"Hehe, this is enough for the little devil to drink a pot!"
In the dark weeds and bushes, Major Wang Huzi opened the kettle, raised his neck and took a sip.
Looking at the bombed Japs position not far ahead, which was blazing into the sky, there was a burst of joy on his face.
Their troops suffered heavy losses in the Minshan battle, and he was also injured. After recovering from his injuries, he was directly promoted to major.
Although it is a sinecure to fill a vacancy, it is also a means for the army to retain grassroots officers who can fight. It only takes one or two battles and they can quickly lead the troops again.
This time the entire 74th Army came forward, and Yang Ling's regiment was no exception. In addition to the regimental staff and service personnel, all combat troops came up.
As a major attached to the regiment, Wang Huzi should have stayed at the regiment headquarters, ready to replace officers killed in battle at any time, but he lost his temper and asked to come up with an infantry company.
"Wang Tuanfu, can our artillery fire kill all the little devils?"
A new recruit who had just been recruited a few days ago clutched the rifle in his hand tightly and asked nervously in a low voice.
Wang Huzi chuckled: "It's not that easy. The little devils are not so easy to kill. They might be hiding underground now."
Wang Huzi had experience in the Japanese combat troops. Not only were they well-trained in marksmanship, but their field fortifications were also constructed first-rate.
Although their artillery unit was fighting lively, he didn't think they could kill many little Japs, and they had to go up to the infantry to do it.
Hearing that the role of the artillery unit did not seem to be that great, the recruit suddenly showed some timidity and asked curiously: "Can the little devil burrow into the ground?"
"Do you know about the anti-gun bunker? They are hiding in the bunker right now." Wang Huzi explained.
The new recruits had only been added to the army for a few days, and they knew nothing about anti-gun bunkers. They shook their heads in confusion.
Wang Huzi was too lazy to explain, patted him on the shoulder and warned: "Just follow me later and don't load my gun. Don't squeeze into crowded places, or you will be blown up by a grenade."
"Yes, I will follow you." The recruit looked at Wang Huzi and nodded seriously.
Although the artillery unit of the 74th Army carried the artillery up with men on their shoulders, there were still too few artillery shells. In less than five minutes, the sound of artillery stopped.
The Japanese position in front of Yang Ling and others was also destroyed by the overwhelming bombardment of artillery shells, which destroyed most of the trench fortifications.
The smoke from the explosion was billowing and stirring, and through the smoke we could see the burning flames in the east and west of the Japanese position, like will-o'-the-wisps in the night.
"Up! Up!"
The officers' low-pitched urgings and shouts came from the invisible night. The brothers lying in the weeds and bushes all hunched up and quickly moved towards the Japanese position.
The dark crowd rolled forward in the night, as if the night had given life to it. The sound of heavy breathing could be heard clearly, and countless pairs of feet quickly stepped on the weeds and shrubs, making a swishing sound.
The brothers who were lying in the grass on the left and right wings all got up and jumped forward. Major Wang Huzi also grabbed his rifle and stood up.
"Follow me..." He greeted the recruits behind him whose faces could not be seen clearly, and then quickly moved towards the Jaap soldiers' position.
"Teng Teng Teng——"
There was a thundering gunshot from the Japanese position, and long tongues of flame spewed out from the muzzle of the Type 92 heavy machine gun. Scarlet bullets penetrated the night and pulled out dazzling chains of fire, sweeping over head and face.
But those who attacked the Japanese positions were powerful troops fed by the blood of the Japanese. Facing the roaring heavy machine guns of the Japanese, they did not stop.
"Puff!"
The enemy's heavy machine gun bullets destroyed the weeds and dead trees within the shooting range, and the shattered debris rose up with the splashing soil.
It wasn't until the enemy's heavy machine gun bullets reached their feet that the brothers who jumped forward fell to the ground, but soon they stood up again with their bodies hunched over and jumped forward.
All the Japs' light and heavy machine guns rang out, and the sound of rifles gradually increased. In the burning firelight, the brothers pressing forward could see the figures of Jaap soldiers emerging from the firelight.
"Shoot! Shoot!" The Japanese officers' howls were like wild beasts, which made people's hair stand on end.
The Japanese soldiers were desperately shooting into the invisible darkness, and the waves of brothers were quickly rushing toward the Japanese in the fire.
Whizzing--
The scorching bullets kept passing over his head, and Wang Beard could even feel the scorching breath brought by the bullets.
A string of scarlet bullets swept over, and the two brothers running in front of him were stunned. Bloody flowers burst out, and then they fell headlong into the weeds.
Wang Beard subconsciously lay on the ground, but the splash of blood still spread across his face, making his vision full of red.
He stretched out his sleeves to wipe his eyes, turned around and saw the fellow recruit lying behind him.
"Let's go!" Wang Huzi shouted, grabbed the gun and stepped over the two sacrificed brothers, continuing to move forward.
Bullets kept hitting the charging crowd, the sound of bullets hitting flesh kept coming, and some people fell down with a muffled groan.
But the troops in the attack formation did not stop. They were like an army marching in silence. The Japanese also felt the pressure coming from the darkness, and their roars continued.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
One grenade after another passed over the advancing troops and landed on the Japanese soldiers' position. It was the grenadiers in the regiment who started firing.
Clouds of fire and smoke rose up from the Japs' position. In the sky-shattering explosion, many Japs were overturned by the tyrannical air waves and never got up again.
"Flare bomb! Flare bomb!" the Japanese officer shouted.
"Whoosh-whoosh-"
Several rounds of illumination bombs rose up into the sky. As the height increased, the pale light was illuminating the invisible night.
Soon, the darkness was enveloped by the pale light. Seeing the darkness of the crowd, the Japs soldiers' expressions changed wildly.
The Japanese officer was the first to react: "Ten o'clock, twelve o'clock direction! Shoot!"
The Japanese soldiers who fired randomly into the darkness turned their guns one after another, and the violent bullets shrouded the heads of the brothers.
"Machine gun cover! The rest of you come over!"
Seeing that the troops were exposed to the light of the flares, Chen Ming, the second battalion commander in charge of attacking the Japanese position, decisively issued the attack order.
The brothers had already approached the position two hundred meters away from the enemy's guns and artillery. When they heard the order, the whole team roared into action.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
The covering machine gunners on both wings quickly got down, set up their machine guns, and pulled the triggers towards the Japanese position. Blood mist filled the Japanese firepower point, and many of the guns were misfired.
"Annihilate the Matsuura Division! Charge!"
The platoon leaders of each company roared one after another, and the teams that bowed forward began to accelerate their charge.
"Brothers! Kill!"
The screams of killing rang out, and Wang Beard quickly pulled the trigger, knocking down a Japanese soldier with one shot, and rushed forward while pulling the gun bolt.
The brothers were fighting and rushing. Although bullets kept hitting the crowd and people kept falling, no one paid attention to them at the moment. Everyone's target was the Japanese in the Japanese position.
The Japanese soldiers were also as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They tried their best to pull the bolts of their guns and shoot, but they couldn't get two shots, and the bullets would knock them over.
"Boom!"
The grenade also flew into the Japanese position, and a Japanese machine gun was turned into pieces in the explosion of fire.