The defending flank team did not expect the Japanese attack to be so crazy, almost crazy, and rushed desperately, so they fought very hard, and the position was attacked by the Japanese again and again, but they were all repulsed.

"This is the 8th time the little devils have charged, what's wrong with them? So crazy? "A soldier who had just repelled the Japanese attack was leaning on the trench tiredly, and he didn't know why the Japanese were so crazy.

"I don't know, we just need to hold on here, by the way, is there still smoke?" A soldier beside him said, took out a cigarette from Lu Qiang's pocket, and was about to smoke one, but when he opened it, he found that the cigarette was gone, and there was only an empty cigarette case left, so he asked the people around him to borrow it.

"Give." The people around him took out their cigarettes, threw one to him, lit one themselves, and smoked it.

"Thank you." took the cigarette, thanked him, took a puff of beauty, and suddenly asked, "By the way, you belong to that group." ”

"I am from the 3rd Battalion of the 7th Regiment and have been sent to support you." The soldier of the third battalion of the seventh regiment, who had lent him cigarettes, replied.

"Oh, I'm from the second battalion of the fourth regiment, and my name is Hu Dazhu." Hu Dazhu took two puffs of cigarette and said, "Thank you for coming to support, otherwise I don't know if I can hold it." ”

"It's all comrades, how can you be polite, by the way, my name is Wei Songshan." Wei Songshan said.

"Alas, I don't know when it's a head, these little devils are really hateful." After taking two puffs of cigarette, Hu Dazhu suddenly sighed.

"Who knows, it's all to blame on that hateful white-skinned dog, who has that good equipment and is still beaten around by devils, if you give us all their equipment, how can the little devils be so rampant." Wei Songshan scolded when he heard this.

"Yes, those white-skinned dogs chased us the hardest, but now when it's time to fight ghosts, they are beaten by devils and run around, and even Nanjing/capital/government is lost." Hu Dazhu said, it seems that he has been chased.

"Prepare for battle, the devil is coming." Just as the two were chatting, someone suddenly shouted.

"The hateful little devil will not stop all at once." Hu Dazhu angrily pulled out the cigarette in his mouth, gently extinguished the flame, put it into the cigarette case again, and then leaned on the five or six halves hanging on his chest, climbed to the chest wall, and prepared to fight. Wei Songshan also carefully put the fireworks into his pocket, picked up the gun, and opened it to see if there were any bullets.

"I'm out of bullets." Wei Songshan found that there were no bullets in the gun, touched his body again, and found that there were no bullets left, so he hurriedly shouted.

The logistics staff not far away heard Wei Songshan shouting that there were no bullets, so they ran over against a box of bullets, but because their waist was not bent enough, their heads were exposed, and then they were shot in the head by a bullet that flew from nowhere.

"Holy shit." Seeing this, Wei Songshan saw that the logistics staff was only two or three meters away from him, and scolded, but he couldn't care about anything, so he hurriedly moved the ammunition box that was rolling on the ground, pried open the lid with a bayonet, revealing a bag of oiled paper, picked up a package of oiled paper, and opened it, revealing a metallic luster, yellow bullet, so he used his black hand to pick up the bullets, and put them into the magazine one by one, and stuffed the rest into his pockets. After glancing at the remaining half of the bullets, and at Hu Dazhu, who was already ready, he shouted, "Brother Dazhu, do you want to make up some bullets." ”

Hearing Wei Songshan shouting himself, Hu Dazhu turned his head to look at him, and at the same time saw the ammunition box on the ground, he was happy, he happened to be short of bullets, and there were not many bullets in his pocket, it was estimated that he could only support this battle, and now when he saw the ammunition box on the ground, although he was a little puzzled, he still picked up a few bags and stuffed them all into his pocket, until the pocket was full.

Lying on the breast wall again, the Japanese troops were less than 100 meters away from them, at this time the battalion commander gave the order to shoot, and the 56 and a half suddenly hit with a bang, and the machine gun also spat bullets. The fire that erupted in an instant pressed all the Japanese troops in place, unable to move. But the Japanese army also has a way, the grenadier hides behind the bunker and puts grenades on the position, the lethality of the 50mm bomb is not too great, but it is more powerful than the grenade, if you are lucky, you can kill one, and if you are unlucky, you can't blow up one.

However, the Japanese grenadiers were very skillful, threw the bullets very accurately, hid behind the bunker, and only relied on the instructions of others, and all of them scored six out of ten shots.

"Devil's grenadier, shoot it out." The battalion commander saw that several machine guns had been blown up and stopped firing, and hurriedly shouted.

"Battalion commander, you can't hit it, the devil's grenadiers are hiding behind the stones." A warrior shouted anxiously.

"It's not a recoilless cannon with a door or something, bring it up and bombard him/mother." The battalion commander shouted.

With artillery support, the Japanese army was not so arrogant, but the good times did not last long, and a few shells were thrown over by the grenadiers, and the straight barrel was suddenly blown up and distorted, and the operator was also killed.

"Dog/day, it's really accurate." The battalion commander saw that the recoilless gun was quickly disposed of by the Japanese grenadiers, and immediately scolded.

Losing the suppression of the artillery, the Japanese attack became fierce again, and with accurate shooting, many people were killed in a row.

The Japanese grenadiers were no small threat, but they suffered from the lack of weapons to restrain the grenadiers.

On the frontal battlefield of the 4th Regiment, a small number of Japanese troops were suppressed in the trenches, and a reinforced company took the opportunity to rush forward, rushed to the edge of the trenches with lightning speed, and then threw a large handful of grenades into it.

The Japanese soldier hiding in the trench, holding his head, looked at the smoke and round things on the ground, and suddenly widened his eyes, "grenade!! A Japanese soldier shouted in horror and began to crawl out of the trench in a panic, but as soon as he climbed out, he was shot and ended his life of crime.

"Boom, boom!" After a delay of 7 seconds, there was a sudden explosion in the trench, and the steel balls preset in the grenade danced like a group of demons, and the initial explosive power was higher than that of the pistol.

After the explosion, the scene was quiet, except for many who climbed up the trench and were killed, and some were all killed in the trench, to say that some should have been shot by steel balls, and the side facing the grenade was beaten with flesh and blood, and even his wife didn't know him at all.

There was a squad of Japanese troops stationed in the front, and under the absolute superiority of troops and firepower, this squad was wiped out, and there was not even a slag left.

Kotori Jiro, as his name suggests, is indeed a very small bird, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a relatively thick black earthworm.

And Pian Pian doesn't like women, he is a good part of Long Yang, he is a direct wing of the infantry brigade of the 13th Division, because at the beginning the team was disabled by artillery, killing and wounding thousands of people, and after several attacks, his team is now only more than 1,700 people left, but it was blocked by the two battalions opposite on the flank, which made Kotori Jiro very anxious.

He knew that the squad he left behind in front would definitely not be able to stop the opponent's attack, so he could only hope that the squad would drag on as long as it wanted.

Unfortunately, just when he was thinking about how to attack, the main force of the Fourth Regiment touched the back of his ass.

"Woo Woo !!" A string of cannonballs with flames streaked through the air and landed in the amazed (frightened) eyes of Kotori Jiro, "Shelling." Kotori Jiro shouted in a panic, picked up the command knife and immediately jumped off a big rock and ran, no longer looking at the sky and sighing 13, and fled in embarrassment.

"Boom, boom, boom!!" A series of explosions followed him, as if he had eyes, and he blew up wherever he went.

20 107 rocket launchers were 240 shells in a wave, and they hit the ground like hailstones, leaving craters after craters.

In the front position, the battalion commander looked at the ass of the Japanese army who was suddenly attacked with a telescope, and he was excited and excited at the same time, but he almost made a big mistake with this excitement, he actually ordered the team to attack on all fronts and fight bayonets with the Japanese army.

Isn't this looking for death? In terms of fighting bayonets, how could they fight the devils, and it was still when the number of Japanese troops was relatively large.

"Kill!" "Rush!" and so on, a group of soldiers rushed out of the position and rushed down the hillside, and the trumpeter stood on a mound of dirt, blowing the horn of the charge.

The Japanese troops who rushed to the hillside looked at the Fourth Army rushing down with some confusion, but since they wanted to fight with bayonets, they fought with them, pulled the 38 big cover in their hands to a safe state, and then shouted "Onboard!" "What a slogan, rush to the mountain.

For the time being, the soldiers of the Fourth Army, who were rushing down from above, had the advantage, because when they rushed down, with the blessing of gravity, the weapons in their hands were given greater power and speed, and before the Japanese could react, the sapper shovels in their hands slashed at their heads, and the bayonets stabbed them in the chest.

A scuffle ensued, and when the two sides rushed together, the initial advantage of the Fourth Army was instantly leveled, and they were outnumbered by the Japanese, and soon had the upper hand.

"My sun, this stunned man, actually fought a bayonet with the devil, isn't this sending him to death?" The commander of the fourth regiment saw the chaos on the hillside, scolded loudly, and then ordered his subordinates to rush up to support.

With the arrival of the main force of the 4th Regiment, the Japanese troops who had the upper hand soon fell behind, because the wing commander Kotori Jiro was killed, the command post was blown up, and the entire Japanese army lost its command, and could only rely on their respective squad leaders to organize the team.

The Japanese flag guards carried tattered flags, which may not be considered flags, only a flagpole and a few strips of cloth remained, which fully shows that this wing has been on the battlefield for a long time and fought very bravely on the battlefield, and this tattered flag is a symbol of glory.

Under the protection of the two of them, the Japanese soldiers carrying the flag of the wing gradually left the battlefield and prepared to flee, not because he was afraid of death. As a flag guard, his duty is to protect the flag of the wing, the flag is in the people, the flag is destroyed, and the people are killed. He didn't want the flag to be destroyed like this, the time in this team was not short, and he already had feelings, so he wanted to carry the team flag back, as long as the team flag was still there, then this team had not been destroyed, and his idea was that he must carry the team flag back.