Four hundred and seventieth chapters shrink defense
The steel monster-like Japanese bombers swooped down with a "whoop" sound, and the heavy bombs set off a terrifying mushroom cloud on the mountains. The smoke and dust that flew up from the explosions swirled and rolled like rain, and the top of the mountain was covered with thick black.
shrouded in smoke.
The San Banaxe brothers of the main force of the Japanese field force had already learned this lesson. Faced with this stormy bombing, they had already gone into the tunnel dug into the mountain to take cover.
The tremor of the explosion caused the mud dust above the tunnel to fall rustlingly, and the choking smoke from outside also poured into the tunnel along the gap blocked by the quilt at the entrance of the tunnel.
In the dark tunnel, the hearts of the brothers were shaking with the deafening explosions. They watched the wooden piles supporting the tunnel swaying, and their hearts began to tighten. If the tunnel collapsed, they would really have to
About to be buried alive.
"Come here, a few people, lend a hand and fix the wood!" A platoon leader saw the wood supporting the tunnel crumbling in the tremor of the explosion, and ran over quickly.
There was a mess in the dark tunnel, and the brothers used various things to fix the wood to prevent him from falling.
The deafening explosion finally stopped, and silence returned between heaven and earth. The platoon leader opened the quilt blocking the entrance to the tunnel, and a thick smoke poured in, making him cough.
Sunlight also poured into the tunnel along the entrance, making the brothers unable to open their eyes. Through the thick black smoke, it seemed that even the sun was covered with a layer of gray gauze.
The veteran platoon leader leaned against the wall of the tunnel, stuck half of his head out and looked outside. Seeing the gray sky, the annoying Japanese plane had gone away, he grinned: "What's the air?"
, it’s not like I have no choice but to do it.”
He turned to look at his brothers who were still huddled in the tunnel, opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't hide in there, get ready to fight!"
The brothers grabbed their weapons and ammunition boxes, and got out of the tunnel in disgrace. Looking at the bombed-out position, after a moment of hesitation, they each found a hidden position to lie down, ready to fight.
"Tunnel No. 3 has collapsed. Send a squad to dig out people quickly! Don't let people suffocate in there."
As soon as the veteran platoon leader lay down, company commander Wang Huzi and two brothers walked quickly along the traffic ditch.
The veteran platoon leader did not hesitate at all and hurriedly sent more than ten brothers to dig out the brothers from the second platoon who were buried in the tunnel.
Fortunately, the collapsed soil only blocked the entrance. They quickly cleared the entrance with all their hands and feet, and the brothers inside climbed out one by one through the opening.
Looking at the gray-faced brothers whose faces could not be seen clearly, everyone secretly said that they were lucky.
"Damn it, we almost buried our brothers alive." The second platoon leader escaped death. While thanking the veteran platoon leader who came to help, he cursed at the Japanese.
"Save your strength, the little devils are coming up, prepare to fight!" Wang Huzi saw that his brothers were fine, and he felt relieved.
If he was buried alive before the fight even started, wouldn't it be an unjust death?
The little devil had been tortured all night last night. Under the leadership of the officers, he made a feint attack up the hillside exhausted.
Wang Huzi and the others defended a trench nearly two hundred meters long. On the left and right flanks were two other companies of the Third Battalion. Just as they were preparing to attack the Japs head-on, a messenger ran over panting.
"Company Commander Wang, the regimental commander orders you to withdraw to the second-line trenches, immediately."
Wang Huzi was very puzzled, but now it was too late to go to the regiment headquarters to ask the reason, so he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, the regiment has an order, evacuate to the trenches behind, as fast as possible!"
The sudden order left the brothers in a hurry. The brothers with the rifles in their hands could turn around and leave, but the brothers had trouble with the heavy machine guns. They had no time to disassemble them, so they had to work together to carry them and run backwards.
While Wang Huzi and the others were retreating to the second-line position, the two companies on both sides were also retreating quickly. They were running very fast along the waist.
As soon as Wang Huzi and the others left the front-line position, the Japanese mortar grenades made a sharp roar, and the overwhelming artillery shells and grenades fell down. Shrapnel flew across the front-line trenches, mud and dust flew, and they were enveloped in gunpowder smoke.
"Kill and change!"
The Japanese charging infantry stepped on the explosive spots and rushed forward again. Bullets fell on the position like raindrops, and raised up the high pillars of mud.
The Japanese aggressively rushed into the front trenches of the mountains, but they found that except for abandoned debris and corpses that exuded a rotten smell, there was not a single living person in the trenches.
One Japanese soldier was even worried that the Chinese defenders were playing tricks again, so he dug into a corpse with his bayonet and brought out black and red blood. The corpse on the ground was indeed a very dead person.
They rushed forward like wild beasts, expecting to encounter a fierce battle, but instead it was like a fist hitting the cotton, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
But what made them even more uncomfortable was what was behind them. Just as they searched the forward trenches and found that they had been abandoned by the Chinese defenders, and under the orders of the officers, they were preparing to attack the higher second-line trenches, when they suddenly started shouting in panic.
The Japanese soldiers stopped one after another and looked up. In the gray smoke, grenades and grenades with green smoke were rapidly growing in size in their pupils.
"It's a grenade! Hurry and take cover!"
As soldiers of the main force in the field, these little devils were experienced in many battles. The moment the officer roared, they had already subconsciously looked for a place to hide or turned around and ran away.
However, the trenches with a depth of 1.7 meters hindered their movement. Before many Japanese soldiers could climb out of the trenches, grenades rumbled around them, and they fell heavily into the trenches again.
The dense explosion covered the entire trench. The Japanese who poured into the defenders' position let out screams of ghostly cries and howls during the explosion. Their flesh and blood were soon blown away, leaving only the seriously injured body bleeding and twitching.
"Come on!" Another shout of killing came from the mountain, like a roaring tsunami. Brothers from a battalion swooped down like tigers coming down the mountain. The unstoppable momentum made the little devil tremble.
The brothers fired all kinds of weapons one after another, and kept pointing at the little devil's head. They were condescending, but the little devil tried to feign an attack, and was quickly defeated.
Seeing the little Japanese soldiers in the trenches who were blown to pieces, the brothers cheered excitedly.
When Ono Ichiro saw his defeated subordinates, his facial expression twitched fiercely, and he gave the order again, firing gas bombs into the mountains in an attempt to eliminate the defenders.
However, the little devil's wishful thinking soon came to nothing. Under the blowing of the mountain wind, their poison gas bombs were unable to work and were quickly blown away.
They had to use incendiary bombs to burn the mountain, but the top of the mountain had long been burned bare by the flames of war, and even the incendiary bombs were of no use.
Ono Ichiro's brigade paid a heavy price but still could not capture the Golden Dragon Territory that Yang Ling and the others were defending. However, in the surrounding mountains, gunfire echoed all the time. It was friendly troops fighting fiercely with the Japs.
Near noon, the 58th Division under the 74th Army also arrived on the battlefield. Facing a powerful Chinese field army, the commander of the Japanese 6th Brigade, Masao Maruyama, couldn't stand it anymore and had to switch from offense to defense.