The Japanese 1st Division's attack on the Hourglass Tip was unusually resolute, and the bomber group of the Air Force also gave up support for the Matsuura Division, and instead cooperated with the reinforcements of the 1st Division to carry out wanton and indiscriminate bombardment of the Hourglass Sharp Nationalist position.

The 344th Regiment of the 58th Division encountered an unprecedented crisis.

"Little Japan on dog days, the artillery fire is really fucking fierce."

Chen Chuanjun sat up from the trench, shook off the dust on his head and body vigorously, and then cursed hatefully.

Chen Chuanjun, one of the three brigade commanders of the 74th Division in the future, was only the commander of the L Battalion of the 344th Regiment at this time, but he had already shown the style of daring to fight and fight, and he belonged to the more than a dozen battalion commanders of the 58th Division.

"Be careful." The guards suddenly pounced and threw Chen Chuanjun to the ground.

So even though the bullets hit the ground with a popping sound, Chen Chuanjun looked out of the corner of his eye, only to see that two bullets suddenly appeared in front of him and splashed a band of smoke and dust on the ground, which quickly stretched along the trench to this side, at this moment, Chen Chuanjun suddenly regretted a little, he knew that he should have spent more effort and effort to dig the trench into a zigzag, and the trench was to be dug into a zigzag, and the dive strafing of the small Japanese bomber was basically no threat.

Unlike now, small Japanese bombers were able to reap several lives per strafing shot.

Chen Chuanjun vaguely heard a muffled snort from the guard, and when the little Japanese bomber swooped and flew away, Chen Chuanjun quickly turned over and sat up to inspect the guard's injuries, but found that the guard had been hit by several bullets on his back, and the blood was soaked in the uniform.

The guards were so weak that they couldn't speak, and they only looked at Chen Chuanjun silently crying.

After only a moment, the guard's eyes slowly dispelled, and his breathing stopped, Chen Chuanjun sighed and stretched out his hand to gently caress the guard's face, and the guard's dazed eyes closed forever.

Chen Chuanjun cleaned up his mood for a while, then raised his head and shouted: "Brothers, all lean over." ”

More than a dozen remnants leaned towards Chen Chuanjun's side, including a seriously wounded man, his abdomen was cut open by the fragments of a small Japanese shell, and his intestines were dripping down, because the medical soldier had been killed, the wounded man casually stuffed his intestines into the gap with his own hands, and then took a belt and stabbed it, and returned to the position.

"Is there anyone else who can breathe?" Chen Chuanjun couldn't help but look miserable when he saw this, a full battalion of more than 500 officers and soldiers, but now there are only a dozen remnants left, and all of them are wounded, how can this battle be fought?

"Camp, little Japan is coming up again," a remnant shouted, pointing in front of him.

Chen Chuanjun turned around when he heard the sound, about a thousand meters away, at least one squadron of Japanese troops had already opened a sparse skirmish line, and was pressing over with bright bayonets.

Chen Chuanjun trembled and took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and there was still a cigarette left in it.

Lighting a cigarette from a burning dead tree along the trench, Chen Chuanjun took a big puff, choked by the spicy smoke, and the misery in his heart faded slightly, and when he turned around, he saw more than a dozen remnants of soldiers looking at him dumbly, Chen Chuanjun unloaded the cigarette that he had smoked two puffs from his mouth and handed it to a remnant soldier beside him.

More than a dozen remnants of the soldiers took turns smoking the cigarette almost greedily, including a little soldier who was not yet sixteen years old, the little soldier was obviously smoking for the first time in his life, choked on the spicy smoke and coughed, coughing tears and snot flowing together, Chen Chuanjun and a dozen remnants of the soldiers hahadaxiao.

In the midst of the laughter, little Japan got closer, and even the loud yelling of the little Japanese officer could be heard.

Chen Chuanjun took out the box cannon, opened the nose of the machine, and waited for three or four seconds, Chen Chuanjun suddenly jumped up from the trench, and the box cannon was a long point shot, while tearing out his throat and yelling: "Hit, hit Lao Tzu hard"

More than a dozen remnants raised their rifles and fired at the front, and the only remaining Czech light machine gun also opened fire violently, and the machine gunner was the seriously wounded man whose intestines had been beaten out, and half a magazine was fired, and a bullet suddenly came from the front, hitting the brow of the seriously wounded man, and a cloud of blood suddenly bloomed behind the machine gunner's head, and then the whole person suddenly straightened up, and after a moment fell straight back.

Of course, a dozen rifles were not enough to stop the charge of small Japan, and soon, more than 100 Japanese soldiers flooded into the position of the national army, Chen Chuanjun roared and rushed forward with box guns, and more than a dozen remnants also roared, jumping out of the trench with bayonets to meet the little Japan, and a fierce white-knuckle fight began in two strokes.

Of course, more than a dozen remnants were not the opponents of more than 100 Japanese soldiers, only a moment of effort, more than a dozen remnants were killed by the little Japanese, Chen Chuanjun was also stabbed in the leg, and was forced to a dead end by several Japanese soldiers, Chen Chuanjun smiled fiercely, quietly stretched his hand to the back waist, and quietly pulled the fuse of the bundle of grenades behind him.

Just when Chen Chuanjun was about to die with Little Japan, there was a sudden sound of gunfire behind him, and he vaguely heard the voice of the regiment commander Chen Shizheng: "Brothers, fight Lao Tzu, fight to death"

Chen Chuanjun was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he quickly took out the cluster grenade behind him and threw it forward, and the six or seven Japanese soldiers who were smiling cruelly and forced over were taken aback, and turned around and fell to the ground without thinking, and the cluster grenade was only thrown more than ten meters away before it exploded, and the huge air wave lifted Chen Chuanjun away, and the whole person hit the trench wall like a sack, and Chen Chuanjun had already closed his breath before he landed.

When Chen Chuanjun woke up again, the back and forth of the position was already full of his own people.

When Chen Shizheng appeared in front of him, Chen Chuanjun couldn't control himself anymore, and he began to cry as soon as his mouth was flattened, crying loudly like a wolf: "Tuanzuo, Tuanzuo, hey, all the brothers are gone, there is no one left, all of them are gone, Tuanza, Tuanza, whoop......"

Chen Shizheng was also miserable in his heart, it was only less than two hours, and there were only Chen Chuanjun and a bare-pole battalion commander left with more than 500 people in a full battalion, if he hadn't rushed over in time with the guard company, I was afraid that even Chen Chuanjun, the bare-pole battalion commander, would have been gone, even in the original battle of Songhu, the 344th regiment had not been beaten so badly.

Chen Shizheng's 344th Regiment was really beaten miserably this time, the L battalion blocking the front was all wiped out, the battalions and the 3rd battalion on the left and right flanks were also killed and wounded, and the regimental men, grooms, signal soldiers, and staff officers were also armed, all of which were enriched to the front line, and the guard company as the Zuihou reserve has also been put into battle.

"Alright, stop crying." Chen Shizheng trembled in distress, but his tone was still as cold and hard as usual, "Lao Tzu is not dead yet, what is the mourning?" After speaking, he was particularly angry, kicked Chen Chuanjun again, and then scolded, "You know crying, like a girl, why did Lao Tzu pick you to be the commander of the L battalion?" ”

Before the words fell, a short scream suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Watch out." Chen Chuanjun pounced and threw Chen Shizheng to the ground, even though it was a deafening explosion.

The artillery bombardment of the little Japanese was particularly violent, and the shells fell on the position of the 344th Regiment as if they did not want money, and in just a few moments, the defensive position of the 344th Regiment was completely enveloped in gunsmoke, and in the thick smoke of gunpowder, from time to time bursts of dazzling red light, and then there was hot mud and sand flying into the sky.

Nagami Juntoku was really ruthless this time, and ordered the mountain artillery brigade to shoot all the shells.

At this time, it was less than two hours before dark, and Nagami Toshitoku had already realized that there was not much time left for the Matsuura Division, and if he could not solve the opposite Nationalist army before dark, the situation would be very difficult, because after dark, the Japanese aviation and artillery would become decorations, and the situation would change in favor of the Nationalist army.