"Dengyun, walk slowly. I will be your brother in the next life. Even if you hit me, I will recognize you." Feeling the body in his arms suddenly relax, the lieutenant seemed to have lost all his strength.
Cry loudly.
"Company Commander, you can't do this!" The three seriously wounded soldiers who were still conscious were nearly stunned when they saw what happened suddenly.
"Brothers, I am incompetent as the company commander. The position is about to be breached. I can no longer protect you. The little devils are not human beings. You should also know that they trampled our wounded to death in Jingxing County with their horses.
Yun is my biological brother. Even if he dies, I can't let him be abused by the little devils. But you, I can't make a decision for you. There is a gun and a knife here. You decide for yourself. If you can't do it, then
Let the brothers help you." The lieutenant looked at the wounded again and again. Finally, he couldn't harden his heart. He dropped to his knees and kowtowed to the wounded several times. He gently placed his submachine gun on the ground and said slowly.
"Company Commander, I don't blame you. Our company held the position for two days and killed so many little Japs. It was worth it." Seeing the company commander like this, the wounded man who had been silent for a while finally shed tears in his eyes. "
But company commander, I don’t want to die in vain. Even if I have to die, I will die on the battlefield and kill a little devil before setting out on the road."
"Please, company commander, give me an explosive pack. A grenade can be used without an explosive pack. I can't fire the gun, but I can still pull the grenade." The wounded all begged.
"Okay, then the brothers will die together. Let's leave this place to the dead brothers!" The lieutenant looked at the determined faces of the wounded in the firelight and finally made a decision.
After working hard for half an hour with the remaining six soldiers, we finally moved the bodies of all the officers and soldiers in the trenches of the entire company to the artillery-proof hole, and used two grenades to put them in the artillery-proof hole for support.
Under the log, with a "bang", the solid anti-gun cave was blown down by the soldiers themselves, burying more than a hundred bodies.
The Japs at the foot of the mountain also launched another attack.
The Japanese major who shot three deserters in succession gave the order again, and it was the half-crippled infantry squadron to attack.
Courage is found wherever it is lost.
This is the idea of a Japanese army major.
But what about the Chinese soldiers who are fighting against the odds and don’t even want to live, but just want to take a few more Japanese invaders with them?
Once again, their so-called courage was shattered.
The Japanese army rushed into the position without much effort. Because there were too few people who could shoot on the Chinese position.
However, in the trenches, they encountered an unprecedented blow.
The "corpses" of the Chinese, who were clearly already mangled with blood and flesh, actually fired grenades on their own, and even smoke emitted from under the corpses of their own people.
One unsuspecting explosion occurred one after another, causing the dozens of Japanese troops who had invaded the position to retreat like a tide again.
The gunshots on Position 1 rang out for the entire night. The Japanese army, which launched five consecutive rounds of attacks, never really occupied that position.
The Japanese Army Major stayed up all night.
He didn't understand why the Chinese could still hold on. It was clear that there were only a few of them left. Why did the invincible imperial army fight an infantry squadron into an infantry squad, but they still couldn't capture the already shaky but miraculous enemy?
There were no Chinese positions lost.
Have the Imperial Army become cowardly? Or have the Chinese become stronger?
In the haze of the early morning in the late autumn mountains, the 2nd Infantry Squadron attacked again. No, to be precise, it was the 2nd Squadron. From the attack yesterday afternoon to now, there are only more than 40 people in a full infantry squadron, and the casualty rate is as high as 100.
Eighty points. Their steps became extremely heavy, like an old man who has entered his twilight years.
The Japanese major who slowly put down his telescope already knew that this infantry squadron was finished. All their pride and fighting spirit had been defeated by the Chinese in this tough battle.
Even if they occupy the position, they have actually lost.
Zhang Shijun, who was a thousand meters away, also stayed up all night. Throughout the night, not only was the fighting on Position 1 continuous, the crazy Japanese army launched an attack on the entire defense line of Snowflake Mountain. It seemed that there was no night in Snowflake Mountain, and the blazing artillery fire had already begun.
Light up the entire Snowflake Mountain.
On this night, he not only lost the fifth company, but also lost four infantry companies. His 102nd Regiment had less than a thousand men.
In the telescope, the figure of the Japanese army appeared again in front of position No. 1, but there was no more gunfire, not even a single gunshot, in the fifth company position.
Tears rolled down the colonel's face, which was like steel poured from iron.
The defensive battle of Snowflake Mountain is over.
The blood of 1,530 Qin men under his command spilled on Snowflake Mountain.
"I order all positions to cover alternately and withdraw from the positions to Fulule Ridge. I will lead the 1st Battalion and 3rd Company, and the 2nd Battalion and 4th Company will cover the rear." Zhang Shijun took a deep breath and ordered decisively.
In the trench of the No. 1 position that he didn't see, there was a soldier lying in tattered clothes and covered with dark bandages. If he hadn't seen that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, anyone would have mistaken him for...
A corpse.
However, the "corpse" suddenly opened its eyes.
With difficulty, I stood up and looked down the mountain. I saw a longing figure a hundred meters away. Obviously, the Japanese army had launched an attack again. Moreover, they were about to attack.
"The bastard is here again." "Corpse" spat angrily, and then sighed heavily with regret: "What a pity! I have lost all my bullets, otherwise I could have killed at least one more person."
He lay back in the trench, took out a flare gun, and murmured: "Company Commander! Xigua is not a coward. Xigua will defend until the time you said."
After saying that, he touched the faces of the complete remains that he could find in a row of neatly placed places beside him. There were two traces of tears on his face that was as dark as ink, "It's just that I'm sorry, company commander! Looking for Xigua
I can’t see you! I can’t go with you!”
"Hey! It's so damn lonely to be alone! There's not even anyone to talk to. Company commander, please don't lie. Even the bullets you left for yourself were given to those stupid little devils. Brothers, watermelon
It's coming soon, please walk slowly and don't leave me alone."
After saying that, Xigua pulled the trigger of the signal gun towards the sky, and a red signal bomb shone brightly in the morning in the mountains.
Yes, since about three o'clock in the morning, there was actually only one soldier left in the entire mountaintop position, Xigua.
The few people the Japanese Army Major thought were actually the work of Xigua. He placed all the guns he could find in the trenches at the battle positions he could run to. He fired a shot at one battle position and immediately ran to the other.
Keep firing from the fighting position.
This move frightened the Japanese troops who had lost all their courage and thought that there were still at least six or seven Chinese holding on to the position. They did not dare to enter the trenches easily anymore. Every corpse in the trenches might turn into a corpse at any time.
bombs. They were even sure that the bodies they dropped in the trenches were far more than the Chinese.
Attacked again and again, and then was repelled again and again by the gunshots that kept ringing from the position. Who could have known that it was just a Chinese soldier? The last Chinese soldier?
At the fiercest moment of the battle, the lieutenant company commander who personally killed his own brother and seriously injured him carried the last explosive bag and together with the five Japanese invaders, turned into a rain of blood and melted into the position, fulfilling his promise.
He didn't let his brother go too far.
Zhang Shijun, who was about to turn away, suddenly stopped in his steps and looked at the red signal rising from the dead No. 1 position.
Position No. 1 is still there.
However, a great sadness came over me.
The red flare they fired means...
This meant that they requested artillery bombardment and that their positions should be bombarded indiscriminately. This was what he had discussed with the infantry company commander on each position before the war.
Only when it is believed that the position must be lost and the entire army will be exhausted, the red signal flare will be fired.
Although he had lost four infantry companies before, he managed to recover some of the wounded and the entire army was not completely wiped out.
But in Position No. 1, from the time when there were 148 people there until now, not a single person has evacuated!
The flares were slowly falling, and the huge pain tore through the Colonel's heart.
With his red eyes staring at the light of the flare, Zhang Shijun's stern roar spread throughout the headquarters: "Call the artillery battalion, fire, fire, fifty rounds without distinction."
"Boom boom boom~~~~~" Waves of gunpowder smoke rose up in this late autumn morning.
The figures of the Japanese infantry squad participating in the offensive were flying in the smoke over the No. 1 position that once belonged to China.
Also flying at the same time were the tears in the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division who were rapidly withdrawing from their positions.
To defend Snow Flower Mountain, there are only about 600 people left in the 102nd Regiment.
Most of them died in battle.
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PS: Sorry everyone, the update is late today. Today is Army Day. I don’t want to say anything else. The people’s heroes will live forever. By the way, I forgot about it at that time. Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket. Don’t give it up if the monthly ticket list is exposed.