A steady stream of soldiers rushed up from the positions behind, constantly replenishing the gaps in this weak defensive line, and after the devils stabilized their positions, the speed of the breakthrough began to slow down.

Now, it's a matter of whose patience and perseverance are more sufficient.

Fang Yan fired a shot at the devil who was outcropping in front of him, and then quickly cated down, and several bullets instantly hit the sandbag in front of him.

"Boom!"

A mortar shell hit the fortifications on the side, the two soldiers were lifted, the sandbags were torn, and the yellow sand was sprinkled on the dialect, and he didn't care about cleaning up, he got up and pounced on the position that had just been bombarded.

"Boom!"

Another mortar shell landed where it had just been, and the air wave pushed the dialect to the side, hitting the sandbag.

"How's it going, brother?" A soldier ran to Fang Yan and crouched down and fired a shot at the Japanese position, only to turn Fang Yan over and slap him on the cheek.

"Whew!"

Fang Yan's eyes refocused, he exhaled deeply, waved his hand at the soldier, pointed to his ear, and picked up his Type 95 rifle again.

After the shell exploded at close range, even if the person was not hit by shrapnel, the shock wave formed by the explosion would still cause great damage to the person's body, but fortunately it was in winter, and the clothes were thick, so the dialect only felt dizzy and tinnitus.

The soldier pulled the bolt of the 38 cover in his hand and fired a shot at the opposite position again, "Brother, how many devils have you killed?" ”

How many were killed?

Fang Yan's heart was also confused, he didn't know how many he had killed, he only knew that he kept running and shooting......

"Probably ......"

"Smack!"

The soldier crouching next to him fell straight down, and a bullet hit him in the head.

"I'm damn you!"

Fang Yan roared, stood up directly and shot at the devil, the rate of fire of the Type 95 rifle of 650 rounds completely reflected its horror, and directly pressed the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side to raise their heads.

"Ka, ka."

It wasn't until the sound of the thimble hitting the gun in his hand that the bloody color in Fang Yan's eyes began to dissipate, and he finally sat down.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground beside him, Fang Yan smoothed his eyes with his hand, sighed, took out a cigarette, and put it back.

Taking a sip from his water bottle, Fang Yan took out the few rifle drums left in his backpack, although he spared on using his own ammunition, usually using the scope to shoot single-shot, but now, there were only four left.

The NSA prepared 10 drums for him, that is, 750 rounds of ammunition, and now he has one on his body, and then 4 backpacks, which are already half used.

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Fang Yan reloaded the drum and pulled the bolt again.

……

The troops charged forward again, and the dialect followed behind, constantly using the advantages and accuracy of modern rifles to cover, but in the end, it was still in vain.

"Commander, withdraw! If you keep fighting, your brothers will be gone! The staff officer beside the regiment commander shouted with tears in his eyes.

"I'm a lost mother! You don't want to be a decrepit boy, you don't want to be a decrepit boy! The regiment commander grabbed the collar of his staff officer, and shouted with blood-red eyes, "Brothers, do you want to be a decrepit boy!" ”

No one answered him, because all told him with practical deeds, that is,

Hold on and don't retreat!

The dialect is the same, aiming at a devil, with a slight hook of his right hand, the devil falls.

The staff officer looked at the people around him, wiped a handful of tears, picked up the 38 big cover on the sandbag, and continued to shoot.

……

"Commander Lin, I was sent by my superiors for reinforcements." A major ran up to the regimental commander and said.

Regiment Leader Lin glanced sideways, and after shooting a shot with the 38 big cover, he retracted his body behind the sandbag.

"Are you afraid of death?" Captain Lin asked expressionlessly, and by the way, he pressed the bullet on his rifle.

"None of them are afraid of death!" The battalion commander fired a few shots at the devil's position, and also shrank down and shouted loudly.

"Then another charge!" Captain Lin shouted, "Everyone, get on the bayonet, trumpeter, blow the trumpet!" ”

"The trumpeter is dead." The staff officer said, then stood on top of the sandbag, raised his body, and blew the horn of attack.

Doodle da, doo, doo!

"Kill!"

All the soldiers roared, and launched an assault on the opposite devil's position, Fang Yan quickly moved forward, and made tactical evasion moves on the way, finding the opposite point of dense fire to shoot.

If there is anyone who Fang Yan is most grateful for now, it is definitely Yan Zhendong, if it weren't for his oppressive training, then he would no longer have any physical strength to fight at this time.

The soldiers of the national army began to approach the second line of the devil's position, and people continued to fall, and people continued to rush forward, and the anti-Japanese war in this era was like this, almost every victory was built with the flesh and blood of the Chinese people.

The tug-of-war of positions began again.

After using his rifle to knock out a devil who was trying to shoot, Fang Yan quickly moved to the outermost sandbag fortification and crouched down.

White-knuckle combat began, and since the Type 95 rifle was not equipped with a bayonet, the close-range penetration was too strong, and the dialect could only use a pistol to join the battlefield.

One shot knocked out a devil who was screaming and rushing towards him, and Fang Yan didn't dare to shoot at will, after all, it was still night, although there was a little fire, but if you didn't get closer, you couldn't tell who was the devil among the scufflers.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out behind Fang Yan, he quickly turned his head and pointed the muzzle of the gun, then moved to the side again, and looked at the ground, it was a devil, probably preparing to sneak attack from behind.

Fang Yan was afraid for a while, and nodded at Head Lin, but he didn't dare to relax a little, and looked around more vigilantly.

The national army and the devil fought together, and Fang Yan only needed to see the opportunity to fire a shot, and only after the second pistol magazine was empty, the position calmed down.

Fang Yan sat on the ground all of a sudden, and the long-term and high-intensity combat made him a little unable to hold on, physically and mentally exhausted.

"Hit the streets, good fight." Head Lin came over and sat down next to Fang Yan and said.

"What about the staff officer?" Fang Yan took out the kettle and took a sip, asked to the head of the group, and handed over his own kettle by the way.

Captain Lin took the kettle and took a sip and replied, "If you die, maybe the next trumpeter will be me." ”

Fang Yan didn't know what to say, and at this time, the major also came over, gave a military salute to Commander Lin, and said with a crying voice: "Commander, there are 172 casualties, and we are waiting for the next battle order." ”

"How many more people do we have?" Head Lin asked, his voice hoarse and choked.

The major was silent for a moment, and then said, "There are 146 more brothers. ”

"Clean up the position, hold on and wait for orders from your superiors." Lin Tuan Sha said hoarsely, handed the kettle back to Fang Yan, picked up his gun, and walked towards the front of the position, he needed to observe the movement of the enemy army, and then make arrangements.

This team, or rather, this regiment has been crippled, and this is only a corner of the position, not far away, the gunfire is still clashing fiercely......