In the command post, everyone had just learned of this situation, and they all felt that this was tantamount to draining the firepower. Two-thirds of the entire army's strength had been taken away in this way, leaving only their 180th Division to contain them before the battle in the central part.
Enemies that are several times higher than your own.
How to fight this battle? Everyone was muttering in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out.
When Commander Zheng first heard the news, his eyes were particularly shocked. His instinct of leading the troops in combat all year round told him that from the moment the volunteer artillery positions sounded, his troops were already in despair. He did not want his subordinates to see his
Shocked, he held a half-burned cigarette in his hand. He didn't smoke this time, but he had a bad premonition in his heart. However, he tried to restrain himself, because this was just a premonition. Will it happen?
Everything is unknown...
The night is empty.
Artillery fire was vented towards the enemy's defense line in front of Xia Yuan's sharp knife platoon, and the continuous roar echoed among the mountains and rivers. They were lying on the ground, and they could clearly feel the earth in their position and the mountains and rivers roaring.
From a distance, a row of soldiers saw that the enemy's position seemed to be blooming with flowers. Dark earthy flowers were blooming. Those were their own cannons.
Wang Xiaoliang was very happy: "Blow these bastards to death!"
Liu Tiezhu controlled a light machine gun and turned to Wang Xiaoliang and said: "When we meet again later, lower your body and rush to the bunker. Where there is a bunker, the enemy cannot hit it. Don't panic and hide in the bunker."
It's safe behind you. Enemy bullets can't hit you, but you can't stay too long. The enemy's cannons will be aimed at your bunker. When you're sure it's safe, you must change your position."
Wang Xiaoliang said: "You have taught me several times, and I have remembered it in my heart. I am also a veteran now."
Liu Tiezhu chuckled: "This is to teach you how to survive! The company commander said that this time our enemies are several times more numerous than us, so we must be careful!"
A row of soldiers lay down behind the bunker with their guns in hand, waiting quietly for the artillery fire to end. Xia Yuan put a whistle in his mouth, holding a big eight pills, and scanned the enemy's position. Under the raging artillery fire, the enemy's
The position has been bombed to pieces. The enemy's bombers were so blown away that they were hiding in the bomb crater without even daring to show their heads.
The intensity of the artillery fire gradually weakened a bit, and the enemy's position was filled with gunpowder smoke. Their attack route was three mountain ridges five to six meters wide, slanting on the mountainside. For the attacking side, these three mountain ridges were
Just like a bridge leading to death, the enemy's machine gun bunker is entrenched on the mountain ridge. Just one machine gun bunker can cover a mountain ridge.
And there are still seven or eight machine gun bunkers on the edge of the mountain.
The soldiers had no fear, but were full of fighting spirit and unprecedented enthusiasm.
As the last artillery shell fell on the enemy's position, the five-minute artillery attack from the rear to support them came to an end.
Xia Yuan realized that the time had come for them to attack, so he blew the whistle in his hand. He stood up, picked up the big eight pills, aimed at a machine gun bunker in the distance that had not yet been blown up, and pulled the trigger. The bullets fired.
It came out of the barrel, spun through the falling soil, and slipped through the hole of the machine gun bunker.
Dang! Poof!
A US soldier tilted his head and fell to the ground.
"The first squad is responsible for attacking the left wing, the second squad will follow me to attack the center, and the third squad will attack the right wing. Remember this, hit hard!"
Xia Yuanduan picked up the big eight pills and rushed towards the enemy's position, giving orders as he ran.
"careful!"
Lao Yang shouted from behind.
Xia Yuan responded: "Don't worry, the American devils can't kill me, let's see how I deal with them!"
On the frontal battlefield, an enemy company suffered no casualties under the fierce artillery fire of the volunteers. Only the initial bombing caused huge casualties to them. When the subsequent bombing fell on the position, they were already hiding in the bomb shelter.
, the artillery fire of the Volunteer Army only lasted for five minutes. The central battlefield was not a key offensive area, and these artillery fires were only to reduce the frontal pressure of the 180th Division.
But it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, destroying most of the fortifications. Some solid fortifications were not destroyed, such as the concrete bunker on the edge of the mountain, which was indestructible.
It's better than nothing.
After a round of artillery fire, a large area of the enemy's defenses was destroyed. As a row of soldiers charged, the enemy's machine guns rang out. Niu Fengyang led the second squad to attack the front. On the right was the third squad leader Zhou Xingyong, and on the left was the first squad leader Tan Zhanbiao.
When a row of soldiers began to charge at the destroyed machine gun bunker, chains of fire were released from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
The bullets sank into the soil with a pop, and splashes of soil fell down one after another. The attacking soldiers fell to the ground before they could even run a few steps, with mud flying all over their faces.
Wang Xiaoliang ran forward a few steps, when the enemy's heavy machine gun rang out, his expression suddenly changed, and he lay down on the spot. The bullets exploded on the ground above his head, creating craters the size of a baby's fist. Liu Tiezhu controlled
The light machine gun tried to suppress the enemy's machine gun bunker, but when the enemy's machine gun fired, the firepower was unprecedentedly ferocious.
Three long chains of fire bloomed in the dark night, and were thrown down like three thunderous whips. The suppressed Liu Tiezhu could not even lift his head. He could only hold the light machine gun and cursed these American devils for their complete lack of life.
, five minutes of artillery fire did not kill them.
He also saw Wang Xiaoliang and many soldiers in his squad being suppressed by the enemy's heavy machine gun. He gritted his teeth and set up the machine gun again. Before the trigger could be pulled a few times, a string of fire chain whips was thrown over, and the bullets passed by and hit his bunker.
A series of craters appeared on the ground.
Xia Yuan controlled a big eight pill, destroyed the bunker in front, and ordered the second squadron soldiers to rush forward. He knew that both the left and right wings were suppressed by the enemy's machine gun bunkers, and the number of enemies was far greater than that of the second row.
, without him, a frontal attack would be difficult.
But now that he is here, destroying the enemy's machine gun bunker is a piece of cake.
When he went to Ganling, he used a big eight-pellet to shoot down countless foreign Japanese machine gun bunkers. He had become perfect at dealing with this thing.
Captain Lei at the rear saw Xia Yuan's marksmanship and was amazed: "Well, I blinded the enemy's machine gun bunker with one shot. The marksmanship of the platoon leader has indeed improved tremendously. It seems that he has not fallen behind during this period of training."
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Instructor Shao looked worried, "The enemy has built so many firepower points on the front. After a round of artillery fire, there are actually seven machine gun bunkers. This is only the equipment of one company of American devils. The equipment of American devils is also very good!"
Far above us!"
Because of Xia Yuan's presence on the front, a small gap was opened, but the situation on the left and right wings was not good. The platoon led by Tan Zhanbiao encountered the suppression of three enemy machine gun bunkers, and the third platoon of Zhou Xingyong on the right wing also encountered two enemy
The machine gun provides low-security suppression and fierce firepower.
The enemy's grenades seemed to have endless vents. They kept ringing at the front of their attack, and the sound of broken shrapnel streaking through the air was clearly audible.
Zhou Xingyong cursed: "Damn it, the enemy's firepower is so fierce, Lao Xu, blow up their bunker! Others, take cover!"
Concrete bunkers are difficult to destroy just by throwing grenades.
"Why!"
An old soldier threw his submachine gun behind him, grabbed a blasting tube he had brought with him, rushed out of the bunker and rushed forward. The soldiers were scattered along the charge route, shooting at the enemy's machine gun bunker.
"Shoot, shoot, the enemy is coming!"
The U.S. troops in the position stabilized the helmets on their heads. When they saw Lao Xu rushing over, they immediately panicked, yelled, and shot at Lao Xu with a big gun. The bullets were fired head-on, and a bullet hit him.
After hitting Lao Xu on the shoulder, his whole body fell heavily to the ground as if he had been struck by a whip.
"Old Xu!"
Zhou Xingyong’s eyes were tearing.
The other soldiers were shocked: "Deputy squad leader!"
"I'm fine!"
Lao Xu fell to the ground and reached out to grab his shoulder. Blood was coming out. His shoulder was numb and he couldn't feel the pain at all. He gritted his teeth, took off the submachine gun from his body, put it on the ground, and put his other hand on the ground.
He grabbed the blasting tube and was about to stand up when he fell to the ground again.
This scene stirred the hearts of the soldiers of the third squadron.
The bullet seemed to be stuck in the bone. When his arm moved slightly, the pain directly covered his whole body. When the numbness dissipated, the pain in his left shoulder rolled in and out. Lao Xu was sweating all over his forehead, but he heard the enemy's machine gun above his head.
The firing continued, and when he saw other soldiers being suppressed by the enemy's heavy machine guns and unable to move, Lao Xu gritted his teeth, dug his hands into the soil, arched his body slightly, grabbed the blasting barrel and rushed forward to face the enemy's bullets.
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However, as soon as he broke out of the bunker, the American soldier who had already taken aim pulled the trigger. The big eight bullets were fired continuously, and the bullets swished over and sank into Lao Xu's body. After two shots and a few steps, his
Clumps of blood bloomed from his body, and under the powerful force of the bullet, his body fell heavily backwards.
The soldiers of the third squad all stared wide-eyed and shouted: "Deputy squad leader!"
Zhou Xingyong's heart hurt so much that he shouted: "Old Xu!"
"Squad leader, let me go!"
A recruit Danzi shouted, with tears mixed with the dirt on his face, he grabbed the explosive bag beside him and shouted.
He is a new recruit. The deputy squad leader usually takes good care of them and treats them like his own father, allowing them to quickly adapt to this unfamiliar environment. After long training, if their pants are torn, it is the deputy squad leader who helps them mend them.
, when encountering the US bombing, the first thing the deputy squad leader thought of was these new recruits. There are deputy squad leaders like Lao Xu in every class. If a squad is compared to a family, then the squad leader is equivalent to playing the father.
The same role, and the deputy monitor is equivalent to playing the same role as a mother.
Lao Xu's death in battle filled the recruits in the class with hatred for the U.S. military. They angrily pulled the triggers and fired bullets at the enemy's machine gun bunker. The crisp sounds continued, but they were all blocked by the enemy's concrete bunker.
A veteran named Zhang Haifeng frowned. He snatched an explosive pack from the recruit Danzi and said: "There is an eighty-year-old woman in my hometown. When we win, you go home and replace my mother."
Kowtow. This is really my first time blowing up an American bunker. If the bombing doesn’t damage it, you can think of other ways!"
After that, Zhang Haifeng, a veteran, rushed out of the bunker with the explosive package in his arms and rushed towards the enemy's two machine gun bunkers.
"Cover Zhang Haifeng!"
However, before he could reach within five meters of the enemy's machine gun bunker position, clouds of blood exploded on his body. The recruit's eyes widened and tears flowed down uncontrollably as he looked at Zhang Haifeng who had fallen.
Zhou Xingyong felt a sharp pain in his heart. He dug his palms into the soil and held on with all his strength.
The third squadron faced two enemy machine gun bunkers, plus heavy fire support provided by US soldiers. It was already so difficult. The first squadron faced three enemy machine gun bunkers, and it was even more difficult.
The offensive route itself has encountered huge obstacles, but this highland is the core of a 'U'-shaped highway. If the highland is not taken down, the enemy can be condescending, threatening the highway all day long, and even covering the enemy's ground troops.
It seriously hindered the 180th Division's advance, but the vitality of this enemy was extremely tenacious, and the five-minute artillery attack did not have much impact on this US military force.
Three heavy machine guns formed a crossfire, and there were US soldiers on both sides as cover, which greatly hindered the volunteers' attack. In addition, several enemy steel cannons were venting overhead, and the row of soldiers suppressed by fire was completely unable to move.
Only the frontal battlefield was tense and fast. Xia Yuan lay on the ground, faced the enemy's dense bullets, raised his gun and fired, and the bullets burrowed into the enemy's body, quickly harvesting the lives of the American soldiers.
After he knocked down the enemy's bunker, the third group of soldiers successfully broke through the enemy's forward position. However, there was still huge resistance in the enemy's rear. The US military stationed a company of troops on this high ground. After a long period of time,
In addition, the US military weapons and equipment on this mountain top are luxurious.
Just after breaking through the enemy's forward position, the enemy's rear position was rebuilt with a machine gun bunker that had been destroyed by artillery fire. Xia Yuan quickly destroyed the enemy's bunker. The scream of US artillery shells suddenly sounded in the sky. Xia Yuan suddenly felt bad and hugged him.
He quickly retreated with his gun, and the shells fell on the position he had just concealed. The soil was rolled up ten feet high, and the ground was shaking slightly. Above his head, the sound of US heavy machine guns sounded again. The soldiers of the third squadron who had just broken through to the forward position were once again attacked by the enemy.
Suppression, even the US troops on the left and right sides can draw out their hands and attack their ribs, forming a pincer attack.
These three highlands are inherently easy to defend and difficult to attack. The charging distance is very long. The enemy can fully launch a defense line on the mountain and form an overwhelming force.
Lao Yang was suppressed by the enemy's heavy machine gun and couldn't even lift his head. He shouted: "Lao Xia, find a way. If we continue to fight like this, we will be consumed by the enemy."
A mortar shell exploded above Xia Yuan's head. Fortunately, Xia Yuan was cautious and climbed very low. Broken shrapnel flew everywhere above his head. Xia Yuan raised his head with lingering fear and saw that he only relied on his own strength.
, it is impossible to form effective suppression at all, even if you knock down the enemy's bunker, it will not help. The American devils are not fools. They know how to hide in the bunker and shoot, so that they cannot shoot at them.