The rickety body of the deputy battalion elder, Smoking Gun, was extremely brave at this moment. Holding a shell gun, he carried the retreating Japanese soldiers all the way and broke into the position that the Japanese soldiers had just occupied.
The Japanese were also stunned by the sudden counterattack. When one of the Japanese saw Lao Yanqiang rushing in front of him, he didn't care about anything and started to fight.
But Lao Yanqiang was faster. His finger pulled the trigger without letting go, and the bullet penetrated the Japanese soldier's body.
The prisoner's body was immediately beaten into a leaky sieve by a hail of bullets, and the red blood spurted out uncontrollably, making the prisoner howl in pain.
Lao Yanqiang flew up and kicked the Japanese who was kneeling on the ground, and kicked him into the trench.
"Whoosh!" The two bullets came directly in front of the old smoker who continued to charge forward with a death whistle.
The old smoker had been on the battlefield all year round. When he heard the gunfire, he felt something bad. He shortened his head and rolled sideways into the trench. The bullets rubbed his clothes and got embedded in the sandbags behind him, and the sand puffed up.
high.
"You little bitch!"
Lao Yanqiang rushed all the way, and the bullets in the shell gun were all gone. He unscrewed the safety cover of the grenade, pulled the fuse, raised his hand and threw it towards the two Japanese soldiers a few meters away.
The two Japs missed a hit and were pulling the bolts of their guns to prepare to shoot again. Facing the smoking grenade that suddenly fell at their feet, one of the Japs was frightened and couldn't help showing fear on his face.
The other old Japanese soldier was very brave, and without any hesitation, he picked up the grenade and threw it back.
But this little devil was unlucky. The grenade exploded with a bang as soon as he caught it in his hand. His entire arm disappeared like magic, and countless shrapnel was embedded in his entire body, and blood poured out.
Another Japanese soldier was also knocked over by the close-range explosion, but the grenade was not powerful enough. He was only seriously injured and was still twitching and gasping for air.
Lao Yanqiang was not polite to the two little devils who almost killed him. He rushed forward with a single step and stabbed the seriously injured little devil, nailing him to the ground.
The infantry company led by Wang Huzi and his Sichuan Army brothers poured into the position through the opening opened by Lao Yanqiang and others, and attacked in depth in small, dense groups.
"Block! Block the Chinese!"
Seeing these Chinese troops hunkering down and advancing forward, Lieutenant Colonel Morishige roared angrily and ordered the troops staying behind to resist.
Lieutenant Colonel Morishige originally dismissed the combat effectiveness of the Chinese army because it often collapsed under their ferocious attacks.
But that's not the case at all now. These Chinese troops who suddenly appeared continued to rush forward under a hail of bullets, tearing open several holes in their defense line in one fell swoop.
This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the aura of this group of Chinese troops who are not afraid of death. The ones in front were just swept to the ground by machine guns, and the ones behind them rushed up on top of corpses.
Often, before their machine gunners had finished firing a magazine and had no time to change the magazine, Chinese soldiers had already rushed to them, and a grenade could destroy a machine gun support point.
Seeing Lieutenant Colonel Morishige shouting with his command knife raised, one of the brothers who charged forward threw the grenade without hesitation.
Although this brother was pierced by more than ten bullets when he stood up to throw the grenade, the grenade still flew out.
"Your Majesty Lieutenant Colonel, danger!" A Japanese major saw the flying grenade and shouted, throwing Lieutenant Colonel Sen to the ground.
"Boom!"
The fire and smoke from the grenade explosion stirred up, and the close-range explosion caused Morishige's ears to temporarily become deaf.
He struggled to push away the second lieutenant who was pressing on him, and saw that half of his head had been blown away, and his blood and brains were flowing all over the floor.
Seeing Morishige being blown over, several Japanese soldiers rushed over and ran back with the disgraced Morishige in his arms.
"Resist! Stop the Chinese!" Morishige was held back by two Japanese soldiers, but he screamed unwillingly.
There were still hundreds of Japanese soldiers remaining in various trenches. They relied on the trenches and bunkers to set up machine guns and resisted tenaciously.
Bullets were flying around the battlefield, and the Sichuan Army brothers who were rushing forward rushed forward with chests raised, and all the people in the platoon fell down in an instant.
A squad leader from the first platoon of the second company and a few brothers approached from the side, and a few grenades were thrown at it. A Japanese machine gun group was blown to pieces.
"Don't stop! Keep pushing to the end!"
Deputy Battalion Elder Yan Qiang and the others were already familiar with this kind of assault operations. Small groups dispersed and attacked in depth, and the remaining Japs were quickly cut into pieces.
The little Japs had just seized the position from the Chinese army and had not yet stood firm. Faced with such a fierce impact, although they resisted stubbornly, their firepower points were quickly eliminated one by one.
The old smoker was a bit unyielding. He chased and beat the Japanese hard, without giving the Japanese any chance to breathe.
They rushed forward to expand their victory, and the Japanese were overwhelmed by the crossfire of rifles and grenades.
All the Japs along the way were shot down by them. When encountering firepower blocking the road, they rushed directly towards them and blew them up. The Japs were beaten back steadily.
They rushed forward for about five or six hundred meters, and encountered a Japanese squadron rushing toward them for reinforcements.
Nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers came over with shining bayonets and killed them without saying a word.
Lao Yanqiang had fired all the bullets in his shell gun and thrown away all the grenades he was carrying. Facing the strong little Japanese who rushed in front of him, he was almost with bare hands.
This ferocious and strong little devil also saw the old smoker's embarrassment, and he made a sudden thrust.
In the flash of lightning, Lao Yanqiang turned to the side to avoid the thrust, and swept his left leg across the Japs' lower body.
The little devil thrust too hard, and his lower body was swept across by Lao Yanqiang, causing him to lose his center of gravity and stumble forward.
Lao Yanqiang was unyielding and grabbed the collar of the little devil who was close to him with one hand. The shell gun in his other hand had already hit the little devil hard in the face.
"Ah!" The devil's nose suddenly collapsed and he let out a shrill scream.
Another kid who wanted to take advantage came up from behind and tried to attack Lao Yanqiang. Lao Yanqiang grabbed the kid in his hand and blocked him in front of him. The sudden bayonet stabbed into the screaming kid's body with a pop.
Lao Yanqiang pushed the unlucky little devil hard and knocked the sneak attack over.
Before the kid who accidentally stabbed his companion to death could get up, a brother who rushed up from behind shot him in the head.
Nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers and smokers strangled each other, stabbing and stabbing with bloody bayonets, rifle butts, fists, and teeth.
Blood flew everywhere, shouts of killing shook the sky, and from time to time, the two sides struggled with each other and exploded with a loud bang, causing pieces of flesh to fly everywhere.
"Kill!" Yang Ling and the others quickly dealt with the Japanese pursuers and joined the battle group with an angry roar.
Although the Japanese in this brigade were brave and fierce, they were already exhausted after fighting first with the Sichuan Army and then with the 302nd Regiment.
Facing the numerically superior Chinese soldiers, after more than ten minutes of hand-to-hand fighting, they finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed.
Yang Ling and the others followed the Japanese's defeated troops in pursuit and attacked the foot of Minshan Mountain in one fell swoop.
The remaining Japanese troops retreated to Minshan Mountain and swept down the enemy with ferocious firepower. Only then could they stabilize their position.