A flare rose into the sky, which was not fired by Chen Yu's order, but by the Japanese army itself.

In front of the position, the Japanese army gathered almost a reinforced team, almost seventy or eighty men to attack the position. The Japanese commanders seemed to be pinned down by the artillery fire here, believing that this was the place where the largest number of troops were guarding the outer positions of the airfield.

"Enter the position, open fire !!"

Chen Yu shouted, Master Mai also changed his face, this time Master Mai did not stop, ran to a safe place behind the mountain to ask the British at the airport for artillery support.

The high-explosive grenades fired by the Type 92 infantry guns bloomed again on the position, and this time the firing gap was much shorter than before, indicating that the Japanese army was determined to take the position.

'Da Da Da ······'

Cui Yong kept manipulating the heavy machine gun to shoot, and this time his shooting point was the best shooting point, and the fire of the heavy machine gun was covered by bushes and weeds, so that it was difficult for the Japanese to find the specific location. This was the best place to shoot, he hadn't mounted a heavy machine gun here before, but this time was different.

The artillery platoons on the anti-slope fired shells desperately, the Japanese artillery fire and ours were superimposed on each other, they fired at our positions, we fired at the crowd they charged.

"The Heavy will shoot short bursts? If you send me a serial message, you won't call me for a replacement. Chen Yu scolded at the machine gunner who was firing a short shot.

The machine gunner was a sergeant veteran, not ambiguous at all.

"Scold your father, talk to your father well."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Chen Yu admitted his mistake at the right time, he can't afford to provoke his eldest brother, you are now my father.

Holding a rifle, Chen Yu shot a shot to kill a Japanese soldier who had charged to the position less than 20 meters, and the plaster flag hanging in front of the muzzle represented that he was an infantry squad commander. Everyone was shooting desperately, and the Heavy no longer moved after firing two or three magazines, and continued to return to the firing position after changing the hot barrel.

The two Type 92 infantry guns frantically suppressed the artillery fire, and the artillery commander on the opposite side did not care about any firepower point, so they bombarded the position indiscriminately.

Two soldiers with good marksmanship had already climbed the tall tree next to the position, condescendingly fired at the Japanese soldiers, and they didn't care if they could get off the tree, they would be killed by a round of machine gun fire.

The veteran silently unscrewed the grenade and placed it in a place where it could be reached at any time, and threw it as the Japanese approached the position. Almost everyone is doing the right and dangerous behavior, and that's the veteran.

The seriously wounded soldiers did not have time to carry their positions down, so they helped to reload their rifles and crawled through the trenches with all their strength, delivering ammunition to everyone who lived. One soldier whose legs had been blown off pushed onto the trench under another soldier who had lost his arm, picked up a submachine gun and fired, or even rolled down the ground with a grenade.

Holding a grenade, the young officer tumbled down the ground with the last of his life's brilliance, blooming into his young and brilliant flesh and blood.

Chen Yu's face was colorless, numbly aiming at the Japanese army to shoot, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting again...

Hide in bunker, squeeze orange bullets into the magazine, load, reload, shoot, and repeat every action.

The veterans of the position understood that this battle no longer mattered, and this position was no longer important. All they wanted was a battle, not a broken unit with two shots and a single charge from the Japanese.

The battle came too late for some veterans, from the northeast to the southwest and then to Burma. If we had fought like this five years ago, the first Battle of Songhu would have been like this, and the young man would have a country in his heart.

For the new recruits, it is too early, too early to write down their names and places of origin······

For a young man like Hong Ting too early, the young man with the young China left.

If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please speak about the old and young of the people. Perhaps when Mr. Liang Zhuoru wrote "Juvenile China Says", he must have seen such a teenager writing such a beautiful article.

The bullets and shells of the Japanese army, like the name at the beginning of the article, are they the Boss Empire, or the Boss Empire?

The Japanese bullet said: Boss Empire, this title is probably the impression that Europe and the United States have on us, which is really a pity!

Cannonball said: Are you really the boss of the empire?

Titles and article words don't kill, they only hurt; But bullets and shells can hurt people, and they can kill people, and now the Japanese army is holding bullets and shells to ask questions, and they are really the boss of the empire.

Tears slid down Chen Yu's smoke-covered face, and he shouted as he shot: "Evil! What a word! What a word! There is a young China in my mind! ”

For some reason, Chen Yu remembered that he was forced by the teacher to recite those passages in this article, but he was not in it, and only when he was there could he know the spirit of the text, so it was too late for I don't know how many years······

Luo Jinlong rushed to the position with the artillery platoon, they had already exhausted all the shells, and could only pick up the guns of the dead people on the position to participate in the battle. They can run, leave the battlefield behind those in the position, and burrow into the jungle to escape the battle.

They didn't run, just like the soldiers who escaped from the position when Chen Yu led them to recapture this position yesterday, they didn't run, but followed behind and charged together.

The machine gunner who was scolding Chen Yu just now was killed, and the co-shooter took his place, and a wounded soldier was helping him squeeze the magazine.

In the darkness of the night, it is no longer known how many people were still on the position, only the fire from the guns continued to decrease, and the shells that exploded on the positions increased.

"Grenades!"

Chen Yu shouted, throwing out the grenade he had prepared in his hand. More than a dozen grenades sparsely fell dozens of meters from the position, and the sparks were reflected, and now Chen Yu could even see the hideous faces of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side clearly, without the help of telescopes.

The explosions came and went, and the sub-shooters beside Cui Yong had changed several times, all of whom were shot to death when they helped him fill the machine gun with water and reload.

The veterans who climbed the trees had stopped firing, blood was falling down the trunks and leaves, and the trees and grass here would be lush next year.

With more than a dozen people joined by the artillery platoon, the Japanese troops who had broken through the position less than ten meters were driven down again, hiding in craters or behind bunkers and shooting, and the sound of gunfire and artillery was still the same. They will not abandon this attack, and will charge again after gathering their personnel.

"Rush! Mom! Mom~~~"

"Ahh

Behind the Japanese troops, a troop suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shouting frantically and stabbing the Japanese in the back. Chen Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, his smile was ugly, and he lowered his head and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Those damn Brits, damn it!"

Master Mak ran angrily, lying on his stomach behind the sandbag with a rifle in his hand and shooting, and after shooting the bullets in the gun, he took out the wine bottle and drank it all.

"Japanese monkeys, go die." Shouting and throwing the metal bottle in his hand.

"All of them!" Chen Yu closed his eyes, and the twenty or so people who were alive around him fell silent, including seven or eight wounded soldiers who could move, and the seriously wounded were wailing because there was no one to treat them, and everyone's eyes were on him.

"Get on the bayonet!"

'噌噌~~噌'

Everyone raised their bayonets and turned their eyes to the retreating Japanese troops.

Chen Yu's tone was very steady, he stood up and said, "Counter charge!" ”、

The person who could move on the position stood up, raised the spear in his hand and followed Chen Yu's back and rushed down the position, no one spoke, silently followed the company commander in front of him, and rushed towards the retreating Japanese army.

Master Mai also followed behind and charged, shouting, "Captain, fight for you!" ”