Time passed a little more, and Zhao Mingyuan, who was full of sadness, received Ding Wei's order again: launch a surprise attack in an hour, and be sure to take the high ground!

At the same time, Ding Wei also cancelled the casualty index.

After listening to the signal soldier's order, Zhao Mingyuan's frowning brows finally relaxed.

Looking at Zhao Mingyuan, who was frowning, the messenger who gave the order came to his side and whispered, "The regiment commander has another message for me to tell you." ”

Looking at the mysterious appearance of the herald soldier, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly became interested, and asked in a low voice, "What message?" “

"The head of the regiment said, if it's possible, don't stay alive!"

Zhao Mingyuan's face changed slightly, "Understood!" ”

In fact, even if there is no message from Ding Wei, Zhao Mingyuan plans to do this, after all, the hatred with the devil is not something that can be resolved by simply surrendering the gun and not killing.

When the herald left, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly felt relaxed, and without the casualty index, he felt as if he had taken off Sun Wukong who was wearing a tight spell, and his head suddenly became much clearer.

Summoned his subordinates to start arranging combat missions again, and after they were properly arranged, someone asked, "Battalion commander, the casualties in such a fight may be a little larger." ”

"The regiment commander has canceled the casualty limit, let us fight casually!" Zhao Mingyuan said with a smile.

"Great! The head of the regiment finally figured it out! ”

"The head of the regiment also has the difficulties of the head of the regiment, and we can't understand it if we are not in his position! Don't talk nonsense, hurry back and rest, and prepare to attack in an hour! This time we must take this highland, it's such a fucking big highland, the real people rushed three times and didn't beat it down, this fourth has no limit, we can't beat it again, then go back and wait to make the second battalion laugh! ”

"Yes! This time the mission is guaranteed! The two company commanders in charge of the battle saluted and went down.

The command was quiet again, Zhao Mingyuan looked at the simple fortification structure diagram, sighed, and said to himself, "I hope the casualties are not too big, but why should the regiment commander attack after an hour?" Is it to cooperate with the second battalion? But isn't the second battalion a fake fight? ”

Rubbing his forehead, he went out of the headquarters, this time he planned to take this high ground in one attack, so he was ready to command on the spot.

The scattered gunfire came from the second battalion, and it sounded weak, as if it was dealing with an errand.

Shaking his head, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly began to sympathize with Shi Zhijian at this time, because a fake fight was much more uncomfortable than a real fight.

An hour later, Zhao Mingyuan launched a surprise attack on time by the moonlight, and the two platoons of the first company attacked head-on, two platoons were already the limit, and there would be too many casualties and too many casualties, although Ding Wei canceled the casualty index, but this casualty should be minimized.

After the battle began, two sharp knife squads were sent on the left and right flanks to wait for the opportunity to trap them.

The charge began, and the devil's machine gun began to roar again, hitting the body of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

One of the warriors fell, and the warriors behind him immediately took his place and rushed forward without hesitation.

The three attacks were fruitless, which made the soldiers of the first battalion feel a fire in their hearts, so this charge was more righteous than the usual training.

Zhao Mingyuan also participated in the battle and participated in the charge, in the process of charging, he felt that although the firepower of the devil was fierce, this quasi-head seemed to be not as good as just now, and the suppression of the machine gun did not seem to be so strong, and the gap between the firepower of the two machine guns was obviously much larger.

As a commander, after discovering the problem, he immediately made the corresponding arrangements.

When the sharpshooter killed one of the Devil's machine gun shooters, a vacuum immediately appeared in the Devil's fire suppression.

Without giving up the fleeting opportunity, Zhao Mingyuan immediately took the lead and rushed forward with the soldiers.

The Devil's original ironclad defense also collapsed in this charge, and with the outflanked warriors, the first battalion occupied the high ground in less than twenty minutes.

It's just the last bunker, which is a little more difficult to gnaw, but in the end, at the cost of three serious injuries and one sacrifice, it successfully stuffed a dynamite bag.

The gunfire subsided, the wounded were treated, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

Zhao Mingyuan did not rest after the battle, he still had to continue to carry out the orders of the regiment commander.

Leave no mouth alive!

As a result, all ten devils died in battle, and none of them needed to be mended.

A little lost, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly sniffled, his brows tightened, and then asked, "What smell?" It stinks! It seems like who pulled it? ”

"Report! It's a devil! A warrior who was touching a corpse said with a sigh of breath.

"Pulled?"

"It's all in the crotch!" The warrior said with a bitter face.

"I'm here too, and the main and secondary machine gunners are all pulled!" Soldiers in a machine-gun fortification not far away also spoke.

"Huh?!" Zhao Mingyuan encountered this situation for the first time, but he immediately thought of another possibility, that is, his own people poisoned the devil.

Thinking of this, he immediately left here and went to other fortifications to confirm.

The result was just as guessed, and all ten devils were pulled.

When it was first attacked, the smell was not heavy, but as the loot began to turn over the corpses, the smell slowly spread.

The smell of blood and feces mixed together, forming an indescribable smell, even if the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were as tough as they couldn't stand it, and some people even couldn't bear it and vomited.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Mingyuan immediately shouted loudly, "Company commander!" ”

"Yes!"

"Arrange a platoon to clean up the battlefield!"

"Aren't you already cleaning?" The company commander asked suspiciously.

"I'm talking about those devils, hurry up and clean it up! We still have to defend this high ground! Do you want to smell this and fight the devils? ”

"I don't want to!" The company commander replied.

After the ammunition was cleaned up, two crooked light machine guns were seized, fourteen or two in the south, eighteen in the third and eighteen, and a large number of grenades and grenadiers, in addition to these, what made Zhao Mingyuan most happy was that there was also a small box of medicines, this small medicine box was not big, but it was full of stuffed Dengdeng, which not only contained sulfonamides, aspirin, but also two MFs.

Looking at this box of medicine bottles, Zhao Mingyuan swallowed his saliva, did not dare to delay, and immediately asked people to pack it and send it to Ding Wei.

Follow-up troops also came up, and the fortifications had to be repaired.

This will become an important battlefield tomorrow, and their defense will be much more difficult than that of the devils, because by tomorrow, the direction of their defense is not just one, but three, oh, it should be two, and the puppet army can be ignored.

Casualties were also counted at this time, and a total of twenty-seven soldiers were killed and thirty-nine seriously wounded on the captured heights. (End of chapter)