Gao Yidao, who was sinister, looked through the bonfire on the Jaap Mountain Bundle, which was constantly beating with machine gun bullets, and saw the messy tents of the Japs reflected in it. He did not know the specific casualties of the Japs, but from the intensive firepower of the Ninth Company,

Suppression, and the fact that the Japs did not organize a decent counterattack showed that the Japs had been beaten and lost the chance to fight back.

There are not many opportunities to beat the drowned dog, so we can't wait any longer. The opportunity like this now is good enough, so we must guard against long nights and dreams.

In the dark night, the ground was muddy and there was no road at all. In order to prevent mistakes, dozens of soldiers from the second company were asked to tie ropes on their shoes to prevent slipping.

A squad of troops outflanked the enemy to the east. Although Gao Yidao didn't fight back with many people, he was very attentive. He didn't want to let go of the Japanese who might escape to the east. He arranged people in advance to block the Japanese cavalry who might be converted into infantry.

the way to go.

The footsteps of dozens of people running together finally became denser, and when mixed with the sound of machine gun fire, it was so obvious that the Japs on the dirtbags were a little weird.

"Everyone is ready." Gao Yidao's voice was still as shocking, powerful, high-pitched, and suddenly clear.

Amidst the clattering sound, the soldiers of the Second Company who rushed in the front row yanked the bolt of their guns, and when they pushed forward, they were almost fifty meters away from the Japanese position. Under the light of the fire on the hill, their gray-black figures appeared dark.

A big piece.

Captain Meng of the Qiu Feng guerrilla team led about thirty soldiers, with tattered household items piled on the ground. In the gap between the trajectories of the machine guns, he shouted loudly to embolden his courage, and also launched a charge towards the flaming earthbags.

The slope to the east of the soil bag was a blind spot for machine gun fire. Under the continuous fire of machine gun bullets, the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive looked at the two teams rushing over in surprise. In the open field more than fifty meters away to the north, a group of soldiers appeared instantly.

A gray wall of people running in rows, each holding a rifle with a bayonet hanging in front of the muzzle, shining brightly in the firelight.

In a dazed moment, the distance became about forty meters!

"beat."

Following Gao Yidao's order, a line of flames flashed out of thin air, and a row of bullets rushed out of the muzzle. The smoke behind them could not keep up with the bullets, but quickly became

The buckets were large and connected in a line, instantly forming a wall of gunpowder smoke. The gray military uniforms that followed the gunpowder smoke and then rushed through the gunpowder smoke were pulling the bolt, and their speed was slightly slower.

"bomb."

The sound is getting closer. Based on my feeling, the enemy should be able to hear the sound at about thirty meters, which is the best bomb-dropping distance!

Listening to the sound that seemed to come from hell, the Japs subconsciously pointed their guns at the gray military uniforms charging towards them and pulled the trigger. Due to the terrain, the Japs who could shoot to the north were not actually able to fire.

many.

There were several gaps in the human wall that rushed over, but there was still a human wall behind it. The human wall in front was holding a rifle, and the human wall behind was throwing grenades. Suddenly... the sound rushed into the sky, pulling

Pulling out strips of light green smoke, with occasional fire trails, they flew towards the Japs high ground and the east, flying over arrogantly, and after reaching the highest point, they began to slowly descend.

During this gap, a second wave of bullets rained down from the human wall in the front row. The dense crowd of Japs kept hearing miserable howls. The howls were much denser than those hit by machine gun bullets. The Japs' counterattacks made the wall wall.

A few more gaps have been added.

On the soil bun, a group of Japs suddenly set off a stream of fire. The smoke, the body of the Japs, or just a part of the body, mixed with the bloody soil, scattered in all directions, and in just two seconds, they were all mixed together.

The loud noises of more than thirty explosions, and the sky full of blood mist and gunpowder smoke, blocked the sight of all the soldiers of the Second Company.

The second wave of grenades is flying freely in the sky. They just want to get into the great achievements of their predecessors and catch a wave of autumn wind. Finally they meet with their predecessors. The second wave of explosive blood mist finally forms again. The flying grenades in the sky do not stop.

The footsteps came one after another, and the sound of explosions hit the ears continuously, causing even the eardrums to feel swollen and painful.

The mountaintop exploded into a piece, and there was a continuous sound of explosions, covering the sky with a bloody smell.

Within twenty seconds, wherever the Japs made any movement, they only received two rows of bullets and nearly two hundred grenades.

"Go ahead."

Thousands of shouts of killing resounded through the night sky.

There is smoke ahead, where should we go?

The bright bayonets dazzled under the firelight, forming a bright line from east to west, carrying a chilling and cold light, advancing rapidly to the east of the mound, and soon they would push towards the position filled with gunpowder smoke everywhere.

The heavy machine guns in the distance stopped howling.

Before the men of the Qiufeng Guerrilla Brigade could reach the soil bunker, all the soldiers of the Second Company rushed into the smoke.

Some Japanese who were lying around the earthbags, using the corpses of war horses to cover up the lucky ones who survived, fired desperately at the soldiers of the Second Company who were charging in the smoke. Twenty or thirty 44-horse rifles were ringing, and the fire was shining.

The smoke after the explosion darkened somewhat, and the two sides were almost ten or twenty meters apart.

The target could not be seen clearly, there was smoke and dust everywhere, and in the sky above where there was the sound of rifles and gunfire, several grenades were flying towards the Japanese. The soldiers of the second company in front rushed and cursed: "What the hell are you throwing around?"

Did you see the charge going on? If you want to blow yourself up, can't you throw it into your crotch?"

Roar, roar, the soldier who was charging at the Japanese hiding next to the corpse of the war horse quickly jumped forward, and slid all the way to the ground like a dog chewing shit.

The Japanese cavalry captain held on to his command knife and struggled to sit up, trying to stand up. He didn't know how many bullets had passed through his body. Now he doesn't feel any pain at all. He just feels that he can't exert strength below his chest.

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Smoke of gunfire came from the east, and thundering roars of killing came from the north. In the smoke of gunpowder that filled the sky, he could not see anything. He could feel that the enemy was charging towards him, and was constantly approaching.

The familiar sound of the 44 carbine continued to decrease. The lieutenant squadron leader was still trying to stand up and give orders loudly, but he couldn't feel the sound coming out of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked

My body, I originally thought it was just a leg injury, but what I saw was that I was empty from the chest down, but there were still some internal organs attached.

At this moment, the captain of the Japanese Lieutenant was reminded of the loach in his hometown in Hokkaido: the loach that had its internal organs removed was still jumping around in the pot.

Suddenly, a ray of cold light flashed out from the north through the gunpowder smoke. The bayonet in front of the gun muzzled fiercely towards the captain. Behind the rifle was a young man with childishness. He looked absolutely the same.

The ten-year-old boy, probably frightened by the scene in front of him, turned around and disappeared like a ghost. He ran as fiercely as a wolf towards the east where the shouts of killing were heard.

The cold light of the bayonet, the color of blood in the air, the sporadic gunshots, the screams of war horses, the smoke of gunpowder, the excitement of killing, the noisy voices, and the tearing of things gradually faded away from the lieutenant's consciousness and fell into darkness.
Chapter completed!