"Old squad leader, fight over there", Zhang Wei pointed to the position of the third squad, the successive attrition of the third squad has made the position precarious, some of the Japanese infantry has climbed halfway up the mountain, under the cover of grenadiers and light machine guns, they have captured several skirmishers, and the position of the third squad is about to end.

Zhang Wei could only let the heavy machine gun give him as much fire support as possible, the old squad leader was worthy of being in the army for many years, and quickly adjusted the firing position, and the flame shield of the muzzle soon moved again, and the Japanese troops who were storming the position of the third squad were suddenly blocked and fired by heavy machine guns, and were caught off guard, and for a time seven or eight people were shot and fell to the ground, and the corpses either rolled down the hillside, or were stopped by the deer and barbed wire fences, which increased the obstacles to the attacking Japanese troops.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the third squad leader Gao Yigong led the light machine gunner and the remaining few riflemen to beat the Japanese troops in the middle of the mountainside, and the light machine guns fired and the riflemen also threw grenades, and the flesh and blood flew on the mountainside for a while. Although the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, but also did not retreat, relying on various obstacles and corpses on the mountainside, and the third squad fired, a ten-year grenadier fired a grenade exploded next to Gao Yigong, 5 kg of grenades with dozens of shrapnel exploded, a shooting third squad rifleman was shot in the chest, immediately killed, the third squad again reduced one combatant, the entire squad only five people.

"Grandma's", there are only five people left under Gao Yigong, and one is counted as one. At this moment, a Japanese soldier approached the position with the help of the cover of the corpse, jumped up, jumped into the bunker where Gao Yigong was, and the 38 rifle stabbed straight over, Gao Yigong had no time to react, so he could only close his eyes in pain.

"It's over, it's a fold today."

There was no pain, no shouting, Gao Yigong opened his eyes, and a bayonet from a Mauser rifle pierced through the chest of such a devil soldier, and gurgling blood flowed down the bayonet to the hand of the knife bearer.

"Damn, the blood of the little devil is really buried", Zhang Wei scolded in disgust. "How are you, third squad leader, how many people are left in your class?

"Platoon commander, there are only five people left." He Kun also ran over, holding a handful of twenty rings in his hand. Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and gave an order to Gao Yigong: "Old Gao, you throw away the skirmish trenches outside, shrink up, the people are in the position!" ”

"Yes, platoon commander, Gao Yigong was about to turn around" There was a loud bang, and one after another shells exploded on the halfway up the hill and the attack line occupied by the Japanese army, and the sudden attack of shells made the Japanese unable to dodge, and fell in pieces,

"Brothers, it's our artillery, it's the mountain artillery battalion of Fugui Mountain." He Kun shouted excitedly, as if he had fired the cannon.

There was a cheer on the position, we have only been bombed since the start of the battle, I didn't expect to be able to blow him up today, the 75mm Bofors mountain artillery is much more energetic than the devil's Meiji 41 and 38 mountain artillery.

Zhang Wei is not confused, the opportunity is rare, and he must fight back when he takes advantage of this opportunity. "Everyone, fight back, consolidate your position, and push the little devil down!" After speaking, Zhang Wei picked up the 79 rifle and aimed at a devil who had not recovered from the bombing, less than 20 meters in a straight line, and there was no need to adjust the ruler, the gunshot rang out, and another unlucky ghost went to see Amaterasu.

The soldiers in a row also beat violently, He Kun held twenty sounds, and there was a burst of fire below, and the aiming step had been left behind him, and the heavy machine gun that had been replaced with cooling water also began to roar again, and there was a fierce beating, the Japanese army that originally attacked the upper half of the mountainside was almost pushed back to the foot of the mountain for a while, and the light and heavy machine guns and grenadiers that covered the shooting also lost their accuracy, thanks to the reinforcements of the artillery battalion, the offensive momentum of the devil was suppressed again, and the Japanese soldiers who retreated to the foot of the mountain and the soldiers in a platoon began to shoot at a distance, The platoon was given a brief respite, but only to the foot of the hill, and the Japanese would soon launch the next round of attacks.

The gunfire on the position gradually became sparse, and quite a few people chose to stop, some people sat paralyzed in the trenches, and some people with great strength were still wiping their guns, and the usual tactical rules and daily norms of the teaching corps were basically implemented intact at this time.

The fire between the foot of the mountain and the high ground is still ongoing, from time to time there are grenades and infantry artillery shells smashed on the position, and the 82 mortar commanded by Wu Zhong and the 75 infantry gun commanded by Sun Zhongxian are also trying to fire support, and the unlucky ones at the foot of the mountain continue to be hit, overall, the current battle has entered a garbage time, and the mutual attacks on both sides are still continuing, and the casualties caused are minimal. Zhang Wei let go of his sore arm and wiped the hot rifle, this kind of garbage time, he didn't want to play with the little devil.

At this time, the company commander Wu Zhong bent his waist and came to the position of a platoon along the traffic trench, followed by more than a dozen people, led by a squad leader of the third platoon, Liu Qiwei's third platoon was a reserve, and it has not moved until now, it seems that this Wu Zhong is sending reinforcements to himself. Zhang Wei gave Wu Zhong a military salute, "Lian Seat, this is sending reinforcements?"

"No, no, this attack is too fierce, the entire company almost suffered more than 20 casualties just now, Qiu Wei's second platoon almost reimbursed one and a half shifts, I left the third platoon commander and the first and second squads of the third platoon on the second platoon, and the remaining three squads are under your command, can you still afford the attack just now?" Wu Zhong glanced at the position and asked worriedly.

Zhang Wei replied with a sad face: "Company commander, this attack alone has killed and injured so many people, and now the devils are just at the foot of the mountain, which means that they will attack again soon, we are already very struggling, I feel that the next attack may be enough, and according to the density of the shelling, they did not use all their strength at all, and the 37 rapid-fire guns that hit heavy machine guns are almost useless, it is likely that the mountain artillery just now is more to fight other battalions, and when they attack again, we have no reserves for casualties, Such a long line of defense could not be prevented at all, and in the end they could only fight with bayonets and wait for death. ”

Wu Zhong was thoughtful, and his face became ugly: "Yes, I also thought of it, next time our position is probably enough, you guessed right, other battalions suffered greater shelling, and the casualties were only a lot more than ours, but even if it is lost, before the order comes down, we will die on the position, you kid understand." ”

"Don't worry, company commander, the people are in the position, and I will be nailed to this soil without an order"

Wu Zhong patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder: "I'll leave it to you, use it well, otherwise Liu Qiwei will have to complain when she turns around, and I brought you some canned food, and I also sent it up, send it down." ”

Zhang Wei sent Wu Zhong away, and when he thought of Wu Zhong's words just now, he also felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

Grumbling after a fight? Will we survive that time?

Rumble! A 75-hill shell from a Meiji 41-style mountain cannon smashed the hillside.