Soon, the warriors climbed to the top of the mountain, held the pass, and lowered the rope so that the people behind them could continue to climb up.

When they looked up, the fire was raging on the top of the mountain, and it was really a hell on earth. The devils burned to death, burned to death, and they didn't know where to hide, and no one would have thought that there would be people climbing up this cliff.

The people behind struggled to climb up the rope that had been thrown down. Of course, there are also a few people with poor skills who did not grasp the rope and fell down halfway to their deaths. But this did not affect the large forces that flocked to the top.

Zhang Lingfu came up, Han Xing also came up, and Han Xing's guard company also came up.

At this time, the troops in front were already searching for the devils who were still alive, and there were sporadic gunshots, the sound of bayonets, and the wheezing sound of the fight.

Zhang Gushan's position was black everywhere, which was a sign of being burned by the high temperature of several thousand degrees. The living Japanese soldiers are also quite strange, they are in rags, their uniforms are one by one, some of them are still covered with red, and their bodies smell of burnt pieces by piece, but they still hold bayonets and pounce on them desperately......

After a while, the battle was nearing the end, and the staff officer who cleaned up the battlefield came to report that in this battle, there were about 600 Japanese corpses burned to death on the position alone, and there were still about 200 people, who were also burned half to death and annihilated by the commandos who rushed up.

Zhang Lingfu frowned, thinking about the success or failure of this battle. He said to Han Xing with a gloomy face: "This battle is the light of your advanced weapons, 500 against 200, and it is a new force, and the Japanese army is half-crippled. The next battle was for the Japanese to attack, and we to defend, and their shells would make us suffer. ”

Han Xing thought in his heart, yes, modern warfare, first of all, is the organization of artillery fire, just on this thousands of square meters of mountain, how to hide from the shells of the little devils is a problem. A large number of casualties were not caused by gunfire or sacrificed while fighting bayonets, but a large number of casualties were inflicted under the enemy's artillery fire.

At this time, Wang Yaowu came to a staff officer and said to Zhang Lingfu: "Considering that the attack has just been completed and the number of personnel has been reduced, does it necessary to send reinforcements?" ”

Wang Yaowu shook his head and said, "No need, on this hill, the more people, the heavier the casualties will be." Strong fortifications and firepower are more beneficial than more personnel. ”

Under Wang Yaowu's order, the position hurriedly repaired the little devil's fortifications and various bunkers to protect the little devil's shells.

Han Xing couldn't help but sigh a little that Zhang Lingfu was here, although this Zhang Lingfu was defeated and died in the battle with Meng Lianggu of the People's Liberation Army, but he had to admit that he still had some strategic and tactical vision.

Zhang Lingfu can be described as both civil and military, he is not only a student of the History Department of Peking University, but also a student of the fourth phase of the Huangpu Military Academy. Later, in addition to leading troops to fight, Zhang Lingfu also wrote many articles based on his own combat experience, such as "Research on Encounter Warfare," "Research on Mountain Warfare," "Psychological Analysis of Japanese Operations," "How to Carry Out River Warfare with Inferior Equipment," and "My Experience in Leading Troops."

In addition, Junrokuro Matsuura of the 106th Division was shocked when he heard that Zhanggushan was occupied by the Chinese army, and Zhanggushan was the combination point of the encirclement of the Chinese army on the eastern and western fronts, and it was also a key area for the Japanese army's defense. If the Japanese army occupies Zhanggushan, then it can break through from Zhanggushan, or wait for the rescue of the Japanese army on the periphery. If Zhang Gushan is lost, then the 106th Division will be completely surrounded by the Chinese army, and the Japanese army with foreign aid will be rescued, and it will be separated by a Zhang Gu Mountain!

Junrokuro Matsuura lost his temper at the chief of staff, Major General Nakabe, and said: "You know, if Zhang Gushan is not taken back, according to Chinese words, we will be dumplings by the Chinese army, and then all the jade will be broken." In any case, Zhang Gushan is to be recaptured. ”

The chief of staff of the Central Committee said dejectedly: "However, our troops are besieged by the Chinese army on all sides, and they really can't draw up their troops. Moreover, there are no more bullets, no food, and a sharp reduction in combat effectiveness. We're having a hard time right now! ”

"No matter how difficult it is, we must recapture Zhang Gushan," Matsuura Junrokuro continued to lose his temper, "even if you fight to the last person, you must also recapture Zhang Gushan." ”

"So, how many troops should we draw?" asked in the middle.

Matsuura Junrokuro thought for a while and said: "The 800 people of a brigade can't hold a single Zhanggushan, we must mobilize a wing, no less than 4,000 people, to attack Zhanggushan with all our might." ”

The middle side was shocked when he heard it, how many people are still in the 106th Division, and there are 8,000 people at most, and 4,000 people were dispatched to attack Zhang Gushan at once, which shows that Chief Songpu has made a bloody investment!

As a result, the chief of staff of the Central Border urgently mobilized troops and selected capable officers and men from various units who could still move to participate in the attack on Zhanggushan. As for the officers and men who really couldn't even move, they were told to stick to their original positions with illness and wounded.

Zhang Gushan had just rested for two hours when the Japanese artillery fire poured down again. There are not many shells for the Japanese army, and it is only a matter of days, so you can fire as many as you want, anyway, after today, there will be no tomorrow, and it is useless to keep them.

The hill was too small, and the bombardment of artillery shells was fierce, causing heavy losses to the commandos on the hill. Wang Zhigan, the battalion commander in the commando, was killed on the spot, and the company commander and platoon commander below also suffered huge casualties, not to mention ordinary soldiers.

Han Xing was lying in a simple bunker, because the time was short, he didn't have time to dig any air-raid shelters, and there were bombs roaring one after another overhead, and he was in danger of dying at any time.

Zhang Xiaosan was anxious and shouted: "Cover Chief of Staff Han, we will all hang up, and we will leave him behind." ”

A soldier from a guard company came up and immediately covered Han Xing underneath, using his body to block the enemy's shells.

Han Xing's heart was very moved, but he couldn't avoid this kind of protection, because he had too many secrets about the Southern Expeditionary Army, especially the contact information with the Air Force......

Shell after shell, roaring overhead.

A stream of wet liquid flowed on Han Xing's neck, Han Xing thought he was injured, but when he touched his hand, he didn't feel any pain anywhere, and there was no wound, it seemed that the soldiers above blocked the fragments of the shell for themselves.

There was more and more fluid flowing on his body.

After the shell exploded, the warrior on top of him had already died.

Han Xing felt very sad, this young warrior was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he didn't know what his name was, he was usually a little introverted, he didn't speak when he saw people, he just smiled shyly, but at this time, he gave his young and precious life for himself without hesitation.

In the Southern Expeditionary Army, he was the only one who sacrificed his life to protect his chief and comrades-in-arms.

The catastrophe of this burst of shells, Han Xing estimated that at least half of Zhang Lingfu's commando team plus the Southern Expeditionary Army was hanged.

As soon as the shells stopped, the position was still filled with gunsmoke after the explosion, and on the red scorched earth, there were still fires one by one, and the devils began to charge.

What are these devils like, all of them are ragged and unkempt, and their little faces have no flesh except for their skin. The face is yellow, it is hungry, it is black, it is smoked by artillery fire, the eyes are deep, the beard is long, it is no different from the little ghost in the underworld.

When attacking, they stood up one by one, that is, when they were extremely tired and hungry, they mustered up all their strength, squeezed out all the energy in their bodies, and only then stepped onto the ground of Zhang Gushan.

Such a soldier, let alone hand-to-hand combat, is good even if he can go to the top of the mountain!

150 meters, 120 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters, when the little devils attacked, they didn't shout or scream, it's not that they changed their tactics, but they really didn't have the strength to shout.

"Hit-" Zhang Lingfu shouted.

All the heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and medium rifles on Zhang Gushan kept roaring at the little devil.

The devils in front of them fell, and those behind continued to rush upward, and they walked up mechanically, and their nerves were as if they were numb, and the dead bodies were padded layer after layer.

Some of the devils fell, without the slightest expression of pain on their faces, on the contrary, there was some schadenfreude. When you close your eyes and are liberated, it is better than starving and suffering if you can't die or live!

After all, there were still living devils rushing up the hill, mechanically holding a Type 38 rifle, and rushing upwards with dull eyes. A group of national soldiers rushed down from the mountain, some of them took their guns and pulled away the Japanese guns, and then stabbed the Japanese soldiers to the ground with a stab.

Han Xing observed this qiē, and it seemed that the Japanese army was too tired and weak, and its combat effectiveness was greatly weakened.

There were also Japanese soldiers who were struggling before dying, gritting their teeth and staring at the Chinese soldiers, and the sound of ping-pong bayonets, the occasional muffled groan, and the popping sound of piercing into the skin, were mixed together.

Even when it was time to die, most of the Japanese soldiers still showed their extraordinary willpower and superb stabbing skills.

Seeing others fighting fiercely, but he stood by and watched, Li Dazhong couldn't stand it, and as soon as he jumped up, he wanted to go up and try his skills.

"Li Dazhong, you come back to me-" Zhang Xiaosan roared and yelled Li Dazhong back.

Li Dazhong had no choice but to come back. Because the company commander Zhang Xiaosan repeatedly explained to the soldiers of the guard company, your biggest task is to protect the chief, no matter how many devils you kill, if you don't protect the chief, it is also a dereliction of duty.

Wu Xiaoming is much smarter than Li Dazhong, he holds the assault rifle in his hand and picks up the tyrannical devils. If the devil is not good, he will ignore it, so let the soldiers of the national army deal with it!

But after all, there are only about 200 people left in Zhang Lingfu's commando, and the fewer people are fighting, but the little devil shows the advantage of more people at this time, killing one layer, then one layer, killing one layer, and then going up one layer.

Han Xing saw that if he continued to fight like this, the mountain would eventually be occupied by the Japanese, so he shouted: "Guard company, give it to me." ”