Chapter 1522 Battle at Xinkou (6)

When the blocking position of the 1st Regiment of the South Teaching Brigade in Yuanping Village was heavily attacked by the Japanese army, the front line in Xiaogang Village was also crumbling under the fierce Japanese offensive.

The Japanese army has lost all its artillery. On the entire plain north of Xinkou, fires are still burning at Pingdiquan and Tanglingang, the commanding heights used by the Japanese army to control the battle. The Japanese commanders in the encirclement are worried that the Chinese army will destroy the artillery.

They sent them to Xiaogang Village to suppress the Japanese troops on the plains, so they made a desperate move and mobilized a brigade from each front to attack Xiaogang Village and try to create a gap.

A group of Japanese generals were like frightened birds. They no longer planned to follow Tojo Hideki's order to "stand still and wait for reinforcements." They urgently needed to fight out and retreat to the north of Yuanping County to regroup. Now they are spreading in all directions at the same time, with no rear to rely on.

The battle made them feel guilty for the first time. Therefore, Xiaogang Village, which has an advantageous terrain, became the focus of the Japanese army.

Fortunately, after continuous battles, the recruits of the Third Regiment and Seventh Battalion have grown up rapidly. Under the leadership of battalion commander Tang Wen, they bravely resisted the Japanese attack.

"Pah——"

The head of a Japanese sergeant exploded and his eyes burst out of their sockets. The expression on his face seemed to be anger, but more of it seemed relief.

"Kill another one!"

Zou Jie silently calculated in his mind that this was already the ninth Japanese soldier he had killed. He felt an unspeakable sense of satisfaction in his heart, and then continued to use the scope to find the next target.

Zou Jie is the sniper of his squad. Each squad of the Anjia Army will be assigned a soldier with good marksmanship. They not only need to kill the enemy's snipers, but also need to identify possible ambush locations of the enemy while the troops are marching.

Places where enemy snipers may hide to ensure the safety of your troops.

No matter how a new class of veterans is matched, there is one position that will not change, and that is the sniper with rich combat experience.

Under the sharp defense of the Seventh Battalion, another wave of Japanese attacks was repelled.

Just when Zou Jie secretly rejoiced that he once again became a successful person alive, Colonel Junji Ogawa, the captain of the 216th Regiment of the 34th Division of the Japanese Army, who was responsible for opening up the retreat, went crazy.

Although all the light and heavy artillery were lost, the Japanese still had mobile mortars and grenade launchers that could be used. Coupled with the morale that seemed to never fade, Junji Ogawa could not believe that the troops under his command could not break through.

The number of people was obviously smaller than the defense of our own squadron, so an order was issued for a full-scale attack.

The Japanese who were poisoned by the spirit of bushido in this era seemed not to know that they only had one life. They despised the lives of their enemies and their own lives. In their eyes, death was not terrible. The honor of the empire, the emperor, and the army was

That's the most important thing. After you die, you can enter the prison, be worshiped by people, be worshiped by people, and win glory for your family. Even if you die in a foreign country, as long as you are not too unlucky and lose your head, Almighty and Merciful

Amaterasu will bring their souls back to their hometown and send them to heaven. So, stimulated by such thinking, little Japan squandered their own and other people's lives extravagantly.

Junji Ogawa commanded his soldiers and launched attacks on the positions of the 3rd Regiment and 7th Battalion again and again.

There were fewer and fewer comrades around Zou Jie, but more and more Japs were trying to kill him. Seeing that he could no longer kill all the enemies with a rifle, Zou Jie simply threw away his favorite sniper rifle and picked up the one beside him.

The Maxim heavy machine gun lost its owner. A soldier took the initiative to move closer and acted as a secondary shooter. The Maxim heavy machine gun poured angry bullets at the Japanese soldiers.

A melon grenade fired from a grenade exploded next to Zou Jie, and most of the unnamed deputy shooter's head was cut off.

"Someone come on! I need a secondary shooter!"

Zou Jie roared loudly. At this time, he had no extra time to think about the dead. He just wanted to kill the enemy and reduce the pressure on the entire front.

The heavy machine gun rang again, and in less than ten minutes, Zou Jie's assistant shooters were replaced by three, but his pseudo-machine gunner miraculously survived.

Zou Jie kept moving within the position, but as soon as his machine gun fired, the melon grenade fired from the grenade would explode next to him. He didn't know how long he could survive. In front of the position, there were men in khaki military uniforms.

The Japanese soldiers gathered more and more.

Zou Jie changed machine gun positions more frequently, so his assistant shooter did not die again and waited until reinforcements arrived. Zou Jie was not excited or said anything, and just fell into the arms of his unknown comrade and fell into a deep sleep -

—He is really too tired, mentally and physically exhausted!

Lieutenant Colonel Pan Hua'an, commander of the second regiment of the teaching brigade, finally arrived at the most critical moment of the position! More than fifty officers at the forefront lined up, and the general-purpose machine guns in their hands fired wildly, forming more than fifty tongues of flame.

A dense barrage, like a wave of yellow people, was forced back.

The sudden fierce firepower did not make the Japanese troops retreat much. The Japanese soldiers who followed fell down on the spot and fought back fiercely!

Soldiers on both sides fired wildly at each other from a distance of more than fifty meters. Countless dark red bullet marks pierced the night. Thousands of corpses gushing blood lay scattered on the front line of the trench.

Several wounded Japanese soldiers covered their intestines that flowed out of their abdomens cut by shrapnel, wailing in pain. No one could help them in this battle line where bullets were flying. There was only a tragic ending waiting for them.

It is death!

Seeing that his own soldiers were about to rush into the trenches, Colonel Junji Ogawa angrily directed the machine gun brigade to intercept and fire at the newly rushing Chinese reinforcements.

Twenty-four Type 92 heavy machine guns spit out flames like twenty-four efficient combine harvesters, harvesting blood and lives crazily.

"Brothers, charge!"

Amid Pan Huaan's roar, more than a thousand officers and soldiers rushed towards the trenches despite a hail of bullets. Amidst a series of screams, officers and soldiers fell one after another on the charge route.

The body of a veteran who had participated in the Jidong battle suddenly trembled. His body was shot with bloody arrows and he collapsed amidst the screams. He struggled to turn over and crawled towards the nearby trench, leaving a five-meter trail behind him.

A six-meter-long blood ribbon.

No one noticed that this fragile life was stubbornly fighting against death! Gradually, the fingers that were bruised and bruised by the sand and stones hung down weakly. The veteran's helpless eyes stared at his companions rushing past him one by one.

After that, one by one they jumped into the trench that represents life.

Amidst a violent cough, large mouthfuls of blood clots spurted out. With the desire for life, the veteran's eyes slowly closed, and two lines of bloody tears fell quietly.

Under the protection of the guards, Pan Huaan rushed into a trench filled with corpses and human body fragments without any injuries. On the short 100-meter charge route behind, there were nearly a hundred corpses of officers and soldiers scattered!

Carefully avoiding a head, Pan Huaan crouched, lowered his head and stepped on the bloody cement, and walked behind a noncommissioned officer who was cursing and inspecting a general-purpose machine gun: "Where is your battalion commander?"

Without raising his head, the noncommissioned officer pointed to the place where corpses were piled high and spitting machine gun fire: "Well, isn't that right?"

Glancing sadly at the piles of corpses, Pan Huaan turned around and asked, "How many people are left in your camp?"

The noncommissioned officer who was annoyed that he couldn't repair the universal machine gun in his hand suddenly said: "Who are you? Didn't you see that I was repairing the gun?"

The sergeant's impatient tone irritated the guard at the side. He glared and was about to get angry, but Pan Huaan stopped him with a wave of his hand.

The soldier who didn't hear the answer raised his head and stared. He lowered his head and immediately raised it again, "Ah! Are you... Captain Pan of the Second Regiment of the Teaching Brigade? I heard you give a lecture!" The soldier panicked.

The ground will stand up.

Holding the sergeant's shoulder, Pan Huaan was about to ask again. The sergeant immediately said: "Captain Pan, I don't know how many of us are left. We are fighting the Japanese right now. We have to wait until the fighting stops to get an accurate picture."

Numbers!”

Pan Huaan called soldiers who specialized in repairing firearms to help with the repairs, and then wanted to climb out of the trench to see the situation on both sides of the trenches. The guard, whose expression changed greatly, grabbed him and said anxiously: "Captain, you can't go up, it's dangerous!"

Just as he finished speaking, a melon grenade whizzed past the trench and exploded with a "boom" on the rear position, sending shrapnel spinning and flying in the dust.

At this time, bullets of various calibers were flying in the air at high speeds along the entire front, and melon grenades thrown from the projectile tubes hit the sides or inside of the trenches like hail.

"Fixed!"

Amid the cheers of the soldier, the general-purpose machine gun roared cheerfully again, and strings of bullets formed dark red bullet marks in the night, pounced on the Japanese soldiers lying in front of the position and fighting back.

With a wink at the guard, Pan Huaan took the initiative to open the ammunition box stained with black blood and white brains, and worked hard with the guard to press bullets into the empty magazine.

The depressed Colonel Junji Ogawa discovered that the firepower in the trenches on the hill opposite had been significantly strengthened. Although his own light and heavy machine guns were supported by grenade launchers, they were no more than a draw with the opponent.

The battle situation returned to a life-for-life situation. The light and heavy machine gunners of the Chinese and Japanese sides quickly exchanged lives. Every breath, several tongues of fire disappeared. After a breath, as the sub-gunners took over, the tongues of fire spewed out again.

As for the rifle fire, the Japanese army could not gain the upper hand at this time. The officers and soldiers of the training regiment brought by Pan Huaan were all veterans of the Anjia Army. Their marksmanship was amazing and was not inferior to the Japanese army.

A Japanese bomb supplyer was about to load a melon grenade into a grenade. There was a "pop" gunshot.

On the side, the melon grenade that had been struck hard fell from his hand.

"No!"

Amidst the horrified screams of the grenadiers, the melon grenade exploded. In the smoke, the grenade flew into the air. The grenadier at the center of the explosion had bloody eyeballs hanging from the corners of his eyes, and half of his face was already dead.

The flesh and blood were cut to pieces by sharp shrapnel, and blood arrows spurted out from dozens of blood holes.

Three other groups of grenade launchers within a radius of ten meters were also affected, and four grenadiers fell in a pool of blood and howled desperately.

At this time, the sky in the east has turned white, and the battle situation in Xinkou has undergone a huge change:

On the western front, the 17th Division of the Anjia Army has broken through the Japanese defense line in Yongxing Village and advanced towards Huaihua Village, the heart of the Japanese army; on the southern front, the left-wing army and the central army camped step by step, crossing the Yunzhong River, squeezing the survival of the Japanese army.

Space; on the eastern front, Liu Maoen's group held fast to the front, and the Japanese army on the right bank of the Hutuo River was unable to attack. Some generals had the intention of retreating, and quickly retreated while the right bank of the Hutuo River was still under control.

On the northern line, after solving the enemy in Yuanping, the New Fifth Division built fortifications overnight along the railway line to resist the Japanese troops advancing from the north and south. The New Sixth Division and the armored group had replenished fuel and ammunition and were about to enter the main battlefield. The Japanese army collapsed.
Chapter completed!