The Japanese infantry strode towards the mountains and swarmed up, and the brothers guarding the trenches had sweaty palms.
As several clouds of explosion smoke drifted by, Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion in the trenches, saw that the Japs were approaching a hundred meters away.
"Brothers! Fight!" Lu Xing used all his strength, shouted loudly, and gave the order to attack.
"You kid, go to hell!" The heavy machine gunner hiding in the trench quickly straightened up, held the heavy machine gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Teng Teng Teng -"
The violent heavy machine gun fired violently, and a hail of bullets headed towards the Japanese.
"ah!"
"Pfft!"
The little Japanese who was leaping forward towards the mountain seemed to have been hit by a blow, and fell down a large area in the flying blood mist, just like cutting wheat.
The sound of gunfire was an order. Five heavy machine guns and more than a dozen light machine guns arranged on the front line, together with more than 300 rifles, opened fire at once. The bullets like splashing water created an airtight fire net, cutting off the little Japanese.
Blood spattered, screams and wails came one after another. The little Japs charging at the front line were knocked down in large numbers by the ferocious firepower, and many of them rolled down the ravine while wailing.
When Ichiro Ono heard the roaring sound of the heavy machine gun, his heart trembled suddenly. When he saw the soldiers in front being harvested, his vicious facial muscles twitched fiercely.
He was very puzzled. Under such fierce artillery fire, why did the Chinese army stationed on the hill still have such strong firepower?
But now he can no longer think too much, the arrow is on the string and he can no longer take it back.
"Charge! Charge up!" Ono Ichiro roared, waving his saber.
The Japanese who were lying on the ground and fighting back at the top of the hill got up again, bayonets pointed and howling, and began to charge.
The little devil's marksmanship was extremely accurate, and he turned to fire light and heavy machine guns with fierce firepower.
"Poof!" As soon as a bullet feeder put the bullet plate into the gun, a bullet flew over and hit him right in the middle of the eyebrow. A lot of blood suddenly burst out from the back of his head, and he fell to the trench with his head tilted.
"Here comes a bomb supplyer!" Seeing his bomb supply hand being beaten to death by the Japanese, the heavy machine gunner shouted hoarsely.
But before he could finish his words, the Japanese grenadiers who had already approached fired several grenades, and the rumbling explosions and flames enveloped the heavy machine gun position.
The heavy machine gun roaring and pouring bullets was thrown into the air in the explosion, and when it fell it had turned into a pile of scrap metal. The machine gunner was also charred and was thrown away without any movement.
Hot bullets flew everywhere on the mountains, causing the dirt and turf to roll and splash. People were constantly shot and fell down, and the air was soon filled with a strong smell of blood.
Faced with the ferocious fire from light and heavy machine guns on the ground, the first wave of Japs who rushed up were all knocked down, but the Japs behind them rushed up again with red eyes and refused to stop.
But the good times did not last long. The light and heavy machine guns on the position soon attracted the attention of Japanese grenade launchers. The grenades continued to destroy these machine gun positions, and the firepower of the light and heavy machine guns soon became sparse.
"Pay attention, don't get targeted!" Seeing that the light and heavy machine guns were bombarded by grenades, not much was left, the disgraced first battalion commander Lu Xing shouted for them to shoot.
Although Yang Ling and the others had trained their brothers to use up one magazine and move to another place to avoid being greeted by the opponent's grenade.
But in this battlefield filled with bullets and bullets, the little devils rushed towards them like crazy, and they could still think of moving.
Now after hearing the reminder from battalion commander Lu Xing, I held the hot machine gun and moved to another place.
However, shooting while in motion greatly affects the frequency of machine gun shooting. The light machine gun is fine, but if the heavy machine gun misfires, the shooting range in front of you cannot be covered with a sparse rifle.
The little Japanese was as shrewd as a monkey. When the machine gun fired, he lay down on the ground to take cover. As soon as the machine gun stopped, he immediately stood up and rushed forward, constantly approaching the position.
One of the brothers used up all the bullets, picked up a grenade and threw it.
With a loud bang and smoke, a Japanese soldier rolled down the ravine.
But before the brother had time to be happy, two black grenades, smoking, rolled at his feet.
"Young devil, I am your ancestor!" The brother was blown away amidst the curses, and the shock wave of the explosion sent smoke and dust all over the sky.
Although the brothers from the first battalion led by Lu Xing fought fiercely, the little devils also became ruthless and attacked the mountain top desperately.
It was as if their grenadiers had eyes. In less than ten minutes, all the heavy machine guns on the position were silenced. Lu Xing was so angry that he cursed repeatedly but could do nothing.
These many heavy machine guns were the ones they had fought so hard to seize from the Japs last night. Before they were even warmed up, they were turned into scrap metal again.
"Hit me! Beat me hard!" Lu Xingzai roared loudly.
In fact, without any instructions, the brothers were firing bullets as fast as they could, trying to block the charging Japs. However, without the firepower of the heavy machine gun, the pressure on them suddenly increased.
The gunshots on the top of Jinlonggen Mountain were dense and fierce, and the surrounding mountains were also beaten into a pot of porridge. The gunshots like popping beans resounded through the high mountains, causing birds and animals to flee in all directions.
"Wang Beard, ask your grenadiers to blow away the Japanese grenades for me!" Seeing the little Japanese grenadiers bombarding the brothers unscrupulously, a look of ferocity flashed at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth.
Yang Ling and the others captured a lot of Japanese grenades in the night battle last night, and now is the time to put them to use.
After Wang Beard received the order, he quickly asked the two grenade squads to move to the flank of the first battalion through the communication trench, set up the grenade launchers and began to bombard the Japanese grenadiers.
The Japanese grenadiers were so arrogant that they hid behind the infantry and thought no one could control them.
But when grenades fell all around them and knocked them off their feet, they realized the danger and wanted to move back a little.
Yang Ling's grenadiers were not as tactically sophisticated as the Japanese grenadiers. They had only undergone simple training, but their advantage was that they captured Japanese grenades anyway. Since they were not accurate enough, they had to use density to make up for it.
The brothers who operated the grenades kept throwing grenades at the Japanese, and the explosions made the Japanese grenadiers cry for their fathers and mothers.
"Damn, these losers." Seeing his grenadiers wasting grenades for free, Wang Beard in the third-line trench jumped in anger.
Lu Xing and the others were being attacked by more and more Japs in front of them, and the Japs' light machine guns were leveled right below their eyes. The bullets were whizzing around like wind, so heavy that they could hardly lift their heads.
However, as the grenade bombs exploded indiscriminately, a large number of Japanese soldiers who were pinned in front of their positions suffered.
If the brothers who operated the grenade were accurate, they must have fired the machine guns and other fierce fire first. But when they bombed randomly, no one knew whether the grenade would land on their heads, which made the Japanese infantry even terrified.
"Brothers, grenade, hello, push the Japanese down!" With the help of the grenade, Lu Xing and the others were under less pressure, and at least they could raise their heads.
The brothers also understood one after another, and threw the smoky grenades at the Japanese like raindrops.
For a moment, rocks were flying on the hillside, and a large number of the little Japanese who rushed forward were blown away and killed. Ono Ichiro, who was commanding from behind, turned pale with anger.
The Japanese's first attack retreated despite the fierce resistance of the brothers, leaving at least a hundred corpses on the hillside.
Seeing that the Japanese were repelled, the brothers cheered loudly.
The brothers were fighting happily, but Ono Ichiro's face was as dark as water, because it was the Type 92 heavy machine gun and their grenade that repelled them, and he had already cursed the dead squadron leader thousands of times in his heart.
But the brigade leader Masao Maruyama would not listen to his explanation. The brigade leader only wanted one result.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Ono Ichiro had to send a new squadron to replace the troops that suffered heavy losses, and regrouped to attack again, with the intention of not giving up until the Golden Dragon Terrier was captured.