In the end, Sun Cripple fought for the first place, leading the first battalion and the second company for fifteen minutes, and all the people were covered in sweat, as if they had just been fished out of the water. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info As soon as they set up their position, the shadow of the people's army appeared on the top of the slope, and for a while there was silence up and down the slope, only a bayonet with a handle flashed with cold light.

Why was there a formation in the middle of the slope, everyone couldn't figure it out, and even Geng Zhengong argued with Qin Lang.

"It is necessary to break the kettle and not destroy this fifty-fourth brigade, the enemy is assembled, and we have no strength to deal with it. Tell all the soldiers that today is either the enemy or I die, and only one can get out of Santaipo. ”

Hearing these cold words, Geng Zhengong didn't dare to say anything more.

Indeed, this battle must be fought by a division, and in the past, it was always chosen to eat meat. This gave the people's army the illusion that the workers' and peasants' army would only attack by surprise, so they attacked unscrupulously. Only by breaking the bones of the people's army can Jinggangshan have a chance to breathe, otherwise the situation will be much more difficult.

The people up and down the slope confronted each other, and there was no sound other than heavy breathing.

The commander of the avant-garde battalion of the People's Army, only to feel that his throat was dry and his whole body was trembling, and he stretched out his hand to his waist, and then he heard a broken drink.

"Kill!"

For a moment, he only felt that the blood in his body was about to freeze, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't even walk.

"Thorn sting."

Lewis's strange voice suddenly exploded, and the hillside that was still quiet just now was instantly filled with cursing and screams.

In just ten seconds, the entire avant-garde battalion of the People's Army collapsed. Most people forgot to run away and even forgot to raise their hands, just holding their heads and howling hysterically.

The gunfire had just sounded, and the two civilian battalions that were reinforcing immediately quickened their pace, who knew that when they were one step away from the top of the slope, the workers' and peasants' army actually rushed over the ridge,

"Kill!"

Another fierce shout.

The two armies collided together, and the people's army, which did not have bayonets, suffered a great loss in an instant, and the soldiers in the front row had already fallen in a pool of blood before they could even howl.

"Get on the bayonet."

I don't know who made the heart-rending shout.

But it was too late, and the dense rain of bullets had already torn apart the entire array.

"Rush, don't stop, whose bayonet is white, Lao Tzu laughs at him as a grass chicken."

Sun's lame voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Resist, resist Lao Tzu. Take the ridge back. ”

Guo Ying shouted loudly.

He didn't expect the bandits to be so bold and dare to resist the regular army of the People's Army, and they also used such a desperate tactic. Today's victory depends on whose hands the ridge is, with his knowledge of the bandits, unless it is .......

"Figure out which unit they are?"

"You can see it clearly, the banner reads the 1st Division of the Workers' and Peasants' Army."

The signal soldier replied solemnly.

"Yu Sandu!"

Guo Ying laughed.

Huang Pusheng is good at everything, but the war is almost hot, and the First Army, which has taken them as the backbone, has suffered many defeats, and Commander-in-Chief Chang has made a suicidal joke.

"Tell the brethren that there are two or three thousand men on the other side, and that if you hold on, you will win."

However, with the courage of the horseman, as long as the impact is tired, it is the time for the 54th Brigade to attack.

It seemed to confirm Guo Ying's prediction, and after the workers' and peasants' army stormed for a while, they began to retreat towards the ridge.

"Catch up with them, you must retake the ridge, at all costs. The officers who have won are promoted by one level, and the junior officers are promoted by three ranks. ”

The people's army, which had already retreated again and again, immediately chased after them. This is called Lei Gong beating tofu, come to a soft place, who wouldn't pick up cheap!

"Hit!"

When the people's army was still seven or eight meters away from the ridge, the light machine guns and the fire nets organized by the flower machine, like the sickle of death, cut down the people in front in an instant. And the heavy machine guns also lost no time in blocking the back road, which made the civilian army on the hillside become an isolated island cut by bullets.

"Rush!"

The lame Sun shouted again.

The workers' and peasants' army, which had just retreated, once again appeared on the ridge and crushed the people's troops on the slope into powder with the momentum of Mount Tai. This is Qin Lang's magnet tactic, you retreat and I advance, you advance and I retreat.

"You are not allowed to retreat, whoever retreats will cut off his head."

Guo Ying was also red-eyed, and ordered the superintendent team to shoot, and some soldiers who did not die on the mountain fell into the hands of their own people. The rest quickly stopped, turned around and attacked the slope again.

"Put those people into the fourth battalion and continue the attack."

The commander of the 107th Regiment, who had always been anxious, immediately shouted hysterically:

"No, Travel, they are all brothers in Ganxi, no, Travel."

In troubled times, having a gun in his hand is the foundation of his foothold, and the 107th Regiment is the foundation that he has painstakingly managed for a long time, and the reason why Guo Ying did this is nothing more than to kill people with a knife, saving himself from competing with him for the position of brigade commander.

"Let the 108th Regiment prepare and charge behind the 4th Battalion."

Guo Ying didn't even look at him.

The bandits on the hill retreated behind the ridge again, and although the attack of the 107th Regiment was blocked, the opponent did not counterattack. It should have been killed twice, and there was no strength to organize a third time.

"Let the brigade headquarters pistol battalion press up, and the fourth battalion and the fifth battalion will fully cooperate."

Yuan Pengju was stunned for a moment, this is going to be desperate!

The pistol team was composed of all veterans, with a ten-ring Mauser in their hands and a "Chicago typewriter" on their backs, and their combat effectiveness was also a trump card in the entire Ninth Army.

"Brigadier Commander, just take a look!"

The commander of the pistol battalion straightened his chest.

After so many years of fighting, the 54th Brigade has gnawed hard bones, not big words, and really hasn't scared anyone!

"It's just a few bandits in the brigade, as for the blood?"

Yuan Pengju said cautiously.

"We must take the ridge, or the bandits will rush down, and our position will be in chaos. When the time comes, not to mention one pistol battalion, ten will only be able to run back. ”

When Guo Ying said this, he clenched his hands into fists and touched them a few times.

"We can only hit it hard, and if we don't hit the opposite side to pieces, we will be crushed."

Qin Lang couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the hillside, it was just a short twenty minutes, the slope was already full of people, and the withered yellow of the barren grass had disappeared, replaced by dark red.

"Order the third battalion to prepare for a surprise attack, and the fifty-fourth brigade must be defeated."

There is no market for sentimentality in war, if you don't kill others, you will be killed by others, and only the victor has the right to mercy.

"Tick."

The whistle modified from the bullet casing let out a terrible whistling.

In an instant, the battlefield that was still noisy just now became quiet again.

"Da-da-da-da."

Makqin's rough voice exploded suddenly, and the rhythm could still be heard at first. As more muzzles erupted flames, it became like a howl of the wind. The densely formed civilian army became a sieve in an instant, and when the grenade exploded in the air, all the remaining people could think of was to escape.

"Charge!"

Qin Lang said coldly.

War is not pleasant, especially when compatriots kill each other, only a kind of torn pain. But no one can avoid it, when one side becomes an obstacle to the other, what can be done is to eradicate the opponent as soon as possible, and the longer it drags on, the greater the damage to the country.

The pistol battalion of the 54th Brigade followed the 4th battalion. The 4th Battalion only lasted three minutes before the whole line collapsed, but this did not provoke the ridicule of the pistol battalion, and this stormy blow fell on his head, and there was only one way to escape.

The commander of the pistol battalion felt that his palms were full of sweat, which he had seen when he first went to the battlefield. I didn't expect that there would be that kind of creepiness on this small hillside today.

"Boom, boom."

The continuous explosion of grenades shrouded Santaipo in gunsmoke, which only relieved the people of the pistol battalion. As long as the people in the first four battalions are not dead, they are safe.

But in an instant, the explosion suddenly stopped. When the gray-blue smoke cleared, the commander of the pistol battalion realized that the workers' and peasants' army had rushed in front of him.

"Hit!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a bayonet shining with cold light stabbing from the oblique stab.

The commander of the pistol battalion flipped his hand and hit the man upside down. However, the subordinates around him were also unlucky, and two of them were knocked over by the scattered bullets. Although Thomson has strong firepower, it is easy to hurt his own people in hand-to-hand combat. Thinking of this, he drew the broadsword behind his back.

"Change the pistol and cut with a knife."

"Bang bang."

But at this moment, the smoke that had already dispersed became a little thicker, and several subordinates around him also fell to the ground screaming. It turned out that when the bandits rushed in front of them, they actually fired a row of guns.

"Brush!"

The commander of the pistol battalion slashed out, and the person in front of him didn't have time to see how he was injured, and when he turned his wrist knife into a horizontal slash, he forced back the workers and peasants who were close to him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he flipped his left hand, and ten Mauser fired continuously, knocking over the five or six people who rushed in front of him.

"Click!"

Soon the bullets ran out, and at this time there was no time to reload them, and rubbed Mauser back into his waist. He clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed the person in front of him again.

It's just that there was a strong wind suddenly coming from his lower back, and he didn't want to sink his hands down, so he picked up a bayonet, and just wanted to take the opportunity to fight back, but there was another cold light in front of him. With a flip of both wrists, the back of the knife slammed the bayonet again.

"Kill!"

After shouting, the big knife slashed downward, and the body of the person opposite was about to be halved. But when he was about to draw his long knife, he found the dying man, his hands tightly gripping the blade.

"Open."

The commander of the pistol battalion roared.

The long knife was withdrawn in an instant, but the soldier of the Workers' and Peasants' Army in front of him slowly fell forward with a smile.

Surprised, there was a sharp pain in the thigh.

"Shhh

The commander of the pistol battalion gasped in pain, the muscles in his legs tensed instantly, and the whole person immediately retreated.

"Poof!"

There was a muffled sound behind him, and a bloody bayonet suddenly appeared in front of him. The commander of the pistol battalion wanted to shout, but felt that something was blocking his throat.

"Whoosh."

The bayonet in front of him retracted into his chest, accompanied by dark red blood, and the commander of the pistol battalion fell heavily to the ground, and his own subordinates were already retreating.

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