Noon.

The sun emitted a faint residual heat, and when the wind blew, it disappeared.

Xia Yuan ordered the remaining soldiers of the company to seize the time to build a position, and he called Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan to discuss countermeasures: "Did you kill the Japanese devils?" ”

"Killed, killed one."

Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan said ashamedly.

"You are a civilian, and killing a Japanese soldier is already quite powerful." Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder and shouted to the soldiers around him, "Everyone, right? ”

"The deputy battalion commander has never been on the battlefield, but the first time he went to the battlefield, he killed a Japanese soldier, which is quite powerful."

"When I first went to the battlefield, I was so scared that I peed my pants for the first time, and I only dared to shrink in the trenches, and I didn't dare to show my head."

"Hahahaha."

Everyone smiled.

Xia Yuan's heart-wrenching words before, but now they have experienced a fight together, and the estrangement between them has disappeared and they are getting closer.

The relaxed laughter made the loss of comrades feel a lot better.

Everyone quite recognized He Xiayuan and Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan. Xia Yuan's combat ability was transcendent, attacking Wushan, one grenade after another, forcibly opened up a road, and then in the bayonet battle, one person blocked one side, so that the Japanese devils of a detachment could not raise their heads, and killed eleven Japanese devils in a row, and the remaining two Japanese devils trembled all over their bodies, wanting to escape, but were pierced through the back by the bayonet thrown out by Xia Yuan, lying on the ground, trembling.

Later, he was mended by two soldiers and completely died.

Then, the Japanese counterattacked, and in the attack on Wushan, their battalion commander, with a 38-style rifle, killed eight enemies one after another at a long distance, shocking everyone.

The Japanese army was also stunned.

Everyone recognized Xia Yuan, recognized him for speaking to everyone, and recognized that he never bullied others.

Just like Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan, he treats the soldiers very kindly.

Therefore, everyone knows Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan quite well.

Don't say that you only killed one Japanese devil, you didn't kill any of them, and everyone won't say anything.

Xia Yuan sat in the trench with his ass, pulled off the military coat that he took off from the Japanese devil, and threw it to Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan, "Wear, the clothes of the little Japanese devil, they are warm, there are a little blood stains, the little Japanese devil, don't dislike it." ”

"I don't dislike it." Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan smiled and put on the military coat of the Japanese devils, tightened his clothes, and couldn't feel the cold wind blowing over, "You called me over, is there anything to discuss?" ”

"The Japanese devils were deflated in the morning, and they will not give up in the afternoon, our battalion suffered a lot of casualties in the morning, and the position is large." Xia Yuan looked at the scorched earth on Wushan Mountain and said: "I want to think about the position, abandon the other positions, let's only guard the piece on the top of the mountain, and then let the troops dig a few deep ditches on the other side of the mountain and hide in the deep ditch." ”

The method used by Xia Yuan was the same as the tactics of adding fuel during the Battle of Ganling.

But Wushan is not Shangganling, the terrain of Wushan is not precipitous, it is a small hill, and the four positions that are divided are also extended a lot, and these extended areas are quite broad, condescending, and very suitable for blocking the Japanese army.

However, as the position expands, the more troops will be invested.

The Japanese devils must have to wash the floor with heavy artillery in the afternoon as they did in the morning, and then the infantry charged.

From the beginning of the invasion of China to the end of the invasion of China, the three-plate axe used by the Japanese devils has never changed.

"What if the Japanese army sends too many troops and we can't stop it?" Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan raised such a question worriedly.

"I've thought about it, and it's very unlikely that I can't stop it. Even if it really can't be stopped, immediately notify the soldiers in the rear to increase the number. Xia Yuan thought that he was leading the team to fight on the mountain, and there was no situation that could not be stopped: "At least in this way, when the artillery of the Japanese devils bombarded Wushan, our casualties could be reduced a lot." ”

"Listen to you."

Deputy battalion commander Yuan only asked one question and did not refute it.

Xia Yuan's combat ability, when he was in the camp, was already famous in the whole battalion, the god of war in Songhu, and many soldiers had heard of his combat deeds.

Then when Wushan counterattacked, everyone saw it with their own eyes, the grenade was thrown 100 meters away, shaped like a grenadier of a little Japanese devil, the marksmanship was very accurate, and the Japanese devil was easily shot after 100 meters.

Xia Yuan's combat ability is unique, and his ability to lead troops to fight does not need to be questioned.

Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan is very self-aware, knowing that he is a civilian and has no combat experience, Xia Yuan's judgment is basically right.

Xia Yuan asked Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan to take the soldiers on other positions to retreat to the rear first and build a trench on the anticline of the rear, while he took a platoon of soldiers and began to retreat to the top of Wushan Mountain.

And build fortifications on the top of Wushan Mountain.

The position of the hill is okay, the line of sight is relatively open, the position is concentrated, and a platoon is scattered on the position, which is enough to hold the position.

Three people are a combat group, and nine people are a combat army.

It is enough to divide into three battle groups.

Regardless of how they cooperate with each other, occupy the positions first and disperse the forces.

In the trenches, Xia Yuan wiped the body of the gun with his sleeve, blew the magazine, and blew out the fine sand.

There were two Sichuan soldiers sitting next to them, looking at their battalion commander curiously: "Battalion commander, your marksmanship is so good, how can you practice it, we also want to be as good as you." ”

Xia Yuan leaned on the trench, wiped the gun, and said: "This is a talent, I have been playing with guns since I was a child, following my father to hunt in the mountains, dozens of meters of wild boars, one hit and one accurate, and later joined the army, practicing guns is purely the experience of hunting, if you want to shoot accurately, you still have to practice from an early age." ”

"The battalion commander is powerful, he can kill Japanese devils from a distance of 100 meters."

"Yes, when will I be as powerful as the battalion commander, in this way, the little Japanese devil will come, and he will not be able to run in front of our position."

The two of them said happily, Xia Yuan had a ride, and chatted with them without a match.

The smoke on the position drifted away, and the scouts planted in front had not yet brought back the news, and Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan came up with food, "Commander Luo sent us white-flour steamed buns, and meat." ”

"Really?" Xia Yuan lifted the lid, a white mist rose, and the fragrance was fragrant, "Gather, come over to eat first." ”

The food at noon was radish stew, plus white flour steamed buns, most of which was for Xia Yuan's sake.

Xia Yuan can be said to be in the middle of the army, and the chairman of the committee has a fancy to him, and it is conservatively estimated that he also started as a regiment commander.

What's more, Xia Yuansheng was appreciated by the chairman when he was young, in his early twenties, even if he started from the head of the regiment, the twenty-year-old head of the regiment was still terrifying. What's more, he won one battle after another in the Battle of Songhu, which added a stroke to his career, and his achievements in the future are definitely not low.

Regiment headquarters.

Dai Ziqi had not left yet, and the communications corps passed on the battle situation in the morning, he rolled his eyes twice, and said with appreciation: "What a Songhu god of war, the strength of the Japanese army this morning must be five or six hundred, just a counterattack battle, and this group of Japanese troops will be defeated, and most of the attacking Japanese troops will be wiped out, and it is estimated that the casualties of the little Japanese devils will not be too low." ”

Commander Luo said: "The Japanese army will not give up, and will launch a more fierce attack in the afternoon, but I don't know if this one can hold it." ”

Dai Ziqi said: "If he can keep it, then he really has to answer that word." ”

Head Luo was a little curious: "What word?" ”

"Young and promising." Dai Ziqi sighed: "I'm as old as him, and I'm still in military school." How can he have such a record, and I heard that this is the army of Lazhuang Ding, which is terrible. ”

"Zhuangding?!" Head Luo gasped.

"Who would have thought that the Songhu God of War turned out to be the army that was recruited by Zhuang Ding, he didn't go to any military school, and he joined the army for less than a year, which is terrifying." Dai Ziqi said with emotion: "This shows that he was born to fight, and he joined the army for less than a year, and he made such a record, which was appreciated by Commander Chen, also praised by Commander Tang, and even the chairman of the committee was full of praise." In the future, the government will have a wolf commander. ”

"Shizuo thinks so highly of him?" Head Luo was surprised.

"Is it high? It's not high, there are a few commanders, and when they are twenty years old, they can do such an earth-shattering thing on the battlefield. Dai Ziqi smiled and said: "Not long ago, the news published in the newspaper was all about him, which can be described as in full swing, and in time, he will become the leader of the national army, which is enough to be known to the whole people and has a great impact." ”

Commander Luo couldn't think of this, but Dai Ziqi thought quite clearly, just killing thousands of enemies in Songhu was enough for him to be called a famous anti-Japanese general.

Dai Ziqi was quite emotional, and at the same time felt a little incredible, even unbelievable.

One man fought bravely, and he had never heard of it.

I had heard some veterans report on the heroes who died on the battlefield, and some of them even had their stomachs disemboweled, and they fought with the Japanese army with their intestines, and still fought two of them before they fell.

There has never been a shortage of brave men.

But it is really rare to fight bravely and kill thousands of enemies like this, and there is no such person even in the army.

It was also in recent days that Fang really met him, and he was really surprised.

There is really such a person in the world, and at the same time, I understand that the life of such a person has a huge impact on the national army and the Japanese army.

Just over halfway through lunch.

The shrill whistling of cannonballs came overhead.

I was somewhat caught off guard.

"Don't eat it, hurry up and hide!"

Xia Yuan shouted, grabbed two white-flour steamed buns, and jumped into the bomb shelter dug on the side of the trench, and then there was a huge vibration from Wushan, and the mud and sand continued to fall from the trench into the bomb shelter on the side of the one-person-high trench.

The fierce bombardment lasted for about ten minutes, and when we attacked this morning, we had already bombed Wushan for two hours, and the trees on Wushan were broken and all of them were blown up.

Now, the 10-minute bombardment has blown up the positions on the hill, the trees that have fallen to the ground have also been blown to pieces, and the broken wood chips have been scattered everywhere.

The Japanese army continued to launch a ferocious attack on Wushan.

This time, the Japanese army concentrated 800 troops, using the tactics of mercenaries in turns, a group of 200 people, about the strength of a squadron, successively 4 batches, like a wave on the seaside, the wave had to charge the frontal position held by Wushan Xia Yuan.

The scouts who were scouting in front immediately came to report the enemy's situation, but he only saw more than 200 Japanese troops attacking.

Xia Yuan was happy: "The little Japanese devil still didn't suffer enough, he killed at least five hundred enemies in the morning, and still only sent two hundred enemies to attack, all ready, put the Japanese devil close and fight again." ”

The Japanese army wanted to use wheel warfare to gradually consume the strength of the national army on the position, and although the idea was good, it was obvious that the Japanese army did not suffer enough losses in the morning.

It can destroy 500 Japanese troops, just 200 Japanese troops.

Xia Yuan pulled the bolt, held the grenade, and first observed the situation of the position.

The position shrank on the hill, the Japanese obviously did not notice, the ten minutes of rapid shelling, it looked rather messy, only part of the trench was completely destroyed by the shelling, and a squad of soldiers was urgently repaired.

"Squad leader, bring someone with me!"

"Yes, Battalion Commander!"

The fighting mood of the soldiers is not low, Xia Yuan personally took the lead in the charge, which is a great encouragement to the morale of the soldiers themselves, not to mention that their battalion commander is still a battalion commander who can fight well and has a very strong combat ability, which is very useful for boosting morale.

"Calm down, get closer and shoot again, machine gunners don't save bullets, but greet the little Japanese devil vigorously."

The first squad leader gave everyone a careful advice, and touched Xia Yuan's side: "Battalion commander, it's all explained." There are more than 200 Japanese devils, if we beat them in one class, will we not be able to beat them? ”

The combat capability of the little Japanese devils is obvious to all, and the worries of the squad leader are not superfluous.

There are only a dozen people in a squad, fighting a squadron of Japanese soldiers.

It sounds incredible.

But if it is reversed, a squad of Japanese devils, fighting a squadron of national soldiers, this is not so incredible. The combat ability, weaponry and combat consciousness of the little Japanese devils are all above the national army.

"If you can't beat it, you have to try it." Xia Yuan laughed and said, "If this is fought, won't we make history and win, this is a big victory." ”

The squad leader thought about it carefully, what their battalion commander said was that if they really won the war, then they would really make history.

A squadron of Japanese soldiers, as long as they make good use of the terrain, Xia Yuan can fight alone.

"Here we are." Xia Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw more than 200 Japanese soldiers under the mountain rushing up to the Wushan position in a straggler line, he put his gun on the mound, aimed at the Japanese soldiers in the distance, adjusted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh, bullets came out of the chamber, rubbing the air, and sank into the forest.

The first squad leader hurriedly raised his head and looked down the mountain.

A Japanese devil could be seen faintly lying on the ground, estimating the distance, and the squad leader exclaimed: "Battalion commander, killed." ”

"See." Xia Yuan pulled the bolt, continued to aim, and pulled the trigger.

"Killed again." The squad leader's eyes widened, obviously his own battalion commander killed the little Japanese devil, it was definitely not a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, it was really a hit.

This has to be more than 200 meters from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and from the mountain, the little Japanese devils on the straggler line are like small black spots the size of fists, and the difficulty of shooting has increased a lot, but the battalion commander killed two with two shots, which can be called a hundred shots.

Looking at the other party's age, he is younger than himself, but he can do it to such an extent.

If you think about it carefully, I am afraid that it is precisely because of this powerful shooting ability that I became the battalion commander.

Songhu God of War, really not just talking.

(End of chapter)