Chapter 305 The Battle of the Ancient Mountains (7)
"Zhan Datong..." Zhou Shiyu had to raise his voice again.
The fierce and continuous bombardment by the Japanese army has caused hearing problems to everyone in the daredevil company, and even ordinary conversations have to be shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Company Commander, Platoon Commander Zhan died." The voice of the soldier sitting at the end of the platoon came from outside.
Zhou Shiyu clearly saw him shouting with his mouth open, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan.
"Sacrificed?" Zhou Shiyu closed his eyes in pain.
Yes, he remembered. At the height of the fighting half an hour ago, the Japanese troops had already rushed to a position less than thirty meters away from the position. He saw the only remaining MG42 heavy machine gun shooter in the platoon being hit by the Japanese heavy machine gun.
, Zhan Datong resolutely rushed over, took the machine gun, and fired nearly a hundred rounds of bullets to repel the Japanese invaders. However, he was also shot by the Japanese invaders hiding behind the machine gun. Seven or eight consecutive rounds of bullets from the Type 92 heavy machine gun almost killed him.
A hole as big as a bowl was punched in his chest.
Without even saying a word, the veteran who had been with him for at least three years fell to the ground and died.
"Second Platoon Commander..." Zhou Shiyu just finished shouting and then closed his mouth.
The second platoon leader also died. Because of his accurate marksmanship, he killed seven or eight Japanese soldiers in a row.
The second platoon leader, who was 1.4 meters tall and had two calves and one arm blown off, didn't want to drag down his brothers. He picked up a military thorn with his only hand and inserted it straight into his heart.
Zhou Shiyu stopped shouting, and tears flowed uncontrollably down the corners of his tightly closed eyes.
How could he not be sad? Three of his four infantry platoon leaders had been killed in the battle, and the only one was still lying in the deepest tunnel with serious injuries and was unconscious. The sixteen brothers who followed him as deserters and entered the death-defying company have already
Ten were killed in the battle. Of the nearly 200 soldiers who were deceived into the death company by various methods, less than half can now breathe, and only a quarter can still move.
"Company commander, there is no observation post. All the brothers are here. There is not even a hiding place on the position. If you let the brothers go up, you can only feed the little devil's cannon." Cannon platoon leader Minato.
Come over and shout in Zhou Shiyu’s ear.
"Old Zhang, tell me, do the brothers blame me? Blame me for taking them on this road of no return?" Zhou Shiyu looked back at the few dozen remaining soldiers of the death-defying company, and the muscles on his face twitched again.
twitch.
Without the observation post, he only has 56 subordinates, which is not enough for 60 people.
"Company commander, no one will blame you. The brothers all walked bravely and there was not a single weakling." The gun platoon leader shook his head.
"But, I, Zhou Shiyu, let all my brothers die for my own selfishness. They all died. It hurts my heart!" Zhou Shiyu closed his eyes in pain.
"No, company commander, let's not talk about our sixteen brothers. Instead of shooting us, we were given meritorious service for being deserters. Now we finally no longer need to wear the label of deserters. We are brothers who have been bandits and robbers.
, they won’t blame you. Today we all died in battle here, and our sons or grandsons will erect a monument for us here, and it will be written on it: The Independent Regiment of the Second Division of the National Revolutionary Army dared to die even for the country, and died for the country.
Ah! We guilty people can be satisfied with such a reward after death. What's more, the group also said that everyone who died in the war will receive a subsidy of 200 oceans to give to his parents, wife and children.
"You earn so much money, what else are we dissatisfied with?" The gun platoon leader showed a smile on his face and shouted to the remaining soldiers: "Isn't that right, brothers?"
"Yes." The soldiers responded with laughter.
It is a rare pleasure to see the always strict company commander shed tears.
"Haha, that's me being hypocritical." Zhou Shiyu picked up his sleeve and wiped it on his face a few times, and Zhou Shiyu also laughed. "Since brothers are not afraid, let's fight with those stupid little devils!"
"Lao Zhang, how many shells and explosive packs do we have now?" Zhou Shiyu asked.
"There are still more than a hundred shells left, more than half of the explosive packets have been thrown out, and there are still five or six left."
"Then I'll fight them all out later. There's no need to stay any longer. It's almost dark. I guess the little Japs are going to be desperate. Whether they can hold out until dark depends on this wave." Zhou Shi
Yu said resolutely.
"Yes." The gun platoon leader agreed simply.
If he is attacked by a Jaap, I am afraid that the six small cannons in his hand will never have a chance to fire again, and he will have no choice but to survive at this time.
"Company commander, the regiment called and asked if we can hold on. If we really can't hold on, he will support us with artillery fire and let us retreat from the valley at night." The company commander hurried over with a piece of paper.
Report to Zhou Shiyu.
Because of the distance, there were no telephone calls on the ancient mountain, but one of the only two radio stations in the group was placed in the death-defying company.
Throughout the afternoon, Liu Lang had sent more than ten telegrams asking about the situation in Gushan.
"Retreat! It's already impossible. The little Japs hate us to the core. How can they let us go in the valley? I'm afraid we've been dumped before we even reach the bottom of the valley, which will in turn affect the brothers who came to rescue us."
Zhou Shiyu shook his head and said with a stern face: "Call back to the regiment. All the officers and soldiers of the death-defying company are determined to serve the country with death, but there is one person who will never let the bandits set foot on the top of the ancient mountain. Also, please ask the artillery company to be there."
At the most critical moment, my death company will provide artillery support to the designated area."
Luo Wenyu Independent Regiment Headquarters.
Liu Lang's eyes were moist as he took Zhou Shiyu's call back.
A lone army faced two brigades of nearly 2,000 Japanese besieged for a whole day, with a casualty rate of up to 70%. If it had been any other national army, it would have collapsed long ago, but the death-defying company still held on.
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Moreover, their request is only to have the artillery company shell the designated area at the most critical moment. It is hardly a request for support, but like the hero in a movie about the future republic, holding a walkie-talkie and yelling:
"Shoot me, shoot me."
In fact, it is true. Cannons do not have eyes, and there is no laser guidance in this era, which can accurately measure the accuracy of the artillery to within a few meters. Almost all cannons rely on probability to kill, and an error of several dozen meters is considered accurate.
Yes, although the designated area is 100 meters outside the position, it is almost the same as blowing yourself up.
Even Zhao Ergou, who has always been so confident that he almost went to heaven, shook his head like a rattle after seeing Zhou Shiyu's call back. He didn't have the confidence to make every cannonball have eyes. If it was because of his row of cannonballs,
If he goes down and sends his comrades to death, he will live in the shadow of accidentally injuring his comrades for the rest of his life.
"This is an order. As soon as I give the order to fire, your two Bofors mountain cannons and the ten Japanese mountain cannons will be fired with all their strength." Liu Lang looked at the ancient mountains in the distance shrouded in firelight, his face as iron as stone.
No one is willing to slaughter his comrades, even Liu Lang knows that when the Death Company soldiers type out the words "Artillery Support", there will never be more than five fingers of Death Company officers and soldiers left alive on the Gushan position. But Liu Lang must.
He did this because only in that way could he find enough burial objects for these officers and soldiers who died in battle and sacrificed their lives for the country.
The lives of all the Japanese invaders on the ancient mountain were used.