Chapter 920 The Fall of Yanyue Mountain (1) [two-in-one chapter]
Amidst the continuous explosions of "Boom, boom, boom~".
They were five tanks on the soldiers' side. They had raised their gun barrels of several calibers high and fired one after another at the high ground of Mount Yanzuki.
Suddenly, in the past few days, it had been bombarded by countless aircraft and heavy artillery for a long time.
Like the surface of the moon, the Yanyue Mountain position was full of craters, and light dust flew up to Lao Gao; in just a moment, the entire highland was wrapped in flying dust.
Looking over from a distance, the entire mountain top was completely lost.
So much so that the tank gunners of the soldiers could only rely on their memory to continue the bombardment.
Who knew that in the previous period, the bombing by the United Guo Army was so strong that a section of the top of Yanyue Mountain was cut off.
The over-saturated bombing has made the soil on the ground extremely soft.
Under the shock wave of the explosion, this light dust can be easily carried up to the sky.
While bombing, Dr. Jonathan, Dardani and other team commanders stood among a large group of soldiers and began to slowly advance towards the top of Yanzuki Mountain.
At a time like this, not to mention Dr. Jonathan, these commanders are very powerful in themselves, but they are a little reluctant in their actions for fear of their own death.
Even the soldiers surrounding them looked indescribably relaxed.
The main reason is that after many previous attacks, they can clearly feel that the defensive firepower on the position is getting weaker and weaker.
They firmly believe that up to now in the position, there are not even a few left alive.
Thank God, thank you Brother Su! In this attack, they were finally able to capture this place, and no longer had to endure huge casualties and fight with the defenders.
After thinking of this, these people became indescribably relaxed.
Because those eastern-faced defenders had brought them too many painful and terrifying memories in previous battles.
If they had a choice, they would even be willing to fight to the death with the legendary mustachioed SS or the little devils, but would not want to fight such a terrifying opponent.
Fortunately, all this pain is finally coming to an end...
Facing the opponent who was advancing towards the position under the cover of fierce artillery fire, what were the translators, Shi Polu, Bazi and others doing on the position?
To be precise, they did nothing.
Or to put it another way, when they are at the end of their rope, they have no choice but to do something.
The only thing he could do was to find a crater edge and lie down.
While setting up their weapons, they waited for their opponents to come within shooting range. They also covered their mouths and noses with their hands, complaining in their hearts that if they didn't seek systematic treatment, they would definitely suffer from tuberculosis and other diseases in the future.
It is true to hope that the two shells will not land in the same crater.
As for other things, I don't care about anything and can't control them.
In fact, it is simply not accurate to say that two artillery shells will not land in the same crater. It is simply because the density of shell coverage is not enough.
After another loud bang, a brass smoking pot with only half of it left fell in front of Bazi.
Just by looking at such a familiar smoke pot, Bazi knew its owner, a military man who was said to be his fellow villager.
The 'Old Smoking Gun' who even served under Marshal Zhang back then is dead.
Another artillery shell landed in the crater where he was living. Maybe his whole body was torn apart now, and this half of the smoke pot was the only thing he had left.
After Lao Yanqiang was killed, there were only ten defenders left on the position at most.
Thinking of myself and this fellow countryman, during these few days of free time, the other person was smoking the choking tobacco leaves.
With a familiar accent that tasted like dirt, he recounted his experiences over the years.
For example, in the 20th year of the Republic of China, when he was only 18 years old, he had no choice but to abandon his parents and daughter-in-law at home, and followed the commander-in-chief to retreat into the pass.
This departure lasted for nineteen years.
During this period, he fought countless battles and joined many different armies. He finally settled down after joining the people's army.
It wasn't until last spring that he returned to his hometown in Northeast China.
But my father, mother, and daughter-in-law had died long ago. After asking many old people in the villages, I could only find a few graves that didn't even have tombstones and were full of weeds.
Fortunately, all the above pain seems to have passed.
The old smoker who has been allocated a lot of land is thinking that if he cultivates the land for a few years, he can always get a little widow to spread the branches again and continue their family's incense machine selection.
Don’t the gentlemen of China pay attention to such a thing?
Unfortunately, before the old smoker could harvest the first season of carefully tended crops, such a war began.
Then Lao Yanqiang re-enlisted in the army, although his superiors arranged for him a job as a cook squad leader in order to take care of him.
But at this level, there is no division of labor at all. As long as their company can hold a seismic gun, they have already filled in the Yanzuki Mountain position.
So after seeing the smoking pot, Bazi knew that this old man Xing was afraid that he would never be able to fulfill his wish.
Miraculously, after seeing such a heartbreaking result, Bazi didn't feel very angry.
Because he knows very clearly that he will die soon; the difference between everyone is just who takes the first step.
So the only thing he did was to pick up the half of the pot.
After wiping the dust on two handfuls with his sleeves, he casually pinned them to his waist...
In the following time, none of the ten remaining people on the position died from the shelling, because as the attacking troops gradually approached, the tank fire gradually stopped for fear of accidental damage.
Only some large-caliber vehicle-mounted machine guns were left, which were still firing continuously at the position, and some mortars were bombing the position.
But such a threat has already been reduced to a much lower level for everyone on the battlefield.
With the sound of "Bah, bah, bah~", the train driver spit out the mud in his mouth several times in succession, ignoring the burning and uncomfortable feeling in his throat, and his whole body was already in a fighting state.
He was holding an original Type 50 submachine gun that had to be picked up after it was damaged because the barrel was too hot. He had to pick up the Czech light machine gun.
After Bazi expertly locked onto a target, he was the first to pull the trigger.
An instant later, a soldier's sergeant and a first-class soldier fell down with their heads raised after being shot. It is not known whether they died or not, but they were already tumbling down the mountain.
I believe that in the subsequent battles, there will no longer be a threat to the opponent on the ground.
At the same time, with the Czech fire in the hand of the train driver Bazi, all the firepower on the position was launched together in the next second.
Suddenly, more than a dozen of the soldiers who were advancing slowly were knocked down at once, causing them to panic immediately.
However, at this critical moment, Dr. Jonathan shouted in time:
"Young men, don't panic. Open your eyes and see clearly that there are not many people left on their God Emperor, because there are only a few firepower points on the position.
Rush up and kill them, and you will definitely get huge military exploits, which will lead to promotions and salary increases.
For the honor of Uncle Sam’s family, dog, dog, dog~”
Frankly speaking, the soldiers didn't care about the honor of Uncle Sam's family at this moment. They basically thought that after throwing this thing away, even the dogs wouldn't eat it.
But they are still more interested in the good thing of getting promoted and making a fortune.
Of course, the most important thing was that they discovered that Jonathan seemed to be right; now that the position had been reached, there was not even a heavy machine gun left.
In addition to a light machine gun, there are only two submachine guns; the other remaining weapons are some antique bolt-action rifles.
Those were some of the options the defenders had to resort to after their original automatic weapons were heavily damaged.
Such a scene gave them the courage to continue fighting, while they fired continuously with the weapons in their hands to suppress the firepower on the position.
On the other hand, he began to speed up and continued to advance towards the position...
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I endured the dizzy feeling in my head caused by ischemia due to large movements.
When he heard the firing pin in the gun chamber, making that familiar empty-bore impact sound, Shi Polu dropped the empty Thompson submachine gun in his hand.
Then he immediately pulled out the long-used m1911 pistol from the holster on his thigh.
The right hand holding the pistol pushed and pulled forward forcefully, using such a clean and neat movement to complete the one-handed loading of the pistol.
That action is indescribably handsome.
That is to say, Sir, a community member in Harbin City, has always kept a low profile in the modern dimension. Otherwise, he could be promoted to other positions just by relying on such beautiful skills.
After finishing loading Shi Polu, he naturally raised the muzzle of his gun and fired continuously at the opponent in front of the position.
Why don't Thomson, who is faster and more lethal, continue to fire? The main reason is that Shi Polu only has one right hand left, and his speed in changing magazines is slower than usual.
If he really had to wait until he slowly changed the magazine, the soldiers in front of the position who were so pumped up might rush into the position from the area he was responsible for.
In a very short period of time, Shi Polu empty-empted the M1911 pistol in his hand.
Although he fired with a pistol, two were killed and one was injured; the problem was that there were a platoon of soldiers rushing over from his position.
There is also Dr. Jonathan inside, the polished commander of Uncle Sam's family team, hiding in it in an extremely inconspicuous manner, constantly driving the soldiers to charge.
Therefore, Shi Polu's victory with three casualties could not stop the charge of these people at all.
Upon seeing this, Shi Polu moved forward instinctively, intending to throw out a few grenades to suppress the charging momentum of these soldiers.
It was only after he touched everything and his head was a little numb that he finally realized:
No! After reaching the current position, it can be said that the situation is almost exhausted; in the last opponent's attack, when the situation was urgent, he even threw out the glory bombs.
Now, I don't have any grenades on me.
So looking at his opponent who had already rushed to about 50 meters away, Shi Polu knew that his last moment had arrived.
Without even hesitating, he just used his remaining hand to touch the 5 kilogram TNT explosive bag tied to his chest.
At the same time, the whole person jumped up from the crater where he was living.
This was to prepare him for this mission, the last moment of his life, to use a trick that was reserved for the Zhongzhou team: a meat bomb attack.
It is a pity that Shi Polu was unable to fulfill such a last wish.
Or to put it another way, the Zhongzhou team’s human bomb attacks were not successfully completed every time.
Especially when there are members of the opposing team among the opponents, the success rate of such a human bomb attack will be greatly reduced.
However, for Shi Polu, the most critical reason was the sequelae caused by him not drinking or eating for more than a day, losing a lot of blood, and basically not having any rest.
It was so unlucky that those damn sequelae appeared at this moment.
Before he had time to unleash the power of his blood, his head fainted due to lack of blood, his feet became weak, and he staggered.
When he hurriedly unleashed his bloodline power, the last bit of potential in his body was squeezed out.
It's time to regain control of your body.
I was horrified to see Dr. Jonathan, who had beaten his old rival several times in the past few days, and the Thompson submachine gun in his hand lit up with a series of flames.
Before he could do anything, Shi Polu felt a sharp pain in his neck.
After a moment, his breathing became rapid.
In the end, with a heart full of endless hatred and regret, Shi Polu covered his neck and held his head high before falling down; there was a sign of unwillingness in his eyes, and he could not close his eyes at all.
Because he really wanted to take Dr. Jonathan, the commander of Uncle Sam's family team, with him and make this team history.
At the same time, another ZY soldier with a broken leg on the position,
After emptying the bullets from a medium-grade rifle in his hand, he struggled to support his body with both hands, picked up the last wooden-handled grenade on his body, and pulled the fuse.
Before he could successfully throw it, a full-power bullet from an M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle penetrated his chest.
The warhead flew out from behind with a long trail of blood, staining some of the loose soil on the ground red.
Although this soldier used his last strength, he still insisted on throwing the wooden handle grenade.
But in the blink of an eye, he lay on the ground and died quickly, leaving only eight defenders on the Yanyue Mountain position.
The above point is not the biggest bad news for the remaining eight people.
The biggest piece of bad news is that the guard position at Yanzuki Mountain is almost a hundred meters long; during the opening period, after the eleven of them dispersed, each of them needed to guard such a wide front of at least ten meters.
In a very short period of time, the two team commanders, Dr. Jonathan and Dardani, led a group of ecstatic soldiers and rushed towards these two gaps.
Faced with such a situation, the train driver Bazi, the translator and others...
Because it is also under huge pressure, there is no way to plug the gap...
Since it can't be blocked, then it shouldn't be blocked. Anyway, the scene must not be timid; this is the almost common thought in the minds of Bazi and the translator.
With such an idea in mind, the two yelled out a sentence that may have some differences in specific wording, but the content is almost the same:
"Comrades, mount your bayonets and fight until your last breath for Guo Jia and the people~"
Then, Bazi ignored the hot barrel of the crooked light machine gun and held it upside down in his hand. The translator's words naturally revealed a pair of palms that were covered with calluses for some unknown reason.
The two of them took the lead and rushed out of the position without hesitation.
So what if they were about to die in battle? Even if the members of their Central Continent team died, they would die on the way to charge.
A little behind the two of them, Ivan Ryder and another member of Maozi's team, as well as the only four remaining ZY soldiers.
Even if there is one warrior among them, he only has one left leg left from the previous battle.
Still holding rifles with bayonets attached, or holding rifles without bayonets upside down, the engineers shoveled all these things that could be used as weapons.
At this moment, he roared out and jumped out of position on one leg, facing at least twenty times the number of opponents.
After such a scene fell in the eyes of the tank crews at the foot of the mountain, even when they talked about it to others many years later, they always had profound memories on their faces.
There was also an indescribable respect for those Eastern men in his tone.