The smoke was spreading wantonly, the muzzle of the gun was screaming and spitting out tongues of flame, and the bullets were dragging the stream of light and running around in the dark night. Although there was a hail of bullets, Liu Yidao couldn't care about anything at the moment and could only bite the bullet.
"Don't stop! Charge to the end!" Liu Yidao threw away the machete that had accompanied him for many days, and rushed forward desperately with a Type 96 light machine gun in his arms.
His hoarse voice was quickly drowned in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. The more than two hundred broken soldiers who followed him in the assault also shouted for their lives, and the bullets rained down on the Japs' heads like a strong wind.
The explosion shot up flames into the sky in the dark night, and the powerful air wave hit him. Liu Yidao felt as if he had been pushed hard. His body rolled to the ground involuntarily and rolled into a puddle of blood. The thick blood covered him.
One body.
He shook his dizzy head and struggled to get up again. A series of bullets flew over. Several broken soldiers who had passed him immediately stopped and fell in front of him in clouds of blood mist.
Liu Yidao wiped a handful of the thick blood on his eyes, and a layer of blood covered his field of vision. He saw the Japanese machine gun in front of him starting to fire again. Without saying anything, he hugged the machine gun and fired a burst of bullets.
The Japs machine gunner lying behind the sandbag had most of his head ripped off immediately, and the machine gun rolled to the ground and misfired.
On the flickering battlefield, with the help of powerful firepower, Liu Yidao finally led his men to break into the Japanese position. The remaining Japanese soldiers hiding behind the sandbags in the trenches still tried to resist.
The red-eyed soldiers were rude to the Japanese and threw the melon grenade directly into the trench, blowing up the Japanese in the trench into dumpling fillings.
There were also Japanese soldiers who emerged from the bunker with bayonets pointed out. Liu Yidao stood on top of the trench, holding the machine gun in his arms and firing a string of bullets, causing blood and flesh to fly. The Japanese soldiers died immediately like cutting wheat.
Liu Yidao, who had used up all his magazines, had not had time to change the magazine when a Japanese soldier came towards him with a bayonet and a clattering sound.
"Yeah!" Liu Yidao also simply picked up the machine gun and smashed it, smashing the Japanese soldier into the trench, and was shot dead by a broken soldier behind him.
The main defense of the Japanese soldiers was in the direction of Huashan. Although they left a warning behind, there were not many of them. When Liu Yidao and the others attacked with fierce firepower, the position was immediately smashed to pieces, and a strip about fifty meters wide was opened.
's gap.
Liu Yidao led his men to rush forward for about 400 meters, and suddenly found that there were no trenches in front of them, and there were no Japanese troops rushing to stop them. There was a dark field in front of them, and then they realized that they had penetrated the Japanese positions.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Following the gap opened by Liu Yidao and his men, Wu Jiang and his men covered more than two hundred wounded soldiers and ran quickly towards Huashan. In the darkness, corpses were scattered on the battlefield, and people fell into the puddle of blood from time to time.
This section of the position was beaten to a pulp by the powerful firepower of the rout soldiers. Dozens of Japanese soldiers all met the King of Hell. The Japanese soldiers on both sides reacted quickly and immediately attacked this gap under the leadership of the officers.
Trying to block the broken soldiers.
Wu Jiang was shouting to urge the defeated soldiers to pass quickly. Suddenly there was a whistle in his ears. He looked up and saw countless streams of light rushing toward them. He broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly shouted: "The Japanese are firing! Hurry up!"
hidden!"
As soon as Wu Jiang finished speaking, countless Japanese grenades were smashed down. The position immediately exploded with rumbles and flashes of fire. The ground shook and the mountains were shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The stretchers carrying the wounded soldiers were also thrown into the trenches.
Many people were blown away like pieces of wood.
Before the smoke cleared, the Japanese on both sides had already rushed over with bayonets in hand, trying to block the broken soldiers.
"Yang Dashu! Machine gun cover!" Yang Ling's voice came from the darkness. The disgraced Yang Dashu spat out the smelly scorched earth, climbed up from the pile of corpses, picked up his machine gun, turned around and put it on a corpse.
On the half body.
The Japanese were like waves, charging towards the gap from the darkness. They were so dense that it made people feel numb. Yang Dashu pulled off the hat on his head, cursing in his heart, lowered the butt of his gun with his shoulder, and fired at the Japanese who were rushing towards him.
The trigger was pulled.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-The recoil of the machine gun made Yang Dashu's shoulders continue to tremble, and the tongues of fire spurting from the muzzle were like the God of Death from hell, shooting towards the Japanese.
A Japanese soldier was striding across the trench, but the violent bullets had already hit his chest. The Japanese soldier was stunned and fell into the trench.
The shooting range of the machine gun was good. The trajectory of the machine gun extended forward along the Japanese trenches. The Japanese soldiers who were rushing along the trenches were frightened and wanted to avoid the trenches. They were crawling towards the death trenches.
But in a hurry, he could not climb up a trench more than one meter high. He watched the bullet penetrate his body, and then his body involuntarily slipped to the ground.
The dark battlefield was full of noise. Bullets had no eyes on the battlefield. Soldiers carrying stretchers were killed by flying bullets from time to time and rolled into the darkness. Wounded soldiers were also overturned by explosions, but under the cover of machine guns,
, most people still rushed through the Japanese positions without any danger.
"Kill Gaigai! Kill Gaigai!" The Japanese officer's angry roar came from the darkness. Someone unexpectedly broke through from their position, and his face was twisted with anger.
The battlefield at night was in chaos. After rushing through the Japanese positions, the defeated soldiers carried the wounded soldiers and ran in the direction of Huashan. They were tired and breathing heavily, but everyone had a relaxed face.
I am happy that I can escape death.
"Battal Commander! Battalion Commander! Captain Qin and the others were surrounded by Japanese soldiers and did not stand out!" Just as everyone was running with their heads down, Yang Dashu, who was in charge of the rear, caught up with the team out of breath and shouted to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling hurriedly stopped, turned around and met Yang Dashu, who was running towards him, and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"
Liu Yidao is responsible for the frontal assault to open a breakout channel, while Qin Shou and Yang Dashu are responsible for covering the two wings, and Wu Jiang is responsible for the wounded soldiers. In Yang Ling's play, everything was arranged in advance by Yang Ling, but the plan was not as good as the change. When Qin Shou evacuated
I was a step too late and was surrounded by Japanese soldiers.
"Captain Qin and the others were bitten by the Japanese!" Yang Dashu panting from behind and ran to Yang Ling to report.
"Batalion Commander, what should we do?" Liu Yidao asked Yang Ling while looking at the Jaap positions where the firefight was still taking place.
Yang Ling replied: "They are all our brothers, we can't abandon them!"
Without any hesitation, he hurriedly called Wu Jiang and said: "Old Wu, take the people and evacuate immediately. I will go back to rescue them!"
"No, you are the battalion commander. You lead the people to evacuate. If they need to be rescued, I will rescue Lao Qin and the others!" Wu Jiang shook his head and rejected Yang Ling's proposal.
"Stop talking and execute the order!" Yang Ling didn't have time to argue with Wu Jiang here. Time is life. He shouted to Yang Dashu: "Dashu, take your brothers back with me to save people!"
"Yes!" Yang Dashu answered with his arms around the machine gun, turned around and left.
When Wu Jiang saw that Yang Ling insisted on taking people back to rescue Qin Shou and others, he hurriedly called Yang Ling: "Batalion Commander, we are waiting for you in Huashan."
"Okay" Yang Ling replied and rushed back into the darkness without looking back.