Ten seconds later, nearly 150 soldiers of an infantry company in the first echelon charged to a position forty or fifty meters away from the Japanese trenches, and all of them took out the long wooden handle grenades hanging on their bodies, lifted the back cover, pulled the fuse, and threw them at the Japanese trenches dozens of meters away with the power of running.

More than 100 grenades were like more than 100 small mortar shells, blowing up the Japanese trenches and in front of the trenches into a cloud of gunsmoke.

Not only did the incessant explosions of grenades drown out the gunfire, but in fact, when more than 100 people reached a distance of 40 meters, the last remnants of the Japanese army on this position had basically been declared dead. Of the more than 100 grenades, not many of them could really fall in the trenches, less than 30 percent, and more of them fell before the trenches and became gunpowder smoke blocking the sight of the Japanese army.

However, the Chinese soldiers were equipped with four grenades with long wooden handles, which were modeled after the Third Reich, instead of the Japanese army. The Third Army is also the Central Army, and the configuration of bullets and grenades is much more standard than that of the 17th Division and the 129th Division, and the soldiers in the first row threw all four grenades on their bodies into the Japanese trenches as quickly as possible, that is, nearly 600, at least nearly 200 grenades exploded in the trenches, even if the trenches were very long, more than 1,000 meters, but the density of a grenade explosion was an average of five or six meters, which was extremely tragic for the Japanese troops in the trenches.

By the time the soldiers in the first row had desperately finished throwing the grenades on their bodies, there was almost no interval, and the soldiers in the second row had already rushed in, holding their rifles with bayonets, no longer bent on their waists, but stood up straight, charged, and rushed to the Japanese position with the fastest speed they could run in their lives.

Speed is life.

At this moment of the charge, all the suppression of fire power stopped, and hundreds of meters away, nearly 3,000 Chinese officers and soldiers, from the brigade commander of the major general to the colonel regiment commander to the ordinary private, and more than 1,000 meters away, from the general to the man, whether they could see clearly or not, the eyes of the more Chinese soldiers all stayed on this battlefield full of gunsmoke.

Everyone, the heart almost stopped beating. It is both nervous and excited, as well as extremely apprehensive and worried, that kind of extremely complex emotion, which many people may never have in their lives.

As long as they rushed past these 40 meters, as long as more than 200 people jumped into the Japanese trenches within five seconds, the Japanese army would no longer be able to counterattack, and no matter how many of them still had, the Chinese army, with more than 3,000 troops, would fight them to the death in a hand-to-hand encounter. This is the dream of all the Chinese soldiers who fought with the 78th Infantry Wing for several days on the main position of Niangzi Pass.

In seven or eight days and nights, the casualties of the two divisions of the Third Army were as high as 5,000, and at least 60 percent of the officers and men did not even fire a single shot, and they had never even seen the appearance of the Japanese army.

They wanted to fight the Japanese army face to face once, even if it was to shoot a bullet in the chamber of the Japanese soldier and then die.

However, in the face of the terrible howitzers of the Japanese army, even if the regimental commanders of the Third Army were like knives, they could only order their officers and soldiers to walk up to the crippled positions in waves with red eyes, and then watch them disappear into the positions in waves after waves.

Now, they are not on their own positions, but on the positions belonging to the Japanese devils, face to face, bayonet to bayonet, either you die, or I live.

This turned out to be an indescribable happiness for the officers and men of the Third Army. Although, this happiness is so painful.

But they, after all, succeeded, even if the next moment, they would die under the bayonets of the Japanese army. The more than 200 Chinese officers and soldiers who crossed the first row and threw grenades under the leadership of the battalion commander of the major passed through the smoke of gunpowder to the Japanese trenches, and each of them held the consciousness of death, and while holding on to the Hanyang-made rifles, he mustered all his strength and tried to burst out the most powerful roar in his life: "Kill!" ”

However, they were greeted not by the once murderous Japanese invaders, but by the Japanese soldiers with less than 100 troops and a somewhat blank look on their faces.

The Chinese soldiers were in the trenches, and the Japanese troops were in the trenches, looking at each other.

In the eyes of the Japanese army, it was no longer an invincible arrogance, but a deep despair.

"Kill them all!" A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the battalion commander of the major and he yelled. Pull the trigger and shoot at the Japanese soldiers.

"Bang bang" The Chinese soldiers hesitated for no more than a second, and then collectively pulled the trigger in their hands. Desperate Japanese troops are also shooting.

On and inside the trenches, dark blue and earthy yellow fell to the ground.

However, no one backed down, even if there was no shelter, even if he knew that he might die at any time in the next moment. In this way, the soldiers of China and Japan did not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot at each other in staring at each other.

The two armies are facing each other, and the brave wins.

The red-eyed Chinese soldiers, with their bayonets held their bayonets aloof, followed their major battalion commander and swooped down into the trenches, and the sound of "puff puff" bayonets and flesh and "squeak" jaws of bayonets and bones even overshadowed the gunfire at that moment, and also sounded the last death knell for the remnants of the 78th Infantry Wing.

As more and more Chinese soldiers jumped into the trenches, the resistance of the Japanese army became weaker and weaker, until the last cry of despair was poked into an inaudible gasp by three Hanyang-made bayonets in the trenches, and the Japanese troops on the entire defense line were completely wiped out.

On the battlefield, there was an abrupt silence, a terrible silence, except for the heavy breathing that permeated the air, which belonged to the male.

The life-and-death struggle lasted only a minute or two, but it exhausted the physical strength of most of the soldiers, and many people were paralyzed the moment they plunged their bayonets into the chests of the Japanese invaders.

"Boys, win." The battalion commander of the major, covered in blood, looked around at the trenches that were lying in earth yellow and dark blue, tears rolling down his face, and muttered to himself. Then, jumping out of the trench and raising the rifle in his hand, "Brothers, Lao Tzu, win." ”

"Win, we win."

"Mother, we won."

"Brother, I've avenged you."

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One soldier after another climbed out of the trenches and stood on the edge of the Japanese trenches they had taken, just like their battalion commanders, raising their rifles and shouting to the sky.

With all the strength they had, even their brains were dizzy from lack of oxygen.

"We won!"

Hundreds of meters away, Chinese soldiers also raised their rifles and cheered with their colleagues on the Japanese position. Including their colonels and regimental commanders and major generals and brigade commanders, they all ripped off the military discipline buckle and cheered loudly with all their strength: "Lao Tzu, win!" ”

The same action of thousands of people, spears like a forest, roaring like waves.

More than 1,000 meters away from the earthquake, the soil on the main position of Niangziguan fell in a slump.

In the headquarters of the underground bunker, the lieutenant general with a happy face listened attentively, put down the binoculars in his hand, "Let's go, let's all go out and listen to what the brothers on the front line are shouting!" ”

Without waiting for a group of officers who were at least lieutenant colonels to listen carefully, the officers and men of the two infantry regiments stationed in the main position, after a moment of calm, also raised their guns in their hands, and together with their comrades-in-arms more than a thousand meters away, they shouted: "We, we have won!"

Everyone, their faces were red with roars, and the green tendons on their necks exploded, whether he was a colonel, lieutenant colonel, or a young man and a strong man who didn't even wear a military uniform.

Because this is a victory for China.

Because they want to let the thousands of brothers who died in battle hear, "Go slower, we've won."

"We've won!" The lieutenant general stood in the trench outside the headquarters without much shelter, muttering to himself.

Not as happy as the officers and men at the front, including their commanders, the Third Army commander's gaze was somewhat gloomy. The officers around looked at each other, but no one dared to come forward to comfort them, because they all knew the pain in the heart of their own commander, who loved money.

However, in a week's time, the two divisions of the Third Army suffered more than 5,000 casualties of more than 20,000 people.

"Okay, very good, lead the charge to the battalion commander, the regiment? What is it called? Lieutenant General Zeng pointed to the group of black shadows in the somewhat vague Japanese position more than a thousand meters away and asked.

"Report to the military seat, before the war, the commander of the 34th Brigade of the 12th Division reported that the commander of the Sharp Knife Battalion was the commander of the second battalion of the 36th Regiment under his command, named Zhou Zice." Tang Huaiyuan on the side hurriedly reported.

"Excellent! Passing on my order, I telegraphed to the 34th Brigade that all the officers and soldiers of the 34th Brigade had won combat merits in this battle, and Zhou Zice was promoted to the deputy of the 36th Regiment and promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel after the war. They were ordered to continue the pursuit of the remnants of the 78th Wing of the Japanese in the direction of Jingcheng, and after them, there would be a brigade of troops as their reserve. Lieutenant General Zeng said.

"However, on the side of the headquarters, I am only allowed to send one brigade!" As the No. 3 person in the Third Army, Tang Huaiyuan, commander of the 12th Division, was a little hesitant.

"Mom, the little devil used a cannon to press Lao Tzu's two divisions, and now there is no artillery, isn't it the ball? It's not good to find them out of this evil breath, and I really treat the 20,000 brothers of Lao Tzu's Third Army as soft eggs, don't care about the headquarters, what's the matter, Lao Tzu is on it. Tell Lao Tzu about Cun Xingqi, beat Lao Tzu hard, just like just now, kill the little devil, and avenge the brothers who died in the previous battle. A trace of anger flashed on Lieutenant General Zeng's face, and he said resolutely.

"Yes!" All the officers present were solemnly ordered.

Commander Zeng's words went to their hearts. With artillery, they can't win, but now that the little devil has no artillery, it's time for them to have more people in the third army and bully less.

On the Japanese position, the Third Army, which was celebrating the victory, began to count the casualties and ascertain the losses of the Japanese army, which was to prepare for the follow-up battle.

Victory, left to the soldiers, in addition to glory, there is also sorrow.

Shandong Dahan, who had been promoted to the deputy of the regiment during the war, was dripping blood in his heart, and his 2nd battalion killed 73 people on the spot, most of them died in the white-knuckle battle between the trenches and the Japanese army, and more than 300 officers and soldiers rushed into the trenches, the number was almost four times that of the Japanese army, but he still fought a battle loss of almost one to one with the Japanese army, 78 Japanese soldiers died under the bayonet, but his brother also killed 51 people.

However, they were all good, even if they were poked in the chest by the bayonets of the Japanese army, they still grabbed the rifles of the Japanese army, and asked their companions behind them to stab the little devil in the same way, and the Chinese soldiers who exchanged their lives for their lives did not let the Japanese resist for more than a minute and a half, and completely buried the glory of the so-called Imperial Japanese Army into the land of China. But it also made their brave enough tough guy battalion commander wet with tears.

There was no time to grieve, as many as 1,500 Japanese corpses were searched from the position, and there were many corpses that could not be pieced together, and it was estimated that more than 1,800 or even 2,000 Japanese soldiers were killed in this round of shelling and charging, and the Japanese soldiers who could escape were no more than an infantry brigade.

The commander of the 34th Brigade, Major General Cun Xingqi, immediately issued a military order for the whole army to advance rapidly.

In fact, the remnants of the Japanese army of the 78th Infantry Wing are not worth one infantry brigade or even two infantry brigades of the Third Army, and the future military god located in Jingcheng County left Deng Political Commissar to lead the teaching regiment, cavalry battalion, and baggage battalion to continue to be responsible for the transportation of materials, while he himself personally led the two regiments of the 769th Regiment and the 685th Regiment and the remaining two companies of the 129th Division Guard Battalion, totaling more than 5,000 troops, to the front line of Niangziguan.

In view of the remaining less than 3,000 remnants of the 39th Infantry Brigade of the 20th Division, more than 23,000 officers and soldiers from various Chinese departments participated in the battle on the entire Niangziguan front.

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PS: Fengyue didn't update yesterday, and I apologize again to my book friends, because my cousin had a big accident, and he is still lying in the hospital ICU and his life and death are uncertain, and the elders are all old, and Fengyue is already the oldest in this generation, so he can only grit his teeth and put it on top.