The bullet flew past Mo Dongshan's side and hit the edge of the foxhole in his chest, splashing a light smoke, but he had no time to pay attention to these small problems, at this time he could only try to fire and knock the enemy down in order to save himself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The grenade that did not make a contribution just now made Mo Dongshan aware of the danger, and he was afraid that if the Japanese army got closer, more grenades would be thrown in. At that time, he may not have been as lucky as he had been to throw the enemy's deadly weapon out of his bunker.

A dense row of bullets swept head-on towards the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, because the distance was close enough, so Mo Dongshan could see the bullets hitting the Japanese soldiers with the dim light, blooming one after another flowers of blood. This also proves in disguise how close the other party is to the foxhole where Mo Dongshan is hiding.

Compared with Mo Dongshan, who was holding a submachine gun, the two friendly soldiers beside him were not so lucky, because at this time, the two of them only had single-shot bolt rifles in their hands, and they obviously lacked the ability to suppress the Japanese troops who were about to rush in front of them.

The two soldiers could only crouch down, pull the bolt to reload their weapons with new ammunition, and then stand up and aim and fire. Then they could only do such circular actions frequently, and they could not inflict a large number of casualties on the Japanese army in a short period of time.

But fortunately, the two of them also had grenades in their hands, and seeing each other rushing over, the two of them took a grenade from their waists, opened the lead and threw it out with all their might. After a while, two explosions suppressed the momentum of the Japanese charge, and the sound of grenades in the distance began to rise and fall, thinking that most of the Ming soldiers were also facing a very dangerous situation.

Finally, this cycle was flawed, and while the two soldiers were reloading their rifles, Mo Dongshan also ran out of magazines in the submachine guns, and had to retract to the bottom of his foxhole and replace his magazines.

As a result, there was a vacuum in their frontal fire, and the Japanese were able to rush forward more distance. By the time Mo Dongshan prepared his weapon, above his head, a Japanese soldier with a bright bayonet was already standing on the edge of the foxhole.

Because the distance was already very close, he could almost see the other party's hideous smile, and before Mo Dongshan came back to his senses, the other party had already aimed his bayonet at the platoon commander of the Ming Empire.

However, the Japanese soldier was met by a bayonet stabbed from the other direction of the diagonal down, and the other party still had a cruel smile on his face, and the long blade was pierced under the ribs. The hapless creature screamed and rolled into the foxhole, followed by another Japanese soldier.

The distance between the two sides was really close, and at this time, the front-line positions of the Ming army were almost entangled with the Japanese army. At about the same time, a new flare rose from the position of the Ming army, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daylight.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The Iron Bull armored car behind Mo Dongshan that was hiding behind the building finally saw the target, and the machine gun on the armored car began to roar, and began to fire frantically at the front of his position. The chain-fed machine gun had better fire continuity, and the dense array of bullets instantly knocked dozens of Japanese soldiers to the ground.

In front of Mo Dongshan's foxhole, two Japanese soldiers had jumped into the foxhole where they were with bayonets, and a Japanese soldier took advantage of the air attack when Mo Dongshan's men withdrew the bayonets and inserted their bayonets into the chest of the Ming Empire soldier.

Because of unwillingness, or the last struggle, the Ming army who was stabbed screamed miserably, and although he fell down, he grabbed the muzzle of the bayonet with his hands. The Japanese army was unable to draw its bayonet for a while, giving Mo Dongshan precious time to react.

Mo Dongshan took advantage of the situation and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the Japanese soldier, extending from his abdomen to his shoulder, and then Mo Dongshan did not stop shooting, he shifted his muzzle until the bullet hit the body of another Japanese soldier.

The trench instantly returned to calm, leaving only Mo Dongshan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and another soldier of the Ming Empire who was so frightened with a bayonet that he didn't dare to move. He watched his companion fall with a bayonet in his chest, his legs trembling and unable to make the slightest movement.

"Let's see how Liu Jin is! Don't stand stupidly! Mo Dongshan stood up, poked his head out of the light of the flares and glanced at the position of the Japanese infantry outside the paratrooper pit, drained the remaining half of the ammunition in the submachine gun magazine in his hand, and then retracted to the bottom of the pit and shouted.

The soldier heard Mo Dongshan's order and stepped to the side of his comrade-in-arms, but at this time, the comrade-in-arms who was still alive just now had already turned into a lifeless corpse.

"Give up the front-line position! Give up the front-line position! A rifle-carrying signal soldier stooped along the pre-arranged communication trenches, shouting the company's orders to the Ming soldiers who were still fighting as he ran.

Mo Dongshan ran out of one of his newly loaded magazines at this time, and found that there was no loaded magazine in his hand except for the unloaded bulk bullets. The order came in good time, and he and one of the remaining soldiers hurried out of the foxhole, abandoning the place that had been held for more than an hour.

Under such circumstances, the Japanese army was able to give full play to its artillery superiority and use the artillery bombardment of Weiyuan to achieve the purpose of effectively suppressing the heavy weapons and equipment of the Ming army. However, the Ming army was unable to exert its own combat effectiveness, and it suffered relatively losses.

Therefore, the front-line troops of the Ming army decisively gave up the front-line defensive position, allowing themselves and the Japanese army to enter a stage of stalemate. In this way, the artillery superiority of the Japanese army will be weakened, and the situation of the relative army will be improved.

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"Report! Your Excellency, General! Our soldiers have entered the first line of defense of the enemy outside the city of Weiyuan, and the attack has achieved the desired effect. It was still the familiar officer, and he walked up to Uehara Sawa, the division commander of the 8th Division, and saluted and reported.

"Good!" Uehara put down the telescope in his hand and nodded in praise. In fact, at this time, he couldn't see anything with his binoculars, only the flares that were rising, and the flames from the shells that kept exploding in Weiyuan City.

Still, he loved looking at the flames, which gave him the thrill of being a dominant. He loved the pleasure, and like God, the power of life and death was intoxicating.

"Didn't the 8th Brigade do it? Being able to capture the enemy's first line of defense in less than two hours shows that they are real soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, and they are my soldiers of Uehara Harazawa! He reveled in the sensation, and even his breathing seemed to be extremely smooth.

According to the script he had sketched out in his mind, it was absolutely satisfactory to be able to take the enemy's forward positions before 7 p.m. that day. According to the speed of breaking through one of the enemy's defense lines in two hours, it will be about midnight when it hits Weiyuan City.

There's still plenty of time, at least for him Uehara Harazawa. The favorable situation on the battlefield made him forget that his troops had lost a full 3,000 killed and wounded, and almost one wing had completely lost its combat capability.

This is also in the dim night, if he loses so many troops on the position with better visibility during the day, his 8th Division will still have a few layers of combat effectiveness left, but it is difficult to say.

At this time, what he didn't know was that the so-called first-line defensive positions of the Ming army were just some foxholes and communication trenches. There was not even a continuous line of trench fortifications in these places, and they were simply temporary positions that had been built in haste.

Now in front of the Japanese army is the real line of defense built by the Ming soldiers, there is a shallow continuous trench, and there are T-shaped trenches and ring cover fortifications specially built for machine guns at regular intervals. Compared to the foxhole in front, the level of professionalism here is much higher.

Before Uehara could rejoice, the retaliatory artillery fire of the Ming army once again smashed on the heads of the attacking Japanese troops, and this round of fierce artillery fire blocked the Japanese army's attempt to continue the attack. The explosions occurred one after another near the Ming positions that the Japanese had just occupied, and the Japanese once again paid a huge price of more than 100 casualties.

Now the officers and soldiers of the 8th Division finally understood the helpless mood of the Ming army in the face of Japanese artillery fire. They could not destroy the artillery positions opened fire by the Ming army, so they could only wait helplessly, waiting for the ferocious shelling to stop at some point.

"Bastard! These bright dogs! Bastard! When I recapture Weiyuan, all the prisoners in the city must be killed, and no one will be left! Not a single one to stay! Uehara looked at the much more intense artillery fire in the distance than just now, and his face suddenly became gloomy. he

This fierce artillery fire seemed to be a basin of cold water, waking up the dream he had just imagined of capturing the town of Weiyuan before midnight. Subconsciously, he put down the binoculars hanging around his neck, frowned and stared at the position where the fire kept flickering in the darkness, and there was an indescribable confusion in his heart.

He didn't know, he didn't know where the uneasiness in his heart came from, but he still clenched his fists and dispelled the unpleasant gloom with the confidence of victory: "Don't rest, let the 8th Brigade continue to attack...... The enemy has been fighting for a day, and they need rest now more than we do! (To be continued.) )