If there is still a living person on the top of the mountain, let him live a little longer!

After five more rounds of shelling towards the top of the hill, dumping 108 shells at a time, the six Bofors mountain guns of the artillery battalion of the Independent Regiment began to slowly turn their muzzles under the roar of the artillery observers' rapid data, three aimed at the left flank position of Jiuguan, and three aimed at the right flank.

Of course, the top of the hill could never be bombed, and there were two infantry companies of their own people hidden somewhere. They wanted to cross the hill and shell the two Japanese troops at the foot of the hill who were desperately suppressed, so as to completely shatter their illusion of stubborn resistance.

Even so, after receiving a notice from the front-line command that the Japanese invaders who were being dragged more than 300 meters in front of the position would be shelled in two minutes. Except for an infantry squad in the trenches to observe the activities of the Japanese in front of the position, all the others were asked to hide in the anti-artillery holes. The cannonball is not long-sighted, and the distance of more than 300 meters seems to be very far, but for the cannonball, it will hit this side with a slight change of direction.

The difficulty of the so-called infantry artillery coordination is here, without the cover of artillery, it is difficult for the infantry to break into the defensive line, but if there is no elite artillery to shoot accurately, this shell does not know who is blowing up! The ability to shell two or three hundred meters ahead of one's own side is basically the limit of elite artillery.

But the Red troops still underestimated the artillery battalion of the Separate Regiment. Infantry and artillery coordination has been the key training subject of the independent regiment in recent years, and at the most crazy time, it can cover the 150 meters in front of the direction of the infantry attack to carry out artillery bombardment, and the air wave generated by the explosion frightened the infantry battalion soldiers who scolded the artillery battalion after the drill.

However, it was in this kind of actual combat drill dancing on the tip of a knife that the officers and men of the mountain artillery company of the artillery battalion fired not only confidently, but also as accurately as a sniper rifle.

Three shells crossed the ridge and exploded precisely in the rocky bunker at the foot of the mountain.

The rock, which originally provided the best cover for the Japanese army to avoid bullet fire, was helpless against the Japanese who were hiding behind the rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns. But when a 6.5-kilogram grenade explodes, there are far more stone fragments than artillery shell fragments, which become super accomplices.

At this time, the air wave that is constantly blocked and weakened by various stones is not the strongest killing method of artillery shell explosion, and the dense and irregular stone fragments that can be followed show the power of howitzer explosion vividly. Whether it is lying on his stomach or holding his head and shrinking his body in an effort to reduce the number of bombs that are hidden, it is basically impossible to escape bad luck.

You don't need to be blown to pieces, just a piece of rubble. Stone flakes that were accelerated to two or three hundred meters per second by the energy of the explosion, even the size of a finger, could easily pierce through the soft human body.

Looking down from the bunker on the hillside, only three shells made the Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain cry wolf, and at the same time, ignoring the terrifying bullet rain that was likely to be fired again on the mountain, they showed their frenzied retreat.

Leaving your back to the enemy is death, but staying where you are is even more dead. However, hundreds of meters away, the top of Jiuguan Mountain had already told these remnants of the Japanese that there were a lot of cannonballs ----Chinese the truth, more than they could imagine. Now it's three, and maybe thirty later. Those who don't run are stupid forks.

Three shells on one side, a total of six shells, had just been reloaded and the mountain artillery battalion, which was about to fire again, suddenly received a request from the front to stop the shelling.

Because, there is no need. The remaining dozens of devils were fleeing frantically, even if the terrifying bullets of the two heavy machine guns that started roaring again swept down several of them in an instant, it couldn't stop their already collapsed will to fight.

The trumpets of the charge sounded almost simultaneously on both positions.

The combat characteristics of the Red Units have always been: the order is stopped.

Not to mention that the enemy army will pursue them, even if the enemy army is large and their own defense line is in danger, the charge horn may sound. In the face of the enemy's bullets and bullets, counter-charging is a glorious tradition that the Red Army will retain until the next 80 years.

Otherwise, how could Liu Lang face an enemy several times his size, with more than a dozen remnants of soldiers, jumping out of the trench and charging against the bayonets of the Japanese invaders! Don't look at the trenches that can protect you seem a little silly, but on the battlefield, the decisive thing is sometimes not only what equipment and what superior firepower, but also a breath, a breath that even if you kill me, I will make you lack arms and legs.

All units with this kind of spirit, whether they were red troops or national troops, inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese invaders, who had superior firepower and the quality of individual soldiers, in a full-scale war.

As the saying goes: those who are horizontal are afraid of the flute, and those who are afraid of the flute are not dead. If it were not for this spirit, how could the red troops have gone through hundreds of battles in one year, broken through the encirclement and interception of hundreds of thousands of troops, and galloped a distance of 25,000 miles?

It can be said that in this alone, the red troops are unparalleled in the world, even if they are independent regiments, they are slightly inferior to them in this regard. After all, the Separate Regiment did not experience a miraculous year for the Red Units. It's like a piece of steel that is put on a cutting board and tempered repeatedly to become steel.

And now, the gray-blue figures that swarmed out from the top of the mountain with Hanyang-made in their hands were all the elites of the Red Army that year.

In the eyes of the glazed Okazaki Shoichi Nakasa, the earthy yellow of his proud Imperial cavalry scurried back like lost dogs, while the two gray-blue streams chased after each other.

Soldiers who fell behind were constantly shot by the Chinese who calmly raised their guns.

Shame replaced despair in the eyes of the Japanese Nakasa, whose soldiers could be killed by artillery bombing, shot or Chinese bayonets, but could not just be chased like weak chickens and die without resistance.

"Yaga! Yours, turn around and fight back. Okazaki brandished his command knife and roared at a group of Japanese troops.

Perhaps seeing his wing commander running over with a cold and shining command knife, the panic in the hearts of the Japanese troops who had withdrawn from the right flank position gradually stabilized, and under the command of his own equally embarrassed lieutenant squadron leader, he regained cover on the spot, preparing to turn around and fight to the death against the Chinese troops who had already charged.

Although they collapsed under the heavy fire of the artillery battalion, they were able to regroup under the orders of their immediate superiors and restart their counterattack in the face of superior enemy forces, and the Japanese cavalry still proved their elite with facts, and at the same time defended the honor of their cavalry.

It has to be said that the Japanese army in the early days of the war was extremely strong in terms of the quality of individual soldiers and the will to fight.

"Holy shit, the little devil is really hard enough, he can carry this to death." Standing on the hilltop position in the distance and carefully observing the battlefield with a telescope, Regiment Commander Ye saw the Japanese army regain its foothold and shoot at the troops chasing and charging on his side, several gray-blue figures fell to the ground one by one, anger appeared on their faces, and they smashed their fists on the trench and said sharply: "Commander, blow the trumpet for me again, Lao Tzu wants to see if they are harder or the Lao Tzu are harder." ”

"Tick Tick Tick Tick 。。。。。。" The trumpet resounded through the mountains.

"Kill 。。。。。。" The same voice resounded throughout the mountains.

"Get on the bayonet." With the roar of the commander, the stormtroopers who had returned to the ground as the Japanese invaders desperately counterattacked and fired at them took the bayonets hanging from their waists and inserted them into the muzzle of their guns.

For a time, the swords and guns were like a forest, and the cold light was shining.

Murderous.

Meanwhile. "On the bayonet" In the heart-rending roar of the Japanese lieutenant, the Japanese army also silently inserted their bayonets into the muzzle.

The two sides are only 200 meters apart.

At this time, the so-called superiority in firepower and the so-called superiority in numbers are no longer important.

What matters is the gas that belongs to the army. On the one hand, they want to annihilate the invaders who invade their own land, and on the other hand, they want to defend the honor of their so-called imperial cavalry.

Now, they have nothing to live or die, only to stick a bayonet into the opponent's chest.

A group of gray-blue figures and a group of earthy yellow figures, roaring at the same time, facing each other, picked up the cold and shining spear in their hands, did not hesitate, did not say anything, charged.

"Yo Xi! Kill to give. Shoichi Okazaki, who was getting closer and closer to his troops, brandishing his command knife, finally showed a smile.

This was the first time that the Japanese Nakasa had laughed since the shelling began at the top of the mountain.

It was also the last time he laughed.

Because, Chinese soldiers, before charging, are never stupid enough to withdraw bullets, they will empty all the bullets in the chamber of their guns.

Of course, neither do the Japanese.

"Bang Bang" In the process of the two sides facing each other's bayonet hedge, a burst of counterfire hit, and the remaining Japanese troops fell more than a dozen, and the 772nd Regiment also fell several times.

"Squad Leader。。。。。。" A little soldier who was only eighteen or nineteen years old tried hard to pull up a squad leader who fell in front of him, but he couldn't pull it anymore.

The old squad leader, who had been taking care of him for more than a year, was shot in the chest, and a wound the size of a teacup was already a sign that he would not live.

Eyes wide open and pointing ahead were the only words he had left for the young soldier, who had been in the army for less than a year.

Wiping away tears, he roared angrily and fired his own angry shot at the soldier in the distance who brandished a command knife and looked like a devil officer.

It stands to reason that at a distance of more than 300 meters, except for sharpshooters, few people can hit the Japanese Nakasa, who is still running in anger. Not to mention that the little soldier is still shooting while running.

However, the heavens opened their eyes, as if to pay tribute to the red soldier who came out of the strategic shift and died fighting the invaders, and the young soldier was impartial in order to avenge his squad leader.

In the middle of the mouth of the Japanese soldier Nakasa, who had just smiled.

The 7.92mm round-nosed bullet shattered the front teeth and ruffled the entire mouth, and then spun wildly to pierce the back of the Japanese soldier's head.

A headshot.