Chapter five hundred and twenty fifth hand-to-hand combat
When Japanese Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro received a report from the vanguard vanguard that he had not noticed any blocking positions of the Chinese army on the mountain ridge ahead, he even thought that his ears had misheard, and those sneak attackers still dared to come.
Ono Ichiro, who didn't believe the report, rushed to the front of the team himself, but when he saw the blue sky and white sun flag flying on the mountain ridge and the scattered positions, his nose became crooked with anger.
Not only did these Chinese troops dare to come, they even dared to openly and openly prepare to block the attack. Who gave them such courage?
Do you really think that the Imperial Japanese Army is a sick cat who is allowed to be bullied by them? Ono Ichiro was angry, and the consequences were serious.
"First Squadron, rush forward and capture the Chinese position. Remember, no one will be left alive!"
With a sullen face, Ono Ichiro ordered a captain with a pockmarked face next to him. He was going to give these reckless Chinese troops a lesson and let them know how powerful the Imperial Japanese Army was!
"Hiyi!"
The Japanese Captain bowed his head seriously. When he raised his head again and looked at the mountain ridge with the broken flag, his face was filled with a crazy and ferocious look.
They suffered endless harassment last night, and the annoying cold shots almost drove them crazy. His squadron only lost thirty people on the battlefield, but in just one night, another twenty people were killed.
If these twenty people had died on a battlefield filled with bullets, he could have endured it, but instead they died in a sneak attack, and one of them was even stabbed to death by a bayonet while urinating.
As the saying goes, an uncle can endure what an aunt can't. The Japanese captain, who was filled with fire in his heart, did not hesitate at all. With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers rushed toward Yang Ling and others in a skirmish line.
The position chosen by Yang Ling and others happened to be built on the ridge of the mountain ridge. From a high position, they could overlook the over a hundred Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards them.
"Regimental deputy, why didn't the Japs shoot?"
The brothers were ready for the first of the three enemy attacks, but when they looked up, they found that the enemy had opened a line of skirmishers and pounced on them. This was not normal.
Yang Ling was also worried about the Japanese bombardment, so he asked his brothers to build foxholes spread out. But when he saw the Japanese charging directly, a smile appeared on his face. It seemed that the Japanese had really run out of ammunition. Even the cannon before the charge
All the fuss is saved.
"Get the Molotov cocktails ready and wait for my order to light them." Since the Japs don't have much ammunition, this battle will be much easier.
This was not because the Japanese were wasting bullets, but because their logistics were blocked twice by Yang Ling and others in a row, and then they had to withstand the 74th Army's desperate attack head-on.
The only remaining bullets are temporary airdrops from planes. If they had ammunition, how could they retreat in such a hurry?
The momentum of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers charging forward with sharp bayonets was quite intimidating, and the oncoming murderous intent was enough to make a recruit who had never fought in a battle be scared to wet his pants.
But Yang Ling and his men were all veterans who had been through hell many times, and had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so they really didn't pay attention to the aura of the Japanese.
In line with the principle of saving ammunition, the Japanese did not rush to grab and shoot from a distance this time, but kept silently rushing up the mountain ridge.
The slope of the mountain ridge was a bit steep. Although there were sparse vegetation, it was still very difficult for the Japanese to climb up, especially since they had not slept a wink all night and were tired and panting after running a few hundred meters.
"Give the Japanese a little greeting gift." Yang Ling looked at the Japanese struggling to climb up the mountain ridge and ordered.
Guard Huzi chuckled, picked up a lit clay pot, waved his arms vigorously and threw it out.
The pottery pots thrown down from a high position frightened the Japanese, and they all squealed and fell down to avoid the attack.
The clay pot filled with gasoline was smashed to the ground, and the flames burst into flames. There was no explosion as expected. Instead, several Japanese soldiers who hurriedly fell down were scratched on their faces by thorns.
Looking at the burning broken pots and gasoline, the Japanese captain roared as if he had been tricked.
The other Japanese were also frightened, and they became bolder when they discovered that this was not a grenade.
More than a dozen simple Molotov cocktails were thrown down from the ridge. Suddenly, thick smoke billowed, large tracts of grass were burned, and the Japanese were sweating all over.
Some Japs officers felt a little strange when they saw that there were no machine guns or rifles on the ridge, but instead some simple Molotov cocktails that they couldn't understand.
"Captain, is the Chinese Army plotting something again?" a Japanese officer warned, worried about an ambush behind the mountain ridge.
Japanese Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro's eyes penetrated the burning fire in Perak Bala, looked directly at the crude and outrageous blocking position, and judged with a cold snort: "The Chinese people probably have no ammunition."
Nearly twenty simple Molotov cocktails were thrown out. Although the gentle slopes of the mountain ridge were burned fiercely, they could not hinder the charging Japanese soldiers at all.
These Japanese soldiers were cautious at first, but when they discovered that there seemed to be no machine guns and rifles on display on the ridge, they became bolder and began to straighten up and rush forward, as long as they avoided those incendiary bottles.
The Japanese's covering machine gun rang out. The machine gunner was an old Japanese, and he fired accurately, steadily and powerfully. A string of bullets flew up the mountain ridge.
The brothers who were throwing Molotov cocktails down fell into their foxholes one after another, and machine gun bullets flew up, causing huge chunks of soil to pop up.
The sound of the machine gun seemed to be an order. The Japanese soldiers who were charging at a trot suddenly accelerated and took advantage of Yang Ling and others' lowered heads to charge quickly.
"kill!"
What the more than a hundred charging Japanese soldiers did not expect was that just as they were about to charge up the mountain ridge, a fierce stream of Chinese officers and soldiers rushed out of the pine forest next to them.
The Japs had noticed this pine forest near the mountain ridge before. Several Japs were about to go in and search, but Wang Huzi and the others rushed out.
More than 300 brothers, led by grassroots officers such as Wang Beard and Blacksmith, stabbed sharply into the Japanese charge with sharp bayonets, like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The time they chose to charge happened to be when the Japanese machine gunner had fired all the bullets. The Japanese machine gunner could only watch helplessly as such a group of people entered their team.
Wang Huzi's team was like a sharp knife cutting into soft tofu. The sound of the bayonet penetrating into the flesh, blood splattering, and the Japanese were stunned by the sudden hand-to-hand combat.
"Damn it!"
"ah!"
"Kill! Kill the Japanese!"
More than three hundred brothers were like a metal storm, roaring and sweeping towards the Japanese soldiers. One of the Japanese soldiers was about to lift up and shoot, but was knocked backwards by a powerful force, and the bullet hit the sky.
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The sharp bayonets of the veterans who rushed forward stabbed the Japanese soldier's chest fiercely, and then twisted hard, and the Japanese internal organs were immediately shattered.
"Ah ah ah -" the devil screamed in pain, but was quickly crushed by the roar.
A Japs had just shot and killed a Chinese officer and soldier who was rushing towards him, but the next moment, a big knife slashed on the Japs' neck, blood spurted out, and the Japs' head flew out like a ball, headless.
The body fell to the ground.
"Fuck you!"
One brother was stabbed in the heart by a Japanese bayonet after just one encounter. He cursed in pain and lunged forward, and the bayonet penetrated his body.
But he also closed the distance between him and the devil, opened his mouth and bit down on the devil's neck. With a tearing sound, a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off from the devil's neck. The devil covered his bloody neck with pain.