Seeing that the Japanese troops were rushing towards them without dying, the three battalions opened fire with full firepower, mortars, light and heavy machine guns, rifles, and then grenadiers, weaving a dense network of fire in front of the position.

The forward units of the Japanese army kept falling to the ground, and the follow-up ones kept rushing forward, feeling that they were not human, but some kind of animal that did not know life and death.

However, when the Japanese army was charging, they also kept moving the light and heavy machine guns forward, and the light machine gunners held the machine guns and fired wildly at several mountain bags of the third battalion.

The machine gunners on the side of the third battalion did not dodge, and the two sides fired wildly, and people were constantly shot down, and there were also people on the side of the third battalion, and when the Japanese army was about to reach the foot of the mountain, several company commanders of the third battalion invariably issued an order to counter-charge.

At this time, even if there are not enough people, they can't hide in the position and wait for the devils to come up, let alone take half a step back, only by countercharging against the Japanese army, it is possible to withstand this extremely dangerous attack of the Japanese army.

After a burst of grenades and grenades exploded, the troops of both sides were killed together in an instant, and the ferocious devils encountered the veterans of the third battalion who were brave and good at fighting, and the killing was inseparable.

This battle, from the evening to the dark, to the gradually dark night, even so, the Japanese army is still unwilling to retreat.

The 214th Wing of the 33rd Division of the Japanese Army continued to shoot flares into the sky, and on this line, several brigades were fighting desperately with the 58th Division Field Supplement Regiment and the 3rd Battalion of the 152nd Regiment of the 51st Division.

The third battalion originally wanted to fight a slippery head battle, waiting for the 152nd regiment to come up, and only after relying on it did it launch a flank attack or counterattack on the devils.

It is estimated that the main force of the 51st Division will not be able to wait, and now it must still be fighting with the 34th Division on the field from Sixi to Guanqiao, and now the only thing that can wait is the 152nd Regiment, even if it is a battalion, after all, Liu Guangyu knows that the third battalion is here.

But now I'm afraid I can't wait for the 152nd regiment to come, Sangou stared at the dark night light in the sky with blood-red eyes, and his heart was full of despair.

Looking at the brothers who kept falling, those were all precious veterans, but there was no way, the devil was as difficult as kraft candy, he fought back, and came up again.

The corpses at the foot of the mountain were piled up, and the Japanese soldiers stepped on the corpses to come up, and the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood were nothing more than that, and the three battalions were swaying with difficulty in the wind and rain, like a candle in the wind, and they could be extinguished at any time.

Many of the fighters in front were already unarmed, their guns ran out of bullets, their bayonets were bent and broken, the barrels of their guns were cracked, and the butts were smashed.

In the gap between battles, some soldiers took off their single clothes, wrapped some broken stones, tied them tightly, and smashed them with a big hammer, and finally smashed them until they had no strength and were drowned in the pile.

Sangou himself also went into battle, killing a few in and a few out, and now the Japanese army has almost no weapons, but even though it is bare-handed, it has to rush up, and those who are so tired that they are staggering and crawling up.

What kind of battle is this dog day, the three dogs couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and the sapper shovel in his hand cut off the neck of a devil.

This devil still stretched his neck over by himself, and was struggling to crawl over the corpse pile, and when he climbed up, it was already the end of the crossbow, and he even gasped for breath, stretched his neck and gasped loudly.

When Sangou passed by, he just happened to have a sapper shovel in his hand, cut the devil's neck, and blood sprayed Sangou's body, and his body rolled down like a dead dog.

Wang Weidong is now almost bare-handed, but all the bullets of their heavy machine guns have been fired, and Wang Weidong, who is tall, is using the barrel of a water machine gun, staggering and blowing it up and blasting it on the devil's head.

The heavy barrel smashed on the devil's steel helmet, making a human bang, smashing the devil's steel helmet into it, and the devil's brain also splashed out, and the red and white flowed his face, and he died convulsions on the ground.

Wang Weidong's big barrel was also smashed, but now he doesn't care about this barrel, he doesn't have the strength to hold the barrel, so he simply ripped off the clothes of the dead man who fell to the ground and wrapped them around his hands full of wounds, which is a pair of gloves.

Most of the soldiers' clothes have become rotten rags, and these days have been raining for days, and their bodies are wet and leaky, dry and wet, and wet and dry, and such clothes will quickly rot, and they will be pulled down in one piece.

Now the position is basically supported by a few platoons of the Eighth Company and the Ninth Company, and the dog legs of the Eighth Company and the men of Changhua and others are very good in hand-to-hand combat.

Now everyone's weapons are almost gone, but they all have some small bits and pieces, such as finger knives and fist blades that they used before.

Wrap the rotten cloth strips around your hands first, and then put on these vicious weapons, and deal with the devils who are also exhausted and have no weapons, and the effect is very good.

However, there were many devils, and after killing a group and coming up, everyone did not dare to leave the position, so they could only continue to shrink their positions and troops, and finally concentrated on the top of several hills.

Fortunately, there are many hills on this line, and the Japanese forces are scattered, and if they attack one hill with all their might, it is estimated that they will be broken quickly.

I don't know that the Japanese army, which often attacks a little, will make this serious mistake now, but it is estimated that it is also afraid of the depth behind the **, in case it is killed, the follow-up troops do not keep up, and it is very likely that there will be no return.

It's just that this time the Japanese fighters were approaching in the dark of night, and they hurriedly flew back, and did not detect the emptiness behind this line of positions.

But after surviving this period of time, the three dogs are no longer empty behind them, the 152nd regiment is coming, although Liu Guangyu only took two companies of troops, desperately rushed over, but this bit of troops, for the third battalion that is about to dry up, is definitely a long drought and nectar.

When Liu Guangyu took the guard company and miscellaneous logistics troops to the flank of the 1st Infantry Brigade of the 214th Wing of the Japanese Army in one fell swoop, the 1st Brigade of the Japanese Army completely collapsed.

Seeing the slaughter of the new force of the ** in front of his exhausted soldiers, Takagi almost despaired.

Now he could only beckon the soldiers who had less than a squadron left, and hurriedly fled towards his own troops in the vicinity, there was no other way.

Sangou saw that there were his own people killing the flank of the devil, and he couldn't help but roar, almost paralyzed on the ground, and now he didn't know who this army was, but he faintly felt that it should be Commander Liu who brought people.

According to this time in normal times, the remaining troops of the third battalion should have all been killed and began to pursue the Japanese rout, but now everyone is quiet, all of them are paralyzed on the ground, and they no longer have any strength to chase and kill.

There is no cheer and joy after victory, or there is joy, but more luck, which is not worth mentioning in the face of extreme exhaustion and pain.

It's too late to grieve and suffer, how many brothers around him have fallen, and those who deserve to be alive are still alive, and those who are going to die can't be saved.

Most of the soldiers, in a pool of blood and corpses, were so tired that they couldn't move their hands and feet, couldn't open their eyes, and could only weakly shout the names of their brothers. Fupin Chinese