At this time... in a dense forest southwest of Nantianmen, a team of more than 2,000 people was quietly hiding here.

They arrived here since noon yesterday and stayed in this humid and stuffy forest all day, with the food, drink, defecation and urination of two thousand people here.

In addition to enduring the bites of mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, they also have to endure the torture of time, but everyone still gritted their teeth and persevered, because everyone knew that they were the key to the decisive victory of this battle.

Meng Fanli boredly holding a weed and looked at the watch on his wrist. At 4:15, this shows that the artillery fire at the Nantian Gate had been firing for more than an hour.

"Okay, don't look at me, brothers, let's sleep for a while. It seems that there is no chance tonight."

As he said that, Meng Fan hugged his head and went to the ground, preparing to glare for a while. Anyway, according to the original plan, they would only attack the reverse slope the next day. As for the specific time, they could only wait for the order of the group seat.

It's so bad. I don't know what the battle was like on the front battlefield. How casualties are Chen Jize and the others. If you die, don't really die.

"Lao Meng!Lao Meng!"

Just as Meng Fan was thinking about it, Xing Fuquan ran to him panting.

"The commander just heard the news that we should launch an attack now!"

"Are you sure!?"

Xing Fuquan said angrily: "I'm not sure I can be so excited?"

After hearing this, Meng Fu rubbed his hands and ordered to the left and right: "Contact the investigation team in front immediately and let them report the situation. All the troops immediately check their equipment and cheer up. It's time for us to go on stage!"

"clear!"

The order was issued, and the soldiers of the first and second battalions took action quickly. In order to always pay attention to the Japanese situation, Meng Fanle specially arranged two squads to conduct reconnaissance and alert 2 kilometers in front of them.

The frontal defense line was so fierce that the Japanese army had already set all their attention there.

Several troops in Takeuchi suffered heavy casualties, so he had to invest the reserve forces behind him on the front battlefield, while the garrison left on the back slope had only two full squadrons and the remnants of the Fifth Battalion, which were almost wiped out.

Originally, there were nearly 2,000 people in this area, but after being beaten by Long Wenhua yesterday, he added the American napalm bombs to the surface, and the backscene was full of devastation.

...

On the position, a Japanese soldier standing guard leaned quietly on the sandbag and looked into the distance. Sweat kept sliding down his head, not because of the severe heat, but because of the pain of the wound on his arm.

"Climbing a tree, your injury is okay?"

Behind him, an officer with the appearance of a major came, staring at his gauze-wrapped arm and asked with concern.

"Hey! Squadron Captain, my injury is fine and it will not affect the next battle."

He quickly stood up and agreed, even if it hurts, he would have to salute the right hand burned by the gasoline bomb.

He watched with his own eyes the squadron leader killed two injured comrades with a pistol. He was unable to pick up the gun and continue fighting because the two were too seriously injured. Instead of keeping them to drag others down, it would be better to let them end the pain as soon as possible. Anyway, there was no medicine to treat them, and there was no extra man to take care of them.

The squadron leader nodded with satisfaction and said nothing more and turned around and left. He still had to continue patrolling the troops' situation.

The Japanese were just as cruel to their own people when they got crazy. Among the more than 700 soldiers left on this backscene, there were many minor wounded people, but there were no concepts of minor wounded people or serious wounded people in the Takeuchi corps today. There were only soldiers who could fight and could not fight.

Seeing that the squadron leader had left, he breathed a sigh of relief after climbing the tree. He turned around and looked at the other side of the mountain where artillery fire was roaring. He heard that the front line was fighting fiercely, and they might be transferred there in a while.

Does he still have the chance to meet his parents in his hometown alive? When he thought of this, his heart was filled with sadness, and two tears flowed unconsciously.

At this moment, a team of Japanese soldiers suddenly emerged from the forest not far away. They walked towards the position with guns on their backs.

"Nani? Who are you?" Shangshu quickly wiped away the tears from his face and asked him vigilantly.

"I am a patrol team! (We are from the patrol team)" the group of Japanese soldiers immediately replied.

The patrol team? It seemed that no patrol team walked over from him, and the other party's accent was a bit strange. He asked again when he climbed the tree and said, "You are from that unit? Command!"

The vanguard "Japanese soldier" looked at him. When the regiment commander taught Japanese, he remembered this sentence himself. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't deceive the Japanese. He could only lower his head and walked forward quickly.

"Baga! Stop!" Shangshu immediately raised his rifle, and his shouting attracted the attention of more Japanese nearby.

"Bang!"

The vanguard soldier made a quick decision and pulled out his pistol and shot him up the tree. This was like a signal. The soldiers behind him immediately threw out the grenade that had long been locked in his hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Kill in!"

The group of Sichuan Army soldiers disguised as Japanese soldiers rushed into the trenches with lightning speed and used their weapons to shoot ruthlessly at the Japanese who had reacted.

"The machine gun is installed, and I'll greet you with a grenade!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

The machine gunner quickly set up the mg3 and frantically suppressed the Japanese in front of him. The soldiers threw away all the grenades on their bodies and cleared the Japanese in the corner of the position as quickly as possible.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

"Enemy attack!"

The squadron leader's shrill shouts sounded in the chaos, and many Japanese soldiers realized this, but it was too late! There were countless Chinese soldiers suddenly appearing in the woods diagonally in front of them.

"Run!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

"Boom boom boom!"

The murderous Dichuan Legion soldiers shouted and charged forward. The mortars in the rear began to support them, and the shells exploded in the back of the Japanese positions, suppressing their already late counterattack.

More and more soldiers rushed into the open gap, and the squadron leader was also bombarded into pieces under the bombardment of shells. The Japanese could no longer stop the first battalion's raid!

...

In the command of the Japanese main fortress, Takeuchi was looking at the war damage reports submitted by the officers of each department with a sad face. It was hard to imagine that the Chinese people's combat effectiveness was so tenacious.

Alas... Takeuchi rubbed his temples with a headache. He didn't close his eyes all night. The frontline reports kept coming to him, all with a series of striking casualties.

After nearly a night of fighting, he was unable to enter the opponent's position under such a crazy attack by his army. Instead, he lost countless troops on his side.

Although the Chinese people on the other side are not having a good time, they are conservatively estimated that they have more than 2,000 combat losses now, but such combat losses are far from his earliest expectations.

"Captain! Not good!"

At this time, Chief of Staff Yoshino ran in from outside the door in panic. Because he was too anxious, he tripped by the box under his feet and almost fell to eat shit.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Takeuchi asked hurriedly with a frown.

In his impression, Yoshino, who had always been calm, had never been so rude, and the latter's reaction suddenly made him feel a bad premonition.

"A Chinese army suddenly appeared on the back slope, and they have occupied the first line of defense!"

"Nani!!!"
Chapter completed!