The Japanese infantry this time can be said to have made a bloody investment, two infantry squadrons of nearly 400 people, divided into two echelons, the first echelon is as high as two infantry squads of nearly 100 people, when they entered the attack area 300 meters, they put on gas masks, and quickly launched an attack on the top of the mountain.

THE 800-METER DEFENSE LINE, ON AVERAGE, THERE IS A DEVIL IN SEVEN OR EIGHT METERS, AND BEHIND THEM, THERE IS A MACHINE GUN SQUADRON OF 6 HEAVY MACHINE GUNS, 12 GRENADIERS, 12 LIGHT MACHINE GUNS, 4 57MM TANK GUNS, AND 3 7.7 MM HEAVY MACHINE GUNS TO SUPPORT THEM.

Of course, in the face of the defense of the independent regiment, let the first echelon of the Hatori Nakasa dare to send more than half of the courage of the squadron, or throw a large amount of poison gas, no matter how tenacious the soldier, he has to breathe, inhale this deadly poison gas, at worst will lose combat effectiveness, the ideal situation is naturally to die on the spot, which has been proven many times on the battlefield.

The independent regiment is already qualified to be called an honor, and His Excellency, the commander of the Kawagishi Bunzaburo Division, specially prepared as many as two truckloads of red medicine for them, which is an honor that the Chinese army on other battlefields cannot obtain.

In the headquarters 1,000 meters away, Nakasa Hatori held a telescope and looked at the yellow-green smoke rising from the hilltop position of the Independent Regiment, his eyes full of antiquity.

The two squads of the first echelon had already marched to the place where they had returned last time.

Damn the Chinese, it's really too inferior, it's all over the dirt here. It took a full thirty minutes to clean his face, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes behind Sho's gas mask.

Applying to be the commander of the death squad again, he subconsciously moved his feet away from a pile of seemingly soft soil, although he didn't use his face, but he was unwilling to step on with his feet. That soft and smelly feeling, he didn't want to try it again in his life.

Not only him, but also other Japanese troops, walked to the position that had been taken care of by the howitzers again, and the barbed wire laid by the Chinese had been shattered and no longer had to be effortless, but the shells could not blow up the things specially laid by the Chinese. The Chinese really get too much, unless it is a shell that can blow up this mountain, otherwise, everywhere.

This time it was hard ground, and Captain Matsuda was glad for his choice.

It's just that the "evil ghost" smile hasn't had time to surface the corners of his mouth.

Just listen, "boom", while the figure of Ensign Matsuda was thrown away, a trace of incredulity flashed in his mind, Chinese, shelled?

A sharp pain ensued. Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who came back to his senses, hugged his foot and almost cried without pain. The cowhide boots with iron soles did not become the protector of the feet, and the soles of his feet, only half of which were left, and the half of the toes were missing.

If nothing else, Captain Matsuda knows that he will never think about wearing clogs again in his life.

"Yaga, there are mines." Jun Cao, who had seen the face of Captain Matsuda's team, was once again in hindsight and exclaimed loudly.

Of course there are mines, real mines.

Or the last time it played a big role in the Battle of the Great Wall, the miniature infantry mine. It's no bigger than a butterfly, but it's powerful enough to blow off feet and legs.

Liu Lang knew that before the Japanese attack, they would definitely bombard the entire mountain artillery with grenades, and the significance of large-scale minelaying was not great, for the purpose of saving, it was just that the sappers placed infantry mines in a part of the "fertilizer", which also meant that there were no dates to hold two poles first.

However, in the previous attack, although the Japanese were disgusted by the fertilizer mines, they were lucky enough that no one lay on the real mines, which is a bit regrettable. I think it was because the howitzer explosion was too large, which detonated this pressure-sensitive miniature infantry mine.

Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who escaped last time, finally got bad this time, and although he didn't step on the that made him sick, he stepped on the infantry mine that was basically the same color as the land.

Captain Matsuda, who was holding his feet and tearing his heart and lungs, was thinking at this time: Baga, I already knew that the Chinese would have landmines, so it was better to step on.

That's right, this is how the bottom line of human beings has been refreshed step by step. Rather than nausea, having healthy feet is the most important thing. Second Lieutenant Matsuda's idea is very human.

The Japanese army was very disciplined, and immediately someone helped Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was already doomed to be crippled, to retreat down the mountain. Others, even if they know that the Chinese have more viciously planted mines besides, and that they are the kind of mines that can blow off people's feet, they can only move on.

Only this time, not many people dared to casually throw themselves on the ground, where there were not only disgusting things, but also terrible things.

Naturally, this slowed down. Hatori Nakasa's face darkened, this sudden speed was the slowest speed he had ever seen, didn't these bastards of Yaga know that the poisonous gas was dissipating? In ten minutes at most, the mountain wind will blow the poison gas away, and the follow-up troops of the Chinese will rush back to their positions.

With a wave of his hand, "Baga, order the attack troops, speed up." Hatori Nakasa quickly ordered.

"Hey!" The lieutenant next to him nodded heavily.

Three red flares were shot into the sky from the direction of the Japanese positions.

At this moment, not only the main force of the Japanese army 100 meters behind the first echelon sped up, but also the two decisive squads that were cautiously watching under their feet and would rather step on than on mines could only be forced to speed up.

"Baga, we must kill all the Chinese here, and not one will be left." And Captain Matsuda, who had already withdrawn from the front-line position and hid behind a boulder with the support of his subordinates, looked at the Chinese position where the poisonous gas was dissipating unwillingly, and his face was hideous.

A small infantry mine can be said to have destroyed all the dreams of this Japanese second lieutenant from a peasant family, the glory is gone, and he has to retire from active duty because of his disability, and the money is gone.

Then Second Lieutenant Matsuda's hideousness froze on his face as he looked back at the position. The cruel eyes were full of fire.

The flames that burst out from the Chinese positions were particularly dazzling in the air of poisonous gas.

The Japanese invaders, who had been waiting for the first echelon, entered 150 meters and were about to reach the second barbed wire, Liu Lang waved his hand lightly, "Give Lao Tzu a hit." ”

All light and heavy machine guns, semi-automatic rifles, aimed at the Japanese troops down the hill and began to shoot.

This time, the concentration of the poisonous smoke was not as high as the smoke bomb that the independent regiment had put on itself last time, and the figure of the Japanese invader more than 100 meters away was clearly visible.

The sudden and violent fire directly swept all the Japanese criminals in front and behind to the ground.

For the Japanese troops in the first echelon, those who were swept by bullets were not good, and those who were not swept away, no matter whether there was or mines under them, they had to crawl to the ground.

Because in that moment, you have only two choices, either get killed by a dense barrage of bullets or fall prostrate to the ground. The Japanese army, which had a strong tactical literacy, all chose the latter, without exception.

Being alive is the most important thing.

Watching several of his colleagues, including the soldier who was stained with or stepped on a mine, was beaten into a honeycomb and fell to the ground with his own eyes, Ensign Matsuda's already pale little face became even whiter.

In such a concentration of poisonous gas, the Chinese can still fight, are they all devils sent by heaven? All the unwillingness turned into happiness at this moment. If it were not for the fact that his foot was blown off by a mine by the Chinese, I am afraid that among the people who became a honeycomb, there must be him.

Although this idea of refreshing the bottom line once again made Second Lieutenant Matsuda a little ashamed, after seeing the face of the soldier who took care of him was also extremely pale, and he was equally glad to pat his little heart。。。。。。

"For His Majesty's sake, I have to live well." Second Lieutenant Matsuda quickly gave himself a plausible reason, and quickly hid his head behind a large rock, resolutely not looking at the Chinese position again.

The Chinese's firepower is really too fierce. On the boulder, sparks flew everywhere.

If he could, he would rather watch his own tank wield, more than a hundred meters away from him was turning its tracks to adjust the direction of the muzzle of the 57mm short-barreled gun, so close, no fortifications could resist the power of the tank gun. One shot goes down, and one point of fire will be annihilated.

However, the Chinese's firepower was far more fierce than Second Lieutenant Matsuda thought, far beyond his barren imagination.

The spark came out again.

However, it was from the Type 89 tank, which he had high hopes for, with its muzzle adjusted and ready to fire.

Second Lieutenant Matsuda was sure that he had never seen such dazzling fireworks in his life.

A string of sparks kept appearing on the steel plate of the tank.

Although the penetration of the Surotong machine gun had been tested in training, and there was no pressure to penetrate 30 mm of high-quality steel plate at a distance of 400 meters, the soldiers of the artillery battalion, who had never hit a tank with a machine gun, were very cautious, and the two twin Surotong machine guns were aimed at the Japanese tank that was at the forefront of the position and the most arrogant and arrogant target they named the No. 1 target.

In order to destroy the No. 1 target in one fell swoop, the two shooters riveted at the target 400 meters away without even letting go of the trigger, and shot the bullet board in one go.

The 89 tank that was attacked was not dead, the tanker subconsciously stepped on the accelerator when the tank felt the vibration, and the armor edges and corners of the tank that rushed forward frantically were not enough to let the shells penetrate and were ejected one after another.

The fireworks that Second Lieutenant Matsuda saw were sparks from the friction between the machine-gun shells and the edges and corners of the armor that were wildly strafing.

But the crazy 40 shells did not need all frontal hits, only one shot was enough, and the cramped tank cab was not enough for several Japanese soldiers to dodge the fragments of armor-piercing shells that penetrated the steel plate and frantically broke into the tank.

The good fortune of the Japanese army has finally come to an end.

IN THE FRIGHTENED EYES OF LIEUTENANT MATSUDA, SEVERAL LARGE HOLES APPEARED ON THE SIDE OF THE 89 TANK FULL OF FIREWORKS, AND A PUFF OF BLACK SMOKE CAME OUT OF THE TANK, AND A MUFFLED SOUND WAS HEARD, AND THE STEEL TURRET CONNECTED TO THE 57MM GUN BARREL WAS LIFTED, AND IT HUNG MISERABLY, LIKE A HUMAN BEING CUT OFF MOST OF IT ALIVE BUT NOT FALLING OFF THE HEAD.

That is, the result of the detonation of a shell in the tank.

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PS: I was criticized by some book friends, saying that I was the author of the most things he had ever seen. I admit to taking leave, and I admit that there are fewer explosions, but the update of Fengyue is definitely stable, and before the New Year, it was 4400 words per day, and after the year, it became about 6000 words for two more. 30 days per month, with a maximum of one day off. "If the earth doesn't explode, the author won't take a holiday" is the author's slogan, but it's actually really sad. Our lives can't just be about writing, parents and children need to be accompanied. Especially for a single father like Fengyue, my daughter needs me to accompany her to grow up, I don't want to miss the time when she grows up happily, thank you for the understanding of most of the book friends, thank you very much.