As the night faded and the sky became brighter, the sounds of gunfire and gunfire that had been heard on the battlefield all night became sparse. Although the Japanese soldiers refused to retreat, they were already showing signs of fatigue.
The Chinese defenders who were guarding the trenches and bunkers fought all night and suffered heavy casualties. Although the Japs were right under their noses, they were unable to launch a counterattack. The two sides remained in a stalemate not far away from each other.
Pale white mist filled the air, and the thick, moist mist flowed low along the mountains and trenches, covering a dark red battlefield filled with corpses, seeming to cover up the tragedy.
The fog blurred the field of vision, and the undulating mountains were looming in the fog, as if they were hiding infinite murderous intent.
A brother crawled along the trench that was almost flattened by the bombing, and soon crawled into a bomb crater with half a Japanese corpse lying on the edge.
In this funnel-like crater, three brothers covered in blood were lying in a comfortable posture, with their guns conveniently placed, and chewing hard dry food in their mouths.
After a fierce battle all night, hunger and fatigue were devouring the fighting ability of the brothers. Although it was daylight, the Japanese showed no sign of retreat, so they could only endure.
"Platoon commander, why don't you guys retreat?"
This brother approached the platoon leader, who had unkempt hair and blood-red eyes, and asked in a low voice.
The platoon leader stuffed the last bit of cold, hard dry food into his mouth and asked with a smile: "What, can't you hold on anymore?"
The brother nodded sheepishly and said, "The cooking team doesn't even know how to bring some food, so it's not a big deal to stay up like this."
The platoon leader looked at this "veteran" brother who had been in the army for less than a few weeks and smiled: "What's wrong with this? Even if the cooking team is intentional, the Japanese firepower is blocking the food. It won't be served for a while. I don't want to
If you're going to starve later, you can find a way to get it from the devils."
Compared with the veteran platoon leaders who had fought countless fierce battles with the Japanese, these brothers who had only been in the army for only a week or two had become "veterans" after fighting in several battles, but they still lacked battlefield experience.
"Platoon leader, there's something going on!" Just as the two were talking in a low voice, another brother suddenly interrupted them.
The platoon leader was startled, and he hurriedly grabbed the gun beside him and quickly put the gun on fire. He climbed to the edge of the crater, stuck out half of his head and carefully looked out.
In the drifting damp mist, several little devils crouched to cover each other like ghosts.
"The Japs are coming. If anyone has any grenades, give me one." The platoon leader retracted his head into the crater and whispered.
The two sides fought in confusion all night. Although the Chinese officers and soldiers still guarded various positions, they did not have much ammunition.
"I have another one here." The brother who crawled into the crater hurriedly took out a grenade from his open pocket and handed it over.
The platoon leader expertly unscrewed the bottom cover of the wooden-handled grenade, and the other three lying in the crater set their guns to fire, and installed their bayonets on the bayonet seats.
Although the Japanese had deliberately slowed down their pace, they could still hear the approaching footsteps. They held their rifles tightly and their breathing became rapid.
The wretched figures of the Japanese were looming in the mist. There were not many Japanese who came over, only five. They put their guns on their shoulders and began to infiltrate quietly. The fog provided them with excellent cover.
The platoon leader estimated the distance between him and the Japanese. When he saw that he was close, he fired the grenade and threw it fiercely.
"Boom!"
The grenade exploded loudly in the mist. The two Japanese soldiers who were walking forward were knocked over in the light of the explosion and howled miserably.
"Charge! Kill them!" The veteran platoon leader jumped up from the crater and rushed towards the other frightened Japanese.
The other three brothers did not hesitate at all, and rushed out of the crater right behind the platoon leader. As they rushed, they pulled the trigger on the Japanese.
In the clearing mist, dull gunshots suddenly rang out, and the two sides were almost face-to-face shooting. One brother was shot in the thigh and fell, but their bullets also knocked down two Japanese soldiers.
They were so close that there was no time to fire a second shot. Under the leadership of the platoon leader, they collided hard with another Japanese soldier.
The experienced platoon leader used his bayonet to drive away the Japanese's bayonet. His burly body, which was still unabated, hit the Japanese's body hard, and the overwhelming force made the Japanese stagger.
Before the Japanese could regain his balance, another brother who rushed up had already thrust his bayonet into the Japanese's waist. The Japanese screamed and was knocked to the ground by a rifle butt.
The two brothers following behind also stabbed each of the remaining Japs who fell to the ground, ending the Japs' wailing.
"withdraw!"
The veteran platoon leader quickly snatched away ammunition, rations, and rifles from the Japanese, and quickly rushed towards a half-collapsed bunker that had been blown up.
They dispatched the five Japs in a flash and took away their belongings, but the gunshots and screams also immediately attracted a bunch of bullets.
"Da da da--"
In the invisible fog, the Japanese machine guns howled, and the bullets roared through the fog and headed straight for them.
"Puff!" The bullets made the loose soil on the ground jump up suddenly, chasing their buttocks all the way to the half-collapsed bunker.
The Japanese's machine gun also attracted a counterattack from the machine gun of a defender's bunker. The muzzle of the gun sprayed long tongues of flame in the mist. The hot bullets passed through the wet weapon and produced a white trajectory visible to the naked eye.
The Japs wanted to take advantage of the cover of the fog to launch another infiltration attack, but the entire defense line was tightly guarded by Chinese officers and soldiers, and all the Japs' efforts were in vain.
The machine guns on both sides only fired a handful of bullets at each other before they stopped, and both were moving positions holding their machine guns.
As soon as the machine gunners on both sides left, mortars and grenade launchers blasted their original positions to a crisp.
The silenced sound of gunfire resounded intensively on the battlefield again. As if there was a tacit understanding, fighting started everywhere at the same time.
Hand grenades and hand grenades flew staggered in the air towards the opponent's hiding place, and some collided in mid-air and exploded, causing clouds of black smoke to rise from the explosion.
There were also small groups of small troops shooting at each other in the mist and then colliding with each other. With a roar, the shouts of killing suddenly stopped, leaving broken limbs and broken bodies all over the ground.
The Japanese's small group's attempt to penetrate the defense line failed. The position held by the Chinese officers and soldiers seemed to have been blown beyond recognition by artillery fire, but it looked like a huge trap, constantly devouring the lives of the Japanese.
The Chinese ** team's defense line was eerily quiet in the fog, but as soon as the Japanese made any move, a string of bullets would immediately hit them, forcing the Japanese to retreat.
Each time the enemy was not blocked by the number of people, only a few rifles or a machine gun. The two wings were still quiet, but once the enemy tried to force a breakthrough, bullets like raindrops would fly from different directions.
This kind of defense of the Chinese ** team made the Japanese crazy, because they could not judge the point of firepower in front of them, because the opponent would move away after hitting them, and if they continued to move forward, bullets would fly from other directions.
Faced with these firepower strike points that were in motion at all times, the Japanese's precise artillery strikes lost their effect. The infantry alone could not break through, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.