The Japanese army who came to attack here had been told that the opponent was the famous Liu Lang Independent Regiment in the Battle of the Great Wall a few years ago, and the Japanese commander did not want to increase the enemy's prestige and destroy his own morale, but did not want another tragedy like the 28th Cavalry Wing.

As the saying goes: the shadow of a man's famous tree. The famous title of "Colonel Beast" made the Japanese infantry wary of this never-before-seen Chinese army on the mountain, especially when they saw the wreckage of their comrades in the 28th Cavalry Wing still hanging like salted fish in the mountains and forests.

In addition, this way of attacking is very different from the previous invincible offensive battles, not to mention the old bird Nakasa in the rear who raised his vigilance to the highest, and the Japanese infantry at the forefront raised his heart to his throat. After all, they are the ones who carry their heads and work with the Chinese.

Invisibly, this group of Japanese troops has put the independent regiments that have not yet met them to the same level as them, or even higher.

This is unprecedented. Even in Jingcheng County, they had fought hard with the 101st Regiment of the 17th Division for 8 hours, killing 160 people, and they did not take that stubborn opponent too seriously. After all, it's just a tough opponent.

Just when they had already seen the barbed wire fence that the Chinese had erected more than 100 meters before the position was ravaged by artillery fire, and a group of Japanese soldiers with small white cloth strips with small suns and big scissors were still thinking about how to crawl over, they suddenly heard the bamboo flute suddenly sounding on the Chinese position, and naturally their bladders shrank in fright, thinking that the Chinese had some terrible poisonous plan.

The imagination was even more imaginative, and when the mortar shells flying all over the sky were overwhelming, and when the tanks hundreds of meters away opened fire to suppress the Chinese positions, they used mortars to prove that they had such terrible small artillery.

I can only hope that Amaterasu will bless you, if you want to blow up, just blow up others, don't blow yourself up. A group of frightened Japanese soldiers who were about to shrink into the balls wanted to hide their faces in the dirt in front of them.

Don't hide it a little deeper, what if the shrapnel flies over? The 1st Infantry Brigade led by Lao Bird is the fist unit of the 77th Infantry Wing, and its combat effectiveness is known as the strongest in the 39th Infantry Brigade.

It's just that the soil on the hillside blown by this shell is a little soft! And, why is there still a bit of a peculiar smell? A trace of doubt flashed through the mind of the Japanese soldier who smashed himself to the ground and buried his head without hesitation.

Not to mention that the frightened Japanese troops were frightened by a sudden bamboo whistle, even the first battalion and one company of the independent regiment on the hilltop position were also frightened. The deputy battalion commander had given an order before, and everything had to be ordered by him, when was it changed to a bamboo whistle order?

Liu Lang, who had been staring at the Japanese army about to arrive at the first barbed wire, turned his head suddenly, but saw Xiong Er, who was wearing an iron helmet, bored, sitting in a trench more than 20 meters away from the headquarters leading to the bottom of the mountain, playing with a bamboo whistle.

A little nurse wearing a steel helmet and a military uniform beside it was blushing, trying to snatch the bamboo whistle that was supposed to belong to her from the bear's second-hand.

Xiong Er, who belonged to the field hospital, came up with the ambulance team, only more than 200 meters away from the front-line trenches, just to be able to rescue the wounded in the first place. The doctors and nurses of the Independent Regiment did not wear white coats except in the hospital, and Liu Lang knew that for the Japanese who had never abided by the Geneva Conventions, wearing white coats would provide them with a conspicuous target and would become their priority hunt.

Obviously, Xiong Er, who had nothing to do for a long time, snatched away the little nurse's bamboo whistle, and even made a miracle for the special mother.

If you put it aside in the past, whoever makes such a fuss in wartime, no matter who it is, even if it is a bear, it will not be able to avoid the fate of being crushed by the waves.

But this time, Liu Lang smiled.

What does it mean to unintentionally insert willows into the willows? Here it is.

Xiong Er's bamboo whistle frightened the Japanese soldiers into the dust, and the body was called low. Langtuanza, who smiled at the little nurse, looked at the Japanese soldiers who were crawling in front of his first barbed wire, which was already a little messy, and smiled unkindly.

He didn't give the order to attack, because he was still waiting, waiting for the best time.

In the war, Liu Tuanzuo is very serious.

Two minutes passed, and the position was still calm, but the left and right flanks had already been connected to the fire, and the fight was lively.

At a distance of five or six hundred meters, the Type 89 tank kept firing to suppress the fire point for its own infantry, and there were grenadiers relying on the tank and constantly firing grenades at the top of the hill.

The two companies of the 772nd Regiment at the forefront were not to be outdone, even if the heavy machine guns did not dare to take the lead easily, but the six or seven light machine guns they had kept changing positions and tried to suppress the advance of the Japanese infantry. At this time, the mortars they had finally played a huge role, and the Japanese heavy machine guns did not dare to fire unscrupulously at the top of the hill for more than a minute before they had to move their positions, otherwise, they would be fired by several mortars in a row, and the outcome was doomed to be tragic.

That's not something that Amaterasu can take care of.

There was already a heavy machine-gun group that did not believe in evil, and in the third minute of the battle, it was fired by four shells, which, together with their 92 heavy machine guns, became a sky full of fragments.

Although the Japanese had a slight advantage in firepower with the help of tanks, they were by no means as far apart as they were with other Chinese troops on the Hebei Plain.

The Japanese army has strong tactical literacy and accurate archery, but the red troops composed of elite red soldiers who have experienced a strategic transfer of thousands of miles are definitely not weak, even if they lie their heads very low, their marksmanship is also accurate, and the advantage of terrain offsets some of the Japanese army's firepower advantages.

On the two flanks, the two sides attacked and defended each other, shooting at each other at a distance of 300 meters. It was difficult for the Japanese army to make any progress, and the defending troops, who were holding back their strength to kill the Japanese devils, did not shoot the Japanese invaders on their backs as expected, and no one took much advantage.

But there was still an eerie calm on the central position, and the bamboo whistle seemed to be a naughty farce, and since the sound, everything was the nephew playing the lantern--- as usual.

"Yaga! Damn the Chinese, what are you putting here? What the hell is this," a Japanese second lieutenant pulled his face out of the "dirt" with some difficulty.

It's really pulled out. The Chinese soil is really baga and too sticky. If you have to find an adjective, Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who grew up in the countryside as a child, has only one noun in his mind to describe, fertile.

It's definitely fertile land. You can hit Xiang with a face. At least, that's what Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who came from a farming family, thinks.

As the commander of the decisive squad responsible for clearing obstacles, more than 40 people led by Second Lieutenant Matsuda rushed to the front of the entire infantry squadron, at least more than 50 meters away from the main force in the rear. They were responsible for clearing the barbed wire, which had been largely damaged by artillery fire but still holding back the infantry, and for finding out if there were any mines or other roadblocks.

Although those are very likely to turn into ashes under the power of the 105 howitzer, the Chinese have a lot of tricks and have to guard against them.

However, although it is a death squad, it does not mean that the death squad must die. Second Lieutenant Matsuda still wants to return to the island alive and bring back glory and money.

Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who didn't want to die, definitely belonged to the agile category, and after hearing the sound of the bamboo whistle, he roared "lie down and hide", and he threw himself into the dust as fast as he could.

But I didn't expect that China's land was so fertile that I accidentally buried my head a little harder, and buried my head in the "soil".

Moreover, the fat is a little outrageous, and somehow, the Chinese "soil" almost didn't come up in one breath, and Ensign Matsuda, who wiped the tip of his nose several times in a row to return himself to normal breathing, actually smelled a 。。。。。。

A smell of farmhouse fertilizer.

However, the coming rain of bullets and bullets that can take away human lives makes Second Lieutenant Matsuda not think deeply at this moment, he just wants to bury his head low and lower, no matter how terrible the Chinese land is full of the smell of farm manure, it is obviously not as terrible as the imminent enemy strike.

It wasn't until two minutes later that Second Lieutenant Matsuda raised his head and asked the military cao beside him angrily.

Because, there is a premonition that is getting stronger and stronger, for Matsuda Sakane, a farmer's child.

What a taste!

It's too stinky.

The Japanese soldier Cao, who was only three meters away from him, was stunned.

He dared to say that he had never seen a person who could stick that thing so evenly on his face.

The black is yellow with yellow, and the yellow also has some indescribable colors, covering the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and face of the Japanese second lieutenant.

Moreover, there are several indescribable white insects dancing wildly on it, writhing their fat and soft bodies.

How do you say that feeling? Juncao dared to guarantee that even if he personally brought the unlucky eggs of the 28th Cavalry Wing, who were completely stiff and really like dried salted fish, from the trees and face to face with the dead man, he would not have made it more disgusting to look at Ensign Matsuda a few meters away.

Disgusting like never before, the disgusting military cao had the urge to smash the commander to the ground with the butt of a gun.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and an extremely smoky smell reached the noses of all the Japanese soldiers who raised their heads。。。。。。