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Chapter 1522 Battle Xinkou (6)

When the blocking position of the 1st Regiment of the Yuanping Village South Teaching Brigade was attacked by the Japanese army, the front line of Xiaogang Village was also crumbling under the fierce offensive of the Japanese army. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Japanese army lost all its artillery, and on the entire plain north of Xinkou, the commanding heights of the Japanese army used to control the battle situation, Pingdiquan and Tanglingang, were still burning with fire, and the Japanese commander in the encirclement was worried that the squadron would send artillery to Xiaogang Village to suppress the Japanese army on the plain, so he made a desperate bet and transferred a brigade from each front to storm Xiaogang Village and strive to make a gap.

The Japanese generals were like frightened birds, and they no longer planned to follow Tojo Hideki's orders to "hold on and wait for reinforcements", and they urgently needed to be killed, retreat to the area north of the former Taira County, and regroup. Now the battle is being waged in all directions at the same time, and there is no rear to rely on, which makes them feel weak for the first time. Therefore, Xiaogang Village, which occupies an advantageous terrain, has become the object of the Japanese army's key care.

Fortunately, after continuous battle baptism, now the recruits of the 3rd Regiment and 7th Battalion have grown rapidly, and under the leadership of the battalion commander Tang Wen, they bravely resisted the Japanese attack.

"Smack-"

A devil's head bloomed and cracked, his eyeballs burst out of his sockets, and the expression on his face seemed to be angry, but more like relief.

"Kill another one!"

Zou Jie silently calculated in his heart, this was already the ninth devil soldier he had killed, and an indescribable satisfaction rose in his heart, and then continued to use the scope to find the next target.

Zou Jie is a sniper in their squad. Each squad of the Anjia Army will be accompanied by a soldier with good marksmanship, who not only needs to take out the enemy's snipers, but also needs to find out the enemy's possible ambush locations and determine where the enemy's snipers may be hiding to ensure the safety of the troops.

No matter how a squad of new veterans is matched, there is one position that will not move, and that is a sniper with rich combat experience.

Under the sharp defense of the Seventh Battalion, another wave of attacks by the devils was repulsed.

Just when Zou Jie was secretly glad that he had once again become a successful and alive person, the captain of the 216th Wing of the 34th Division of the Japanese Army, who was responsible for opening up the retreat, went crazy.

Although he lost all the light and heavy artillery, the devil still had mobile mortars and grenadiers to use, coupled with the morale that seemed to never fade, Junji Kogawa couldn't believe that the troops under his command couldn't break through the defense of the squadron that was significantly less in number than his own squadron, so he gave the order for a full-scale assault.

The devils of this era, who have been poisoned by the spirit of bushido, do not seem to know that life is only once for themselves, and they despise their own lives as well as the lives of their enemies. In their eyes, death is not terrible, the honor of the empire, the emperor, and the army is the most important thing. After his death, he can enter ***, be worshiped by people, be honored by people, and win glory for the family. Even if they die in a foreign land, as long as they are not unlucky enough to lose their heads, the almighty and merciful Amaterasu will bring their souls back to their hometown and send them to heaven. As a result, little Japan is stimulated by such thinking, and extravagantly squandered its own life and the lives of others.

Junji Kogawa commanded his own soldiers, and again and again attacked the positions of the seventh battalion of the third regiment.

There are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around Zou Jie, and there are more and more devils who are trying to kill him. Seeing that he couldn't solve all the enemies with a rifle, Zou Jie simply threw away the sniper rifle he loved in his hand, and picked up the Makqin heavy machine gun next to him, which had lost its owner, and a soldier took the initiative to lean over and act as a secondary shooter, and the Makqin heavy machine gun poured angry bullets on the devils.

A melon grenade fired from the grenadier exploded around Zou Jie, and most of the head of the unnamed deputy shooter was cut off.

"Someone! I need a sub-shooter! ”

Zou Jie roared loudly, at this time, he didn't have extra time to think about the dead man, he just wanted to kill the enemy and reduce the pressure on the entire front.

The heavy machine gun rang out again, and in less than ten minutes, Zou Jie's secondary shooter was replaced by three, but he, the pseudo-machine gunner, was magically alive.

Zou Jie kept moving around the position, but as soon as his machine gun went off, the melon grenade fired from the grenadier would explode next to him, and he didn't know how long he would live.

Zou Jie changed the machine-gun position more often, so his secondary shooter did not die again, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. Zou Jie didn't get excited, didn't say anything, just threw himself into the arms of his unknown comrades-in-arms and fell into a deep sleep - he was so tired, and his spirit and ** were seriously overdrawn!

Lieutenant Colonel Pan Huaan, commander of the 2nd Teaching Brigade, finally arrived at the most critical moment of the position! More than 50 officers who rushed to the forefront lined up in a line, the general-purpose machine guns in their hands were firing wildly, and more than 50 tongues of fire formed a dense barrage, like a wave of yellow people, being forced back alive.

The sudden fierce firepower did not make the Japanese retreat much, and the follow-up devil soldiers lay down on the spot and fiercely fought back!

The soldiers on both sides were firing frantically at each other more than fifty meters apart, countless dark red bullet marks pierced the night, and thousands of corpses gushing blood fell horizontally on the forward position of the trench.

Several wounded Japanese soldiers clutched their intestines that flowed out of their shrapnel bellies, wailing in pain, no one could help them in this bullet-ridden line of battle, and there was only one tragic ending waiting for them, that is, death!

Seeing that the soldiers were about to break through to the trenches, Junji Osa, who had already been on the side, angrily commanded the machine gun brigade to block and shoot at the newly rushed Chinese reinforcements.

Twenty-four Type 92 heavy machine guns, spitting flames like twenty-four efficient combine harvesters, frantically harvesting blood and lives.

"Brothers, rush!"

More than 1,000 officers and men, in the midst of Pan Huaan's angry roar, braved the rain of bullets and rushed to the trenches, and in a series of screams, one after another fell on the charging route.

A veteran who had participated in the battle in eastern Jidong trembled suddenly, and his bloody body fell down with a roar, struggling to turn over his body, struggling to crawl towards the trench that was close at hand, leaving a blood belt five or six meters long behind him.

No one noticed that this fragile creature was fighting against death! Gradually, the bloody fingers of the sand and stone hung down weakly, and the helpless eyes of the old soldier stared at his companions rushing past him one by one, and one by one into the trench that represented life.

In a violent cough, gulps of blood clots gushed out, and with a desire for life, the veteran's eyes slowly closed, and two lines of blood and tears quietly fell.

Unscathed, Mr. Pan rushed into a trench filled with corpses and human fragments, unscathed. On the short 100-meter charging route behind, the bodies of nearly 100 officers and soldiers were scattered!

Carefully avoiding a head, Pan Huaan bent his waist, lowered his head and stepped on the blood cement slurry, and walked behind a non-commissioned officer who was scolding and checking the general-purpose machine gun: "What about your battalion commander?" ”

Without raising his head, the non-commissioned officer pointed to the place where the corpses were piled up and spitting out the tongue of machine-gun fire: "Oh, isn't that?" ”

Glancing sadly at the stacks of corpses, Pan Huaan turned his head and asked, "How many people are left in your battalion?" ”

The non-commissioned officer, who was annoyed with the general-purpose machine gun in his hand, burst out: "Who are you?" Don't you see me fixing a gun? ”

The non-commissioned officer's impatient tone angered the guards on the side, and his eyes were about to get angry, but he was stopped by Pan Huaan with a wave of his hand.

The soldier who didn't hear the answer looked up and glared, and as soon as he lowered his head, he raised it again, "Ah! You are...... Commander Pan of the 2nd Regiment of the Teaching Brigade? I've heard you lecture! The soldier panicked and was about to stand up.

Holding down the shoulder of the non-commissioned officer, Pan Huaan was about to ask again, but the non-commissioned officer immediately said: "Commander Pan, I don't know how many people we have left, and we are fighting with the devil now, and we will have to wait for the battle to stop to have an accurate number!" ”

Pan Huaan called a soldier who specializes in repairing firearms to help repair it, and then wanted to climb out of the trench to see the situation on both sides, but the guard, whose face changed greatly, grabbed him and said anxiously: "Regiment commander, you can't go up, it's dangerous!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a melon grenade roared through the trenches, and there was a "boom" on the rear position, and shrapnel swirled and flew in the mud and dust.

At this time, bullets of various calibers were flying in the air at high speed on the entire front, and melon grenades thrown from the projectile canisters smashed like hail on both sides or inside the trenches.

"It's fixed!"

Amid the cheers of the soldier, the general-purpose machine gun shouted happily again, and a string of bullets formed dark red bullet marks in the night, and pounced on the Japanese soldiers who were lying dead in front of the position to counterattack.

After glancing at the guards, Pan Huaan took the initiative to open the ammunition box stained with black blood and white brains, and desperately pressed the bullets into the empty magazine with the guards.

The depressed Kogawa Junji Daisa found that the firepower in the trenches on the opposite hill had been significantly strengthened, and although the light and heavy machine guns on the other side were supported by grenadiers, they were only a draw with the other side.

The tide of battle returned to the state of exchanging lives for lives, and the light and heavy machine gunners on both sides quickly exchanged lives, and between each breath, there were always several tongues of fire that disappeared, and after a breath, as the secondary shooter made up, the tongues of fire spat out again.

The officers and soldiers of the teaching regiment brought by Pan Huaan were all veterans of the Anjia Army, and their marksmanship was amazing, and they were not inferior to the Japanese army.

A devil bomber was about to load a grenade with a melon grenade, when a gunshot rang out, and the bombardier shot in the center of his eyebrows, blood suddenly spurted out, and with a strange smile on his face, he fell to the side, and the melon grenade that had been struck hard fell from his hand.

"No!"

In the frightened cries of the grenadiers, the melon grenade exploded, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the grenadier flew into the air, and the grenadier at the center of the explosion had bloody eyeballs in the corners of his eyes, half of his face had been cut into a bloody blur by sharp shrapnel, and bloody arrows erupted from dozens of blood holes.

Three other groups of grenadiers within a ten-meter radius were also affected, and four grenadiers fell in pools of blood, howling desperately.

At this time, the sky in the east has turned white, and the battle situation has changed dramatically throughout Xinkou:

On the Western Front, the 17th Division of the Anjia Army had broken through the Japanese defense line in Yongxing Village and advanced to Huaihua Village, the heart of the Japanese army; On the southern front, the Left Wing Army and the Central Army Corps, step by step, crossed the Yunzhong River, squeezing the living space of the Japanese army; On the eastern front, Liu Maoen's group held the battle line, and the Japanese army located on the right bank of the Hutuo River could not attack, and some of the generals had the intention of retreating, and quickly retreated while the right bank of the Hutuo River was still under control.

On the northern front, after solving the enemy in Yuanping, the New Fifth Division built fortifications along the railway line overnight to resist the Japanese army advancing from the north to the south.