Let's not mention the Japanese soldiers who are being hung at the east gate and the railway station, just the south gate.

From left to right, more than a dozen mortars sprinkled a handful of "salt" on the Japanese position, which had already been smashed into ruins, and at least 300 shells took five minutes to smash onto the Japanese position.

Second Lieutenant Seto, whose dreams were completely shattered, hid in front of the window of the reinforced headquarters in a daze, looking at the positions repeatedly ravaged by the Chinese with artillery fire, and wanted to cry without tears.

Although the casualty report has not yet been seen, he already knows that there are not many people who can still survive such a terrifying two rounds of blows, or still have combat effectiveness.

After all, not everyone is as lucky as him, three mortar shells in a row fell around the house and the explosion did not knock down the reinforced walls, if he could, he would rather his luck was not so good, then he didn't have to fight so painfully.

The Chinese, in the smoke of gunfire, rushed over.

The shelling had not completely stopped, and the Japanese ensign's field of vision, which had been dyed red by the artillery fire, appeared in a shadow.

They rushed through the gap in the wall seventy or eighty meters wide. The number of people, at least more than a hundred.

"Enemy attack, shoot, shoot." Second Lieutenant Seto, who was already a little sluggish, yelled desperately, and rushed out of the headquarters with a 38 big cover.

At this time, it is no longer a question of whether or not to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, but a matter of life and death. As long as the Chinese break through the front-line position, Seto Yamashita knows that everyone here, including him, will die.

Will die under the guns of the Chinese, who far outnumber them. Just as they rarely let go of Chinese soldiers on the battlefield, Chinese soldiers will not let them go. The hundreds of bodies of the 28th Cavalry Wing on the Jiuguan Front that were hung speak for themselves.

The Japanese troops who could respond to their squad leader were pitifully few compared to the previous more than 100 people.

The Japanese position was filled with sparse gunfire, and only one of the two light machine guns was firing, and the other was probably as damaged in the fire as the heavy machine gun.

However, this was enough to delight the Japanese second lieutenant. It's always much better than relying on a rifle to defend itself, isn't it?

As the Japanese counterattacked, the artillery fire lit up the sky, and a blue figure fell, and the Japanese second lieutenant also hid in a ruined wall and fired a shot calmly. Dozens of meters away, he saw with his own eyes that the figure who had swiftly stepped over the barricade and evaded machine gun fire in a row, staggered and fell under his own gun.

A single shot knocked down a formidable enemy, but this did not excite the Japanese ensign, and a medic, who was closely following the infantry, quickly dragged the soldier who had been shot in the chest and hid in the ruins and prevented the Japanese ensign from coming again with the bolt of the gun.

In fact, the Japanese second lieutenant did not have a chance to fire a second shot, and the "puff" fired more than a dozen bullets in a row, causing debris of half of the brick wall where Seto Mountain was hiding to fly everywhere, so that he had no chance to raise his head at all.

And that's not all, if it weren't for Setoyama Fukuto's mind and feet and crawling into a corner of the ruins of a house that had been destroyed by artillery fire, he might have turned into a pile of barbecue meat in five seconds.

A swift incendiary rocket blew half of the earthen wall where he was hiding into slag and burned the surrounding area into a sea of fire, and at least two Japanese soldiers hiding not far from Second Lieutenant Seto screamed out of their bunkers and rolled on the ground desperately trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But they were disappointed, no matter how they rolled, the flames on their bodies not only did not go out, but burned more and more. The two burning men rolled back and forth in the ruins, but the Chinese did not kill them, allowing the two screaming and rolling and finally returning to silence The humanoid candle became brighter and brighter in the ruins.

The strange sound of "zizi" made the hands and feet of Mt. Seto, who was only five meters away, cold. It is the sound of the body fat that has been smelted by the high temperature and begins to burn fully.

Of course, he knew why the Chinese did not shoot two subordinates with such obvious targets, and that was because there was no need.

There is no need to waste bullets. Hit by such a horrific incendiary bomb, they had already condemned two enemies to death.

Let them burn, and also illuminate the ruined positions.

Two soldiers, Setoyamashita, knew him, one was his communications soldier and the other was a captain, and both of them followed him to the headquarters of the team headquarters before they were spared death by the terrible artillery fire of the Chinese.

Unexpectedly, after dodging the raindrops of masonry and cannonballs, they ushered in even more miserable incendiary bombs. Facing the blackened signal soldier five meters away looking at his mouth with difficulty opening his mouth, Seto Yamashita knew that he was asking himself to give him a shot to end the pain early.

However, Seto Yamashita did not dare, so he could only watch the signal soldiers being burned alive in pain, and he could only hide aside and watch silently.

It's not that he doesn't dare to kill people, even if this signal soldier is still his countryman, sending him back to the arms of Amaterasu without pain is a thing that can make him happy. However, the Japanese second lieutenant knew better that if it were not for these two substitutes, the Chinese would not let go of this place, and maybe there would be another incendiary bomb. When the gun goes off, that's when he turns into a torch.

The Japanese ensign, who was extremely brave just now, even scored with only one shot in a hundred shots, and all his courage was stuffed back into his eyes in the face of the terrifying incendiary bombs. If he could, he would even want to hide here for the rest of his life and never come out again, even if there was a burst of fragrant "barbecue" smell from the end of his nose.

However, this wish is clearly extravagant.

The second-line soldiers of the Japanese army actually performed very well, and when they encountered a large number of bricks and hundreds of shells, they were like a little daughter-in-law being pressed to the ground by hundreds of strong men and rubbed, and the Japanese army was still resisting.

The sound of gunfire from the ruins caused the first company of the death battalion, which rushed from the gap in a three-three formation and was about to enter the position to deliver the final ferocious blow to the Japanese army, fell within a distance of more than 30 meters, and four or five people fell.

Perhaps the only thing that made Zhang Tianyou, the deputy commander of the death battalion who served as the front-line commander, not scold his mother is that the Japanese army's 38 big cover has a straight and long trajectory, and if the distance exceeds 50 meters, the bullet is easy to roll in the body and cause greater trauma, and at this distance, except for one person who died on the spot because he was directly hit in the neck and had no time to rescue him, the remaining four people were all penetrating injuries, including a sergeant squad leader who was hit in the chest, all of them were only injured and did not lose their lives on the spot.

It is not a waste to shoot flares into the air over the Japanese positions like money, and the hairy Zhang Tianyou directly ordered all the light and heavy machine guns of the fire squad and fire platoon to suppress the exposed fire points of the Japanese army with all their might, not what light machine guns call fire points, but as long as the bullets have been fired. At the same time, the bazooka fighters in the infantry squad can also strike at the Japanese troops hiding in the ruins, even if they are only individual Japanese soldiers.

It was not particularly wasteful for more than 20 machine guns of the death battalion to form crossfire on both sides of an infantry company that had already penetrated the Japanese army's first-line position, and to shoot wildly at every suspicious target, but the bazooka team fired three rockets in a row at a single Japanese soldier, almost using artillery to shoot mosquitoes, which was somewhat too cruel.

The unlucky Japanese soldier was naturally Second Lieutenant Seto.

The formidable enemy he "killed" with one shot was a sergeant squad leader, and he was also a veteran of the Battle of Gushan. On the ancient mountain, an infantry brigade of the Japanese army did not die under the fierce attack, but it almost died here. How could that infantry squad under his command not go crazy?

As soon as they rushed into the front-line positions of the Japanese army, they searched this side again, seeing that they would never give up if they did not find the enemy who had beaten their squad leader's black gun.

Of course, Second Lieutenant Seto will not sit still, he will definitely have to escape! Finally found the dozen people in the infantry squad who had a punching bag, and then chased him. The bazooka team was the first loser, no matter where the Japanese second lieutenant was hiding, he was not given a chance to resist at all, and a rocket was fired more than 30 meters away.

The Seto mountain people with dreams have good individual soldier literacy, and under the complete explosion of the small universe, they dodged the terrible flames and steel balls of two rockets in a row.

However, after repeated repeated repetitions, the body after exhausting its physical energy was slightly sluggish, and it was contaminated by the flames of the third rocket, which was enough to cover dozens of square meters.

It was only at that moment that the Japanese second lieutenant knew why the signal corps would beg him to give him a shot with such a resolute eye, it was really miserable, especially when he saw his own skin fall to the ground with his own eyes burned.

Of course, Second Lieutenant Seto's three-minute escape was just a small microcosm of the battlefield.

When the infantry company of the death battalion rushed into the position to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Japanese army, the battle was actually over.

The Japanese soldiers with the 38 big cover and the infantry of the death battalion with semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns in their hands were in close combat in the ruins, and their role was not as good as holding a rolling pin.

At the very least, the rolling pin does not have to worry about the bayonet getting stuck in the wall.

Often, before the Japanese army's 1.7-meter-long 38 cover was lifted, it was beaten into a sieve by the surging bullets in the face.

The Japanese troops at the south gate only held out for no more than 15 minutes before they were wiped out. The time for the infantry to participate in the battle was actually less than ten minutes.