Nine hundred and ninetieth chapters battlefield ambushes
The Japanese artillery fire was very intensive and powerful, bombing the disguised guerrilla field fortifications into a mess, and many places were almost flattened.
But in fact, the guerrilla officers and soldiers were unscathed. At this moment, in a more hidden trench about a hundred meters to the left of the shattered position, a platoon of brothers was hiding here.
In the other direction, several hidden trenches were filled with guerrilla officers and soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition. This was their real position.
The position that was bombarded by the Japanese was just a fake position disguised by them. When they saw the Japanese shelling, they knew that the Japanese had been fooled.
"The Japanese cannons are really powerful. All our fortifications were blown up."
Some new recruits cautiously poked their heads out of the trenches. When they saw that the fake positions in front were blown up and filled with thick smoke, they patted their chests with lingering fear.
"The enemy's infantry artillery is so powerful. You have never seen the enemy's heavy artillery. When it explodes, it shakes the earth. If you can't kill it, you will be crippled. I survived the bombardment of the enemy's heavy artillery."
"It's a pity that half of my ears are gone. I want to cut off a hundred Japanese ears to make them smell bad."
The platoon leader in this trench was a veteran who had been promoted from the ranks. He had fought many big battles and tough battles. In the minds of the brothers, he was a battle hero whom he admired.
At this moment, hearing the platoon leader's nonchalant words, those brothers who felt that the Japanese shelling was not so severe also felt that the Japanese shelling was not so severe, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.
"Platoon leader, the Japs blew off one of your ears, why did you cut off a hundred Japs' ears?" A new brother who joined the platoon asked curiously.
"I still have to avenge my brothers who were killed in bombings and beatings. If I kill a brother, I will cut off one more enemy's ear! This is called blood debt!" The platoon leader made a sound and pushed the bullet into the gun.
Bore, he said viciously.
After hearing the words of the platoon leader, the atmosphere in the trenches became stagnant. They knew that this was all a blood feud.
"Platoon leader, I'll cut off the Japs' ears for you!"
"I'll help you get revenge too!"
The brothers soon started talking. Although many of them were new recruits to the army, they were very courageous.
"good!"
Looking at these fighting-spirited brothers, the veteran platoon leader seemed to see again the group of old brothers who had experienced life and death in the hail of bullets. Unfortunately, they all died in battle one by one, and his eyes were a little moist.
"Platoon leader, the Japanese are coming!" the observation post shouted.
The platoon leader hurriedly put away his thoughts, raised the rifle in his rough hand and said coldly: "Get ready to fight!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The brothers in the trench stood up one after another, pressed their bodies against the side of the trench wall, moved their rifles out of the trench, and aimed at the billowing smoke.
In the hidden positions in the other direction, machine guns and rifles also came out of the trenches one after another, with a row of muzzles pointed at the direction in which the Japanese came.
The Japanese soldiers no longer moved forward slowly. They rushed forward before the smoke dissipated, and each figure quickly jumped into the smoke.
If there were Chinese officers and soldiers on the position, they would definitely rush into the position before the Chinese officers and soldiers could react to the shelling.
Japanese soldier Suzuki Takeshi was also in the charging team. The wave-shaped echelon attack formation had already crashed into the gunpowder smoke, and the rapidly advancing figure stirred up the gunpowder smoke.
"Puff puff!"
The Japanese soldiers quickly rushed towards the bombed and shattered false position, shooting as they ran, and the bullets caused the fluffy soil to rise into clouds of mud mist.
However, it seemed as if all the Chinese officers and soldiers on the position were killed, and the Japanese easily broke into the position without encountering any resistance.
The Japs who broke into the position kept turning their guns around, trying to target the Chinese officers and soldiers who were still moving, and then kill them.
But they were disappointed. Apart from a mess of horizontal beams and sandbags that had been bombed, not even a single human figure was seen in the entire position, not to mention corpses.
Suzuki Tsuyoshi was also extremely nervous and followed the assault troops to continuously leap forward in depth, but until they penetrated the main position, they did not see a single Chinese officer or soldier.
Just when Suzuki Yi was thinking about why there were no Chinese officers and soldiers on the position, or even a corpse, a companion next to him screamed: "There are Chinese troops ahead!"
Suzuki Yi hurriedly looked up. The smoke had been blown away by the wind. He had rushed to the edge of the position and saw a shocking scene.
About a hundred meters behind this position, under the camouflage of those branches and grass, countless gun muzzles were pointing right here, and a new garrison position came into view.
"Lie down! Take cover!"
Suddenly hearing the sergeant commander's horrified cry, Suzuki Yi subconsciously rolled into the shallow pit closest to him.
"Teng Teng Teng -"
Suddenly, the characteristic dull roar of the heavy machine gun rang out, and the heavy machine gun swept over the enemy in a fan-shaped manner, sweeping down the hail of bullets.
"Puff puff!"
"ah!"
"Well!"
Those Japanese soldiers who had rushed to the edge of the position and had not yet understood what was happening were met head-on by the sweeping hail of bullets. Blood mist filled the air, and the Japanese fell to the ground in various strange postures.
The guerrillas' light and heavy machine guns opened fire one after another, and a rain of bullets like locusts enveloped the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the false position.
The rapidly flying bullets roared in the main film space. There were whistling bullets overhead and everywhere around the body. The bullets with the smell of death made Suzuki Yi so frightened that he could not even raise his head.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
The sudden attack of bullets killed and injured a large number of the Japanese soldiers. The surviving Japanese soldiers rolled to avoid and then raised their guns to fight back. The Japanese sergeant commander roared loudly.
They were fooled and were ambushed on the battlefield. The fake position not only attracted their artillery fire, but also put them under the gunfire of the guerrillas.
"puff!"
As soon as a Japanese soldier loaded his bullet and wanted to raise his gun to fight back, the bullet punched a hole in his helmet. The impact of the bullet caused him to fall backwards into the collapsed trench, and the helmet became a bowl of rotten tofu.
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"Da da da!"
The Japanese machine gunner quickly lay down and set up his machine gun, but just after he fired a short burst, a grenade fell and blew him away.
"Boom-boom-boom!"
The guerrilla grenade groups also joined the battle one after another, firing grenades desperately at the Japanese who fought back.
Clouds of black smoke and blood mist were blown up. Amidst the smoke and splashing mud, the Japanese attacking troops suffered heavy losses.
Seeing that the troops in front were blocked, the Japanese squadron leader commanding from behind also changed his expression, and hurriedly threw his reserve team forward, and at the same time asked the semaphore soldiers to call for artillery support.