A mortar bomb exploded not far from Kong Jie. Although he was not injured, the huge explosion filled his ears with a buzzing sound for a while, causing his body to become a little unsteady.
"Captain... our reinforcements are coming!"
Just when Kong Jie was feeling dizzy, the chief of staff hurried over with a trace of unconcealable joy on his face.
"What did you say?" Kong Jie shook his head and asked loudly.
"I said...our reinforcements have arrived, a tank company." The chief of staff had to raise his voice.
"Can this still lie to you?" The chief of staff pointed, and found a rumble from behind him, and seven or eight tanks drove over from behind him. Following the tanks were dozens of soldiers from the Liantai Militia.
"Very good."
Kong Jie, who had long been a little impatient due to the muddy weather and the stalemate battle situation, was overjoyed. With the help of tanks, the battle would be much easier to fight.
Without thinking, he pointed forward and shouted: "Quickly... let the brothers of the armored battalion quickly attack the Japanese position, and then let the first battalion follow behind. Tell the first battalion commander... If he dares to fall off the chain, I will retreat."
Kill him!"
After a while, there was a burst of shouting from the position of the first brigade.
"The chariot...the Chinese chariot is coming!"
"Boom boom boom..."
The tanks that arrived were not polite to the Japanese. As soon as they arrived, they fired a volley at the Japanese position. The 75mm high-explosive shells caused a cloud of mud and gunpowder smoke in the sky.
There were terrible rattles and thumps in the smoke. Several muddy Panzer IV tanks had already rushed towards the mountain. The tank tracks splashed waves of mud as they crushed the muddy hillside. Behind the tanks,
They are the Eighth Route Army soldiers who charge at the waist.
Seeing that the Eighth Route Army had begun to charge again, a large group of soldiers who had been squatting in the trenches immediately stood up and aimed their guns at the smoke-filled battlefield. I don't know if it was because the rain-soaked military uniforms made people feel cold or scared.
, their bodies always tremble slightly involuntarily.
As Aoki waved his hand, two soldiers carrying heavy explosive bags jumped out of the trench and ran down the mountain.
The Japanese soldiers in the trenches watched them eagerly until they heard someone shouting loudly in Chinese near the top of the mountain and intensive gunshots, followed by two violent explosions before they looked back.
"Grenade!"
As some figures appeared in the smoke, Major Aoki immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time drew out his command knife and waved it downwards, and the Japanese soldiers in the trench threw grenades one after another.
Grenades thrown from a high position have more advantages. Following Aoki's order, the Japanese soldiers in the trench immediately threw grenades into the smoke and gunpowder down the mountain.
The moment the grenade exploded, Aoki heard roars, and then countless black dots were thrown out of the smoke screen. Aoki seemed to hear something hissing nearby.
He suddenly saw a private next to him rushing towards the grenade.
"boom"
All I saw was that a big hole was blown out of the belly of the private who was holding the grenade, and then the whole person was even blown several meters away.
Before Aoki could breathe a sigh of relief for saving his life, more grenades exploded violently in the trench.
Breaking out of the cover of gunpowder smoke and smoke bombs, the soldiers of the New Second Regiment approached the Japanese trenches under the cover of tanks. After throwing the first round of grenades, they were already approaching the Japanese trenches under the command of whistles.
Under the cover of smoke bombs, throwing grenades to suppress the enemy in a charging posture was originally the Liantai militia's standard field charge to engage the enemy. The original Eighth Route Army actually did not have this habit.
But as the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. After having been in contact with the Liantai Militia for a long time, the soldiers of the 129th Division also began to learn this trick.
After all, for soldiers, no matter what tactics, the tactics that can destroy the Japanese are good tactics.
At this time, Aoki saw an Eighth Route Army soldier who had rushed in front of him raised his rifle and pointed it at him. He quickly picked up the Nanbu pistol in his hand and stood up and fired several shots at the man. The Eighth Route Army soldier fell to the ground.
Before Aoki could be happy, he saw a black muzzle pointed at him, and then a flame flashed out of the muzzle and Aoki fell heavily to the ground.
The moment Aoki fell in the trench, he heard the sound of intensive machine guns, submachine guns and the roars of the Eighth Route Army soldiers, mixed with more desperate howls and screams in Japanese.
Voice.
The position was breached... This was the last thought in Aoki's mind.
The captain, Major Aoki, died, but the fighting continued. As one of the most elite permanent divisions of the Japanese Army, the Sixth Division also had a very firm will to fight and would not collapse immediately because of the death of its commander.
A squadron leader immediately took over command and continued fighting.
However, facing the overwhelming superiority in troops and firepower of the New Second Regiment, the resistance of the First Battalion was undoubtedly in vain, and the gunfire on the position gradually became smaller as time went by.
In an inconspicuous bomb crater, Ozawa carefully exposed his head and looked left, right and forward. Except for some vaguely visible Chinese soldiers wearing gray military uniforms, he never saw anyone wearing brown military uniforms.
It was obvious that he might be the last person alive in a large group.
Fifty meters ahead, soldiers from the Eighth Route Army or the Liantai Militia wearing earth-gray military uniforms or iron-gray military uniforms were walking cautiously toward them. Whenever they passed a corpse, they raised their rifles.
After being prepared, the other two people used rifles or submachine guns to shoot at the corpses or wounded on the ground.
Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, Ozawa quickly picked up the rifle in his hand. Listening to the sound of the rifle being fired in the hands of the Chinese soldiers, Ozawa knew that maybe it would be his turn next.
At this time, a shell landed next to the crater where Ozawa was lying. A pine tree that was blown down suddenly fell down, covering most of the crater and blocking Ozawa's sight.
"Mom... I don't want to die!"
Ozawa murmured in his mouth. This was when Ozawa shrank his body in the crater and suddenly had an idea. He glanced around and found a corpse next to him and quickly pulled the corpse to him.
Ozawa's idea was very simple. He just wanted to survive well and return to his hometown to see his relatives. After a few dozen seconds, Ozawa felt a noise above his head, and the gunshots around him seemed to have fallen silent.
Through the gap between the pine trees, Ozawa saw several soldiers wearing iron-gray military uniforms slowly walking towards him. They were holding either rifles or short and powerful submachine guns in their hands. For some reason, Ozawa suddenly envied them.
To be able to have this automatic weapon that can fire continuously.
For a long time, there was no movement around.
Ozawa couldn't help but think to himself, they should leave.
Just when he wanted to take a look and looked around, a grenade with green smoke rolled into the crater where he was hiding without any warning...