Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Five Upper)

With the fall of Inofan Saburo, there was no more little devil in the trenches of the first battalion. The once torn defensive line was quickly re-blocked, and the surviving veterans and recruits grabbed machine guns and rifles, and lay on the edge of the trench with ammunition boxes on their feet, barrage after barrage.

The devil soldiers who were trying to get closer to this side were swept down by more than two dozen of them, and the rest immediately fell to the ground. While firing back, under the command of squadron leader Jiro Takahashi, he temporarily adjusted his tactics.

"Those guys who rushed into the trenches, I'm afraid they can't count on it anymore!" With the experience accumulated over many years of combat, the leader of the devil squadron, Jiro Takahashi, quickly made a judgment, "Fortunately, there are not many Chinese soldiers left in this direction, otherwise there would be more than two dozen imperial soldiers who fell just now!" ”

Thinking of this, he quickly regained his confidence in victory, raised his command knife, and shouted loudly behind the stones he was hiding: "Maruyama-kun, take your team and continue to approach the trenches." Kikuchi-kun, you concentrate all your heavy firepower and cover Maruyama-kun's movements. Numata-kun, you go and contact Kobayashi Shaozo of the 4th Squadron and ask him to assist with some of the firepower and help us reopen the breakthrough from here......"

"Hey!" Several of the devil officers who were named agreed in unison, and each led his subordinates to implement new tactics separately. In the blink of an eye, all the heavy fire of Takahashi's squadron turned around, and all of them rained shells and bullets at the position of the second company.

Thanks to the second company brothers, the trenches were dug deep and narrow, and the devil's grenadier did not play much role. More than a dozen grenades either smashed in front of the trench or landed behind the trench, blasting the surviving brothers of the 2nd Company into smoke and dust above their heads, but did not cause much damage to the 2nd Company. But the devil's pestilence neck and crooked handle were not so easy to provoke, and the whole squadron of light and heavy machine guns were all concentrated, staggered and lined up with boulders halfway up the mountainside, and the brothers of the second company were almost unable to raise their heads.

Under the cover of grenadiers and light and heavy machine guns, about a small group of devil soldiers began to slowly advance again. No longer attacks the junction of the 1st and 2nd Company, but instead targets the 2nd Company. They were hunched over their waists, carrying their guns flat, and fired a shot every few steps forward. Then quickly find a hidden place to hide, and peek at the movements of the defenders. When he found that the defenders' counterattack was very weak, he cautiously stood up from his hiding place, in groups of three, in groups of five, cooperating with each other, and continued to push forward slowly.

The second company, which had just breathed a sigh of relief from the devil's white-knuckle battle, soon fell back into a crisis. Many recruits only fired two or three shots before their helmets were shattered by the devil's bullets. Although the veterans performed slightly better, they did not dare to raise their heads easily. If you are not careful, you will be swept by the crooked handle of the little devil and the neck of the plague chicken, and the wound will be covered with blood, fall into the trench, roll, and struggle.

One of the main shooters of the light machine gun was hit by the devil's heavy machine gun, and he didn't even hum, and he was angry on the spot. The secondary shooter quickly pushed the main shooter's body away, pulled the trigger, and shot at the little devil. Several strings of vicious bullets flew at the same time, striking him in the cheek, sweeping his jaw and half of his head into the air.

The light machine guns and Maxim, which were equipped with the second company, soon became mute. The brothers newly arranged by Liao Wenhua rushed to the machine gun several times to fill their positions, and as soon as they fired a round of bullets, they were suppressed by the little devils with superior firepower. Seeing that there was a advantage to be taken advantage of, the devil's grenadier was greatly more confident, and calmly adjusted the angle, and the landing point of the grenade was getting closer and closer to the trench mouth.

"What about the grenadiers, gather the grenadiers for me, and knock out the devil's heavy machine gun first!" Seeing that the second company was really not playing well, Lao Gou Yue commanded Liao Wenhua on his behalf.

"Whoosh! Sou! Two grenades burst out, drew an elegant arc in mid-air, and landed fifteen meters behind the side of the devil's machine gun, exploding a cloud of smoke and dust. The devil's heavy machine gun team was startled at first, and then quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, aiming at the position where the grenade flew up was a wild sweep, "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck....."

One of the brothers who operated the grenadier was unable to dodge and was swept upside down by a heavy machine gun, and countless red and fresh blood flowers appeared on his body. The other two grenadiers hurriedly hid their necks and hid in the depths of the trenches, not daring to launch a counterattack again. Feng Bao, the deputy of the second platoon, was angry, ran away a few steps with his grenadier canister, and gave the little devil a heavy machine gun from the side. The grenade flew more than 200 meters away with a "whoosh", and it didn't hit the devil, but it attracted a string of bullets and grenades, which made the dirt above his head splash.

Seeing that the grenadiers on the side of the second company did not pose a threat to themselves at all, the morale of the little devils was greatly boosted. Light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and grenadiers work together to rain down bullets above the trenches. The advance of the devil's outpost team gradually accelerated, and even calmly began to aim at the child during the march.

The grenadiers and heavy machine guns of several nearby companies turned their direction and provided fire support to the side of the second company. They succeeded in stopping the Devil's outpost squad, but they were helpless against the Devil's machine guns. The grenadiers in everyone's hands were only obtained in the morning, and they were extremely unskilled in operation. It often takes a long time to aim at the old man before a grenade is fired. The landing point is either close or far, and the little devil has grown morale in vain.

"You idiots, do you want me to transfer the grenadiers from the second battalion too!" Lao Gou was so angry that he scolded, and then he raised his eyes and asked, "What about the mortars, are the mortars in your battalion decorations?" ”

"The mortar group is on the side of the third company!" Liao Wenhua replied with a flushed face, bent down, picked up a grenadier with his own hands, adjusted the angle like others, and fired a grenade at the heavy machine gun of the devil closest to him.

His skills were not as good as those people just now, aiming at the little devil heavy machine gun, but the landing point was behind another rock, and the three devil medics hiding behind him were sent into the sky at the same time.

"The company commander is amazing!"

"The company commander is mighty!" Several unknown brothers cheered in unison, turning Liao Wenhua's face purple and black with shame. Just as he was embarrassed, a bloody arm suddenly reached behind him, "Let me try!" ”

"You ....." Liao Wenhua turned his head and happened to see Zhang Songling's honest eyes. There was no desire to show anything, and there was no attempt to give him half an eye medicine for the company commander, but he simply wanted to give it a try, wanted to extinguish the prestige of the devil, and wanted to save some face for the second company from the regiment commander.

"...... your injuries?" Liao Wenhua's nose was a little hot, pointed to the place where Zhang Songling's body was still bleeding, and asked with concern. Just now, from a distance of more than 20 meters, he saw Zhang Songling covered in blood. Unexpectedly, after a hasty bandage, the other party actually took the initiative to run to his side again and fight the enemy side by side.

"Xiao Zhao helped me sprinkle hemostatic powder just now, it's all skin trauma, don't delay!" Zhang Songling smiled, and snatched the grenadier from Liao Wenhua's hand. He hadn't fiddled with this thing before, and he didn't have any score in his heart. But he has some knowledge of physics in his belly, and he won't be blinded by his feelings alone.

Liao Wenhua poked out half of his head and quickly glanced out of the trench. Seeing that the devil can't rush to the edge of the trench in a short time. quickly squatted down again and helped Zhang Songling reload the propellant bowl.

The two of them cooperated with each other to move a few positions in the trenches, found a place where the devil machine gun was not often called, leaned out, took aim, and pulled the firing belt again.

"Whoosh!" A grenade whizzed out, swept through a space of more than 200 meters, and smashed ten meters away from a devil heavy machine gun. "Boom!" With a loud bang, the dark yellow smoke buried the devil's heavy machine gun. Before the brothers of the second company could cheer, after the smoke and dust, "clucking ....." The screams rang out again. The devil's "plague chicken neck" was unscathed, and angrily shot at the hideout of Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua repeatedly.

"One more time!" The two looked at each other and continued to move along the trenches with grenadiers. Anyway, the regimental commander was also on the position of the second company, and the brothers didn't worry that the brothers had no one to help command.

"Whoosh!" Feng Bao, the deputy of the second platoon, fired another grenade, but it still missed the target, but it attracted the devil's attention back to his side. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua leaned out half of their bodies from the trench again, took aim, and quickly pulled the hair belt.

"Whoosh!" A grenade flew out of the grenadier with the anticipation of everyone and plunged headlong behind a rock 200 meters away. Sent the Devil Heavy Machine Gun Team and Heavy Machine Gun into the sky together.

"Hit!" The brothers shouted excitedly, pulled the trigger, and slammed the little devil at the place where he was hiding. And the devils' 38 guns and light and heavy machine guns were aimed at the position where Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua appeared just now, and roared. The dirt on the outside of the trench was pushed down several inches deep.

Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua will not honestly be shot in the same place. They supported each other, crawled over the corpses of the devil and their own people, and when they saw an opportunity, they kept firing grenades. Not every shot was as lucky as the one just now, but out of five fires, one grenade was sure to land near the target. Huge amounts of smoke and dust rose around the devil's firepower point one by one, forcing the little devil's light and heavy machine gunners to have no heart to aim, carrying the pestil's neck and crooked handle, constantly looking for a new position to hide.

At this moment, the mortars and grenadiers of the first and third companies finally adjusted their angles and launched retaliatory bombardment on the machine gun positions of the devils from the left and right sides. The little devils who were frantically attacking the position of the second company had to separate a few machine guns and a few grenadiers to suppress the firepower of the first and third companies. However, the best time to break through has been missed by them, and the second and third battalions of the special mission group have also quickly discovered the true direction of the devil's attack. Detour most of the heavy fire from the second line of trenches back to the vicinity of the second company, and stand side by side with the brothers of the second company against the strong enemy.

"What a tough guy!" After losing four crooked light machine guns and two plague chicken necks in succession, Ichiro Takahashi, the leader of the devil squadron, cursed stupidly. Without absolute certainty of breaking through the defenders' defenses, he will not lead his minions to make the final charge easily like a fool Pig Rice. Instead, he quietly gestured to the surroundings, led the communication troops and medical guards, and retreated to the foot of the mountain first.

Several devil squad leaders have cooperated with him for many years, and they have long formed a tacit understanding with him. Immediately, he also shrank his team and slowly retreated down the hillside. "The little devil has retreated, the little devil has retreated!" On the position of the second company, a burst of cheers quickly broke out. Recruits and veterans poked out their guns from the edge of the trenches and aimed at the devil's back. Although you know that the chance of hitting the enemy is very small, you must vent your anger and regret to the fullest.

"Second Company Commander, count the casualties and prepare for the next battle!" The leader of the special service group dropped an order with a straight face, and then held Zhang Songling's shoulder with one hand, "Where is the injury, is it serious?" ”

"Several!" Zhang Songling grinned and responded with a smile, "The most serious one is on the leg." Xiao Zhao said, it didn't hurt the bones, it doesn't matter! ”

It's okay that he didn't mention Xiao Zhao, but when he mentioned Xiao Zhao, Lao Gou's brows furrowed even tighter. After Zhang Songling and a few of them were injured last time, it was Xiao Zhao's wound that was treated. As a result, except for Lao Gou who was lucky not to be infected, the other three were almost not sent to Lord Yama by Xiao Zhao.

"This time he used imported medicine!" Zhang Songling guessed what Lao Gou was worried about, and hurriedly spoke for Xiao Zhao. As soon as it was sprinkled, the bleeding stopped. The outside of this bandage only oozes out after I accidentally pulled the wound while walking, not much! ”

"You!" Lao Gou was distressed and angry, and shook his head again and again. "If you are injured, you can't rest well, what can you do! It's not like you're no one in the second company! ”

"Two ....." Zhang Songling shook his head slightly, and a mist surged out of his eyes, "Regiment leader, I'm afraid there are really few people in the second company." Just now, just now the little devil came up to fight the bayonet .. …..”

"Report to the regimental commander, the first battalion and the second company of the special service regiment, there were originally a total of one hundred and seventeen brothers. Now......." Liao Wenhua ran forward and interrupted in a choked voice, "Now, everyone who is alive is by your side!" ”

Lao Gou hesitated to look left and right, and in the muddy trenches, he saw more than thirty brothers covered in blood. Most of them are veterans, and there are very few new recruits. Everyone had more than one wound on their bodies, and they supported each other, looking at him, the regimental commander, with anticipation on their faces.

"How can you die so much?" Rao was already prepared in his heart, but he was still taken aback by the loss of the second company. You must know that the initial main attack position of the devil just now was the junction of the first company and the second company. More than half of the pressure was taken over by Shi Liangcai's first company, and only about thirty percent was left for the second company.

"I'm incompetent, I'm incompetent!" Liao Wenhua covered his face with his hands and howled loudly. "Remove me, remove me, I'm sorry brothers!"

"Company commander!" The surrounding brothers also had tears on their faces, squatted down, and vigorously supported Liao Wenhua. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's the little devil's bayonet that's too powerful. We, we even have too many recruits! ”

That's the main answer. Liao Wenhua's performance just now is indeed not heroic enough, but it is not useless. If he is really disposed of, I am afraid that the second company, including Zhang Songling, the deputy company commander, will not be convinced.

After thinking about the key, Lao Gou pulled Liao Wenhua with his own hands and straightened his head, "You cry a ball, crying makes the brothers cry alive?!" They are all watching you from heaven to see how you can avenge them! Stand up for me! Our spy group is not a bad seed! You two companies, and there is not a single seed! ”

Hearing Lao Gou's words of approval, Liao Wenhua cried more and more sadly. If he had been as brave as Xiao Zhang Fat just now, and led the veterans to launch a counterattack as soon as the devil jumped into the trench, there would definitely not be so many recruits killed. The habit that he could develop before made him instinctively choose the most conservative coping plan. As a result, although the position was not lost, the recruit brothers who did not know how to fight at all fell one after another under the bayonets of the devils.

"You stand up for Lao Tzu, don't cry!" Lao Gou slapped him down, knocking Liao Wenhua's cry directly back into his throat. "If you cry again, Lao Tzu will let you go back where you came from! Lao Tzu's spy group doesn't need a company commander who cries his nose in public! ”

Although he was beaten, Liao Wenhua immediately stopped his grief. Standing upright, saluting, with tears in his eyes, but his body was straight, "Report to the head of the regiment, I won't cry anymore." Please raise your noble hand and let me go after this battle! ”

"If you want to be beautiful, Lao Tzu won't let you go!" Lao Gou smiled and scolded again, and after scolding, his heart was also sour. Wipe your eyes, raise your hands to your ears, and "Salute!" This gift is for all of you in the second company. You are all good, when this battle is over, Lao Tzu will personally toast you! ”

"Thank you, Captain!" The brethren stood upright and returned the courtesy. But there were large strings of tears rolling down his face. Gunsmoke and blood stains left clear white marks.