five people remained, including machetes, and the rest of the scouts were all killed halfway up the mountain.

"What to do? If it doesn't work, just withdraw, right? Can't leave all the people here," the machete shot while screaming and asking the goat. The current situation is very unfavorable for the scouts, and there are at least 50 Japanese troops on the mountain, who are using the corpses of their companions as a cover, and are pressing down from the mountain little by little, with the intention of driving the goats down the mountain in one fell swoop. The two heavy machine guns that were chasing the grenadiers just now had also turned their muzzles, but because the goats were too close to the Japanese soldiers, the heavy machine guns did not dare to shoot rashly, for fear of shooting their own people by mistake.

"You can't retreat, if you retreat, you won't have a chance to attack" The goat spat out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, replaced it with a new magazine, and continued to shoot at the Japanese army, but his mind was flying. If this situation was encountered by Zhao Zhi, what would he do? The goat has always been guarding the way for the brigade with the scout team, and all the operations are carried out according to the plan formulated by Zhao Zhi, this is the first time he has been free to attack, and he is in charge of his own affairs, and now he has become the way he is now, this is not what he wants to see.

The direct company has always been smooth sailing, but this battle was overlooked, and it was because he underestimated the strength of the Japanese army that he suffered a big loss. If he had listened to Zhao Zhi's words before setting off and brought those two American-style 81 mortars, maybe the Japanese artillery positions would have been destroyed again. The scouts were carefully selected by Zhao Zhi in the company directly under him, and each of them can be called a good hand, which is good, the Japanese artillery position has not yet been taken, and the scout team is the first to be killed and wounded.

"Poof" "Poof" One of the scouts next to him fell down with a mist of blood sprayed on his body, his chest had been beaten into a sieve by bullets, and the splattered blood instantly stained the dirt and grass blades under him red. The goat's eyes were already bloodshot and red, and the flesh on his cheeks was bitten tightly, and he was still waiting, waiting for the three scouts in charge of the grenadiers to shoot back.

He didn't know if the three scouts who were the odd soldiers were still alive, he was gambling, betting that they were still alive and could fight back against the hill according to the plan he had made earlier. Because all the Japanese troops on the hill are now firmly attracted to the goats, this is their only chance, and it is the goats that they have created with their own lives. When the goat made the plan, he had already used other people as bait, including himself, of course, and the task of the bait was to attract the attention of the Japanese army. The first three scouts to operate the grenadiers became surprise soldiers, because they were the ones who really destroyed the Japanese artillery positions, and the goats and other scouts were dead soldiers, dead soldiers who attracted the fire and attention of the Japanese army.

"Ahh The bullet only pierced his thigh, apparently breaking the bone, and the part below the thigh took on an eerie angle. Counting the machetes, there were only three scouts left around the goats, and the Japanese soldiers had stabilized their positions and slowed down the speed of their shooting, but the accuracy was indeed much higher, and the goats were completely suppressed.

The submachine gun of the "Kara" goat hung up empty, there were no more bullets in the gun, and the goat touched the body, and only the last magazine remained. Looking left and right, the machete also smiled bitterly, and there were not many bullets, only enough for each of the remaining four people to have a magazine. The goat pulled out the pistol on his waist and put it on the side, and there were three pistol magazines, and he wanted to shoot them all into the body of the Japanese army, and there were no surrendered soldiers in the direct company.

After taking a closer look at the scouts who were still following him, the goat looked at them again as if he wanted to engrave their appearance deeply into his mind. As soon as the bolt was pulled, the goat shouted, "Brothers, are you ready?" Ready to die? Follow me when you're ready, and I'll take you to your death" The last grenades were thrown out with a lot of force, mixed with a smoke grenade.

After the roaring explosion, the halfway up the mountain was already shrouded in smoke, and the Japanese army had just pressed too hard, and the tired goat actually forgot that he still had a smoke bomb. "Die, follow me," the surviving scouts followed the goats with their submachine guns and machetes, and ran towards the Japanese gun emplacements with the terrain in their minds. There was only one magazine left, and he couldn't entangle with the Japanese army, so the goat endured the pain on his body, increased the pace of his feet, and swept up the hill as quickly as possible.

Closer, closer, less than 20 meters, with the help of smoke and the desperate cover of their companions, the goat and the machete finally approached the gun position. The goat, who had already thrown away the submachine gun, was holding a Japanese grenade in his hand, which he had just killed with a pistol and taken off his waist, and the goat was going to use it to detonate the shells on the Japanese gun emplacement. The three scouts who were strange soldiers seemed to be more than lucky, and the final task was to be completed by themselves.

A few more Japanese soldiers rushed over, although they were only Japanese gunners with sapper shovels, but the goats and machetes were already exhausted, and the goats running in front were directly slapped to the ground by the sapper shovels after only one shot. "Ah" The blood-stained machete pulled out the katana that never left his body with his backhand, and rushed forward at the Japanese gunners, with murderous hatred, and slammed into the pile of Japanese gunners waving sapper shovels.

"Throw, throw grenade, I can't hold it" In just a few rounds, the machete was struck in the back by the sapper's shovel, and the military uniform was cut through a long gap, and blood was already oozing out. The machete gasped heavily, waving the katana in his hand indiscriminately, and kept shouting at the goat lying on the ground, this was the last chance.

Gently pulling the safety of the grenade, the goat, who was half-kneeling, smiled and threw the grenade into a pile of shell boxes more than ten meters away in front of the Japanese gunners. Seeing this, the Japanese artillerymen were frightened and fell down with their heads in their hands, still shouting in their mouths, and the other Japanese soldiers on the hill did not care about killing the scouts who were blocked by sighs, and they also fell to hug their heads one after another.

The exhausted goat and the machete looked at each other, laughed and sat back to back with their bloodied faces on their backs. There were dozens of shell boxes in that pile, and in the event of a martyrdom, the entire hill would be cut off, and there would be a place to hide. Time passed second by second, more than ten seconds, the expected explosion was still not found, and the goat and machete, who had long been determined to die, couldn't help but open their eyes.

Mom's, the goat patted his head violently, after the dog's Japanese grenade opened the insurance, he had to knock it out before he could throw it out, he was too anxious just now, but he opened the insurance and forgot to knock it, the ignition device of the grenade was not triggered, and the grenade would not explode. The Japanese grenade is designed to allow the grenade to fire the grenade, and when using the grenadier, the safety is removed and then loaded into the canister to fire. If you blow it up as soon as you pull it out, how to launch it with a grenadier canister, on the contrary, you need to knock it out and then throw it when you throw it, and the action of knocking is to stimulate the firing device of the grenade.

"Go, go" The machete suddenly reached out and pulled the goat, which was still blaming itself, and rolled down the mountain, not far from them, a blood-stained guy carried Bazooka on his shoulders and half-knelt, aiming directly at the gun position on the mountain. It's the blacksmith, it's the stubborn guy who usually gets it, it's the blacksmith who makes the steel crossbow for the scouts.

The blacksmith was covered in blood, and he was dragging the bazooka and a rocket up the hill little by little, and one of his legs had been blown off by a Japanese mortar. There were long traces of blood everywhere he crawled, all the way to the bloody road, the end of the severed limb was already grayish-white, and the blood on the blacksmith's body was gone, and there was no more blood to shed.

Seeing the goat, which was still in a daze, the blacksmith opened his mouth full of blood and shouted, "Go, go, go." Go back and tell the commander that I Lao Tie will still follow him as a soldier to fight in the next life" I didn't care about anything else, I pulled the goat with a machete and rolled down the hillside, only to hear a "boom" explosion, and a rocket with a tail flame rushed into the piled up shell box and exploded.

There seemed to be a sudden silence on the hill, all the sounds were gone, and the air suddenly gathered towards the top of the hill. A loud "boom" suddenly came, and a hot wave of air spread out violently from the center of the mountain, and the goats and machetes that had just rolled down the hill were also pushed far away by the air waves.

The goat and the machete, who were thrown by the air waves, looked up stupidly at the hill just now, and at this time a mushroom-shaped smoke rose from the hill, mixed with fire, and was rising. Half of the hill had been cut off, and the mortars, corpses, and surviving Japanese troops were gone, leaving only half of the hill. /AUT