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This was the most violent attack, and the two tanks and four armored vehicles that hit the front were scrapped, burning with blazing fire and black smoke.

The death squad with a white cloth on his head finally rushed into the pass, and through the staggered huge mounds of earth piled up at the pass, he could not see the specific battle situation, but the sound of explosions, gunshots, and shouts of killing indicated the fierceness and cruelty of the battle. In the embankment fortifications on both sides of the pass, fierce crossfire was spewed out, and mortar shells continued to plow, intercepting the follow-up troops to the death.

Shells poured on the embankment, smoke and fire, and there were always Chinese soldiers who could not be killed, either prostrate or cat's waist, or leap from one crater to another, and the bullets fired at the locust army were still fierce.

That voice—Tanaka's hands trembled a little. He did not know what kind of machine gun his opponent was equipped with, and the extremely fast rate of fire made it impossible to hear the sound of bullets, but a terrifying noise similar to a chainsaw.

Material scarcity is a congenital deficiency of Japan, so it attaches more importance to the equipment of the navy and air force, and can only accommodate the army, thus forming the so-called "white soldier doctrine." Just literally, the infantry equipment is simpler, and it relies on courage and technology to defeat the opponent. In this way, accurate shooting, ferocious stabbing, and night attack maneuver have become the content of "Three Whites".

The experience of the Japanese army from the Russo-Japanese War is that the brave spirit and skillful stabbing can completely defeat a strong enemy. After the September 18 Incident and the July 7 Incident, in the face of the weak and untrained Chinese army, the Japanese army's outlaw charge achieved great results, and this further encouraged the development of the Japanese army's idea and theory of "attack first."

Even when Japan's national policy quietly listed the Soviet Union, the United States, and other powerful countries as imaginary enemy lines, the Japanese army still believed that high-intensity training, the spirit of sacrificing one's life for the country, and the courageous and fearless attack were enough to make up for the lack of equipment and materials.

However, Tanaka's belief at this time began to waver, and his opponent was not only fully armed and equipped, but also fierce and tenacious in his will to fight. The locust army is still brave and well-trained, but the geographical and defensive factors have effectively shortened the gap between the two sides. In particular, the light and heavy machine guns on both flanks of the levee pass may have been temporarily transferred from other directions, but Tanaka was shocked by the sheer number of them and the intensity of the crossfire.

Even more shocked, or hopeless, were the Japanese devils who were suppressed outside the levee pass by the dense fire that came from the reinforcements. They lost the cover of tanks, armored vehicles, and were knocked out in rows by a dense stream of bullets fired from the side. In the air, mortar shells and grenades continued to fall, so that the devils could no longer distinguish a single explosion, only to hear a continuous, devastating rumble, and occasionally the tearing sound of shrapnel flying low overhead.

The air is a mixture of smoke and dust. Bombs are constantly falling in a parabolic line around them, and under this noise, if an order is conveyed or someone shouts, it is not heard at all. In the midst of this stormy explosion and strafing, trying to stand up is undoubtedly suicide.

Every muscle in Harada's body was as tight as a string, and he trembled, as if he had a mild convulsion. With the rough protection of shallow craters, he suddenly felt a little pity for the other people who were exposed on flat ground.

Especially the health soldier who was lying not far from him, the medicine box was open by his side, and all kinds of bandages and medicines were neatly placed in the grid, and his intestines were bare at this time, and he couldn't even save himself. The dirt-filled entrails were a little reflective, and Harada suddenly remembered the entrails of the washed rabbits and squirrels he had seen as a child.

The horn sounded, and Tanaka made a desperate bet to let the logistics troops follow up before the death squad that rushed to the pass was not wiped out by the enemy. This is a hard-won opportunity, and if you don't put it into your mind, the terrible price you have already paid will be in vain.

Shelling, firing, the devils were ready to charge again, although the front was full of corpses, and stumps and broken arms could be seen everywhere.

The order to attack was given, and Harada's nervousness disappeared amid the frenzied sound of "Banzai". He and his companions screamed, rushing through the blasted, shattered ground and rushing forward.

Not to be outdone, the mortars on the opposite position opened fire, and Harada heard the rustling of shells breaking through the air, and he was nearby. He and a few of his companions immediately dispersed, but someone was still blown up.

One of the devils was hit, shrapnel cut through his military uniform and abdomen, and intestines flowed out. He was dazed for a second or two, and with a look of disbelief he tried to reset the steaming organ.

Harada paused and wanted to help, but Wu Chang yelled fiercely, "Rush forward, don't stop, rush!" ”

The wounded devil fell face down on the shaking ground with his knees weakened. Harada rushed forward, the primal instinct for survival taking over his entire consciousness. Death, fear, anxiety completely lose its meaning, and rush feverishly, find enemies, kill them, like predatory animals.

Han Dashou resumed the operation of the machine gun, the obstacle covering the shooting hole has been cleared, and the secondary shooter has been replaced. Despite the combat experience of this sub-shooter, today is the first time in a battle of this intensity. But strange metamorphosis always happens quickly on the battlefield, and after hours of training on the violent battlefield, some people may collapse, while others will become a warrior.

Fear, blood, and death, all of which are commonplace on the battlefield, can anesthetize participants and sweep away all illusions and dreams about the future. If you want to survive, you can only kill and kill. This is fate, killing is the only profession on the battlefield, you have to master this skill perfectly, and it is even possible to indulge in it.

"Kill, kill all of these ***." Han Dashou strafed and shot alternately, but the voice of the deputy shooter gritted his teeth sounded in his ears from time to time, with a thick Shandong accent.

Kill the devil!

Kill the Japs!

Kill more Japs!

This is a slogan that the officers and men of the Third Column are familiar with and shout every day, and the bright red slogans written on the walls can be seen everywhere in the base areas. A merciless ferocity that is infused into the body and blood of every rigid person at all times.

The devil rushed closer and closer, and Han Dashou could take down an enemy with almost no aim. But he focused on shooting the devil officers who rushed ahead, these outlaws were shirtless and holding command knives, which was the most eye-catching.

But the devil has gone crazy, and he rushes forward, turning a blind eye to the falling shells and the bullets that come in, and turning a deaf ear. They walked through the smoke and dust, over the craters, and looked at death as if they were home. As far as the eye could see, there were gleaming steel helmets and bayonets. The officers and standard-bearers in front fell, but the soldiers behind took the flags and still advanced, resisting the blazing shrapnel with their own flesh and blood, and not a single one of them retreated.

The troops continued to come in reinforcements, and a squad, a platoon, and a company, braving the artillery fire of the devils, formed an unabated density of firepower on both sides of the pass, and violently killed and injured the crazy devils.

The devil's light and heavy machine guns also spat tongues of fire, ignoring the bombardment of the opponent's mortars and the suppression of the machine guns, and fired the bullets like water at the embankment.

Stepping on the corpses of the fallen wounded and soldiers, the devils rushed closer to the pass, and in order to avoid accidental injury, the artillery bombardment weakened. But the defenders' firepower was even more fierce, and the grenade launchers were almost all direct fire, and one grenade after another exploded among the devils, each of which blew up many devils.

Kimura wielded a glittering sword, a perfect move that only a career officer could perform, and he nimbly jumped and ran on the ground, not at all like a lieutenant-level officer, but a samurai from the age of cold weapons.

Not being hit by a dense stream of bullets, really, anything can happen on the battlefield! There are people who have never broken their skin in a lifetime of fighting; Someone dies the first time he goes into battle; Someone survived with a kettle, a belt buckle, and a wallet stuffed with coins.

But Kimura's good fortune has finally come to an end. A string of machine-gun bullets hit him in the abdomen, and he stopped swinging his knife, stabbing his knife to the ground, looking at the constantly flashing fire points in front of him, as if he wanted to say a few words of morale. But a shell exploded next to him, the smoke cleared, and the madman disappeared from the world.

"Bomb drop! Bombing! ”

The devil suffered heavy casualties, but he had already rushed to a distance of less than thirty meters. With a throat-splitting command, grenades were thrown from the embankment, black as rain.

Grenades continued to fall into the rushing pile, bursting into bursts of exploding fire, and the roar was too numerous to count. A large number of devils were blown to the ground, and the screams came and went.

In the smoke of the explosion, there were still devils who rushed out like demons and monsters, but they were too late. After a desperate battle, the devil death squad that rushed into the pass has been completely annihilated, and our army has regained control of several dirt mountains similar to the manipulation wall, and has begun a fierce counterattack.

More than 100 commandos rushed out with shouts and slammed the devil head-on with Czech-made, short-barreled shotguns in their hands.

In front of him were raining down on lead bullets, iron pellets, bullets, flanks with rain of grenades, and light and heavy machine guns fired frantically with almost no pause.

The momentum of the devil's impact was finally contained under the heavy casualties. The Japanese troops who rushed in front stopped, the Japanese troops behind rushed up again, and the Japanese troops gathered together were huddled together in a mess, at a loss.

Fierce and blazing fire strafed the Japanese troops in front of the position, and machine guns and shotguns barely needed to be aimed, and they could knock down piles of enemies at will. You don't need to watch the grenade throw, just throw it down.

At last, the devil could not bear any strength, and left the dead and wounded to retreat in disarray, and the wounded soldiers, who could not escape, let out a desperate wail, and cursed their companions for abandoning them.

A devil officer slashed to death several defeated soldiers with his sword, hoping to organize another charge, but a bullet swept in, and he and a few of the routs who had just turned fell in a splatter of blood. (To be continued.) )