Looking at the howling wind and heavy rain around him, Gao Hongming was about to cancel the attack order, but then thought about it and changed his words: "Fight...why not fight? It's difficult for us in this kind of weather. Isn't it difficult for the Japanese?"
Tell the troops that the attack plan remains unchanged. I don’t believe it. Is it possible that Turululu Mountain cannot be taken down?”
"clear!"
Chi Yaohui didn't try to persuade him any more. He turned around, grabbed the phone on the table, and said only one sentence into the phone: "The attack plan is on schedule!"
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Where is hell? Yoshino Ozawa did not know, but huddled in the trench flooded by rain, Yoshino Ozawa felt that this was hell.
Just now, he was knocked unconscious by a shell in the trench and was seen by a passing soldier, who dragged him to a high ground not far away, otherwise he would have been drowned long ago.
Through the light of lightning, a lieutenant saw a group of shivering soldiers huddled in a trench filled with sewage.
Looking at these exhausted and listless soldiers, the lieutenant gritted his teeth and pointed to a tent on a high ground a few meters behind him.
"Except for the machine gunners and sentries, everyone else retreated into the tents."
As soon as the soldiers who could no longer bear it heard the lieutenant's order, they rushed out of the trenches filled with mud and sewage, ran straight to the high ground, and got into the legendary "paradise" tent.
As soon as the soldiers entered the tent, heavy rain poured down, and the tent was also wet. The soldiers took off their shoes and dried their soaked feet. For these soldiers who were accustomed to the arid and cold climate of Manchuria, Guadalcanal in the rainy season was no different.
Hell, and the American and Chinese armies on the opposite side are devils. The only difference is that maybe hell will be drier.
"Damn it!" A Japanese soldier noticed that something seemed to be crawling under the blanket. As soon as he lifted the wet blanket, a triangular-shaped krait with rings all over its body suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he could exclaim,
, a cold light flashed on the side, and the sergeant on the side was the first to kill the snake with a knife.
In this kind of tropical rainforest, venomous snakes and anthus are simply too common.
“My emperor is prosperous for thousands of generations;
The gravel is rocky and covered with moss."
In the trench, the machine gunner, who was soaked in rainwater from the waist down, tapped the cold barrel of the Type 92 heavy machine gun with a rice spoon and sang "Kiminoyo" in a thick Kanto accent.
The singing echoed in the trenches, and even the soldiers in the wet tents were listening attentively.
That's right, this sad song is the national anthem of Japan. It is also the shortest national anthem in the world, with only 28 words in the entire song.
But such a sad song is loved crazily by all Japanese people. This may be the characteristic that distinguishes the Japanese from other nations.
A sad song echoed in the trench filled with stagnant water. A sentry leaned against a tree trunk and hummed the song softly with half-closed eyes. But soon something happened in front of him interrupted the sentry's thoughts. Under the light of lightning, he
They saw a dense group of people rushing toward them with guns in hand like demons.
"Bang! Chinese people."
When the Chinese soldiers rushed to the front, the sentry fired a warning shot, but it was too late. The remnants of the Ueda detachment stationed here lost the chance to fight back.
Gao Hongming was right in his estimation. Although the sudden downpour made the attack more difficult, it also paralyzed the Japanese army. When the attacking troops rushed more than 100 meters in front of the Japanese position, the slow Japanese army discovered that this sudden appearance
The Chinese army in front of us.
Suddenly, Yoshino Ozawa, who was busy shooting, felt a numbness in his chest, and collapsed softly in the mud. He tried to stand up, but was unable to do so, and his upper body had completely lost consciousness.
At the same time, the Japanese soldiers who were driven back to the tent to rest by the officers screamed and rushed out of the tent with rifles to face the Chinese army. However, as soon as they rushed out of the tent, they were quickly swept down by a dense rain of bullets.
"Woooooooo..."
There was a sound of cracking in the air, and the Chinese artillery fire began.
Liantai Militia's artillery attack has a special feature. They will start at the moment of infantry assault, and then the infantry who initiates the assault can move forward closely with the artillery fire. This method of attack is a great test of artillery skills, because if you are not careful, your own infantry will be accidentally injured.
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Li Sanpao, who had just returned from injury, was running desperately, and his blown limbs were scattered on the muddy position. Li Sanpao, who was rushing in front, was suddenly hit by something. With the help of the flash of artillery fire, he took a closer look and found that he had been bombed.
A flying broken arm.
At this time, the Japanese troops who reacted fired wildly in front of the position, while the soldiers in front also rushed forward regardless of their own safety.
The shouts, whistles, and gunshots of officers and non-commissioned officers made the front of the position noisy. Suddenly, lines of blood spurted out from the backs of the soldiers who were at the front, and then they fell to the ground without saying a word.
Tens of meters is the distance between life and death.
"Grenade, grenade 1"
Hand grenades were thrown into the trench like raindrops less than thirty meters away from the Japanese defense line.
At the moment when the muddy water and bloody water caused by the grenade exploded, Li Sanpao's company had broken through the defense line defended by the Ueda detachment, and the red-eyed soldiers immediately jumped into the waist-deep trench with water.
The moment he jumped into the water trench, Li Sanpao realized that he had jumped into a crowd of people. A Japanese soldier stabbed him with a Type 38 rifle without saying a word, but the waist-deep water slowed down the opponent's speed.
The moment Li Sanpao turned sideways to avoid the bayonet, he hit the Japanese soldier in the back of the head with the 98K rifle butt. The hot and sticky liquid covered his face, which seemed to be the enemy's brains. More Japanese soldiers surrounded him.
come over.
"Oh shit……"
Before Li Sanpao could curse, a series of crisp MP40 submachine gun shots rang out overhead, and a cloud of blood mist rose from the three Japanese soldiers surrounding Li Sanpao.
"Li Sanpao...are you fucking stupid? Why did you jump in there with a rifle? You're looking for death!" The platoon leader's angry voice came to his ears.
"If any brother slips and throws a grenade into it, there will be several meters of grass on your grave next year!"
While talking, the two soldiers stretched out their hands and worked together to pull up Li Sanpao who was stuck in the mud.
Before Li Sanpao could take a breath, he was kicked by the platoon leader on the butt, and his curse came in his ears: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and follow the troops!"
As a result, Li Sanpao, whose lower body was covered in mud, stumbled along with the troops and continued to charge.
"Sir, the troops rushed forward, and the Japanese army was completely unprepared!" a staff officer reported excitedly.
"Very good, tell the first battalion commander and ask him to seize the time to expand the results of the battle. He must drive away or even annihilate the Japanese in the east. We must not let them relax!"
Gao Hongming was very satisfied with the troops' results. He strode out of the headquarters and came to an observation post to pick up his telescope.
In the pouring rain, blurry black spots could be vaguely seen advancing towards the Japanese positions.
Seeing this, Gao Hongming knew that he was almost certain to capture the eastern position of Turulu Mountain this time.