Chapter 203: Fierce Battle on White Stone Mountain

Yuan Jinghao's choice of blocking position is good, very discerning, this is a natural barrier, the defensive troops, can take advantage of the condescending advantage, and the natural formation of the hidden point, to the attacking devils, with the greatest damage.

On the position, there were scenes of fierce battles everywhere, the devils launched group charges again and again, Yuan Jinghao put the troops of three brigades on the frontal blocking position, and left a brigade of reserves in his hand, no matter how fierce the battle was in front, the reserves in his hand never let go.

After the devil's charge was repulsed, an overwhelming artillery bombardment followed, countless shells, screaming, fell on the position, and the defensive positions of the four detachments were covered with thick smoke, dust, and rubble, and from time to time the corpses of soldiers were thrown high.

Listening to the sound of artillery, the little devils have no heavy artillery, they are all Type 92 infantry guns and mortars, but the victory lies in the large number, the devil artillery of the two divisions together exceeds the number of artillery of the four detachments.

Despite this, the artillery brigade of the four detachments still tried their best to start an artillery battle with the devil's artillery, and the scorching metal projectiles were staggered in the air, whistling past, and the high-explosive shells developed by Wang Xu's equipment research institute exerted their power at this time, and the shells of the same Type 92 infantry guns exploded, causing several times more lethality to the devil's artillery.

Thanks to these artillery, the four detachments were able to withstand the group charge of the devils, but the artillery brigade also suffered casualties and equipment damage, and they were at a disadvantage in numbers, and the devil artillery was several times their own barely tied.

After the shelling stopped, the positions of the four detachments were already unrecognizable, the soldiers climbed out of the dust, they knew very well that the devils were going to attack again, and there were more devils in this charge than every time, on a two-kilometer-wide front, the strength of a wing was deployed at one time, and the figure of the devils was yellow and pressed, covering the entire hillside.

There was a dead silence on the battlefield, only the smoke of gunpowder was gradually blown away by the autumn wind, the stump that was still burning with embers, the smoke was curling, the footsteps of thousands of devils charged, and the chaotic knocking on the earth, this formation, the faint of heart, could be frightened and fainted, there were too many devils.

There were still a hundred meters away from here, and there was still no gunfire on the opposite side, the devils straightened their waists, and the speed of the charge accelerated, and suddenly, the deathly silent position, the volcano erupted like a resurrection, and the charging devils were like a wave of the ocean, slamming into the reef, and in an instant, they were shattered and turned into broken waves.

After many such charges, the positions of the four detachments remained immovable, and in terms of combat effectiveness, the four detachments should be the weakest among the four main detachments of the Bloody Hand Regiment, but in the uninterrupted and fierce battles of Tongguò, the new fighters became old soldiers, and the old soldiers became killers of devils, and those who were timid and cowardly were already lying on the ground ploughed by shrapnel, and it was said that there was a strange phenomenon on the battlefield, and all cowards, bullets and shells would be the first to find him.

The charging devil, with a brute bravery and a head poisoned by the spirit of bushido, finally captured a defensive position, which was a commanding height, and by capturing it, he could threaten a large section of the nearby defensive position, and wedge a nail into the defense line of the four detachments.

In Tang Qiuli's telescope, that high ground has entered hand-to-hand combat, and the devils who are several times larger than the defenders are entangled with the soldiers, and here in the headquarters, it seems that the sonorous sound of bayonets colliding, the blades entering the body and the screams of the dying can be heard.

Tang Qiuli secretly screamed badly, if this commanding height is lost, the position is in danger of being fully broken through, he didn't have time to think about it, he turned around and was about to rush out of the hidden department, he was held down by Zhao Yuhe and several guards, since he was seriously injured last time, he was no longer allowed to go to the forward position, this is the common request of all the soldiers and commanders of the Bloody Hand Regiment.

He was so anxious that he turned around and lay on the lookout, nervously looking at the situation of the battle on the high ground, more and more devils rushed to the position, and the nearby positions were fighting fiercely with the devils, and they couldn't distinguish their strength to support them, the soldiers fell one by one, Tang Qiuli finally saw that there was a loud noise that shook the sky, and on the battlefield where the guns and cannons roared, they could all be heard clearly, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the last soldier on the position pulled a bunch of explosives, and died with the devils.

Tang Qiuli's heart was violently impacted, a feeling of blood and tears filled his chest, what a brave warrior, it was gone like this, and everyone in the hidden department was shocked by this tragic scene.

A plaster flag, raised on the high ground, in the autumn afternoon sun, particularly dazzling, the devils on the battlefield, a burst of cheers, there are even devils, wolf howl singing military songs.

Suddenly, their cheers turned into shouts of terror, a swarm of shells, raining down on the high ground, and the sudden shelling threw the corpses of the devils into the air, and in an instant, the position was covered with howling shells, shrouded in the steel of death.

When the artillery battle was in full swing, the artillery brigades of the four detachments gave a sudden blow to the devils, which required a great risk, and at the most critical juncture of the artillery battle with the devils, they would weaken the frontal forces and bear greater pressure from the devils' artillery.

The shelling did not stop, a group of soldiers, following the explosion point of the shells, rushed to the high ground, the remaining devils, by this sudden new force, killed and wounded everywhere, a few legs fast, even rolling and crawling retreat, by the dense rain of bullets, into a sieve, the position changed hands in an instant, and returned to the hands of the four detachments, the precarious situation, was charged, the defensive position, re-consolidated.

Tang Qiuli breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat on his head, it was really dangerous, the charging devils were repulsed, and in front of the position, there were more than a thousand corpses of devils, and the injured devils were wailing there.

The battlefield fell silent, Tang Qiuli breathed a breath of air full of gunsmoke, his heart was not relaxed, the sun was like frozen in the sky, he couldn't feel its movement, there were still more than two hours before it got dark, during this time, I don't know how many times the devil would attack?

He found that Xiao Ling didn't know when, she had left here, he asked Shanhu, saying that Xiao Ling went to the temporary field hospital and commanded the rescue of the wounded, Tang Qiuli knew Xiao Ling's character very well, she would not be in a relatively safe field hospital, she must have gone to the front line, helped the ambulance team, and went down to rescue the wounded, and he was more worried in his heart.

Yuan Jinghao rushed into the hidden part covered in gunpowder smoke and dust, and he was still carrying a bayonet with a bloody thirty-eight gun in his hand, his face was blackened by gunsmoke, Tang Qiuli understood at a glance that this guy might have gone to the front line.

Seeing the commander staring at him with stern eyes, Yuan Jinghao smiled embarrassedly, just now, at a critical juncture in the form of the highlands, he rushed forward with the detachment guard squadron, he saw with his own eyes that on the battlefield, the heroic feats of the soldiers who died with the devils, the blood in his heart was completely activated.

Carrying a 38 gun, he fought with the devil with the bayonet, the guard squadron leader blocked in front of him, protected him, and was kicked away by him a few times, a devil soldier Cao, the spear is a stab, rushing to his chest, he took out the gun to block, while the devil lost his balance, a bayonet, this devil army Cao to the heart.

Before he could find the next target, the soldiers of the guard squadron had already protected him tightly in the middle, and they never had the opportunity to slaughter a few devils with their own hands, so for this, he also shouted to remove the guard squadron leader.

Looking at the corpses of devils everywhere, he still didn't feel relieved, and his heart ached for a while, he had a detachment of more than 40 excellent soldiers, all of whom were sacrificed on this high ground, even if they used the lives of more than 400 devils, they couldn't exchange for the soldiers who had already sacrificed.

Tang Qiuli continued to stare at him, not taking his eyes off, Yuan Jinghao's heart was furious, the commander didn't look young, but everyone was afraid of him, especially when he was very strict and didn't speak, under Tang Qiuli's gaze, Yuan Jinghao retreated little by little, wanting to use the excuse to inspect the position and take the opportunity to slip away.

Suddenly, he burst into a daze, and the commander's criticism had already descended on him: "Yuan Jinghao, are you tired of being the captain of the detachment, okay, you can go to the squadron leader or the detachment leader, then there are more opportunities to kill devils, remember, you are the detachment leader responsible for the lives of more than 10,000 soldiers, not a member of the death squad, your command position is here, if you are found to have left your post without permission and charged with a bayonet, this detachment leader will not do it, I will change people"

Yuan Jinghao was so trained by Tang Qiuli that he didn't dare to say anything, he also wondered, why is the commander's temper so big today, in fact, in Tang Qiuli's heart, there is a hidden fear, these old partners who follow him, he doesn't want anyone to be in danger or accidents, everyone will be a unique general in the future, and the danger after the accident is a loss and distress that he can't bear.

Including the closest people, such as Xiao Ling, he was worried, he asked the mountain tiger to protect Xiao Ling, but the mountain tiger was dead-hearted, saying that he was ordered by the commanders of the command headquarters, in the battle, he must not leave the commander an inch and protect the absolute safety of the commander, he does not dare to disobey the collective order.

Later, he was even frightened and coaxed, and the mountain tiger finally went, no, Yuan Jinghao came to lead the charge again, and he sent out all the anger at once.

After the devil's charge was repulsed this time, he did not organize a large-scale attack, but only sent a small force to keep in touch with the four detachments, and tried to attack from time to time, but was quickly repulsed, except for scattered gunfire, the mountain roared like a tsunami, and the battlefield that had spasmed all day fell silent, and the sun gradually set in the west.

The devil's abnormal approach aroused the vigilance of Zhao Yuhe, chief of staff, and he reported his analysis to Tang Qiuli: "Commander, judging from the total strength of the devils, these casualties have not caused them to be greatly damaged, and the devils have adopted the tactics of attacking in waves with small units, the purpose of which is to attract us here and win time for the arrival of the devil's follow-up troops."

Zhao Yuhe's judgment was completely correct, and now, Army General Minamijiro, commander of the Kwantung Army, was smiling happily in the war room of the Kwantung Army Headquarters, facing a large group of high-ranking Japanese generals.

(To be continued)

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