The battle finally began, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese artillery began to test-fire, first sporadic small-caliber mortars, and after a while, the devil's four Type 92 infantry artillery groups began to fire in a salvo, and countless shells planted patches of orange and scorching fire forests on the hills occupied by our side, and the heat wave on the purgatory-like position was scorching, and the falling rain was instantly atomized, and the white land was white.

The soldiers hid in the anti-artillery holes, and everyone's hearts were disturbed by the sound of explosions, and they were twisted together like twisted flowers. A whole group of shells flew over the heads of the fighters, and they exploded not far away, and it was impossible to tell which target the devil was shooting. The small patch of dwarf cypress trees in front of the position had long since been blown away, leaving a small section of branches, revealing white miserable white stubble.

The fortifications built by the brothers with stones and earth were long gone, and the trenches that were more than half a man deep were mostly filled with dirt from the explosion of shells. The intensity of the artillery fire made the soldiers in the cave like riding a boat, shaking upside down and sitting unsteadily, and the long-lasting loud noise was really terrifying for everyone.

Probably because of the artillery attack in the morning and the long-term fire coverage at noon, it may have broken the mind of the company's communicators, this guy actually rushed out of the anti-artillery hole in the face of artillery fire, and without holding it, the person jumped to the edge of the ditch, it was really miserable, a few shells fell and just tore him to pieces, a thigh torn off by the skin of the shells, with the air waves flew into the sky, crossed a graceful arc and fell down the mountain.

Later, taking advantage of the interlude of the shelling, Lianli organized people to go down to look for his remains, but there was not even a small piece of cloth to be found except for the thigh, and the seventeen-year-old messenger seemed to be in a ceremony composed of fireworks. Melt into this little gutter with the smoke and flames!

This time, the little devils used all kinds of artillery of 60 mm caliber and above reinforced equipment of their fast mountain troops, as well as grenadier units deployed at the front line of the attack. Bombardment of my small gutter position; There was a sea of fire on the mountain. The strange "click" of the enemy's heavy machine guns and light machine guns enveloped the Mizokou position, and the devil's firepower reached its highest climax since today's attack.

On the position, the soldiers of the special training battalion rushed out of the anti-artillery hole in the rain of locusts and began to resist the attack of the devils on the position that was almost razed to the ground. Every minute, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had to endure one or even several death threats, and almost all the war dead kept the same direction, facing the direction of the devils attacking at the bottom of the mountain!

In the morning's battle, the deputy company commander, who had already been lightly wounded in many places, died heroically in a counter-charge, and the enemy's heavy machine gun bullets swept him in two. The blood of the martyrs had accumulated in a large puddle under his body, and the pieces of flesh that had fallen off were mixed with muddy water, and they couldn't be gathered!

The soldiers could not bear to be devastated by the artillery fire again, and rushed out of the bunker to retrieve the body of the deputy company commander at the risk of death, for which the two little soldiers also lay on this blood-soaked land forever. The second platoon position led by the instructor was the forward position of the entire defensive front of the small gutter, and after the earthen ditch that was still there in the early morning was collapsed by shells, the mouth of the ditch became a platform facing the enemy on three sides.

A reinforced squadron of the Japanese army launched a continuous group charge to the position, and the fighters of the special training camp did not have a respite at all, and the enemy, who attacked in turns, broke through the defense line of the second platoon for a while. The instructor was the first to rush into the enemy group with his bayonet, and he stabbed down three devil shooters who tried to set up machine guns. But he was eventually stabbed in the abdomen by the enemy because he was shot in the leg, and his intestines flowed out. But this student soldier from Qingyuan County, Baoding, who came out of the teaching team, actually dragged his bloody intestines and pounced on a stunned devil squad leader, and pulled the grenade pinned to his waist! Who said that students can only move their pens and mouths!

The rest of the second platoon, led by the instructor, all fought their way out of the trenches, and the bright bayonets burst out in the rain. The commander of the second platoon, who rushed to the front, was already red-eyed at this moment, and his mouth was wide open in anger, but there was no sound at all, and the anger had made him hoarse, and this determination to die flashed like a flame in the eyes of him and the soldiers behind him.

The enemy is cowardly in the face of this almost frantic counter-charge! I can't hold it anymore! Escape down the mountain and retreat! But the support fire under the hillside behind the devils ruthlessly exercised their rights, along with their own defeated soldiers and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who rushed down, all of them were included in the firing range!

After several rounds of strafing, this ugly utilitarian bullet deprived the lives of dozens of enemy soldiers, and also ended the furious lives of more than a dozen soldiers of the Eighth Route Army!

The first and third rows of soldiers on the high ground on both sides watched helplessly, angrily and desperately, as the despicable devils shot their comrades down the hillside with this method of killing them along with their own people!

The squadron leader of the Japanese army, who was also red-eyed, ordered the heavy machine guns that were still turning their muzzles to force these militaristic victims to turn around and face an even more brutal death again. There are no more living people in the position of the second platoon!

The soldiers of the first and third rows hid in the anti-artillery holes and trenches, watching the devils who were getting closer and closer to the position at the mouth of the ditch, the rifles in their hands were wet with sweat in their palms, and the air in the positions on the high ground was as tense as the positions of the second row, and the soldiers all lay down on the edge of the holes and positions, looking at the positions of the ditches nervously.

The deputy platoon commander of a platoon was the first to lose his breath, and shouted with two big blood-red eyes that he wanted to bring a few people over to support, but the young former militia captain had been wounded in the first shelling of the devils in the morning, and one leg was now almost dragged to the ground.

Anyone knows that at this moment, the brothers in the second platoon are most looking forward to reinforcements, but they can't fulfill their simplest wish! From the mouth of the ditch to the high ground on both sides, there is a slope more than 100 meters long, and the people on the high ground at this distance of 100 meters will be wiped out by the enemy's suppressive fire as soon as they come out of the trench, and the high ground on both sides itself is under the bombardment of the devil's artillery fire, and it is necessary to guard against the troops of the devil's detour to the ditch.

The soldiers on the high ground hated themselves in their hearts, and the order to hold their positions weighed down everyone like a mountain! The only thing that could be done was to send some side-fire support to the brethren in the second platoon with machine guns that were also trembling under artillery fire, and the soldiers of the first and third platoons wondered if this would be useful to the few remaining brethren in the second platoon, but at least it was not in vain!

The success or failure of a war is often decided in an instant! And this moment is what it takes countless soldiers to forge with blood! The appearance of this moment is entirely dependent on the courage of the soldiers to the death and the resourcefulness of facing the enemy. In an instant, in the blink of an eye, the devil's squad rushed to the position of the second platoon! The two wounded armies were entangled in an instant.

At this moment, the firepower of the enemy and us also stopped suddenly, whether it was the devil artillery in the basin or the side-firing fire of our army on the high ground, everyone was looking at the small area at the mouth of the ditch, waiting for the bloom of the bloody flower of death that was about to fly in the blink of an eye!

Maybe in the subconscious of all the soldiers, they hope to see this face-to-face fight between the two armies, everyone is like this, the reason is not clear, maybe it is the wildness hidden in human nature, maybe it is the kind of blood as a soldier, no one has time to delve into the so-called consciousness of the soldiers at this moment, because the sound of fighting, screams, dull and short grenade explosions, has enveloped that hundreds of square meters of land!

The soldiers of the second platoon jumped up from the gravel and loess, and used all the weapons they could catch to fight hand-to-hand with the devils who came up, and in the blink of an eye, they disrupted the enemy's position, so that all the devil soldiers couldn't distinguish between a squad and a squad, and they were all fighting on their own!

At a distance of more than 100 meters, the people on the high ground could not clearly hear the low roars and scolding caused by the bloody battle of the soldiers in the second platoon, but through the faint rain and fog, the sight could be seen, but this extremely tragic charge was unusually clear in the eyes of the people.

In the hand-to-hand combat of the second platoon, the people on the high ground could only see the figures jumping up and down covered with a cloud of water vapor, and the sharp cold light of the exposed bayonets and machetes flashed, and the flashes that burst out from time to time represented that another soldier pulled a grenade and died with the devil!

Finally, the fog got bigger, and I couldn't see the situation at Mizoguchi anymore, and the faint gunfire intensified again!

It was the deputy platoon commander who dragged a wounded leg and shouted to inform the soldiers of some accurate information, and the chief of staff sent the reserve to help the second platoon kill the enemy and hold the position. (To be continued......)