Four hundred and fiftieth eight chapters brave team
The fierce fighting lasted until dark. Most of the hundreds of brothers from a battalion who rushed into the Japanese position lost most of them. The Japanese also suffered heavy casualties. Those who were still alive were no longer human beings and were still fighting in blood.
Chen Ming's Second Battalion braved the enemy's hail of bullets and charged several times, but was pushed back every time. The rain of bullets as dense as locusts left the brothers bloody and bloody.
The Japs tried to rush down from the top of the mountain for reinforcements, but they were pushed back by Yang Ling's violent barrage. Facing a hand-to-hand battlefield littered with corpses, no one on either side could rely on them.
Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion in the melee combat center, has turned into a bloody man. There are fewer and fewer brothers standing around him, and the big knife he is carrying has also popped out of the gap.
He slashed the Japanese's neck with a knife. Instead of cutting off the Japanese's head, the Japanese screamed in pain and was thrown to the ground by a brother next to him and strangled to death.
Two Japanese soldiers wearing cold steel helmets worked together to stab a bloody brother to death, then turned and ran towards the first battalion commander Lu Xing.
After nearly two hours of fighting, Lu Xing almost lost all his strength. He swung away the sudden bayonet of a Japanese soldier, but another bayonet stabbed him in the thigh.
He staggered due to the excruciating pain in his thighs and fell to the sticky, wet ground. He cut off the devil's calf with a knife.
This Japs also fell down, and another Japs came down with a bayonet. Lu Xing grabbed him tightly with both hands, and his hands were cut with blood by the sharp blades.
The bloody bayonet hung just above Lu Xing's chest. The Japanese stabbed hard, but Lu Xing held on tightly, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.
Lu Xing wanted to call his brothers over to help, but found that all the brothers around him were dead, and there were still people tumbling together desperately in the fire in the distance.
Lu Xing gritted his teeth and pulled hard, his hands were full of cuts, but the fallen bayonet was stuck into the soil, and the little devil also used too much force and fell forward.
He turned over and pressed the little devil under him, grabbed a stone and rolled it towards the little devil's face. The little devil let out a shrill scream, which made people's hair stand on end.
The little Jaap struggled, but was soon hit by a rock until his face was completely disfigured and blood spattered. Seeing that the little Jaap was motionless, Lu Xing lay on his back on the ground as if he had lost all strength, gasping for air.
"Batalion Commander, Battalion Commander, another kid is coming."
A dirty brother stumbled over and helped Lu Xing up from the ground.
Lu Xing followed the flickering firelight and looked over. Some Japanese soldiers broke through the barrage blockade and rushed toward them with bayonets drawn.
He then looked at his brothers who were fighting bloody battles with the Japanese. Most of them were exhausted to the point of reaching the end of their strength, and many of them were unsteady. He knew that they would not be able to defeat the Japanese no matter what, and if they beat them one battalion would be wiped out.
Already.
"Let the brothers retreat! Let's retreat!" Lu Xing gave the order to retreat.
The brothers who had been fighting hand-to-hand with the Japanese for nearly two hours retreated from the occupied Japanese position in embarrassment, while the remaining Japanese fell to the ground in exhaustion and did not even have the strength to shoot.
"Who asked you to withdraw! You are afraid of fighting! I will shoot you!" Zhang Handuo, the regiment leader, saw Lu Xing leading people to withdraw without authorization, and roared loudly with a straight face.
He could see clearly in the telescope that as long as Lu Xing and the others persisted for even five minutes, the Japanese would be unable to hold on and the position would be captured, but Lu Xing and the others collapsed first.
"Team, brothers... All the brothers are almost dead, please leave some seeds for our camp..."
First Battalion Commander Lu Xing, whose body was charred and stained with blood, knelt down and pointed at the more than a hundred brothers left behind him, his voice choked with sobs.
"You are afraid of war!" Although regimental leader Zhang Handuo was still cursing, the muzzle of the gun pointed at Lu Xing was weakly lowered.
He knew clearly that the brothers really tried their best, but the Japanese were too fierce and tenacious, and it would be useless even if he shot Lu Xing now.
Yang Ling helped Lu Xing, who was almost out of strength, up from the ground, and told the guards behind him: "Hurry and help Battalion Commander Lu go down to bandage and rest."
"Chen Ming!" The regiment leader looked at the Minshan Japs position shrouded in darkness and shouted to the second battalion commander.
"Yes!" Chen Ming was also beaten to shame and hurried over.
The regiment leader pointed to the Japs position in the smoke and flames and ordered: "Organize a brave team! The position must be captured by me today!"
"Yes!" Chen Ming, commander of the second battalion, knew that the first battalion was disabled, but their second battalion had to continue on.
Second Battalion Commander Chen Ming braved his body and crawled into the darkness from the trench to summon the brave team, but Yang Ling's expression became extremely solemn.
"Tuanzu, we have to find a way, we can't continue fighting like this."
The huge casualties made Yang Ling see the cruelty of war again, and he couldn't bear the brothers filling that bottomless hole in vain anymore.
The commander of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, never knew that killing people like this was not the way to go, but the military orders were overwhelming.
If they can't clear out the Japs on Min Mountain, then once the Japs' reinforcements arrive, the battle will be even harder to fight.
If we can't fight the Japanese here, the fall of De'an will directly affect the Ninth Army of the Nanxun Line and the combat subordinates on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Then the siege of Wuhan will become an empty talk.
As soldiers, they sometimes know that they will die, but it is difficult to disobey military orders, but they have to die. This is the sadness and helplessness of soldiers in this era.
"Let Chen Ming's Fengyong team go up and try again. If they can't win today, it will be even harder tomorrow." Zhang Handuo sighed and said.
Yang Ling and others are commanders, but their troops lack heavy firepower. If they had enough artillery shells, they would not risk human lives in the attack. Direct bombardment of the hilltops would be enough to kill the Japanese.
Yang Ling thought for a while and ordered Luo Heng, the regimental attaché behind him, "Luo regiment attaché, gather all the shell guns and flower traps of the whole regiment and send them to the Fengyong Team to enhance their firepower."
Tuanfu Luo Heng nodded and turned around.
"Report!" Luo Heng, affiliated with the regiment, had just left when a messenger from the brigade headquarters slipped into the regiment's temporary command post from under the cover of night.
The regiment leader Zhang Handuo knew the messenger from the brigade. He raised his head and said: "Go back and tell the brigade that our regiment is organizing a brave team and will launch an attack soon. The Japanese will definitely capture the Minshan position before dawn tomorrow."
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The ordering soldier shook his head and said: "Captain Zhang, the brigade commander asked you to stop attacking and stay where you are."
"What's going on? Why don't you attack?"
The messenger explained: "Each regiment encountered a tenacious Japanese resistance and retreated with heavy casualties. The brigade headquarters is formulating a new combat plan."
Zhang Handuo thought that the obstruction of their attack made brigade commander Zhou Zhidao dissatisfied. He did not expect this to be the case, and his tense face softened.
In fact, Zhang Handuo didn't want to continue the fight. Although they were the main force, they couldn't stand to fight like this. If they really fought again, they would lose everything.
"Let the brothers seize the time to rest and replenish ammunition, and stay where they are." The order from the regiment headquarters was soon passed on.
The exhausted brothers leaned against the cold and damp trench holding their guns, their whole bodies exuding a sour smell.
The defeat of the battle left many brothers lying on the land not far away forever. Because of the blockade of Japanese machine guns, they could only wait for the end of the war to drag the bodies back and bury them.
In the silent trenches, the brothers smoked cigarettes with heavy hearts. The medical soldiers were running back and forth, hunched over, treating the wounds of the wounded brothers. From time to time, some people groaned in pain.
Some brothers and friends from the same country died, holding their heads and sobbing softly, while some veterans wiped their blood-stained bayonets in preparation for a new battle.
In the dark night, both sides were silent, and the battlefield was quiet except for the wind mixed with the strong smell of blood. However, the crackling flames and stacked corpses let them know that the enemy was hundreds of meters away, and the battle was not going away.