Ivanov was the commander of the engineer platoon of the 59th Border Guard, and now he is working on his stomach more than 100 meters from the trench. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info slowly retreated his body, the rubble hurt from the smash, and he had to avoid those nasty stumps and broken flesh, the only thing he didn't have to worry about was the mines that he led people to lay yesterday: I had checked them when I came out just now, and they had all been detonated.

Last night's night attack by the Japanese army caused heavy losses to our side, but fortunately the day before yesterday I led people to lay a daytime mine in front of the position, otherwise this side of the position would have been lost like the Безименная Heights (Shacao Peak) two kilometers away.

Thinking of the night attack last night, Ivanov's scalp was a little numb, and the Japanese soldiers in the night were quietly touched, and it was not discovered until a hundred meters in front of the position: this was not the credit of the sentry, but the Japanese soldiers who tripped over the mines they had planted. The Japanese troops in front were blown to a bloody pulp, but the Japanese troops behind not only did not retreat after being discovered, but rushed up with a shout. Japanese soldiers were constantly knocked down by mines and bullets fired from their own side, but a small number of Japanese soldiers still rushed into the trenches without their lives, and a white-knuckle battle broke out between the two sides.

"Damn it, these beasts!" At the thought of white-knuckle combat, Ivanov reflexively clenched the sapper shovel in his hand - he had relied on it to cut down a Japanese soldier covered in blood last night. These little Japanese men had only reached their shoulders, but the bayonets in their hands were pierced hard and accurately, and many comrades had been sacrificed on their side, and if it weren't for the fact that those rifles in the trenches could not be used, the casualties on their side might have been even greater. But in any case, the position was held, and more than half of the credit for this went to the heads of those mines. Therefore, early this morning, I led people to continue to lay mines, and planted all the mines that I brought to the high ground this time, so that I could not tell when the Japanese on the opposite side would attack again.

Lying on the ground, digging a pit with a sapper shovel, then taking out a POMZ-1 anti-infantry stick mine from his backpack, stuffing this grenade-like mine into the pit, and then covering it with dirt and gravel, revealing only the prefabricated fragmentation cover on the upper part of the mine. Take out a few tripwires, hook them on the firing ring at the bottom end of the fragmentation cover, carefully tie them to nearby bushes and stones one by one, and finally retreat to the place where the mine is buried, carefully pull out the safety pin, and the latest anti-infantry mine is thus laid. This kind of tripping mine has little effect on patrols during the day, and can be easily spotted if you are on guard, but it is a nightmare for enemies who sneak up at night.

Actually, Ivanov prefers the types of mines that are stepped on, but now they are not suitable for use here: the order from above allows him to lay mines that are easy to remove and find, and only this POMZ-1 anti-infantry stick mine on hand is eligible.

"Maybe it's the ones up there thinking about when they need to fight back." Ivanov had his own interpretation of this order. But the problem is that the number of POMZ-1 anti-infantry stick mines on hand is simply not enough, what to do?

The comrades in the platoon came up with a bold idea: replace mines with grenades, and now they are doing just that. File the safety pin of the 1914/30 iron-handled grenade so that it could be easily pulled out - a very dangerous task, and Ivanov was refitting it with a few veterans to keep the recruits from blowing themselves up into the air. The sapper's manual has regulations for the emergency use of hand grenades as mines, but unless you do it yourself, you can't even think of detonating this complex 1914/30 grenade unless it's an elephant that trips over it.

Ivanov observed the situation on the left and right, and his brothers screamed every time they planted a mine, and made another gesture to attract the attention of the comrades in the vicinity - the mines were planted in an irregular Z-shaped cloth, and everyone needed to act in unison, so as not to get caught in the minefield and not be able to get out.

Bury one every five or six meters, and everyone retreats in unison, until it is more than 20 meters away from the trench: here is already within the range of the grenade, there is no need for mines, and it is said that if it is buried too close to oneself, it will affect the shooting.

After retreating to the trenches, Ivanov saw Cherchenko, the commander of the 2nd Company of the 59th Border Garrison, who was responsible for the defense of the heights, running over with his body on his back.

"Comrade Antonov, are they all buried?" The company commander's face was full of gunsmoke and his military uniform was tattered, and it could be seen that he had no time to take care of himself in the past two days.

"So far, more than 800 mines and grenades have been planted in front, and it is not so easy for little Japan to rush up." Ivanov took the kettle handed by Cherchenko and poured a few sips. From dawn to the present, he has not stopped with more than 20 people who still have combat effectiveness under his command, turning the bushes in front of the position into a veritable death zone.

"Comrade Cherchenko, is there any news of Comrade Tukoscher?"

Tukoscher, a company commander, was shot through the abdomen during last night's night attack and has been sent to the rear for rescue.

"There is no new information, only that he has been sent to the hospital in Novokievskoye (now Kraskino), and I hope he will survive." Cherchenko said that now he is the supreme commander of the position, and the comrades who were originally higher or equal in rank than him were either killed or wounded, and the entire two companies and one engineer platoon on the position still have less than 200 people still fighting strength.

"Hurry up and take the comrades to eat something, and I'll prepare some hot food for you later." The men of the engineer platoon had not eaten until now, and Cherchenko had the cooking squad on the other side of the hill make some hot food (there was a reason why the guy who made the fire and smoked was placed behind the hillside, although the Japanese artillery could reach that position, but it was difficult to locate it correctly by the smoke alone - because it was not a plain but a mountain). It is not uncommon to lose his head for the sake of a hot meal, and Cherchenko must guard against it. ）。

Ivanov packed up his equipment and was about to retreat to the rear along the trench when he saw the communications corps running over.

"Comrade Company Commander, urgent notice from the Novokievskoye side."

After opening the sealed letter and looking at it, Cherchenko said to the engineer platoon commander: "Good news, reinforcements will arrive in two hours at most." At two o'clock in the afternoon, a general assault was to be launched on the Безименная heights (Shacao Peak), and we were to be asked to hold our positions all the time to prevent the Japanese from attacking until reinforcements arrived. ”

"Less than an hour to go." Ivanov looked at his watch and said.

"You immediately return to Novokievsky and tell them that we are resolutely holding our positions."

"Yes, Comrade Company Commander."

Seeing the correspondent running back reflexively, Ivanov called out to his two men: "Go to the cooking class and bring the food here." ”

"Old fellow, I still have the skill to eat." Cherchenko said to Ivanov. The two have been in the garrison, and Ivanov has been in the military for two years longer than him, but it is rare to be promoted because of the type of soldier, and Cherchenko sometimes calls him an old fellow.

"This kung fu is not easy to live in the future, so it's better to stay here." Ivanov was a little too lazy to pay attention to this boss.

At a few minutes after two o'clock, the Soviet officers and men who were closely monitoring the movement ahead in the position heard a buzzing sound and looked up into the sky: a large group of planes was flying from the Poshet Plain to the Безименная Heights (Shacao Peak) at an altitude of only 1,000 meters at most.

"Old fellow, here we go."

Zhanggu Peak is only a little more than two kilometers away from Shacao Peak, and today is another sunny day, Ivanov and his men can see clearly from this side, and they can even see clearly the trajectory of the black bombs dropped by those planes falling on the Japanese position.

Thirty SB-2 bombers carried a total of 30 tons of bombs, half of which were solidified ****** - this was Lin Jun's idea, and the damage effect against the solidified ****** of field fortifications was better than that of ordinary explosive bombs, which was later proved in the Korean War. It turned out that according to Lin Jun's intention, the bombers attacking Shacao Peak were all hung with incendiary bombs - and now little Japan has not learned the ability to dig holes in Iwo Jima and Saipan, and they do not have enough time. But Antonov was worried that he would not be able to destroy the Japanese fortifications if he only used incendiary bombs, so Lin Jun did not fight with him, and finally used a compromise solution.

Although Antonov has long served as the commander of the aviation forces in the Far East, he is not familiar with the coagulation ****** invented by Comrade Andrei, and he has not seen the practical effect of this new incendiary bomb. And Lin Jun is not in a hurry, when the battle is over, the comrades of the aviation force will naturally fall in love with this weapon after seeing its power.

In addition to a large group of Japanese troops who launched a night attack last night, there was also a reinforced company of the 2nd Infantry Regiment of Jilin City, which supported before the early hours of the morning. Because the Japanese were worried that the Soviets would launch a large-scale counterattack after dawn, they let the nearest miscellaneous army from this area support. The Otaka Kamezo, who was still in Mt. Gumo, complained that the Kwantung Army was really wronged by being a shrinking turtle, at least the commander of the Kwantung Army, General Ueda Kenkichi, still sent some troops.

It turned out that Ueda Kenkichi was still reluctant to come to this pond to muddy the water, but his chief of staff, Hideki Tojo, suggested that it was still necessary to be interesting, so as not to go to Tokyo to talk about the Kwantung Army.

The unit sent by Ueda Kenkichi was really a ragtag army: the company commander and company deputy were all Japanese, and two of the platoon commanders in the four platoons below were puppet Manchurian officers, and the soldiers were also Japanese, and the puppet Manchu army accounted for half of each -- the combat effectiveness can be imagined, and the purpose of this small unit sent by Ueda Kenkichi was to silence the Korean army.

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