The two light machine guns had to constantly shift their positions under the suppression of Japanese machine guns and grenadiers, and they could no longer form sustained firepower. The firepower of 30 rifles alone was simply not enough to completely suppress the Japanese assault infantry, which still had more than 150 men.

The Japanese army had already rushed to a position just over forty meters away from the position.

The distance was so close that both the Chinese soldiers on the position and the Japanese soldiers in front of the position could see the angry eyes of the opponent behind the gas masks.

The Japanese army finally understood why the Chinese could be so tenacious, it turned out that they also had gas masks.

However, at this time, it doesn't matter whether there is a gas mask or not, the important thing is that they both want to kill each other. Rushing to this distance, both armies could not retreat.

The Japanese soldier Shaozo under the position was holding a telescope and watching the battle on the position, his face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that his soldiers would still fight so hard with poison gas. The bodies of nearly thirty Imperial soldiers looming in the thin smoke in front of the position stimulated his nerves every moment.

A thousand meters away, Zhang Shijun, the commander of the 102nd Regiment, also held a telescope and stared at the No. 1 position of his regiment shrouded in poisonous gas on the No. 3 position, his face was solemn and sad. The Japanese army really used poison gas bombs, and the counterattack of the fifth company was still so tenacious. However, will they be able to fulfill the death order given by the division and hold out until tomorrow morning? Even if he held out until tomorrow, how many of his most elite infantry companies would be left?

Or perhaps, there is not one left。。。。。。

The military commanders of the Chinese and Japanese armies were silently watching this small battlefield where the battle had entered a white-hot spot, and they didn't even have time to pay attention to the casualties of the soldiers under their command, what they were most concerned about was the position.

One must hold on, while the other must be captured.

Hold on, then the entire line of defense can continue to hold. Capture means breaking through one of the most important lines of defense of the defenders.

Then, their field of vision was occupied by the figures of a group of Chinese soldiers without gas masks, dressed in dark blue military uniforms, who suddenly jumped out of the trenches.

It only takes forty meters to rush into the Chinese trenches, and the Japanese are launching the final decisive charge.

However, they are not really decisive after all, they just want to rush into the position, kill all the defenders to complete the tactical goal, they still want to win or live after all.

However, the thirteen people who jumped out of the trench really wanted to die, did not want to be killed by poison gas, wanted to die on the way to the charge, and really decided to die.

Except for the sergeant squad leader, who had lost his mind after inhaling a large amount of poisonous gas, the remaining 12 people, under the leadership of their lieutenant company commander, carried the 15 submachine guns that had been taken down by the division before the war, tore off the towel that was almost useless, and launched a more resolute decisive counter-charge towards the more than 100 Japanese soldiers who launched a decisive charge towards them.

As soldiers, they don't want to die in the poison gas of the trenches, they just want to die on the bullets of the soldier's final destination---.

Of course, more importantly, they want to die more worthwhile. Killing one is enough, killing two and earning one is definitely the main theme of all the Chinese troops in that era who were forced to let out their last roar.

Even if he can't kill you, Lao Tzu will rush up and bite you. From the moment the thirteen officers and soldiers of the Fifth Company jumped out of the trench, they showed the bravery of the three Qin men.

"Kill~~~~" With a condescending advantage, the thirteen people who jumped out of the trench shouted loudly, pulling the trigger of the submachine gun towards the Japanese soldiers who rushed over.

At that moment, they didn't care if what they breathed was poisonous gas, even if it was poisonous gas, the special mother's would be smoked.

Anyway, it's the last puff of smoke, although it's really a little choking, and it's a special irritation to the throat.

They just ran down at high speed and shouted "kill" and shot at everything they could see.

Thirteen high-velocity submachine guns spewed terrifying tongues of fire, and the twenty-round magazine was almost empty in five seconds.

The Japanese were almost blindfolded, and in five seconds, they fired two shots from the sky. A dozen or so Chinese rushed out of the position like crazy, but almost swept out all the firepower of their entire squadron.

In the 40-meter round-up of each other, the Chinese fell four people, but the Japanese fell more than 20 people, and it was clear that both courage and the rate of fire of the weapons were Chinese superior.

Known as the strongest rifle in Asia, the 38 Dagai, which has an effective firing range of up to 400 meters, and the Hua machine machine gun, which has a theoretical rate of fire of up to 450 rounds per minute, and an effective firing range of only 100 meters per minute, were directly beaten into Xiang on this battlefield where the two sides were only more than 30 meters apart.

The eyes of the chief officials of the Chinese and Japanese sides suddenly widened.

Because, even they never thought that under such a ferocious offensive, the defenders, instead of relying on the benefits of the trenches, launched a counter-charge that was not too wise.

In particular, the Japanese army did not understand how the Chinese could have such courage to launch a counter-charge like moths to the fire with only a dozen people.

The Japanese front commander Akira Nishikawa also did not understand that he was about to set foot on the Chinese positions and then kill the recalcitrant Chinese one by one in the trenches where they were hiding. But the Chinese jumped out of the trenches.

Yes, not just a dozen Chinese jumped out of the trenches, but, dozens.

Although the battlefield filled with poisonous smoke was not particularly clear, two seconds after more than a dozen Chinese jumped out of the trench and frantically charged downward while strafing, the trench rushed out of the trench with an unknown number of Chinese who would definitely not exceed a platoon of troops.

They roared, rifles with shiny bayonets in their hands, and fired as hard as they could. Dozens

The Chinese, however, are like thousands of troops.

On their own side, not only did the people turn their backs, but they were also a little confused by the rain of bullets swept over from the front and the madness of the Chinese.

Yes, none of them understand.

But Watermelon and the last twenty people who remained on the position understood that the company commanders, platoon commanders, and squad leaders did not want to die either, but they had to die. For they want their brethren to live.

There were only twenty-eight gas masks in total, and those who did not wear them were only dead. Therefore, when they died, they rushed to the enemy without hesitation, and before they died, they had to kill more devils for them, so that they could continue to live and hold their positions.

"Brothers, company commanders, platoon commanders, and squad leaders are all dead, and Lao Tzu has no face to live. Fight with the little devils, and the brothers of the fifth company will die together today. After the lieutenant led a dozen people to rush out of the position, the watermelon was stunned for two seconds, and large tears rolled down from his dry eye sockets, and he ripped off his gas mask and roared angrily.

"Kill~~~" The soldiers did not hesitate.

At this time, the soldiers, who had been stimulated by anger and sorrow, had their adrenaline elevated fear of death to a minimum, and the soldiers whose eyes were red with excitement could only think of one thing now.

That is, kill the little devils.

As the saying goes, the times make heroes. Not everyone is born a hero, maybe he was once cowardly, maybe he would be cowardly to survive, but, at this moment, they are all warriors, doing all their best to kill the enemy, and whether they can live or not is not so important.

Afraid of death or not afraid of death, really, it's too late to think.

Perhaps, only after experiencing the battlefield can you understand this feeling.

As long as they could move, all the soldiers, along with their commanders, charged at full speed towards the Japanese army.

A real desperate charge.

The two magazines of the submachine gun had run out of bullets, and the lieutenant company commander directly wiped himself an unknown number of times and threw out the Third Reich-made submachine gun that loved the treasure of the treasure fiercely, smashed it into the face of a Japanese soldier who was screaming and rushing over with a gun, reached out and picked up a Japanese soldier who had been killed from the ground, and stabbed it into the chest of the Japanese soldier who had just covered his face and screamed bitterly.

The sound of a "poof" and a tooth-aching crunch of "click" let the lieutenant know that the bayonet was jammed by the little devil's sternum.

In the afterglow, with a roar of "Ya~~~", a Japanese soldier wearing a gas mask pounced towards the lieutenant from five meters from the side. The lieutenant kicked hard, pulled the bayonet out of the chest of the Japanese soldier with the help of the reaction force, and then swung his rifle to block sharply, swinging away the bayonet that the Japanese had stabbed at him.

But the lieutenant did not attack rashly, but held the gun firmly with both hands, and stared at the Japanese soldier Cao who was staggering back a little. He had the experience of fighting with the Japanese army, and knew that the Japanese army was very powerful, and Jun Cao was the best in the stabbing technique.

Sure enough, the stout Japanese soldier Cao only took two steps back to stabilize his figure, and a pair of eyes behind the gas mask stared at the lieutenant fiercely, and he moved his steps in a circle around the lieutenant, like a wild wolf looking for a flaw in his opponent.

Although the poisonous smoke under the position was a little less, it was also a lot, and the lieutenant, who had completely lost his towel, was stimulated by the poisonous gas and coughed violently.

The Japanese soldier Cao brazenly stepped forward and stabbed with a shot.

A "bang" of gunfire rang out, and the Japanese soldier Cao stumbled and looked at the green smoke coming out of the muzzle of the opponent's gun in disbelief.

The lieutenant slowed his rapid breathing, reached out and pulled off the gas mask covering the Japanese soldier's face and put it on his face, showing a trace of disdain on his face, which was finally able to breathe normally.

Who says you can't shoot when you're stabbing? Didn't the stupid devil pull the bolt of the gun with force when he drew his bayonet?

On the battlefield filled with poisonous smoke, there were gunshots, the sound of teeth scraping against bayonets, the muffled sound of bayonets entering flesh, and the last wails of being stabbed by bayonets, both Japanese and Chinese.

Then, everything slowly calmed down.

Eerie calm.