The militia still lacked actual combat experience, especially in this kind of positional defensive warfare, and they were still accustomed to hiding behind rocks and barren grass, or finding some bushes and grass and putting two guns on a cat and then moving away, fighting guerrilla warfare and using it in blocking warfare, but they suffered losses under the fierce artillery fire of the devils.

Feng Dayan, an old comrade with a long party experience, was born in military movement and intelligence, and he is definitely good at touching a black hoe and grabbing a tongue, but on the battlefield, one-on-one, this kind of offensive and defensive battle is still lacking in a little bit of Taoism.

Fortunately, I have spent more time with the troops, and I have seen the combat methods of the regular army to some extent, which is not after the devils suffered losses under the first round of artillery fire, they immediately used their brains.

The ridges of the mountain are narrow and full of stones, and it is basically impossible to build a fortified trench, and the bunker of the stone barrier that some soldiers have temporarily moved just now has been directly hit by artillery shells, and the stones are blown up indiscriminately, and with the addition of shrapnel and shock waves, there have been relatively large casualties.

This time, Lao Feng learned to be smart, he simply didn't build a bunker, put the stones on the top of the mountain indiscriminately, and everyone withdrew to the junction of the mountain beam and the mountain, which was a nest corner, which was the blind spot of the devil's heavy firepower, and everyone hid there, leaving one person to post on the mountain, and when the devil's artillery was ready to end, the infantry began to break through, and then let the soldiers go down to the mountain beam to block the devil.

After making a short combat deployment, Lao Feng said that if you want to leave now, leave the gun and ammunition, and ensure that you will not leave a back account. Militiamen, you look at me, I look at you, no one moved or spoke.

Lao Feng opened the satchel he was carrying, burned all the documents that needed to be destroyed, and put the party membership card in his pocket.

He took out a pencil and wrote down the names of the soldiers and the names of their hometowns and villages in a small notebook, and the names and places of origin of the soldiers who died and the militia on the mounds at the bottom of the mountain, and wrapped the thin slip of paper with their names on it tightly with a small piece of oiled paper, and carefully placed it at the bottom of the satchel.

He walked into the mountain nest, lifted a stone, dug a hole, put his satchel in it, covered it tightly with soil, pressed the stone again, tore a strip of cloth from his tattered military uniform, and pressed it on the big stone with a small stone, which was regarded as leaving a mark, and in case they were all sacrificed, the comrades who cleaned the battlefield in the future might be able to find it.

It's all arranged, Lao Feng beckoned everyone to gather together, dismantled all the guns that were broken and couldn't be used, threw the parts into the cracks in the stones, and distributed the big knives, spears and grenades, needless to say, everyone knows that the time for zuihou is coming, fight one is enough, fight two to earn one!

No sooner had the men withdrawn to the mountain than the shells fell. After the first artillery preparation just now, the observation post found that due to the narrow mountain beam, most of the shells either crossed the hill and hit the ditch behind, or fell on the slope in front of the mountain, and very few could fall on the mountain beam.

The artillery commander of the devil thought to himself that you didn't have heavy weapons on the Eighth Route anyway, and a few broken guns couldn't hit me, so he simply ordered the mountain artillery and infantry artillery to move forward another 200 meters, and the straight line was only 300 meters away from the position of the Eighth Road, and smashed it with shells at precise points along the mountain beam.

At the same time, the commander of the infantry brigade also ordered that the grenadiers should no longer be used centrally, but should still belong to the first-line infantry.

The devils of this attack were prepared with firepower with the determination to win. Captain Fan Zhao looked at his watch, almost an hour had passed, and he had not been able to break through the enemy position at the mouth of the ditch, he was worried that if he delayed any longer, the eight roads in all directions would converge, and Jihua, who had entered Yinfang Town in the east, would be in the soup.

Anxiously going back and forth a few times, Iiaki, for the sake of safety, ordered the artillery squadron to carry out another round of rapid fire with three rounds, and while the artillery was firing, he ordered the attacking infantry to begin to move forward, striving to shorten the charging distance as much as possible while the enemy was still dodging the shelling.

The adjutant of the wing suggested that a force be sent along the road to bypass the corners and attack the eighth road on the ridge from the flank rear. This suggestion was immediately adopted by Iiaki, and the staff officer was asked to inform the commander of the infantry group who organized the attack.

The mountain beams were repeatedly blown up by mountain artillery and mortars, and the stones on the ridge were basically blown into gravel flakes and powder, and the entire mountain beam was cut down by more than a meter, and the hillside was covered with black bullet marks in the distance, like a rag that had just been pulled out of the fire.

A large group of devils wearing khaki military uniforms, amid the rumbling sound of artillery, methodically doing tactical maneuvers, a full squadron, more than 100 devils have been ready to attack at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as the cannon stopped, although the stones and dust that had been shattered by the cannonballs on the mountain were still rolling down, the devils who had been waiting for a long time rushed up to the top of the mountain with a roar at the urging of the army commander!

100 meters, 80 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters! The devils who climbed the mountain took off the rifles on their backs one after another, and the dozens of meters of this zuihou are the distance they have to fight for!

Several gunshots rang out from the mountain beams, and three or four devils were killed or wounded, and the other devils did not lie down on the spot and fight back as usual when Yujian was attacked, but desperately climbed with a rifle with a bayonet on it. At the foot of the hill, grenadiers and machine gunners fired projectiles at the place where the gunfire had just been fired, and black smoke filled the ridge of the hill with bullets flying wildly.

Lao Feng lay behind the pile of stones, watching the two soldiers who shot rashly were torn to pieces by the flesh and blood of the projectiles and machine gun bullets that flew in an instant. Biting his lip and looking at the devil who was already close and could see the pockmarks on his face, Lao Feng jumped up and yelled: "Drop the bomb!" Kill! After shouting, he threw out two grenades and jumped down from the mountain beam!

More than a dozen militia fighters, throwing out grenades, pushing down stones, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion and rolling stones to the devils, with bayonets, broadswords and spears, rushed towards the devils like a whirlwind!

The artillery, grenadiers, and machine guns were all dumb, and at such a close distance, the Eighth Route had already rushed down and was fighting with its own people, the black and blue figures mixed with the large earthy yellow figures, the smoke of the grenade explosion had not yet dissipated, and the gray earth fog rose again in the crowd.

In the lens of the gun sight of the devil artillery observation post at Taniguchi, it was no longer clear what was happening on the hillside, and the figure was shaking in the fog.

The grenadiers and machine gunners under the hill were closer and could see more clearly. Just now, when the infantry was just a few steps away from the top of the mountain, more than a dozen grenades suddenly flew out of the mountain beam, and then piles of stones tumbled down again, and when the imperial soldiers hurriedly dodged to the ground, more than a dozen figures crashed into the climbing soldiers.

There was no sound of cannons, no more gunshots, and in the blinding sunlight, in the dust, there was only the muffled sound of bayonets stabbing into the human body, accompanied by the sound of screams and human bodies rolling down the hillside, faintly heard.

Taking advantage of the terrain, after Lao Feng and the militia jumped down the hillside, with momentum, the first time they shot out, they put more than a dozen devils who were stunned by grenades and stones, and wore a cold heart! After pulling out the bayonet, Lao Feng simply turned the rifle sideways, used it as a stick, and rolled the four devils on their backs to the sky in a row.

Seeing his companion who was crawling in front, he was poked to the ground by a bayonet, and the devil behind was also red-eyed, half-kneeling on the hillside, the tip of the bayonet was erected, facing the eight roads that rushed over, the two eight soldiers did not dodge well, and were stabbed by three or four bayonets at the same time, blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing the devil's face.

The devil raised his hand to wipe the blood that was covering his eyes, and before he could reach his eyes, the sacrificial Eighth Route soldier kicked the ground with his foot, and his whole body pounced on the devil, and the grenade pinned to his waist was also pulled.

Before the devil could stand firm, the grenade exploded beside him, the blood rain sprayed, shrapnel flew sideways, and the devil who was not killed was also smashed by the corpse and the stump and the severed arm and rolled down the hillside.

In just a dozen seconds, the 14 militiamen who rushed down the mountain with Lao Feng, the 6 who pulled the grenade and died with the devil, and the 5 who sacrificed under the devil's bayonet and smashed the devil down the hill with their bodies, only the 3 soldiers closest to Lao Feng survived by borrowing the momentum of Lao Feng's charge.

Feng Dayan also hung up, and after overthrowing several devils with a rifle, a devil who was half-kneeling on the hillside hit Lao Feng's thigh with a bayonet, Lao Feng was red-eyed, and he didn't care about the injury, and smashed the devil's head with the butt of a gun, and the rifle was broken into two.

Picking up a 38-type rifle in the arms of a dead devil, he glanced at the battlefield situation left and right, and the devils on the hillside were all driven down by the soldiers' charge, and many of them were still lying at the foot of the mountain struggling to get up. After a glance, except for the three of his own people beside him, he could no longer see the color of his black and blue clothes.

His heart sank, and it was estimated that everyone else had been sacrificed, Lao Feng waved his hand towards the bottom of the mountain and shouted: "Up!" How many can be slaughtered is a few! On one side, he jumped over to a few devils who were squatting in the bushes.

These are grenadier soldiers, since the fight to the Chinese battlefield has not been so close to the distance and the eight roads have been photographed, just now the flesh and blood flying, the scene of people turning over on their backs scared these devils stupid, looking at a bloody, red eyes of the eight roads, fierce gods came over, shocked that the legs were weak!

The military uniform on his body was torn into strips of cloth, smoky, smoked, roasted, mixed with the blood of the devil and himself, this face and body looked quite scary, otherwise how could the devil be shocked! Lao Feng doesn't leave time for the devil to reminisce, the bayonet in his hand doesn't care about his face or chest, he stabs it all the time, the four devils fall three, and there is still one clever one left, he was hit with a bayonet on his buttocks, and he ran away with a high jump!

snatched the grenadier in the devil's hand, felt out a projectile, and aimed at the devils who had just stood up at the foot of the mountain, Lao Feng pressed down the trigger, and released 4 in one go, almost flat end of the grenadier, and the recoil shook Lao Feng's chest as if it was about to be pierced!

The projectile flew straight over, and what kind of parabola was it, it just hit the devil and exploded! The largest area of wreckage that was blown up by the hit devil is the size of a palm!

I couldn't touch the projectile anymore, Lao Feng pointed to the group of devils who were still holding their heads and dodging around, and the four guns of the four people were like a cannonball, and they crashed over!

The devil's machine gunner finally understood that the taste was coming, and he shook the machine gun to find the shadow of the Eighth Road, but there was no black and blue Eighth Route uniform! This is not to blame the devil machine gunner, Lao Feng's homespun military uniform on their bodies had long been torn in the battle, and the military hat had long been lost without knowing where it had been lost, with a bare head and a naked upper body, blood and mud and sweat mixed together, and black and red marks on the skin and flesh.

After this round of non-existent geographical killing, the devils who were driven down from the hillside could no longer support it, and after more than a dozen devils let these crazy eight-way stab and poke down, the remaining devils dropped their rifles in their hands, and the girl ran towards the valley.

Seeing that the devil had finally retreated, Lao Feng's hands began to tremble, and the wounds on his thighs and arms also ached violently, his eyes were black for a while, and his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

He turned his head to look at the only companion who could still stand with his gun, and the two warriors who were holding the devil together and swallowing their breath, swallowing and spitting, his chapped lips moved, and he was dizzy, even if he bit his tongue, it still didn't work, and Lao Feng fell tired and fell on the blood-stained grass all at once.

The sound Zuihou heard before he fell unconscious was the hissing of shells in the air, and the rhythmic firing of bullets from the devil's machine gun. He closed the scarred soldier holding his rifle and saw a sneer on his face before the fire and smoke disappeared!