Zhang Changde couldn't wait to slap himself, how could he, who was cautious, make such a low-level mistake, now it is difficult to ride a tiger, it is not an attack, and it is not an attack.

After marching and fighting for many years, he knew that if he attacked the blocking positions that others had prepared for a long time, the casualties would not be small, and a wave of attacks would definitely not work, which meant that there would be a second and third wave of attacks, and he would have to use his own troops to fill this hole and be the cannon fodder of Junichi Miyamoto. Don't look at the devil suffered a sneak attack and lost a lot of cars and soldiers, but compared to the night attack, these losses are basically negligible.

But if you don't attack, will Junichi Miyamoto agree? With a try-out attitude, he spoke: "Miyamoto-kun, the enemy is obviously prepared, if we force an attack, the losses will definitely be great, why don't we wait until dawn?" ”

Zhang Changde also had his considerations when he said this, the Japanese army was not good at night fighting, this is an open secret, if he can dissuade Junichi Miyamoto from waiting until dawn to launch an attack, it will definitely be of great help to reduce the casualties of his own troops.

"Brigade Commander Zhang, the purpose of the Chinese army here is to delay our attack, if you wait until dawn, I bet you will only see a position abandoned by them." Junichi Miyamoto directly rejected this proposal, and said to Zhang Changde: "You go and organize the attacking troops first, and I will let the mortars and grenadiers bombard for a while, but I want to see if these troops have eaten the gall of leopards and dare to use their arms as cars." ”

Dai Cunxiang and Dong Wenbin led a company of three companies, as well as hundreds of soldiers of the Imperial Association Army who came from Chengcheng, regardless of the mud, and advanced quickly in the mountains, forests and fields.

Sun Yumin also followed the troops, and went around the enemy with the troops. The battle had already started on the side of the Seventh Regiment, and the fierce sound of gunfire was like a horn of urging, which kept him in a high state of tension and excitement.

It's been a long time since I've marched in the dark of night, and it's been a long time since I've fought in this harsh environment, Sun Yumin had hard training some time ago, and he marched more than enough, and Liu Wenzhi was busy with the mess during this time, and his physical strength couldn't keep up at all, if it wasn't for Sun Yumin and Deng Dongping's support, he would have fallen behind.

"Boss, some of the people of the company have already gone around behind the enemy's buttocks, as long as the front can withstand it, we can sing a good show."

Zhou Shanjun is worthy of practicing martial arts since he was a child, the sky is so dark, the ground is so slippery, others have a hard time walking, he is good, first with a company of those who ran fast to the back of the road, and then ran back again to report these things.

Liu Wenzhi gasped, looked at Zhou Shanjun with envious eyes, and said, "At the end, he is a young descendant." ”

"It's like you're talking about how old you are, but you haven't run for three yet." Sun Yumin glanced at him, and then asked Zhou Shanjun: "Did the heavy weapons of the first and third companies keep up?" ”

"Not yet, there are not many people who have arrived, and I found that there are a few good seedlings in the second dog of this batch of Toucheng, who can be pulled into our team to exercise."

"Two dogs? I see that you have come to us as our brother. ”

Sun Yumin was very dissatisfied with Zhou Shanjun's words, although these people had not yet been officially incorporated into the Yangshupu Volunteer Regiment, but in his heart, he had already regarded them as his own.

"What about the iron gall? Did he run to the front on his own? Sun Yumin was a little surprised when he saw that Zhou Shanjun didn't see the stupid bear, and after a few words of blame, he asked him where the stupid bear was.

"He thought it was too inconvenient for four people to have heavy machine guns, so one person carried a pheasant neck and went to the front first."

Zhou Shanjun's words made Liu Wenzhi a little embarrassed, he could no longer accept the support of Deng Dongping and the boss from the bottom of his heart, and it was difficult to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In the night, the silent Dabie Mountain remnant Xiaohong Mountain, like a sleeping behemoth, lies motionless on the earth.

On the surface, it is as calm as the surface of the water, but in fact there is a fierce undercurrent, and perhaps only a few burning trucks can make people feel the restlessness that is about to be vented here.

Throw, lose, lose!

Three voices dragging the long tail sound of breaking the air, breaking this peculiar quiet, the three points of light soared to the sky in the left, middle and right directions, and after reaching the highest point, it instantly emitted a dazzling incandescent light, illuminating the entire Xiaohongshan as bright as the day.

Flares!

Yang Kezhi, the commander of the Seventh Regiment, had already shouted the order to defend the artillery when the three flares were shot into the sky.

The blocking positions were very well prepared, and the effect of these small-caliber mortars and grenadiers was really limited, but for the Seventh Regiment of the New Fourth Army, which had barely engaged the enemy on the frontal battlefield, such an artillery bombardment had already exceeded their expectations, and even if they were fully prepared, the bombardment of the devils did not hesitate to bombard with ammunition, and still caused a lot of casualties in the Seventh Regiment.

The three flares finally burned out their light, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, but after the shelling of these few minutes, there were already casualties on the positions of the Seventh Regiment, and some wounded soldiers who could not bear the pain were screaming and screaming.

"Brigade Commander Zhang, listen, these pathetic soldiers are filling the trenches with their bodies, but how many of them can fill in them?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Junichi Miyamoto's mouth, and he continued: "The artillery of the Imperial Army has shown their might, and now it is your turn to attack, hoping to defeat the Shina forces that are stopping us in one wave." ”

Zhang Changde was very disgusted by these nonsense of Junichi Miyamoto, and he knew the resilience of the national army at all, and he had no hope of winning the blocking position in a wave, but he was ready to shoot the bow, so he could only say to the chief of staff beside him: "Let's start!" ”

Three more flares hit the sky from the left, right, and middle directions, and under this light like daylight, at least half of the puppet army of the squadron touched the blocking position of Xiaohongshan, and suddenly stopped less than 100 meters away from the position, and all of them fell to the ground.

If Sun Yumin's troops were on the blocking position, then there was no need to wait for the puppet soldiers to reach such a close distance, and they still did not fire a single shot, and they had already opened heavy fire when they entered the firing range.

However, now it is the Seventh Regiment that is defending the position, and it is the troops of the four detachments adapted from the Red 28th Army, which is accustomed to living a poor life, how can they be willing to dump bullets and waste them on long distances, and destroying an enemy with one bullet is the ultimate goal of these lovely, lamentable, and respectable soldiers.

"Why didn't the enemy rush forward?" Cao Yufu muttered softly.

This question is what many fighters want to ask, and many people set their eyes on Yang Kezhi, whose eyebrows are tightly locked.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the enemy's gourd, he was right.

When the grenade thrown out of the grenadier sounded in the sky again, Yang Kezhi and the soldiers of the 7th Regiment understood that this was to carry out another artillery bombardment to cover the enemy who was already close at hand.

What to do? The problem was immediately placed in front of Yang Kezhi, and he had to make a judgment in the lightning, whether to defend against artillery or to resist artillery fire to prevent the enemy from attacking less than 100 meters?

A lot of things on the battlefield are a thought, and the result of that thought is either heaven or hell. Just like Yang Kezhi chose the latter, he decided to carry this wave of artillery fire alive, even if he used the lives of the Seventh Regiment to fill it, he couldn't let the enemy go any further. Now he was a little annoyed and regretful that he didn't let the soldiers shoot this wave of enemies when they came into range, so that he would be in a dilemma.

Clusters of firelight rose on the position of the Seventh Regiment, and a miserable cry came from the position of the Seventh Regiment, which made Gao Jingting's face, which was still a little smiling, darken in an instant, standing in front of several small cannons that he regarded as treasures, watching the intensive bombardment of several times more artillery fire, he was not only heartbroken for the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment, but also envious of the enemy's powerful artillery fire.

This is the first wave of attack, with such a strong firepower cover, can the Seventh Regiment withstand it?

If Sun Yumin knew about this thought, he would definitely make fun of him, the damage that this small-caliber cannon could cause was far less than a shell from the devil's large-caliber naval gun in Shanghai, and far less than when he was defending Nanjing; Cluster shelling of 150-caliber howitzers of the Devil Heavy Artillery Brigade.

But it was these small-caliber guns that caused a lot of casualties to the Seventh Regiment, which had hardly had a large-scale confrontation with the devils.

I don't know which grenade or mortar shell it was, but a small piece of shrapnel split from the explosion flew into Yang Kezhi's left arm. Maybe it was the thick winter clothes that blocked part of the penetration, or maybe the shrapnel had exceeded the killing radius of the shell, in short, the shrapnel inserted into Yang Kezhi's left arm was not deep, but even so, the red blood gushed out. If it weren't for Cao Yufu's reminder by his side, he wouldn't have found out that he had already hung the lottery.

"Commander Yang, Commander Gao told you not to be stingy with bullets, rest assured and fight boldly, someone will help you pay the bill."

Xiao Wan didn't know when he ran to Yang Kezhi's side and conveyed Gao Jingting's order.

Yang Kezhi was already annoyed, his own pain did not make him feel anything, but he looked at his soldiers, who were bombarded by these two rounds of artillery and suffered heavy casualties, his eyes were red, as if he was about to breathe fire, after hearing Xiao Wan's words, he only nodded his head twice, and did not reply.

The second flare burned out of its light, and the small cannons of the devils and puppet soldiers finally stopped the rhythm of rapid fire, and after the symbolic extension of the artillery fire, it fell silent.

The offensive was about to begin, and Yang Kezhi's anger was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he inserted his shell gun back into his waist, snatched the crooked handle of the machine gunner, and shouted: "The third company sends the wounded up the mountain, and the other brothers are ready to fight." ”

Without the light of the flares, relying on the few trucks on the road that burned to the ground with only the frames left, the light was not enough for the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment to see clearly the movement and distance of the enemy. But who would not know that the enemy who was lying less than 100 meters below the mountain had already touched it at this moment.

No one will wait for Yang Kezhi's order anymore, because the sound of gunfire is an order, when the crooked machine gun in his hand shoots the first bullet and spits out the first tongue of fire, all kinds of guns on the blocking position of the Seventh Regiment roar at the same time, and the dense tracer ballistics are intertwined into a bullet net, which tore the half of the squadron puppet army as a test of firepower, and no more than 20 people returned from the people who touched it on the 100th, which finally made the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment let Yang Kezhi and them out of a vicious breath.

Junichi Miyamoto and Zhang Changde were puzzled when they saw that they had not been attacked at the foot of the mountain as half of the squadron that had been tentatively attacked. If it weren't for the fact that the blocking positions could be clearly seen through the binoculars under the illumination of the flares, and the soldiers of the "national army" wearing blue sky and white hats, they would even suspect that the troops blocking them had withdrawn. The second round of shelling caused much greater casualties to the "nationalist" troops on the blocking position than the first, and soldiers could be seen flying by the shock wave of the shell explosion without binoculars.

"Miyamoto-kun, why do I think that the troops blocking us are not like the troops of the national army, but like the troops of the GCD."

Zhang Changde had participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Red Army before, and knew that in order to save ammunition, they would often put their opponents very close before launching a fatal blow, although this was very risky, but the effect was very good, and he suffered such a loss when he was still a small platoon commander of the Sichuan Army.

Junichi Miyamoto didn't respond to him, just stared coldly at the feint troops who had already gotten up and touched the mountain.

The sudden outbreak of fire on the mountain made Zhang Changde immediately overturn his previous statement, and he said: "It's not like the GCD troops, they don't have such powerful firepower. ”

Junichi Miyamoto still didn't respond to him, but said to the staff officers beside him: "The observers should remember the position of the heavy fire, immediately calculate the coordinates, and hand them over to the artillerymen, I hope this is the last round of shelling here, and within thirty minutes, the troops will leave this damn place." ”

Although Zhang Changde and Junichi Miyamoto are very familiar, it is the first time they have cooperated with him to fight, and they did not expect that the purpose of this big devil to let his troops be cannon fodder is to draw out the heavy firepower position of the defenders, and then destroy it in one fell swoop with superior artillery fire.

Zhang Changde was a little embarrassed, he didn't have any military talent at all, with the excellent relationship behind him, he climbed from the Sichuan army step by step, and later the backer fell, he defected from the Sichuan army, and became a major general of the imperial army, during which he didn't really command a few battles, like this kind of most common tactics on the battlefield, he felt incredible.

Junichi Miyamoto's wishful thinking played very well, as long as the heavy firepower on the blocking position was solved, and the Imperial Allied Army of two squadrons was used to charge at the head, and he sent another squadron of troops to follow, it would not be long before this seemingly easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack position would fall, and these Chinese soldiers who blew up their military vehicles and killed and wounded their own soldiers would become the souls of his guns.

However, he did not wait for his artillery to come into full swing again.

Behind him, he suddenly remembered the sound of fierce gunfire and explosions, and the Imperial Allied army at the end was like a frightened flock of sheep, desperately retreating to this side, like dominoes that had been overturned, causing a bad chain reaction.

One or two thousand people rushed forward like a flood, squeezing the originally very spacious space very narrow at once, and if it weren't for Junichi Miyamoto and Zhang Changde killing several soldiers in a row, I am afraid they would not be able to stop the troops who had become a mess.

Zhang Changde didn't understand what was going on behind, but Junichi Miyamoto knew very well that there were troops attacking him from behind.