Taking advantage of the fact that the two heavy machine guns had changed their barrels and their firepower was slightly weak, the frenzied Japanese troops charged forward another twenty or thirty meters with bullets and entered the fifty-meter area.

But that was already the limit of what they could go, and from beginning to end, they never crossed that line. However, the hilltop position of more than 40 meters seems to be within reach, but for the Japanese army, it is close to the end of the world.

"Drop the grenade." With Cen Changqing's roar, anyone who carried a grenade threw the grenade down the mountain without money.

There's no need to aim at all, and there's no need to estimate the distance, just throw it hard. From the slope to the bottom of the mountain, there are all Japanese, and you can catch one wherever you throw it.

Nearly 30 infantry and the gunners of the fire platoon brought their own ones, and in one minute, it was enough to drop more than 100 grenades, which directly blew up the hillside into a Senluo hell, which was even more terrifying than the previous heavy machine guns and light machine guns with full firepower.

But the bad luck of the Japanese army was not completely over.

"Fire, five rapid-fire!" With a few hundred meters from here, the artillery had been moved up the hill to the top of the hill, and all the mortars who could reach the hillside were ordered.

At least six guns were roaring up the hill towards Position 6.

The grenades and mortar shells, coupled with the heavy machine guns that began to roar again, completely suppressed the "onboard" sound of the Japanese army, and at the same time suppressed the few remaining courage points of the Japanese army.

When watching the companions fall one after another, without resistance, under the terrible machine-gun fire of the Chinese, the pace of the Japanese charge in the last few waves became heavier and heavier, and when the colleagues were not only shot down, but were lifted high by grenades and shells, and even fell in pieces, and almost the same tragedy continued to play out more than a hundred meters or even tens of meters away.

The nerves that had collapsed to the extreme finally broke.

"Mom, I still have to go back to China to see my mother! We don't deserve to die like this. "A Japanese soldier suddenly threw away his rifle and knelt on the ground with his face covered and wept bitterly.

"Yaga!" The Japanese second lieutenant who was with the team took out his pistol and fired several shots at the infantry, who showed weakness, and shot the Japanese soldiers who broke down and cried bitterly.

However, the gap in the will has appeared, and it can no longer resist the cowardice that floods like a monstrous flood.

What's more, who doesn't have friends and relatives to get old from? No matter how bad the popularity of the soldier is, he also has friends in the army.

"Jiesuke-kun." A soldier staggered in pain and flipped open the body of his fellow countryman who had fallen to the ground, and all he could see was a pale face and an incomparably empty eye that had not been closed.

"Why, why did you kill him!" The Japanese infantry questioned the second lieutenant who had always been high in the sky with red eyes.

"Baga, he is a coward, this is the end of not obeying military orders." The second lieutenant also roared with a pistol. "Everyone, it's the same, we have to bravely use death to protect the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army."

The second lieutenant apparently forgot that this was not just a battlefield, but a battlefield of despair.

The Japanese are a people who are more subordinate to their superiors than any other people, both in the past and in the present. However, Mr. Lu Xun is right in saying that "either it explodes in silence or dies in silence." Everyone has a bottom limit of oppression, and if it exceeds this bottom limit, it will rebound.

The reason why the vast majority of Japanese people, both in the past and now, are psychologically distorted in the eyes of the Chinese people is because the obedience that is deep in the bone marrow makes them unable to resist, and they can only relieve their depression with behaviors that others cannot understand.

But what about on the battlefield? What happens if you exceed their floor?

It is said that war is the easiest way to release the demons in the hearts of human beings. What's more, in this kind of battlefield, at the moment when the cowardly little devil in everyone's heart is spreading his wings and flying high.

The muzzle of the Japanese lieutenant's pistol was not aimed at the humble Japanese infantry who dared to question him in pain, and the infantryman's gun rang out first, only four or five meters away, for a Japanese veteran, even if he did not aim, the shot was extremely accurate, and it hit him in the chest.

The huge bullet kinetic energy directly knocked the Japanese second lieutenant to the ground, there was nothing unbelievable, there was no "why", and the Japanese second lieutenant whose heart was pierced would soon be completely dead.

In the jaw-dropping eyes of many Japanese soldiers, the Japanese infantry who killed their boss with one shot was stunned for only two seconds, and ran back with their guns in tow.

Of course, he didn't run a few meters before he was shot dead by the rest of the Japanese officers who reacted.

However, this kind of behavior seemed to open a floodgate for the already incomparably widespread cowardice of the Japanese army, and after just a few seconds, the same Japanese soldiers began to turn around, or leave the line and run to the sides.

One, two, up to many.

No matter how the Japanese officers shouted, the wave of flight could no longer be stopped. The officers who wanted to shoot and block the deserters were shot to the ground by bullets flying from nowhere, and they no longer knew whether they were Chinese or their own. They could only be coerced by the defeated soldiers and fled.

More than 100 Japanese troops who were still under the hillside did not rush up the hill at all, and they scattered and fled.

At this time, only 8 minutes had passed since their so-called decisive long live charge, and more than 400 Japanese troops were shot dead and blown up on the way to the charge, and about 100 were still on the hillside, and the rest were all scattered.

"On the hillside, take care of the infantry, all the machine guns, give Lao Tzu to kill the ones behind first, kill them all." A smile appeared on Cen Changqing's face, who had been tense.

This battle has basically ended so far.

The little devil has this little endurance, and the so-called "Long Live Charge" is nothing more than that, which is far worse than imagined.

Judging from their anxious desperate charge, I am afraid that the main force is not far from here, and there are still thousands of people from the 772nd Regiment and the 17th Division in the direction of Jiuguan, which is enough to surround this mountain, and under the search of the net, there will not be a single fish that slips through the net.

Now, he only needs to kill as many of the more than 100 Japanese soldiers who tried to escape as possible on the way to escape, so as to reduce the burden on the brother troops.

When the Japanese army charged, although there were fortifications, the officers and soldiers were still somewhat burdened. The Japanese army's marksmanship is still very accurate, and if you show your head slightly, you may be hit by the Japanese soldiers who are shooting in the charge.

In the eight-minute battle, the second platoon and the fire platoon plus Cen Changqing and Liu Jinzuo, two platoon commanders, a total of 24 infantrymen, plus machine gunners and mortarmen with pistols, a total of 58 people, only 43 people can still shoot, 6 people were killed, 9 people were seriously wounded, and most of the casualties were under the grenade grenades of the Japanese army, but the 6 people who were hit by the Japanese guns were four dead and two seriously wounded, and the ratio of wounded to death was much greater than that of the Japanese grenadiers.

But now, facing the machine gunners of the first battalion and the second platoon of machine gunners with their backs under their guns, it was almost like shooting a live target like a mountain mouse on the training ground.

On the battlefield, exposing one's back to the enemy is the most stupid thing to do. Of course, the Japanese army will not be unaware, but what they are thinking now, having completely lost their courage, is that they only need to be a little luckier than their companions.

The fall of every colleague caused not sadness, but happiness, and glad that he could run a few more meters.

Even, when death comes, what flashes in their eyes is not necessarily unwillingness and attachment to life. Perhaps, there is also relief in that. Finally, don't worry anymore.

They have lost their qualifications as warriors and can only become prey to their opponents.

Perhaps, from the moment they turned and fled the battlefield, as warriors, they were already dead.

This is the sorrow of the defeated army.

At a distance of 200 meters, they need to run for at least 30 seconds, even if they lose their rifles, throw off their steel helmets and backpacks, and swing their arms like sprinters. Even, the desire for life made them burn the small universe again, like a teenager running in the wind.

However, the heavy leather shoes and the mountain road that was not easy to walk still made their steps heavy, and they directly stepped into the stone crevice, but because the speed was too fast, the Japanese soldiers who broke their calf bones were not one or two. What awaited them was a not particularly accurate but more than enough bullets to fly.

This is undoubtedly a road to death.

One after another earthy yellow figures fell to the roar of machine guns, no slower than their comrades charging on the hillside.

On the other hand, their companions, who were still struggling on the hillside, were even better off than they were.

Although the more than 100 Japanese troops who saw the follow-up forces collapse like this and had no reinforcements and became a lone army, no longer charging but crawling on the hillside to shoot at the Chinese, were extremely bitter in their hearts, but good, those damned cowardly bastards took away the threat of light and heavy machine guns, only a few dozen rifles, and the threat to them was not so great.

Even, lying on the hillside watching the cowardly colleagues escape into the mountains and forests under the frantic strafing of the Chinese machine guns, but in 12 out of 10, the Japanese lieutenant-level commander couldn't help but burst out a sentence that he couldn't believe "Yoxi!" ”

It was anger at betrayal, and even more so, helplessness at a desperate situation.

Soon, not only will they have to face the enemy's terrible machine gun fire again, but more Chinese may arrive on this fast battlefield.

Yes, when, a minute later, an infantry platoon, panting and almost running to death, was ordered to arrive at the battlefield to support, only to find that there was no need for any more support, and the Japanese army was routed. The strength of the Japanese troops suppressed on the hillside is only roughly the same as the total strength on the top of the mountain.

After only a few breaths and less than thirty seconds of rest, an infantry platoon quickly entered the battle under the orders of the depressed platoon commander.

In order to support them, the infantry platoon, which was heavily armed and running for nearly 1,500 meters on the mountain road, almost did not become the first infantry platoon to run alive. Unexpectedly, Cen Changqing and the others solved it like this, and before they arrived, all the crises were resolved.

It's strange that the infantry platoon commander can not be depressed. Then you can only find a little devil to vent your anger.

I didn't eat the meat, but I was able to drink the soup.

The battle on the side of Position 1 is obviously a little more intense, and the battle is still in full swing.

However, there were more than reinforcements from these two infantry platoons in the positions on both sides.

Four minutes ago, when Ye Zifei took out the old monkey's unbearable letter of "help" from Xiong Er, who was drenched in blood with four claws, he angrily ordered the infantry platoons occupying each hill to quickly draw out an infantry squad and assemble on both flanks.

As for himself, he personally led an infantry platoon and a firepower platoon to maneuver as fast as possible to the area where the three people in the third squad were located.

He had realized that he had been deceived.

The Japanese had no more strength to adjust, and they attacked the hills on both flanks with all their might, not to divert the defenders from the line in an attempt to break through the line, but to shamelessly cover the escape of their main officers.

The third class of the old monkey may have encountered a lot of enemies, and they are only three people.

They are at stake.

It's just that the three of them, can they hold out until the arrival of reinforcements?

Ye Zifei didn't know, and the soldiers who had lost most of their baggage and ran silently with only guns and bullets didn't know either.

All they knew was that the battalion deputy did not do any mobilization, but simply said: "We have three brothers who have encountered Japanese invaders and need our rescue." ”

All they could do was run, run as hard as they could, on the rugged mountain road, toward the area of the three brothers.

When training, fully armed off-road five kilometers 22 minutes of speed, not enough.

The smell of blood was already in my breath, and my lungs were dry like a fire burning, but it was still not enough.

The lives of the three brothers may be at their feet, and a second earlier can save them.

In fact, the third shift has indeed reached the most critical time.