The Japanese troops had retreated and fled in panic.
The speed was much faster than when they attacked. In fact, the crazy Chinese people did not even have the courage to look back, for fear that when they turned around, the Chinese would still be firing desperately. At this time, they had to run faster than their companions.
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A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the poisonous gas that had long since stopped projecting and had become thinner was almost swept away.
"Huhu~~" The lieutenant leaned on a big rock and pulled off his mask, breathing heavily.
However, the three to five minutes of fighting had exhausted almost all of his energy, and it felt like his body, which had lost much moisture, was sweating through his heavy clothes again.
Big beads of sweat flowed down his browned cheeks. He was tired and even more painful.
During the battle, he killed three Japanese in a row, but the last Japanese fought with him for three minutes. When his bayonet penetrated his ribs, the Japanese's bayonet also brushed his waist and stabbed him, only a few seconds away.
Centimeters, he almost stabbed him through.
Even so, the sharp Sanba bayonet also ripped open the military uniform, not stabbing any vital points and taking away a full two ounces of flesh from the belt. The strong dizziness caused by the massive blood loss and lack of water made the lieutenant bite hard.
He licked his lower lip and tried his best to stay awake.
Huanshou looked at the several figures on the battlefield in the dusk, and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "How many are still alive? Tell me how many are alive."
"one"
"two"
"three"
"Four"
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"Fourteen" followed the final response from a somewhat weak voice, and the battlefield fell into silence again.
Except for the heavy breathing of the soldiers, no one responded.
The lieutenant closed his eyes in pain.
Of the thirty-four people, after a battle, only fourteen were still able to agree, and most of them were lost.
However, the thirteen of them rushed out of the trenches because they wanted their brothers to live well!
"What a stupid watermelon, I'll settle the score with you later." The lieutenant roared angrily and ordered: "As long as you can still breathe and walk, I will find all the brothers and bring them back to the position. No one can be left behind."
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"Company Commander, you are injured, please go back first." A familiar voice sounded next to the lieutenant.
The lieutenant turned his head and looked, his mouth cracked, revealing his white teeth: "Old Zhang, you're lucky, he didn't get hurt at all. He's much better than me."
The second lieutenant, whose military uniform was already in tatters but unscathed, showed anxiety on his face, "Company Commander, hurry back to your position. The naughty little devil will definitely fire in retaliation for us later."
"Haha, fire the artillery, then let them do it! I have an infantry company with only one combat squad left now, and I'm afraid of him, so I can waste some of their artillery shells, that's fine!" The lieutenant smiled fearlessly.
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Looking at the more than a hundred Japanese soldiers who were retreating rapidly a few hundred meters down the mountain, there was an indescribable desolation in their eyes: "It's just that we may not be able to complete the military orders given to us by the division and regiment headquarters."
"Company commander..." The second lieutenant's voice was choked with sobs.
Looking back at the soldiers who were slowly gathering, the lieutenant's somewhat forlorn eyes gradually became firm.
He managed to raise his voice and said: "Brothers, let's go, the five tiger generals in the military song, get up, let's take the brothers home."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up the 38-gun that was beside him and put it on his back. He walked a few steps forward and saw a man lying on the ground with a bayonet stuck in his back, stabbing him and the Japanese under him.
A soldier wearing a pair of robes and holding half of an ear in his mouth.
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he knew without looking at his face that he was the squad leader of the third squad and a fellow countryman of his. He had sworn to join the party after the July 7th Incident, and he had only joined the party for three months.
He pulled out the rifle with the bayonet attached and threw it away from a distance. He knelt down and pulled open his brother's arms, which were still warm but were holding the Japanese corpse with unusual force. With the help of the soldiers around him, he put the body of the third squad leader on his back.
He pressed his face against the sallow and pale brother's face, and the lieutenant's hoarse and desolate voice echoed across the battlefield.
"The brave generals of the Three Kingdoms, the first of them is Zhao Zilong, who was a hero in front of Changbanpo; there is also Zhang Yide, who climbed up the Dangyang Bridge and made a continuous clicking noise, breaking the bridge with his throat and scaring away millions of soldiers..."
First one, then a few, then all.
It sounded like a cry, but more like a roar, even if the vocal cords had been eroded by the poisonous gas. It didn't even have much tune, but it had a high-pitched and desolate military song unique to Qin Opera, and it resounded throughout the battlefield.
In the dusk, the soldiers either carried them alone or in pairs. If they were injured, they would be carried in groups of four. They took the bodies of the soldiers they found first and trudged toward the position 40 meters away.
At that moment, they were not afraid of any artillery fire or machine gun fire. They just wanted to take their brother's body and go home. Return to the place where most of the brothers in the company died in the battle.
Since they are brothers, they cannot be left behind, even if they are only 40 meters apart.
One thousand meters away, Zhang Shijun, who had been holding the telescope without putting it down, burst into tears.
Although he couldn't hear the singing coming from the distant position, he could see it. He could see his soldiers leaping out of the trenches, holding bayonets and using the mountains to pierce the chests of the Japanese invaders. At the same time, he also
After being stabbed, he could even see a soldier surrounded by several Japanese soldiers. Seeing that he was about to be stabbed to death, he fired the grenade brazenly.
At least three little devils were killed.
It was that explosion that completely chilled the little devil. One person ran and led a dozen people to run away. In the end, there were more than a hundred little devils left who retreated like a tide.
Facts have proved that the Japanese are not gods, and they are also afraid of death. They will also become cowardly after encountering Chinese soldiers who are braver than them.
Yes, the fifth infantry company under his command completely won this counterattack.
However, as a general who has fought hundreds of battles, the captain's heart is still as sharp as a knife. On the battlefield in the dusk, only a dozen of his soldiers are still standing.
That means that the most elite infantry company under his command has become an infantry squad.
"Telegraph the Division Headquarters. There are only a dozen men left in the Fifth Company. Position No. 1 is about to be captured by the Japanese invaders. Please ask the Division Headquarters for instructions on when our regiment can withdraw." The Colonel, who silently put down his telescope, ordered slowly.
Although this battle was successful, the fifth company with only a dozen men left could not withstand the next round of Japanese attacks. The fifth company was over.
He knew that not only was the fifth company finished, but with the fall of Position 1, the Japanese invaders would mount infantry artillery on Position 1. The 70-caliber infantry artillery with a range of up to three thousand meters could attack all positions in Snowflake Mountain.
.The entire line of defense will collapse. If we do not retreat, the entire regiment will be divided and surrounded one by one, just like the fifth company, and the entire army will be annihilated.
On the Japanese position more than 700 meters away, the Japanese major, who had also been holding the binoculars, looked as if he was an eternal stone.
Even when he watched with his own eyes more than a hundred infantrymen under his command were driven off the battlefield like pigs by dozens of Chinese soldiers who suddenly jumped out of the trenches and fought for their lives.
Although the infantry captain's roar was not heard, and his stone-like face could not let anyone see his anger, everyone knew that the rage burning in the Major's chest was comparable to the heat of 105 howitzer fire.
All the Japanese troops took the initiative to stay away from the top commander on the front line, for fear that he would be used as a scapegoat. This man had a command knife to chop alive a second lieutenant and squad leader who took the initiative to retreat without receiving military orders.
"Chinese, what are you shouting for?" the Japanese major asked slowly without turning around.
"It seems to be singing, a Chinese song." An infantry squadron leader four or five meters away from him replied bravely.
Silent for a while.
"These Chinese people are really tenacious!" After a long time, the Japanese major sighed.
"Your Excellency, Captain, can you tell the artillery brigade to fire, maybe we can annihilate it in one fell swoop?" Seeing that his commander was not as angry as he expected, the Japanese lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time picked up his binoculars to look at the blurred top of the mountain.
The figure, who was unclear but moving slowly, asked.
What greeted him was a big ear-scraper that almost blew away the telescope.
"Baga! The Chinese all know how to take the remains of their soldiers back to the trenches, don't you know? How many imperial warriors are sleeping on that battlefield?" The Japanese major who finally found a punching bag roared loudly. "Not to mention.
, there are only a dozen Chinese people, do we still need the assistance of artillery? Idiot."
"Hi!" The Japanese lieutenant, who faced an unexpected disaster and blocked the gun for his pig teammates, shouted in response with his face red from being slapped, his feet together and his head lowered.
"Order that idiot Nishikawa's entire squadron to renovate for an hour, and immediately launch an attack after one hour. Tell him that if he can't attack a position defended only by an infantry squad this time, then he doesn't have to come back and commit suicide to serve the emperor.
Your Majesty!" The Japanese major turned around without looking at the position above, and coldly dropped an order.
The battlefield became peaceful again.
The Japanese army stood still and watched as more than a dozen Chinese soldiers, now fearless on the position, carried the heavily wounded and dead bodies back and forth.
I watched them take down gas masks, water bottles, guns, bullets, grenades and steel helmets from the corpses left on the battlefield.
Even, last-minute hits on seriously injured soldiers who have not yet completely expired.
No Japanese soldiers fired in retaliation.
However, everyone knows that this strange calm contains the next storm of attacks.
The Chinese also know it.
Including themselves, they never thought that they would be able to withstand the next round of attacks.