Two gunshots were heard from the top of the mountain, killing two Japanese soldiers and startling the attacking little Japanese.
The Japanese squadron leader held the command knife in his crotch tightly and frowned. Early this morning, the artillery bombardment of Wushan lasted for two hours. Then he sent two squadrons to attack Wushan. Although they successfully captured Wushan, they were later counterattacked by the Chinese. The position
Lost.
The two squadrons gathered strength and counterattacked again. The battle lasted all morning. In the end, only two or three disgraced Japanese soldiers retreated from the mountain.
Apparently they were severely attacked by the Chinese.
From yesterday until they entered, they had already suffered a setback in Wushan and Dingshan. They didn't expect that these two mountains would be so difficult to defeat.
This time I was ordered to attack Wushan with the idea of wheel warfare. I wanted to use wheel warfare to consume the national army's strength.
But as soon as they stepped onto the foot of Wushan Mountain, bullets were fired from the top of the mountain, killing two soldiers.
This is not good news.
It is more than two hundred meters from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. The opponent uses a 38-meter cover. Shooting at close range is extremely lethal. Shooting from a long distance is less lethal. Even so, he still killed two people.
A soldier, and the bullet hit a vital point.
The gunfire was very faint. Judging from the sound, it was fired from at least 300 meters away.
This is quite contradictory. The gunfire was obviously very small and came from a few hundred meters away, but the Wushan Mountain above us was only over 200 meters high.
The result is quite a contradiction.
"attack!"
However, the death of the two soldiers certainly could not stop the Japanese attack.
A brief thought flashed through the squadron leader's mind, but he was frightened before he even saw the figure of the Chinese. This is not the style of the Imperial Japanese Army.
The Japanese soldiers continued to charge forward, and Xia Yuan's shooting gave the Japanese soldiers a gentle blow. This was also his intention. It could not only consume the enemy's vitality, but also paralyze the enemy.
The enemy rushed halfway up the mountain, less than a hundred meters away from the position. You could see the faces of the Japanese soldiers. They were not tall, but they were quite arrogant. They rushed up the mountain with all their strength.
"Get ready." Xia Yuan grabbed the grenade and stared at the Japanese army.
When the Japanese army continued to approach the forward position and reached 30 meters, approaching the range where everyone could throw grenades, he gave the order, "Hit". In an instant, bullets and grenades greeted the Japanese as if they were free.
Although everyone's accuracy was far off, Xia Yuan's accuracy was good and his throwing speed was very fast.
Thirty distance, hit wherever you want.
The grenade was thrown even more accurately.
The other soldiers threw grenades, but most of them fell to the ground and exploded. The grenade thrown by Xia Yuan exploded in mid-air. It was very lethal. One grenade could kill three or four Japanese soldiers.
The combat effectiveness of a class is still a bit weak.
The Japanese troops rushed to the forward positions despite suffering huge casualties.
"Attack! The Chinese position is up there."
The squadron leader hid behind a tree and ordered the Japanese soldiers to attack the top of the mountain. As they approached the position on the top of the mountain, their hearts were filled with hope.
Xia Yuan gathered his position on the top of the mountain. Naturally, there were no lines of defense. This was the last line of defense. What he did was to plan to fight with the Japanese devils repeatedly. Only in this way could he reduce his own casualties and increase the casualties of the Japanese army.
If you really want to pull a battalion to the battlefield and line up to fight the Japanese, the casualties will be unbearable.
A squadron of Japanese soldiers quickly rushed to the forward position, killing two soldiers in one squadron. Xia Yuan immediately led other soldiers to evacuate along the transportation trenches prepared in advance.
They caused a lot of casualties to the attacking Japanese troops. Even if these Japanese troops occupied the forward positions, they were unable to launch attacks on the rear positions. The two sides could only shoot at each other from a position dozens of meters wide.
With Xia Yuan's presence, he could easily find the location of the Japanese soldiers in complex terrain by listening to sounds, and when he pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier fell in the trench.
The casualties of the Japanese army were increasing, which doubled the pressure on the Japanese squadron leaders. Their position was not good. Although the position on the hilltop was relatively flat, the enemy was still condescending and they could not suppress the Chinese.
Seeing the casualties increasing, the squadron leader finally realized that if they continued to stay here, they would be exhausted sooner or later. On the other hand, the Chinese casualties did not seem to be too big.
"Baga." The squadron leader cursed angrily and ordered a detachment of Japanese troops to find the communication ditch and attack the upper position of the Chinese army.
Immediately afterwards, a fierce battle came from the front.
After about twenty minutes, the gunfire stopped and there was no movement. A Japanese soldier cautiously stuck his head out.
Whoosh, a bullet rubbed the air and penetrated the helmet. The soldier fell heavily to the wall of the rear trench as if being whipped by a whip, and lay motionless on the ground.
"Nani?" This squadron leader is also a veteran on the battlefield. How could he not hear the man's chaotic gunshots? With a small number of troops, a squadron of them attacked for an hour and suffered heavy casualties, but they still failed to defeat him.
Some people don't quite understand when the Chinese people became so powerful in combat.
"The Japs have retreated, the Japs have retreated."
The squad leader held up his helmet and saw the Japanese soldiers who had taken down the forward position throwing grenades, and then started running down the mountain. He suddenly became excited, raised his gun and began to aim. He fired a shot, but missed.
On the other side, Xia Yuan fired shot after shot. The retreating Japanese soldiers continued to fall down. There was no gunfire on the position. The Japanese soldiers ran away and they could not hit them. Only their battalion commander was still shooting. This series of
bullets, killing at least a dozen Japanese devils.
If it hadn't been for the time lost in reloading, it is estimated that more Japanese soldiers would have been killed.
"Go clean the battlefield quickly." The squad leader reacted and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The little Japanese soldiers in the forward position were repulsed by them. More than ten soldiers, carrying guns, searched for the communication trenches and came to the forward position to clean up the battlefield.
The first batch of attacking teams eventually retreated down the mountain, leaving only about twenty people. The squadron leader also failed to escape. During the retreat, he was beaten to death by the Chinese on the mountain.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! One by one, they returned to the Japanese garrison in disgrace.
Not to mention how ugly the face of the commander of the Japanese Toyodashima Mountain Brigade was, he immediately ordered another squadron to continue attacking the top of the mountain.
The attack of this squadron was the same as before, still hitting a wall.
It was better than the previous squadron. When we retreated, there were still more than thirty people.
The squadron leader is still dead.
When the commander of the Toyodashima Mountain Brigade saw two groups of people rushing up the mountain and being beaten and disabled by the Chinese, he stamped his feet angrily. He ordered the artillery to bombard the mountain and blow up the top of the mountain at all costs.
At first, Xia Yuan thought that the Japanese bombardment was just a simple bombardment. However, more than ten minutes later, the intensity of the bombardment did not weaken at all, and the coverage area was even getting wider and wider.
Being experienced, he immediately ordered the team to retreat to the reverse slope.
The reverse slope of Wushan is just behind, but the positions on the mountain have been covered by Japanese artillery fire. The irregular shelling has shrouded the entire Wushan.
The earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.
Even their position was shrouded in a huge roar. First of all, it was a question of whether they could rush out. Secondly, the sound of the Japanese artillery fire was too loud. His shouts were swallowed up and everyone was gesticulating.
They couldn't understand either. They were hiding in bomb shelters, holding their guns tightly, facing the Japanese shelling, and praying in their hearts.
The bombardment lasted for two full hours. Wushan was filled with gunpowder smoke, black smoke billowing, and the roar was deafening.
Xia Yuanti dug a bomb shelter, but he was still buried under Japanese artillery fire. He was breathing heavily, and he might be able to hold it in, but he couldn't hold it in for too long, so he had to pull at the soft soil to expose the gap.
Put your face to the gap and breathe.
The artillery fire continued, my ears were ringing, and I couldn't remember the time.
It always feels like time is getting longer and longer.
Boom, boom.
He covered his ears and his body was squeezed by the soil. A small gap was his only means of survival. In order to prevent the gap from being buried, he stretched his gun and pushed it upwards to ensure that the gap in his life would not collapse.
He didn't know the condition of the others, but it was estimated that not many would survive such a long-lasting bombardment by the Japanese army.
Xia Yuan still underestimated the Japanese bombardment.
It lasted for two hours, which was extremely long. To him, it seemed like a whole day had passed. The shelling was over and the top of Wushan was cut off by the Japanese shelling.
Xia Yuan dug out from the soil, and black gunpowder smoke enveloped the position on the mountain. It was said to be a position, but there was not even a trench. The soil turned over by the bomb was soft, and a gun supported the life passage. He was lucky to survive.
down, but others were not so lucky.
All the officers and soldiers of the Independent Battalion who stood on the top of the mountain were killed in action, and no one of their bodies was intact. They were all blown away and reduced to pieces.
Even the officers and soldiers behind the reverse slope were not spared. Deputy Battalion Commander Yuan thought of digging the reverse slope trench closer to the position. In this way, once the Japanese army attacked the position, they could support and counterattack as quickly as possible.
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Who would have imagined that the Japanese army carried out frantic bombing for two hours in the morning, knocking down all the trees on the top of Wushan Mountain, and tearing up the grass, revealing the bare land.
In the afternoon, another two hours of frantic bombing was carried out.
Mortars and howitzers of various calibers were used, and even warships anchored on the Jiangyin River provided artillery support.
Wushan was enveloped in a huge roar.
Just as the Japanese army was bombing Wushan indiscriminately, Commander Luo and Commander Dai Ziqi of the 163rd Regiment heard the Japanese shelling and came to the front to watch. The shelling lasted for more than 20 minutes, and the sky over Wushan was filled with black smoke.
It rolled, covering the sky and the sun, as if the sky had turned dark.
"The Japanese army started shelling again frantically. They may not be able to hold on to this level of shelling." Commander Luo's heart tightened and he said, "Master, I'll order them to withdraw."
"It's too late." Dai Ziqi said calmly, listening to the continuous roar of artillery fire, which was as powerful as thunder, exploding on both sides of Jiangyin, reverberating, spreading, and lasting.
Even the defenders on the reverse slope were unable to escape.
"They are here. If they don't hear any resistance, the independent battalion may be completely destroyed." Commander Luo's heart sank. Just as he finished speaking, he heard messy gunshots coming from the mountain. There were still people resisting. His face showed a smile.
Joy: "It's too late, there are still people resisting, Master, I will send people to reinforce immediately."
"Go quickly!"
Captain Luo saw the Japanese troops rushing up Wushan through the telescope, and could still hear some resistance. However, the Japanese troops had already rushed to the top of the mountain. The independent battalion had experienced a round of fierce shelling and it was difficult to hold on to its position.
After receiving the approval from the commander, Commander Luo immediately went to find the 7th and 8th companies and charged towards Wushan.
The teams of the 7th and 8th companies had already been assembled. He came to the team and said to everyone: "Brothers, we raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a while. Today we serve the country and fight to the death. This is the accusation of the soldiers. We
It is glorious to sacrifice one's life for the rise and fall of the country! We are about to fight the enemy desperately, no one can be a coward, we must win glory for the country and the 613th Regiment!"
With his encouragement, the 7th and 8th companies immediately rushed towards Wushan.
This time, Captain Luo personally led the charge, snatched the Czech style from a soldier, and charged with them to Wushan Mountain.
The morale of the 7th and 8th companies was greatly boosted, and their hearts were uplifted.
At this moment, the enemy was attacking the last point in Wushan. The difficulty of attacking these last points was extremely high. On the way to the attack, a large number of corpses of Japanese soldiers fell down. They used grenades to attack the last point of the Chinese army.
During the bombardment, we never expected that the grenade soldiers would be killed by the Chinese on the mountain just as they emerged.
At this time, the 7th and 8th companies rushed up. The Japanese were not prepared at all. Their attention was all on the last point. They crawled on the ground in groups and shot in one direction. Therefore, their flanks were exposed.
In front of the 7th and 8th companies.
Captain Luo took the lead and fired at the Japanese troops in Czech style. The enemies did not understand what happened and fell to the ground one after another, confused.
The commander of the 7th company was tall and powerful. He held a bayonet and stabbed five Japanese soldiers in a row. When he stabbed the sixth Japanese soldier, he was stabbed in the back by a Japanese soldier. He fell forward and blood gurgled from him.
The wound flowed out. The 7th company commander endured the severe pain, picked up the smoking grenade on the ground, hugged a Japanese officer with a telescope on his chest, and pressed the grenade tightly to the Japanese's back. He only heard
There was a "boom" sound, and a hole was blown in the Japanese's back, killing him.
The commander of the 7th company was short-lived, his right arm was blown off, bone stubble was exposed from the broken arm, and blood continued to flow.
He was completely stunned by the explosion and did not know the pain. He saw three Japs holding bayonets and surrounding Commander Luo. He stepped forward and punched one of the Japs from the back with his left hand. Then he punched one Japs again.
, defeated the second Japs. Unfortunately again, Captain Luo was stabbed in the vital part by a Japanese Japs. He fell in a pool of blood and never stood up again.
The 7th company commander also had no strength. His right arm was blown off and he lost too much blood. His brain began to blur and he fell to the ground. He looked at the smoke-filled sky, thinking about how many Japanese he had killed and whether he had enough.