"Boom! Boom!"

"Ah...my legs..."

"Don't show your head for now, just lower your head!"

At around 3 pm, the Japanese army launched a full-scale attack on the Third Division's position. Tanaka Shinichi ordered the 55th Regiment to attack the highland, while the 56th Regiment was responsible for the Chinese people on the edge of the woods on the left wing of the highland.

The two defense lines were bombarded by the Japanese at the same time. The Japanese in the 18th Division were vicious and vicious. Their infantry and artillery were playing together. The soldiers and their own artillery fire were less than 50 meters apart, and they still charged forward without fear.

The 55th Regiment pressed on a large squadron and rushed towards the 233 Highlands, and quickly approached the main position defense line while the soldiers of the Second Regiment were suppressed by artillery fire.

"Train the wounded behind, lower your body and don't show your head."

"The ammunition box is spread out, I don't know what to do? The Japanese cannonballs are all ruined!"

"Check weapons and equipment, the Japanese are about to come up, I'll cheer up!"

...

The Japanese artillery bombardment gradually became thinner, while Fan Xiangwu walked through various trenches, constantly commanding and arranging the frontier soldiers.

Because of the great loss on the artillery, the Second Regiment was almost suppressed and beaten to the point of being unable to lift its head. The continuous explosions around also made the soldiers frightened. Fan Xiangwu resolutely stayed on the front line to try to stabilize the morale of the soldiers.

"Deputy Commander! Go to the back, it's too dangerous here!" The first battalion commander said with great concern.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not afraid of anything you are afraid of. I'll restrain your soldiers. If something goes wrong, I'll ask you!"

Fan Xiangwu was majestic and did not look scared. The front line is now carrying huge pressure, and there must be a powerful officer to suppress the scene. As the deputy commander, how could he be afraid of death and retreat?

"call out……"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, the mortar battalion located on the backscene surface once again projected shells into the Japanese charge team. Some casualties occurred in the Japanese straggler line, but they were unaware of it and continued to charge forward desperately.

"The machine gunner fires, others are ready!"

Crazy... Countless heads suddenly appeared in the position that seemed empty, and the soldiers were lying in the trenches, staring at the front.

"Dang thump thump thump..."

The heavy machine gun fired first, and countless fire points suddenly burst out with blazing fire snakes, and suddenly dense bullets fired wildly at the yellowish figures.

Under the double blow of mortars and heavy machine guns, countless Japanese soldiers fell into pools of blood, and the other Japanese did not stop. They knew that these dozens of meters were the cruelest road to hell, and only by rushing through this section could they fight back against the enemy.

The two sides were less than 200 meters apart, and the Japanese began to set up grenade launchers and light machine guns, trying to destroy the firepower points of the Second Regiment.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers also raised their weapons and fired their guns. For a moment, the gunshots burst into pieces, and a dense barrage appeared in front of the entire position.

The explosion was shaking the earth, and there were many people who were killed by the bombs. The bullets fired from both sides came back and forth, blocking the space without a gap. The evil projectiles would take away fragile lives from time to time.

“150 meters…”

Fan Xiangwu looked serious, and the sound of bullets breaking through the air passed by his ears, but he was not afraid at all.

After estimating the distance for a little, Fan Xiangwu suddenly stood up with a Garland rifle and aimed the sight of a running Japanese soldier in his field of vision.

"bump!"

A distance of about a hundred meters was fleeting, and the 7.62 full power bullet instantly tore the Japanese's chest.

After dealing with him, Fan Xiangwu did not hesitate at all. He quickly pointed his gun at several other Japanese soldiers, and pulled his index finger to fire several shots.

"Touch! Touch! Touch…"

Garland's powerful firepower is not comparable to that of a bolt-type rifle. All eight bullets were fired in a few seconds, and Fan Xiangwu had several more Japanese souls in his hands.

"bite!"

The sound of the magazine popping up in the empty store of the magazine sounded, and he immediately squatted down, took out the new magazine quickly and pressed it in.

With a "click", before Fan Xiangwu's finger was removed, the bolt suddenly bounced back early, scaring him so much that he quickly let go of his right hand and almost stuck his thumb.

"Your grandma, do you want to eat meat again?" Fan Xiangwu cursed with lingering fear.

This is good for Garland, but it is easy to get stuck in your fingers. Unskilled people are often caught. At the very least, their nails are bleeding, and at the worst, their thumbs are bloody, and they are complained by the soldiers as monster guns that like to eat meat.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fan Xiangwu looked around. The Japanese charged very fiercely. Several machine gun fire points on the position were knocked off by their grenade launchers, and the casualties of the soldiers were also increasing.

The attacks of this group of enemies were very sharp. Unlike the Japanese I encountered in the past few times, their offensive formation was very particular. The soldiers almost did not make brainless rushes. They all used those grenade tubes as the core and advanced step by step towards the position.

Moreover, these Japanese devils have very strong resistance to pressure, and their companions' deaths seem to have nothing to do with them. They only have one purpose in their eyes, that is, to do everything possible to break through the fire blockade and get close to the enemy's position.

The two sides fought for less than half an hour. With the firepower of the two infantry battalions of the Second Regiment, one of the Japanese squadrons was almost completely lost, but another squadron rushed up again and continued to attack the main position in the same offensive manner.

Although they have a certain advantage, the soldiers are not at all relieved because they are too tired to fight.

The Japanese have a strong sense of oppression in the offensive, and the formation is very tacit, and they don’t give them a chance to breathe. Often, they have to put in a lot of energy and piles of ammunition to eliminate a small team.

Fan Xiangwu did not continue to raise his gun to shoot, but called a communications soldier and contacted the regiment headquarters: "Old Xing, can you hear it? The frontline ammunition is consumed a lot, so hurry up and send a batch of bullets!"

After a while, Xing Fuquan's reply came from the walkie-talkie: "Zi...Xi... Supply Company is already on the road, hold on for a while...Zi... Let the Japanese army invest more troops on the battlefield. The main force of their regiment is too far ahead. Our regiment and the artillery battalion of the first regiment are ready. We can have a meal of iron dumplings for the Japanese later."

Fan Xiangwu was excited and finally wanted to fight back? He quickly put down his walkie-talkie and stood up to find a battalion commander, and ordered him: "Let your brothers not fight so hard, put some water, and let the Japanese get closer."

"Ah? Why, Deputy Commander?" The first battalion commander widened his eyes and looked confused. Why are you polite to the Japanese?

"Ah, your grandma! This is an order, I will convey it to me immediately, and you will know later." Fan Xiangwu shouted sternly, he didn't want to explain more at this moment.
Chapter completed!