Bullets as dense as locusts were flying wildly, smoke, dust, and mud were splashing everywhere, and explosive fireballs were mixed with scorching air waves. Many brothers were wailing and were knocked hard.
"Pfft!"
Violent and dense bullets swept in from the seats at the foot of the mountain. A brother's head was blown open when he shot with determination. Blood mixed with brain matter spurted out, and the sprayed blood turned the scorched earth red and black.
"Medic! Medic! Someone's been shot here!"
A brother whose face was charred and blackened screamed at the back. His hands covered with mud and blood pressed tightly on the blood hole of the brother beneath him, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.
"Brother, hold on! Hold on!"
But the gurgling blood spurted out like spring water, and soon soaked most of the body of the brother who was lying on the ground twitching.
The conscript carrying the medical kit on his body ducked through the hail of bullets and rushed to the injured brother. Just as he was about to stop the bleeding, the seriously injured brother tilted his head and died.
"San'er, San'er!" Seeing the brother in his arms dying, the tall and thick brother shook his body hard and cried loudly.
The medical soldier had long been used to life and death. His indifferent face showed no expression at all. He quickly put away the bandage to stop the bleeding and patted the wailing brother on the shoulder: "Brother, please forgive me."
After the medical soldier finished speaking, he carried his medical box and continued running towards the next injured brother. The brother who was shot and died was quickly dragged off by the stretcher soldiers.
Watching his brother die in his arms, the brother stretched out his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, stared with red eyes, and turned around to join the battle.
"Grenade! Blow away the Japanese machine guns!"
Facing the rain of bullets sweeping up from the mountain like a gust of wind and rain, Yang Ling shouted at the grenadiers who were nervous and sweating profusely.
Their grenadiers were all temporarily recruited in a hurry. On this battlefield with constant gunfire, five or six grenades in a row failed, which made the deputy battalion elder smoke and curse loudly.
Fortunately, after the nervous grenadier fired several rounds of grenades, one finally landed next to a Japanese machine gunner. The explosion caused a column of smoke, and the Japanese machine gun group was wiped out.
The battle has become intense. Nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers are charging towards the top of the mountain like crazy. Although the brothers are armed with all kinds of weapons, they cannot stop the ferocious momentum.
On the position of the first company, four or five Japanese soldiers with ferocious faces had rushed up to the ridge with bayonets pointed out and fought with their brothers with their bayonets, creating a gap in the defense line.
The first company, under the intensive care of Japanese grenades and mortars, had suffered heavy casualties, and even their company commander Shunzi was wounded.
Whether the ridgeline can be defended is related to whether Yang Ling and the others can stop the Japanese before reinforcements arrive, so he attaches great importance to it.
"Old company commander! Lead the men and suppress the Japanese!"
Yang Ling was in the command position and saw that the company's position was crumbling, so he quickly asked Lao Yanqiang to lead reinforcements.
Without saying a word, the deputy battalion elder, Smoking Gun, rushed towards the 1st company's position with more than a dozen brothers from the security squad directly under the battalion, holding a rifle.
When Lao Yanqiang and the others arrived at the 1st company's position, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already swarmed into the gap. Lao Yanqiang rushed and fired, and fired all twenty bullets in the shell gun in one go.
Among the five oncoming Japanese soldiers, three were killed on the spot and two were injured in the rapid bang.
More than a dozen brothers in the security squad roared, and they also crossed the old smokers and violently collided with the five or six Japanese behind them.
"Pfft!"
"ah!'
"Kacha!"
The two sides were like two high-speed collision trains. At the moment when they collided head-on, the sharp bayonet was also sent into the opponent's chest, and the butt of the gun was also slashed towards the opponent's head.
There was the clang of gun butts and helmets violently colliding, the sound of bayonets piercing flesh, painful wails, splattered blood flying wantonly, and both sides screaming and falling in a pool of blood.
Lao Yanqiang didn't bother to reload the shell gun, picked up a bloody Japs Army, and stabbed the head of a squat Japs soldier who was climbing up to the position.
There was a click, blood flew out, and the head of the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet was thrown high with the spray of blood, and his headless head was kicked down the hillside by Lao Yanqiang.
"Bang! Bang!"
The bullets flying down the mountain landed at Lao Yanqiang's feet. The bullets jumped and raised tall smoke columns, and Lao Yanqiang hurriedly lay down.
He detached two grenades from a brother who was covered in blood, quickly unscrewed the bottom cover, pulled the fuse and threw them out.
The three Japanese soldiers who rushed to the edge of the position with their buttocks stuck out rolled down the hillside with a rumbling tremor. At this moment, the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the position were also dealt with by their brothers one by one, and they stabilized the position of the first company.
Nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers, under the cover of grenades and machine guns, began a full-scale attack on the hilltop. Japanese soldiers were everywhere leaping forward and attacking.
Although there were two infantry companies guarding the top of the mountain, under the fierce attack of the Japanese, they were shaking like a boat in the sea.
"Ask the blacksmith to send a platoon up!" Yang Ling saw that his brothers were having a hard time and had to use the reserve team in advance.
Bullets were flying everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and the Japanese's grenades and mortars were also bombarding the mountains indiscriminately, leaving many places bare.
But Yang Ling and the others were guarding the ridgeline. Whether it was the enemy's bullets or artillery shells, they would fly over and miss if they were not careful, which would make the enemy go crazy.
Captain Koi, who was responsible for leading the attack, had a bloody groove on his face from shrapnel, and his face was covered in blood.
Looking at the crumbling mountaintop that could never be conquered, his face became more and more gloomy.
In fact, Yang Ling also wanted to make the position more stable, but only two companies of troops could be deployed on the top of the hill. If there were more, the troops would be too dense and would become a target for the Japs.
So he used the refueling tactic, constantly replacing the wounded with brothers from the reserve team. Therefore, the defense line seemed shaky, giving the little devils the illusion that they would capture it with one more charge, but they attacked repeatedly more than ten times.
But couldn't take it off.
Due to the angle, the little Japanese looked up at the top of the mountain and could not see clearly what was happening behind the mountain, which further caused the attacking Captain Koi to misjudge.
The battle has become intense. The corpses of little Japanese have been strewn all over the hillside. The grass and shrubs have also been burned to ashes in the flames of war. The ground is covered with scorched earth and black blood.
The air was filled with suffocating heat waves from the explosion, as if the air was burning. However, the Japs' offensive continued unabated, with waves of repeated attacks. The casualties among the brothers were also gradually increasing.
Seeing that the Koi Squadron was struggling to advance in the battle for the top of the mountain, and instead suffered heavy casualties, Captain Ono Ichiro, who was watching the battle from behind, became increasingly impatient.
"Akiyama-kun, your troops will attack from the flank and assist Koi-kun." Seeing the inextricable fighting ahead, Ono Ichiro prepared to send someone to attack from the flank.
Captain Akiyama, who had a fierce look on his face, glanced at the bloody battlefield in front of him and bowed his head heavily: "Hi Yi!"
Soon another squadron, armed to the teeth, rushed towards Yang Ling's entrenched position.
The Qiu Shan Squadron did not attack from the front, but followed the ravine in an attempt to outflank Yang Ling's retreat.
"Regiment deputy! There is a group of Japs coming from the ditch!" The observation post quickly reported the situation to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling looked in the direction pointed by the observation post, and sure enough, a large number of Japanese soldiers with bayonets were rushing over from the ravine on the flank.
"Tell the blacksmith to send a platoon to block the ravine for me. Don't let a single Japanese come in!" Yang Ling quickly ordered.