The machine guns on the left wing were firing wildly at the Maxim heavy machine guns on the right wing.

At this moment, a company commander and his soldiers suddenly came over from the left wing.

Bang bang bang!

Da da da!

The dense stream of bullets instantly knocked several Japanese soldiers who were operating Maxim heavy machine guns to the ground.

However, one of the Japanese soldiers quickly turned the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun and fired at the first company commander.

The Maxim heavy machine gun has always had the reputation of being the god of death for infantry.

In an instant, a stream of iron flew towards the first company commander and others.

The first few soldiers were immediately beaten to a pulp.

He immediately looked for a bunker and took cover. The company commander raised his voice and shouted: "Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!"

The remaining soldiers hurriedly found bunkers to avoid the enemy's fire.

The enemy's Maxim heavy machine gun hit the soldiers so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads. Soon the Maxim heavy machine gun's ammunition belts were all used up!

Secretly looking at the Japanese who were changing the bullet chain, the company commander lowered his voice and shouted: "Wang Dagen, come on!"

After agreeing, a man named Wang Dagen bent his waist and touched the heavy machine gun fire point controlled by the Japanese.

Wang Dagen secretly moved to an effective bomb-dropping distance.

Suddenly igniting the wooden handle grenade in his hand, Wang Dagen prepared to drop the bomb at the Japanese.

Lifting up the wooden-handled grenade in his hand, a Japanese soldier with sharp eyes and quick hands rushed to Wang Dagen and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Wang Dagen's thigh was penetrated by a rifle bullet.

The wooden handle grenade in Wang Dagen's hand fell to the ground.

Wang Dagen lay on the ground, desperately trying to catch the grenade that had not exploded yet.

Boom!

The grenade exploded.

Wang Dagen's body was riddled with several pieces of shrapnel.

Wang Dagen breathed his last.

With red eyes, the company commander cried out sadly: "Brothers, beat me hard!"

All of them stuck their heads out, and the soldiers fired wildly at the Japanese soldiers.

Bang bang bang!

The Japanese's Maxim also let out a death roar.

Da da da!

How can a rifle be the rival of the Maxim heavy machine gun?

In an instant, the company commander's men and horses were once again overwhelmed by the enemy's Maxim heavy machine guns and they couldn't even lift their heads!

At this critical moment, Battalion Commander Cao led another group of troops and charged in through another gap.

Bang bang bang!

Several heavy machine gunners ambushed the Japs and hurriedly fought back, but were caught off guard by Battalion Commander Cao.

The Japanese machine gunner quickly turned the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Da da da!

A dense stream of bullets swept towards Camp Commander Cao.

Suddenly turning over and then straightening up, Battalion Commander Cao knocked down the Japanese machine gunner with one shot.

After waving the Dezao in his hand 20 times, Battalion Commander Cao shouted at the top of his voice: "Quick, clean the battlefield! Control the heavy machine gun!"

The first company commander and others hurriedly cooperated with the attack.

The Japanese soldiers were beaten into a sieve.

The little devil lying down was still partially wounded.

The soldiers were not merciful at all at this time and kept firing rifles at the Japanese wounded soldiers.

In the field of vision of Battalion Commander Cao, the Japanese were continuously pouring into the grocery store, intending to break through the heavy machine gun position of the second battalion.

The position of the Second Battalion was in danger at this time.

After greeting several veterans, Battalion Commander Cao shouted urgently: "Hurry up, sweep away the little devils at the door of the grocery store! Hurry!!"

A veteran of the Third Battalion hurriedly re-aimed the Maxim heavy machine gun fire at the door of the grocery store.

Immediately afterwards, another veteran hurriedly loaded a bullet chain into the loading port of the gun body.

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The right wing position of the 181st Regiment.

The Japanese soldiers were aggressively attacking the second floor where the second battalion was guarding.

The soldiers of the second battalion desperately guarded the stairs.

As long as the stairs are controlled, even if thousands of Japanese soldiers come, they will still have to shed a layer of skin if they want to take down the heavy machine gun emplacement on the second floor.

A shuttle knocked down a Jaap soldier at a corner, and the second battalion commander raised his voice and shouted: "Little Japs, you guys should come up here! I'll kill one of them, or two of them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a squad leader who was fighting next to the second battalion commander shouted urgently: "Batalion Commander, be careful!"

A smoking pumpkin grenade landed next to the second battalion commander.

The squad leader knocked down the second battalion commander.

Almost at the same time, the pumpkin grenade that landed on the ground exploded with a loud bang.

When the second battalion commander jumped to his feet, he found that the squad leader's neck had been blown apart by a Japanese pumpkin grenade.

Big mouthfuls of blood were pouring out of the squad leader's mouth.

With red eyes, the second battalion commander shouted repeatedly: "Old Wang, Old Wang, hold on to me, you still owe me a meal of Erguotou!"

Shaking his head with difficulty, Squad Leader Wang shouted: "Batalion Commander, I...I..."

Before he could finish his words, Squad Leader Wang's head fell to the side.

At this time, four or five Japanese soldiers once again stepped over the corpses of their companions and surged up from around the corner.

Calculating carefully, this is already the ninth attack of the little devil!

The molars behind the two rows were grinding loudly, and Battalion Commander Cao roared sternly: "Young devil, I'm not done with you! Brothers, drop a bomb for me, blow him up to death!"

Three or five soldiers quickly took out wooden-handled grenades from their waists.

The grenade was detonated.

A row of smoking grenades flew down the stairs.

The grenade rolled down the stairs.

The Japanese soldiers who were climbing the ladder were shocked and turned around to run away.

But the reaction speed of the Japanese soldiers could not match the explosion speed of the wooden handle grenade.

Almost at the same time, five wooden-handled grenades exploded at the corner of the narrow staircase.

Needless to say, none of the little devils at the stairs can breathe!

Looking at the corpse of the Japanese at the corner of the stairs, the second battalion commander shouted excitedly: "Brothers, this grenade is really beautiful to throw. Just throw it like this. It won't be a problem to hold on until dark. I'll keep throwing it!"

At this time, a soldier frowned and shouted: "Batalion Commander! I have no grenades!"

His eyes were stunned, and the second battalion commander shouted: "Who, who still has grenades?"

The other soldiers shook their heads and shouted repeatedly: "Batalion Commander, we are gone too!"

The crazy shouts of the Japanese soldiers sounded again around the corner.

A soldier who was monitoring the corridor raised his voice and shouted: "Batalion Commander! The Japs, the Japs are coming up again!"

After a slight hesitation, Battalion Commander Cao shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, use up all the bullets in your hands, and we will fight with the little devil!"

All the soldiers responded in unison: "Yes!"

A crooked machine gun fired wildly.

With the help of fire cover, the five little Japs fired while rushing up the stairs guarded by the second battalion commander.

Bang bang bang!

Da da da!

Because the three soldiers reacted too slowly, they were beaten to pieces one after another by the Japanese bullets.

Two pumpkin grenades were thrown up from the stairs.

A soldier used his body to cover the pumpkin grenade.

The soldier blocked the fragments of the pumpkin grenade for other comrades.

Taking advantage of the smoke, the Japanese soldiers rushed to the stairs on the second floor.

Battalion Commander Cao shouted urgently: "Brothers, all mount your bayonets and fight with the little Japs!"

The soldiers stood up one after another and fought with the Japs with their Hanyang-made rifles with bayonets fixed.

For a time, at the narrow staircase, the enemy and we were fighting back and forth.
Chapter completed!