Twenty kilograms of explosives exploded in the dazzling explosion flash, and a Type 92 heavy machine gun and the sandbags used to build the fortifications were lifted into the air in the blink of an eye, as if they were made of paper.
The explosive bags contained iron nails and gravel, which were now splashing across the air under the scorching waves of air, and then embedded themselves into the bodies of several Japanese soldiers who were nearby.
The seriously injured little devil let out a heart-rending scream, which was terrifying to hear on a night like this.
The splashing hot mud, sharp gravel and exploded debris forced the brothers to close their eyes and lower their heads. As the suffocating air wave swept over, their helmets were also clanged.
When the brothers raised their heads again, the Japanese heavy machine gun position that had been pouring down bullets just now had been blown up with a smoke-belching gap. Under the firelight, they could see the hideous and ugly faces further behind.
Little devil.
"Brothers! Charge!"
Seeing that the Japanese heavy machine gun had misfired and a gap was blown in the defense line, some veterans immediately jumped up and rushed toward the gap.
The new recruits were all tense with nervousness. Seeing the brothers around them jumping out one by one, they gritted their teeth and yelled to cheer themselves up, and began to charge with the veterans.
"Hold the Chinese! Fire support!"
Chirping roars were also heard from the Japanese position, and the light and heavy machine guns from other directions also turned their muzzles. Bullets hit the airtight in front of the gap, and the ferocious firepower blocked the way of the brothers.
Strings of bullets fell on the ground, raising plumes of smoke. The sandbags were also full of bullet holes, and the sand contained in the sandbags also flowed out.
The veterans were familiar with rolling and moving to avoid the bullets that kept whizzing in, but most of the recruits were a little slow to react. They didn't know the depth of it, but they collided head-on, and were instantly torn to pieces by the ferocious firepower.
Seeing the brothers in front of them covered in blood mist as if possessed by fire and bullets, and then falling straight to the ground, the recruits behind were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they even dropped their rifles.
Shouting, his voice was filled with tears and he ran back, trying to escape from this hell of life and death.
"Go back and pick up your guns!" The usually amiable deputy battalion elder, the smoker, held up his rifle, and a string of bullets hit the retreating recruits at their feet.
The bullets hit the hard ground, causing mud and dust to fly. Seeing the ferocious old smoker looking like he was about to kill someone, the recruits were so frightened that they couldn't help but retreat, and some even trembled all over.
"We can't defeat them, they're all dead, they're all dead, let us go back -" the recruits shouted with fear on their faces.
They have never seen war be so cruel. In such an airtight hail of bullets, human life is as fragile as grass.
These recruits once thought about defending their homes and the country, and some wanted to make meritorious deeds in the war. However, in the face of the explosion of bullets as dense as locusts, their thoughts were so ridiculous and childish that they almost collapsed.
Now I just want to live.
But the battlefield will never sympathize with the weak, nor will it show mercy to anyone. Once you put on a military uniform and pick up a gun, you must be prepared and aware to die.
As the saying goes, the state has national laws and the army has military regulations. No matter what the reason is, if you retreat without orders on the battlefield, you are a deserter and will be stabbed in the spine.
"I order you to turn around, go back, pick up your guns! Keep fighting!"
The old smoker roared hoarsely, and while roaring, he shot at the feet of the new recruits. The smoke and dust flew everywhere, driving them back.
"Damn! Go back! Shoot the Japanese!" Some veterans nearby also jumped out of the darkness, and the butts of their rifles fell on the recruits, making them scream.
Amidst the roars and curses of these ferocious veterans, the fearful and helpless recruits were driven back to the front, picked up their guns, and tremblingly pulled the bolts and fired.
"Shunzi! Bring someone to blow up those machine guns for me!"
The crossfire of several Japanese machine guns was extremely ferocious. The hail of bullets and fire chains that swept away a large area took the lives of countless brothers. The old smoker also became angry, and his voice became angry.
Shunzi waved his hand, and several demolition crews holding explosive bags jumped out under the cover of machine guns.
But the Japs had just blown up a heavy machine gun, and now they saw the blasters flying over, and they all came over with machine guns, rifles, grenades and other weapons.
Several brothers in the demolition team kept rolling forward and pounced, and they were extremely familiar with their tactical movements. However, under this dense fire net, they were all wiped out in less than a pack of cigarettes.
When he saw the last demolitionist being shot through the chest by a string of bullets, the first company commander Shunzi was so angry that he punched the sandbag heavily, extremely angry.
"Give me the explosive pack!" Shunzi, the company commander, saw that his brothers couldn't rush forward under the heavy firepower of the machine gun, and prepared to explode it himself.
"Company Commander! Be careful!" At this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the ears, and a brother threw the company commander Shunzi to the ground.
There was a loud bang, the hot sand spread out in all directions with the air waves, and the shrapnel of the grenade flew. Blood grooves were suddenly drawn on the faces and bodies of several brothers around him, and their faces were covered with blood.
Company Commander Shunzi's head was dizzy and the pain was severe. He moved the brother who was pressing on him away and saw that half of his body was blown away, and the other half was charred and black like tatters.
"As bad as a kid is, I'm gonna fuck your mother!" Shunzi picked up a light machine gun and fired it with one shot, but was soon pinned to the ground by the kid again and couldn't move.
Yang Ling was anxious when he saw a series of Japanese soldiers pinned to the ground and unable to move.
At this moment, they were not far from the Japs' forward position, but the Japs had taken advantage of the terrain, and the firepower was properly deployed. The brothers' firepower was simply unable to match theirs. They suffered more than half of their casualties in a row, but it was difficult to advance.
"Can you blast it?" Yang Ling also hunched over and ran from behind to where the first company was attacking and asked Lao Yanqiang.
Lao Yanqiang pointed at the smashed demolitions in front and said with some frustration: "Several demolition groups are finished. The distance is too far. They all died before they could rush forward."
Yang Ling estimated the distance between them and the Japs, and ordered to the third company commander Blacksmith behind him: "Blacksmith, let your machine gun platoon come up to cover!"
After receiving the order, the blacksmith quickly brought reinforcements with the machine gun platoon of the third company. The firepower consisting of a civilian Type 24 and three Czech light machine guns began to exchange fire with the Japs.
"Start digging from here! Dig forward twenty meters! Then use grenades to blow up their machine guns!"
Lao Yanqiang immediately understood Yang Ling's intention. Now that they were charging forward like this, they were easy targets for the little devils. But if they dug forward ten or twenty meters, they would be within the throwing range of grenades.
Many brothers were pinned to the ground by the fierce Japanese firepower and could not move forward or retreat. If it were not for the cover of night, they would have been wiped out long ago.
Following the order given by Lao Yanqiang and the others, the blacksmith's machine gun platoon opened fire to attract the enemy's firepower. The brothers who had been suppressed by the enemy took out the shovels and shovels they carried with them and started digging along the place where they lay.
At first I could only dig a foxhole for myself to lie in, but gradually I was able to squat in it and shoot. Once the areas dug by several brothers were connected, it became a communication trench.
The brothers quickly dug several communication trenches leading to the top of the mountain under the little devil's nose. When the little devil fired a flare and discovered the sudden appearance of the communication trenches, he was also shocked.
A Japanese sergeant realized that something was wrong and hurriedly let the grenade bombard them, trying to prevent these communication trenches from approaching their position further.
But what they discovered was a little late. The brothers had already advanced to the bombing distance. Strings of grenades flew out, and the rumbling explosions evolved into a set of bright fireworks. The Japanese position was enveloped in a sea of explosions and flames.