A series of low sounds sounded from behind the position, and the company's three 60 mortars quickly fired shells 400 meters ahead.
"Boom boom boom..."
Several rounds of artillery shells fell on the Japanese attacking formation, knocking down three or four Japanese soldiers who were charging forward. However, the surrounding Japanese soldiers turned a deaf ear to this and continued to charge forward. The Third Division
They are indeed the elite of the Japanese army. Although dozens of people were killed and injured by the remaining landmines on the position, under the supervision of the officers, they still rushed forward without stopping.
Finally, because the M2 large-caliber machine gun was destroyed, Liu Tianhai's company's position lacked a sharp weapon that could threaten the Japanese army. A small group of Japanese soldiers finally rushed to a place more than a hundred meters away from Liu Tianhai.
Looking at the Japanese troops getting closer and closer, Liu Tianhai roared in his throat: "Kill!"
With a roar coming from his throat, he poked the Thompson submachine gun out of the crater, pointed outside and pulled the trigger.
"Da da da……"
"Da da da……"
There were other stormtroopers who were doing exactly the same thing as Liu Tianhai. A hail of hot bullets swept towards the Japanese army, knocking down the Japanese army that rushed over Yiming Ming to the ground.
As if he was releasing the depression and rage in his heart, Liu Tianhai laughed wildly while firing, and bullets flew out spinning at a fatal speed.
Soon, a 100-round drum was finished. Liu Tianhai took out the drum from his bag without thinking, reloaded it, and then pulled the trigger again.
I don't know when, there were gusts of wind in the sky, and then the sky began to darken. Before the two sides who were fighting on the ground could react, raindrops began to fall from the sky, and soon it turned into
A heavy downpour.
The weather in June is like a child's face, it changes at a moment's notice, and soon everything on the ground turned into a swampy country. The sudden heavy rain caught both warring parties off guard, and also made the commanders of both sides curse.
The commander of the third division, Toshima Botaro, looked at the heavy rain in the sky and cursed loudly because the heavy rain would definitely turn the battlefield into a swamp. This was extremely detrimental to the attacking side. Zhou Huangzu, who was at the command post, also looked at the sky and cursed.
, due to the weather, the bomber he had just taken off had no choice but to return. Otherwise, if it rained for a little longer, the airport behind would turn into a pool, and their plane would not be able to land.
"Boom boom..."
Along with the heavy downpour, several large-caliber artillery shells landed in front of a small hill, exploding a cloud of mud.
The sound of gunfire slowly subsided, and the rain became heavier and heavier. Liu Tianhai raised his eyes and saw the continuous hills that appeared in his field of vision. The hills were wrapped in heavy rain. There were no more hills in front of him.
There are no protrusions, whether man-made or natural. The surface of the hill is covered only with craters, craters filled with mud.
There is endless dark blue mist in the sky above the hills, and the sticky rain tightly sticks the hills and mist together. The puddles in the lower areas have long turned into dark brown, and are as sticky as puddles of paste.
, corpses and pieces of smoke powder can be seen floating on the surface of the paste from time to time. Raindrops fell to the surface of the paste bit by bit, and then were quickly melted by the thick and dark paste, leaving not a single ripple.
Occasionally, a few artillery shells hurriedly smashed into the dark mud with a narrow hissing sound. Then several dirty and ugly mud pillars rose on the surface of the puddle. Red-brown flames burned on the top of the mud pillars.
The earth tried to escape towards the gloomy sky, as if they could not bear the warm embrace of the foul-smelling black paste.
A sudden heavy rain interrupted the Japanese offensive, but strangely, the commanders on both sides of the war were cursing at the heavy rain.
Looking at the pouring rain outside through the telescope, Fusutaro Toshima said helplessly to Toshio Tabata. "Okay, Tabata-kun, order the soldiers to retreat. In this case, it will be no different if we let the warriors continue to attack."
So he committed suicide."
Futaro Toshima's voice revealed a strong sense of helplessness. He was unwilling to give in. Seeing that the vanguard was about to charge into the Chinese position, the sudden heavy rain disrupted all his plans. Just then
Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the surface of the position that had been blown to dust by artillery shells was turned into mud immediately after being soaked by the rain. Dozens of soldiers who had rushed to the position only more than 100 meters away from the Chinese position were like mud monkeys.
He took a step and fell. In such a state, let alone fighting, even maintaining the balance of the body became a problem. In the end, the Chinese soldiers shot him with a rifle as easily as hunting. "Tick-tick-tick..."
The mournful sound of trumpets sounded on the battlefield, and the Japanese troops, who were still struggling to attack forward, retreated like a tide.
It's just that when the Japanese army came, it was not as easy as when they left. Not only Fusutaro Toshima knew the current situation on the battlefield, but all the officers on the battlefield also knew very well that if they don't kill the drowned dog now, how long will it take?
"Brothers, rush and drive the little devil back!"
Suddenly, a loud charge horn sounded on the battlefield, and the soldiers who had been suppressed hard by the Japanese army jumped out of the trenches and rushed forward.
The few remaining artillery fires at the rear of the position quickly opened fire toward the front.
After struggling to pull out his leather boots from the thick black mud, Liu Tianhai fumbled with the safety of his Thompson submachine gun and rushed out. Several other people also ran into the mud not far from him.
A soldier, all of them were covered in gray mud at this time, only their faces were slightly cleaner, and the Garand rifles in their hands looked like mud sticks.
"Come on!"
"Da da da……"
Liu Haitian stumbled and ran as hard as he could, the submachine gun in his hand firing continuously towards the front. The hundred-round drum drum was providing him with ample ammunition at this time.
"Boom boom..."
The artillery shells screamed through the moist clouds, and the originally clear and bright sound of breaking through the air was mixed with rough noises; the red ballistics were a little blurry, and the edges of the ballistics seemed to emit wisps of tempered and splashing colors, as if they were embedded in frosted glass.
The ribbons were illuminated by the spotlights at the back. This was the artillery regiment's few remaining 155 heavy howitzers providing fire cover for them.
Under the attack of 155 howitzers, the Japanese army's retreat road was constantly being completely baked by the sea of red fire. The grenades exploded one by one at their destination. The tops of the huge mud pillars that suddenly shot up from the ground were dotted with dark red buds.
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Liu Haitian had been running for an unknown amount of time. The bullets in the drum of the Thompson submachine gun in his hand had long been exhausted. Without thinking, he pulled out the empty drum and reached into the ammunition bag on his crotch to get a new drum. Unexpectedly, he touched it.
He came up short. It turned out that during the pursuit, he had already used up all the ammunition he had left.
"Fuck, no more bullets!" Only then did Liu Tianhai wake up.
He turned around and looked around, but there was no one of his own around. After observing again, his heart suddenly thumped, "Oops, I rushed a little too hard and ran in front of the Japanese position."
Liu Tianhai lay down on the muddy ground without thinking and looked around. His position was now five or six hundred meters away from his own position. It would be a long way to go back, but would the Japanese give him this time?
?
At this time, several Japanese soldiers more than 200 meters ahead also discovered a Chinese soldier not far behind them. They grunted and immediately fired at him.
"No, I'm going to return to my position today!"
When Liu Tianhai got anxious, he was about to roll into a nearby mud puddle. He exerted force, but his boots were firmly stuck in the mud.
There is no doubt that Liu Tianhai fell firmly into the dark mud pit in front of him with a mouthful of mud.
He struggled to stand up as quickly as possible, but his weak hands and feet refused to obey him, and his face was stuck in the mud, almost suffocating him.
The black, smelly and sticky mud covered Liu Tianhai's face, and the fishy smell went straight to his head. Tormented by the disgusting smell, his stomach churned, and gastric acid surged into his mouth.
"Grandma, I went too far this time and got a taste of retribution."
While complaining, he staggered up while holding a submachine gun that looked like a mud stick, and struggled to hook his toes on his slippery boots.
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
Several bullets from the Type 38 rifle were fired into the mud nearby, making a strange sound. As soon as the hot bullets came into contact with the mud, a plume of green smoke and a strange smell were emitted.
Liu Tianhai threw aside the submachine gun in his hand without hesitation. In this situation, not to mention that it was out of ammunition, even if there were, the gun would not be able to fire given its current condition.
With difficulty, he took out the Colt m1911 pistol from his waist. At this time, Liu Tianhai had no other thoughts in his mind, that is, he must not be a prisoner of the Japanese. This is what every Seventh Army soldier is doing as a soldier.
I was clearly informed by the instructor on the first day.
"Your Majesty, Major Sao, said that this China soldier was captured alive."
There was a shout from the side. Although Liu Tianhai couldn't understand these words, he also understood that the Japanese who surrounded him were definitely not inviting him to tea. He slowly poked his head out of the mud pit.
He fired two shots with his head pointed forward.
Not to be outdone, the opponent fought back and reached over. The capacity of the M1911 pistol was limited, and six of the seven bullets were quickly shot out. The last bullet was left by Liu Tianhai for himself.
Looking at the slowly approaching Japanese soldiers, Liu Tianhai sighed softly and slowly pointed the gun at his temple. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, another passionate charge horn suddenly came from the front...