Sangou finally fell asleep when he got up, but he didn't sleep long before he was woken up by guns, Xiucai and their night attack began, Sangou got up, picked up the binoculars, and walked out to check.

This night raid show only allowed a platoon of Wu Dingli as a striker, after all, they were most familiar with the forward position, and they were familiar with the way, so they quickly touched it.

In fact, the Japanese army also attached great importance to guarding against the night attack of the Chinese army, but the effect this time was mediocre, mainly because Wu Dingli and they had a path similar to a dark road, which had been dug before, covered with wooden planks and covered with soil, which was almost invisible.

At the end of this dark passage, that is, at the exit dozens of meters away from the forward position, there were several ropes, and Wu Dingli and Wang Xinjia pulled up these ropes.

In less than a few seconds, there were several dull explosions, and then, the devils in the trench were in a mess.

Wu Dingli and the others came out of the dark passage one after another, brandishing broadswords and shell guns, and while throwing grenades, they silently rushed into the trenches.

It turned out that this was all a bureau laid out by Xiucai when they were repairing the fortifications a long time ago, and Xiucai considered the overall situation and knew that it was difficult to hold the forward position at the foot of this mountain.

This position is nothing more than a tactical buffer zone, and it is also to provide some open ground and front-line support for killing the enemy for the firepower points on the mountain.

Since you can't hold it, you can't let the enemy grab it easily, even if you let the enemy grab it, you have to think about how to take it back, or even if you can't take it back, you have to trap the devil.

So they designed this bureau, in each bunker hiding hole, a grenade was buried in the ground, the string of the grenade was tied with a rope, through the buried hollow long bamboo pole, until it was pulled to the exit of the secret passage just now.

This dark passage was also dug out with great effort, it was originally a traffic trench, but later Xiucai asked someone to find a lot of wooden planks, cover them, lay soil and plant vegetables, it looks like a vegetable field.

After deceiving the Japanese planes and artillery, they did not blow up the place, and in the gap of the defense, everyone rushed to repair it and restore it to its original appearance.

The key point of this dark passage is that the end is not connected with the trench of the forward position, but it ends at more than 20 meters, so that the devils in the trench do not go to more than 20 meters to check.

If you don't notice it, you naturally don't know, the devil thinks at most it's a vegetable field or a buffer zone between the two positions, and it's also a shooting boundary, and the devil doesn't dare to check it casually.

The devils occupied Xiucai's forward position, and it was just evening, the light was average, the sight was not good, and it was going to be dark, and the Japanese army feinted for a while and would be in the position, and never came out again.

There is no sign of any revelation in all of this, so Xiucai has the confidence to go to Sangou and ask for a night attack, with this dark passage, there is no need to crawl forward to touch the devil's bright and dark whistle, and directly arrive at one time.

Now, who is hiding in the bunker in the cave, suddenly blown to pieces by a grenade underground, in his sleep, he doesn't even know how he died.

Some of the devils who were not killed by the bombing, like the end of the world, crowded out of the entrance of the Tibetan soldier cave and fled, for fear that there would be several more explosions.

Just when the devil was like a fish after the sluice gate was suddenly opened, he was squeezed out by the water, and the piles of them happened to be hit by the grenades thrown by Wu Dingli and them.

Wu Dingli took Wang Xinjia and some people, while rushing to the Japanese trench, he threw a grenade, and the grenade exploded in the group of devils in the trench, like a meat grinder grinding a large number of flesh.

In the loud explosion, in the thick smell of gunsmoke, the devils were blown to pieces, and some corpses were blown into pieces, like dumpling filling, flying in the air.

When Wu Dingli and the others brandished their broadswords and threw themselves into the trenches, the ground was full of broken hands and feet, pieces of broken meat, broken bones, and a large amount of blood, making the ground mud slippery.

The air was filled with a strong mixture of gunsmoke and blood, which was disgusting, but for Wu Dingli and them, it seemed that they liked to smell this smell very much, just like a shark smelling blood in the water, which would make them extremely excited.

The rest of the devils either fell to the ground and were injured and howling, or they were crawling and rolling everywhere to find land to flee for their lives, and in the face of such an enemy, it was like a big fat pig running around with a machete.

Wu Dingli rushed to the front, with a shell gun in one hand and a big knife in the other, and the shell gun in his left hand fired a few shots from time to time, knocking down those devils who ran fast first.

The devils in the vicinity slashed with their right hands, whether they were cut to death or not, they went all the way forward, anyway, these devils who didn't die, there were a lot of brothers behind them to mend the knife.

The most crucial thing now is to strive to expand the results of the battle as soon as possible in this precious and short period of time when the devils are out of control and organize resistance, and try their best to storm the enemy and crush the enemy's forces that are about to resist in one fell swoop.

Wang Xinjia now finally experienced the super pleasure of killing the enemy in blood, these beast soldiers deserve to die like this, from thousands of miles away, invading other people's land, and they are innocent of death.

Wang Xinjia waved the big blade excitedly, and the blood of the devil kept splashing, splashing on his face and body, the smell of blood choking his nose, and the salty, salty, sweet and salty taste of blood dripping into his mouth from the corner of his mouth, which was very exciting.

Xiao Wang couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth with his tongue, tasting the blood of the devil, just like those evil beasts that tasted the blood of their prey, even more crazy and more violent.

The forward position is not large, and the number of devils is not large, that is, about a small team of people, and now the men and horses of this team were killed and injured a lot in the first time, and now the rest are being slashed and killed, and there are only a dozen people who escaped from the trenches.

Looking at the back of the devil frantically fleeing in the direction of his base camp, a platoon of squad gunners Silly Tiger and Tie Shu set up a Czech machine gun with a cruel smile.

The blood-red-eyed Silly Tiger and Tie Shu locked the back of the frantically fleeing devil into the crosshair of the machine gun, and fired a few long shots.

The machine-gun bullets in the night emitted brilliant tracer lights, with a shining heat, and quickly spun and shot into the devil's back.

These dozen devils, like moving targets on the training ground, were instantly knocked to the ground by the powerful force of machine gun bullets.

Some devils were also pushed forward and flew up, and then smashed to the ground irregularly in the air like a piece of paper that was out of control.

This is a very perfect night attack counterattack, Xiucai's mood at the moment is more enjoyable than killing a few devils with his own hands, after all, all of this is designed by himself, and the sense of pleasure and accomplishment is unmatched.

And the Japanese army didn't understand what was going on, how it broke out so quickly with a continuous explosion of grenades, and then their own people were mercilessly slaughtered in the position.

Even a dozen people who escaped were quickly hunted, and they really couldn't figure it out, and they didn't even have time to react, so they lost the positions they had worked so hard to grab during the day. Take a look at the latest chapter of "Iron and Blood Road of the Anti-Japanese War: Eight Thousand Miles of Iron and Blood Claw Book House" to read it for free for the first time.