In just three minutes, more than 300 soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms with the sun on their guns quickly rushed towards the position under the cover of artillery fire.

Jun Cao half-knelt on the ground, constantly pulling the trigger, sweeping the active fire points of the Zhina. Mortar gunners began to look for the best firing position to provide cover for the advancing soldiers.

The Chinese soldiers, hidden in the semi-inclined plane, began to gallop like a position, and the lieutenant was very imposing, and soon took control of the entire position.

In the face of the rapid march of the Japanese army and the suppression of firepower, the lieutenant chose a ceasefire, and all the soldiers lay in the trenches with peace of mind, the steel helmets tightly protected their brains, and the bullets whizzed over the steel helmets.

The Japanese commander was overwhelmed, but there was nothing wrong with attacking. Drew his sharp saber, and in the sun, it showed a dazzling light.

"Gambare!"

"Grenade ready!" The lieutenant shouted.

"Thirty-five meters." Sergeant Okai quickly reported the parameters.

"Put!" The lieutenant was the first to throw the grenade out of his hand.

With the lieutenant's order, a thunderstorm flew out of the position, and the leading Japanese shozo was immediately blown into the sky, and the yellow military uniform accompanied by blood was scattered all over the ground.

In front of the position, there was blood, shrapnel, soldiers' limbs, and scattered 38 covers.

Sergeant Okai looked at his results with a smug face, he was the first to report to the lieutenant just now, and his grenade was the most accurate, killing at least four or five people.

"Hit!" One of the recruits shouted for joy to his feet. "Grass!" The veteran jumped up in a frenzy and pounced on the recruit, and the fatal bullet hit the veteran.

The recruit wanted to cry a few words, but he didn't have a chance, because the enemy had already come up, and he was going to take over and bring his veteran soldiers to battle.

The mortars of the little devils are very ghostly, and they can always fall into the trenches and take the lives of several soldiers. The snipers are always looking for opportunities, but the mortarists of the little devils seem to be wary and are constantly changing positions.

Two machine gun points have already been lost, and several machine guns have been broken, and it must be a problem to go on like this.

The lieutenant clenched his fist at himself, struck, stretched out two fingers and made a quick gesture, and then made a decapitation motion.

A series of dazzling movements, none of the people around Okai understood.

But Okai quickly made a sign language exchange, and then the man had already jumped out of the trench.

"Lieutenant, were you dancing the gods just now?" One of the recruits beside the lieutenant asked, puzzled.

"Fart, hurry up and cover him, what we did just now was the battlefield sign language invented by the Southwest Army, what I just meant was that I went up to kill the mortar man, and you covered me."

Okai's body went out of the trench, and half of his life was lost, and the bullets of the little devil's sharp soldiers were not bragging, and they fell to Okai's side one by one.

Okai continued to churn around the crater, and finally recruited a large tree to use as cover.

Four hundred and fifty meters, mortar positions of devils, mortar crews four.

The devil's observer hand is holding a telescope to correct parameters, pull the bolt, and shoot.

With one shot, the devil's observer fell on his back. Then there were machine guns, and the mortar positions of the little devils were completely eliminated. But he also ushered in a tragic revenge.

The Japanese machine guns fired at the tree as if they had gone crazy, and the tree was covered with large sawdust.

After knocking out the mortar positions of the Japanese army, the Japanese army had no desire to attack, after all, the Chinese positions in front did not need them, so the Japanese army quickly retreated.

"One platoon and one squad stayed, two platoons and one squad stayed, under the command of the first platoon commander, and the other soldiers quickly retreated." The lieutenant loudly announced the order from the position.

"The platoon leader is injured." A platoon of soldiers was pulling back in a long row with bandages on their heads.

"That's under the command of the second platoon commander, and the others immediately retreated with me, and the little devil's cannon is about to start again." Lieutenant shouts loudly.

Under the command of the lieutenant, all the soldiers ran along the trenches, bent over, and ran quickly, and before they had run far, the infantry of the little devils began to fire again.

Each division of the first division in Japan has its own artillery wing directly under it.

The artillery bombardment that covered the sky and the sun was much stronger than the shelling just now, and the artillery of various calibers smashed on the position like hailstone, destroying the position very badly.

The shelling lasted for two hours, and the entire position was covered with shrapnel and craters everywhere.

The lieutenant quickly swung his arm, held his gun, and quickly rushed to the position with Okai and the others.

Compared to the tentative attack of the little devils in the first round, this time it is definitely a real hand-to-hand combat.

The commander of the Ninth Division, Ryosuke Yoshizumi, looked at the situation on the front line painfully, and he kept thinking about a question, whether there was a problem with water and soil.

Otherwise, what kind of soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire with strong combat effectiveness would not have fought as long as they went from the northern battlefield to the southern battlefield?

It took more than thirty-six hours to attack the position in front of him before he took the enemy's three positions, and what was even more miserable was that more than 2,000 imperial soldiers had fallen to the ground.

The Japanese army only has more than 20,000 people in a division of the first division, which means that it has already lost one-tenth of its troops here, and if it continues like this, even if it can defeat the regular army of China on the opposite side, its losses will be extremely heavy.

"It's an iron shell in front of you, and you won't be able to open it for a while, but this is a swamp, let the soldiers go over and try it, they won't think we dare to go there." Ryosuke Yoshizumi said with a frown.

"Yes!" At the beginning of the war, the execution of the Japanese soldiers was very strong, not to mention the swamps, even if it was a mine array, the soldiers dared to wade through.

"How can I be as incompetent as that coward of Gu Shoufu." In the eyes of the Japanese, the 6th and 9th Divisions were very capable troops.

In particular, Gu Shoufu was a myth in the eyes of Japanese soldiers to a certain extent, but in the Battle of Nanjing, he fought very badly, and Gu Shoufu was surrounded by the Chinese troops and almost died in battle for a time.

Yoshizumi Ryosuke also laughed at Tani Shoufu for being incompetent, but when it was his turn, his performance was even inferior to Tani Shoufu, so Yoshizumi Ryosuke felt very uncomfortable.

"General, no, there was news just now, Gu Shoufu has arrived in Mingguang City, and we are lagging behind." The chief of staff said at a trot.

"Yaga! Order the soldiers to charge me, if you can't take the position, the commander will cut the stomach. Yoshizumi Ryosuke shouted angrily.

The soldiers were aware of Yoshizumi's anger and carried out his deployment with all their might, and in the swamp, hundreds of soldiers died in the natural environment, but finally broke through the Chinese soldiers' defenses.

The Chinese troops quickly contracted the line and retreated.

The Ninth and Sixth Divisions have made great progress, but the life of the Third Division is very sad, and Cai Tingkai of the 27th Army of the 33rd Group Army in the southwest is not afraid of the Japanese at all. Absolutely every inch of land was to be contested, not a single position was given, and he even dared to carry out a counter-charge against the Japanese army's third division.

Cai Tingkai begged Du Yuming for several days to find such a good task, Du Yuming led the troops to defend Bengbu, and he led an army to fight independently.

In the Fengyang generation, the Japanese army's third division was blocked, the third division has undergone reconstruction, the soldiers' combat effectiveness is not good, and the losses in the battle of Songhu are so big, this time it was blocked by Cai Tingkai's 27th Army in the Fengyang generation, and it was really unlucky to go home.