The brothers all lowered their muzzles and waited breathlessly for the Japanese to approach. Although they could already see the ugly face under the Japanese helmet, they were not nervous at all.
They can be regarded as veterans who have fought many fierce battles with the Japanese with real swords and guns. They have also fought many positional battles and hand-to-hand combats.
They, who have been farmers for generations, were initially as afraid of the Japanese as demons, but after several battles, they finally understood.
Although the little devils fight fiercely, they are still mortal bodies, and a bullet can still kill them.
Moreover, now they not only have brothers who share life and death fighting side by side, but also have respected officers like Yang Ling to command calmly. The bulging bullet pouches around their waists make them even more confident.
So the little devil's bullets were flying in random directions, but the brothers lay motionless in their respective fighting positions, as calm as sculptures.
The little Japs were not only well-equipped, but also well-trained. They opened up a skirmishing line, alternately covering the ground and leaping forward towards the mountaintops. They were so wretched that it was outrageous.
When Captain Koi was still two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, he stopped leaning against a wooden stake that had its crown cut off by artillery fire, and began to observe the movement on the top of the mountain.
The team running at the front had already approached a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain. The reconnaissance bullets scattered dust on the top of the mountain, but the top of the mountain was eerily quiet, which made him smell something unusual.
Although he is brave and militant, he is capable of serving as a squadron commander and is not stupid. He does not think that the Chinese troops on the hilltop will be killed by artillery fire.
He waved to the grenadiers and machine gunners behind him: "Cover!"
The machine gunner quickly followed the hillside and lay down, setting up the machine gun and pointing it at the top of the hill. The grenadiers also stopped, ready to support the first infantry team in front at any time.
Yang Ling had been observing the movements of the Japs and found that there were only about fifty Japs approaching. Most of the rest slowed down on the hillside and immediately realized what the problem was.
"Wang Huzi, let someone fire a few shots to attract the Japanese!" Yang Ling waved gently towards Wang Huzi who was lying not far away.
Wang Huzi understood, put his shell gun back into the holster on his waist, grabbed the 79 rifle loaded with bullets and ordered: "Three squads, shoot me -"
"Bang!" With the painful recoil of the rifle on his shoulders, a Japanese soldier who was leaping towards the top of the mountain burst out with a ball of blood on his chest, turned backwards, and rolled down the hillside.
Under Wang Huzi's order, more than a dozen brothers from the third squad also pulled the triggers and opened fire, whizzing bullets towards the little devil's head.
"Clang!"
"puff!"
"ah!"
The brothers fired calmly, and the hot bullets continuously penetrated the bodies of the Japanese, breaking their necks and heads. Screams and dull gunshots suddenly sounded, and blood flowed wildly.
Captain Koi heard the sparse gunshots finally rang out from the top of the mountain, and a sinister smile flashed across his flesh-covered face.
He originally thought that the Chinese army would play tricks, so for the sake of safety, he just asked a small team to advance for fire reconnaissance. Most of them slowed down halfway up the hillside, ready to support or withdraw at any time and use artillery bombardment again.
However, the sparse gunfire that rang out from the top of the hill made him relieved. From the gunfire, he judged that most of the Chinese troops on the top of the hill must have been killed by artillery fire.
"These Chinese people really don't have a long memory." Captain Koi secretly slandered as he thought about the artillery fire that wiped out most of the Chinese army.
As a squadron commander who rose through the ranks from a soldier, Captain Koi not only has ruthless tactics, but also has rich combat experience.
After judging that the strength of the Chinese army at the top of the hill was running low, he quickly changed the first tentative attack into a real attack, preparing to take the top of the hill in one fell swoop.
"attack!"
Captain Koi let out a low roar, and the Japanese soldiers who had slowed down around him moved upon hearing the sound.
These Japanese soldiers, whose eyes glowed like beasts, changed their obscene posture just now, and directly began to stride toward the top of the mountain with their shining bayonets.
"Click, click, click!" The Japanese machine gunner also pulled the trigger, and strings of bullets flew up the hilltop, covering the infantry charging towards the top of the hill.
"The little devil is coming up! Get ready to fight!"
Seeing the Japanese soldiers pouring toward the top of the mountain in a black mass, the shouts and roars of the company and platoon leaders also started one after another.
The brothers twisted the grenades and pulled the bolts of the guns, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The Japanese were like ferocious beasts, arrogant and arrogant. They completely ignored the sporadic bullets and rushed towards the top of the mountain without dodging, approaching within thirty meters in a few breaths.
"Hit!" Yang Ling flipped the safety guard and pulled the trigger without hesitation facing the Japanese soldiers approaching him.
"Puff!"
A series of blood flowers exploded on the Japs soldiers' chests, and the splashing blood mist was dazzling and gorgeous.
The Japanese soldier who was shot paused, then fell backward and rolled down the hillside.
The brothers who had been waiting for the enemy pulled the triggers and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers. Bullets like water splashed towards the Japanese soldiers' heads.
Under this dense barrage of fire, the Japanese who were standing straight up the mountain were being harvested like wheat in the diffuse blood mist.
The fierce firepower that suddenly poured down from the top of the mountain surprised Captain Koi. He did not expect that he was deceived by the tactics of the Chinese army.
Seeing his subordinates in front being torn apart by machine gun bullets, their heads exploding like watermelons, Captain Koi's teeth creaked.
But now they were within a hundred meters of the top of the mountain, and he was unwilling to just retreat. He roared: "Charge forward! Destroy the Chinese people!"
The surrounding Japanese soldiers were suppressed by the ferocious firepower and could not raise their heads. After hearing the captain's order, they began to roar towards the top of the mountain again.
The eyes of these little devils exuded bloodthirsty madness. They didn't even look at their companions who were constantly shot and fell to the ground. They stepped on the corpses and continued to attack the mountain. They were about to rush up the mountain.
"Hand grenades! Throw them out!"
Seeing the approaching Japs, the brothers threw out strings of smoking grenades without hesitation.
"Boom!"
Trembling explosions rippled across the hillside, and powerful shock waves kept blowing the Japs away. However, amid the smoke, the Japs were still rushing upwards with red eyes.
"Machine gun! Suppress the Japs!" The brothers did not expect the Japs to be so desperate, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The machine gunners on the machine gun positions lowered their machine guns and fired continuously. Short bursts and long bursts intertwined with each other to form a fire net, tearing the Japanese who came up to pieces into pieces.
But the Japs were not to be outdone. The grenades fired by the grenadiers flew up and landed around the machine gun positions. Several machine gun fire points were blown to pieces in the thick black smoke, including the men and their guns.
Bullets and explosive shrapnel were flying everywhere, covering the top of the mountain. A broken arm fell beside Yang Ling. He was so bloody that he could clearly see the exposed bones.
"Wang Zikun, what are you waiting for! Kill the Japanese grenadiers for me!" Yang Ling was also angered and yelled at Wang Zikun and the others.
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, Wang Zikun fired at the Japanese grenadiers hiding behind the infantry.
"boom!"
As the dull gunfire rang out, the bullets flew out rapidly, and the head of the Japanese soldier who was squatting to operate the grenade exploded like a ripe watermelon, sending up a blood mist that filled the sky.
Another Japanese grenadier standing nearby was stunned for a moment, wiped a handful of blood spattered on his face, picked up the grenade that rolled to the ground, and prepared to continue firing.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and a hole was punched in the Japanese grenadier's chest. His body swayed and he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Wang Zikun and other sharpshooters hidden everywhere began to kill the Japanese grenadiers and killed many grenadiers by surprise.
However, the Japs were not slow to respond. When they discovered that someone was targeting their grenadiers, those old Japs with good marksmanship quickly lay down to fight back, covering the grenadier's transfer position.
There were also Japanese grenadiers who quickly determined the location of the cold guns, turned the barrels, and bombarded the concealed Wang Zikun and others.
Several brothers shot and knocked out several Japanese grenadiers, but failed to move in time. With a boom, they were blown away by the explosion.