After a huge explosion, the Little Japanese artillery position and more than 130 Japanese soldiers disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The fiery explosion impacted the person who was unable to stand firmly. When Zhao Beishan and others saw the explosion, they jumped out. However, they still fell and suffered severe head injuries.
The brother who was in the water was still fine, but if he plunged into the water suddenly, he would be the safest.
Zhao Beishan had a big bump on his forehead. He complained: "Commander, why didn't you say something when you fired the cannon? You almost sent me away with you."
"Hahaha!"
Duanwu stood on the boat and laughed. He must have deliberately caused trouble there.
The soldiers were so angry that they lost their temper. Although they were hurt all over by the impact, they were still alive. But if the little devils were to hit the shells, they would be lucky to survive without even thinking about it.
The brothers in the water were also pulled out one by one. Although seven or eight people were sacrificed, the casualties were considered very small.
This is like pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth.
Only the lunatic Duanwu dared to pull them to do this, otherwise someone else would be scared to death let alone get into the belly of the little devil. Just think about it.
So sometimes, it's not that Zhao Beishan wants to admire Dragon Boat Festival, but that he can't do it without admiration.
Take today's battle as an example. If Duanwu hadn't captured the enemy's ship alone, they would have been attacked by the Japs from both sides and died in the port.
Of course, they were still not out of danger at this time, because Xie Jinyuan's people had not yet arrived.
Xie Jinyuan was in a hurry when he left and didn't take the radio station with him. Now he can't contact Zhao Beishan and others.
Xie Jinyuan looked at the artillery fire on Highland 103 in the distance, and his heart was filled with anger.
But they couldn't go back, so they could only move on and rush to the port to meet up with the Dragon Boat Festival.
Zhu Shengzhong asked: "There were at least two huge explosions in the direction of the dock. I don't know what happened to Tuan Zuo and the others. At that time, I wanted to say that it was simply unrealistic for Tuan Zuo to seize the ship with such a small number of people."
Xie Jinyuan said: "We cannot use common sense to predict Tuan Zuo. If we can all guess Tuan Zuo's thoughts, then there will be nothing to fear from the little devil in front of us.
Let’s not talk about the distance, let’s talk about the battle on Highland 103. Without the guidance of the regiment, we would all be trapped on the mountain at this time, let alone such a result.
Think about it, how many Japs we killed just now. Thirty-five trucks in total. I guess there must be at least more than 400 Japs.
And if the little Japs hadn't been too cautious, we could have eaten these four to five hundred Japs in one bite.
Moreover, this was a tactic he came up with before he even arrived at the regimental seat for a second. And this was even when he was not in command on the battlefield.
So if the regiment is able to take command here, the result of the battle will definitely not be like this."
"Sir, what he said is that with the wisdom of one hundred dragons, we will definitely be able to capture the Izumo."
Zhu Shengzhong agreed, and at this time Xie Jinyuan ordered again: "Everyone, walk faster, don't let Lao Tie and others die in vain on Highland 103."
Thinking of Lao Tie, Xie Jinyuan felt a little guilty.
He never regarded Lao Tie and the other deserters as soldiers. But now, at the most critical moment, it was this deserter who stood up and fended off the Japanese for them.
They are in awe! Then they cannot let the blood of heroes be shed in vain. They must get rid of the Japanese as soon as possible and join the group! ...
At the same time, the battle on Highland 103 continued.
Although Lao Tie, Yang Guai and others were still four people after several Japanese attacks, they did not allow the enemy to advance even half a step.
The Japs' artillery fire indeed flooded Highland 103. However, the tenacious Chinese soldiers survived by relying on the bomb shelter that could only accommodate one person. They also used grenades to force back the Japs who were planning to rush through the mountain pass.
The two squadrons of Japanese soldiers did not rush over. Moreover, the Japanese attack of the third squadron was also repelled by Lao Tie and Yangguai with their men.
Although they sacrificed more than 30 people, the Japanese died even more. Under the grenade offensive of Yangguai and Lao Tie, more than 40 corpses of the Japanese were left in the mountain pass.
On the frontal battlefield, more than sixty people were killed in a squadron of the Japs. This was more than the number of Japs killed in the Yamaguchi bombing.
Two mg34 general-purpose machine guns and six Type 92 heavy machine guns became the little devil’s nightmare.
As long as the little devils dare to charge, they will die as many as they come.
These eight heavy machine guns drove the little Japs five hundred meters away. If it hadn't been for the deep night and the difficulty of seeing clearly, these eight heavy machine guns could have driven the little Japs one kilometer away.
The commander of the Japs, Major Matsuda, was furious and ordered the artillery to continue a new round of shelling on Hill 103.
A heavy machine gunner and ammunition hand had no time to dodge and were hit by a cannonball fired by the Japs.
The person was blown away, and his body fell in front of Lao Tie.
The soldier's eyes were still staring. Lao Tie stretched out his hand and wiped it in front of the soldier's eyes.
"Brother, let's go!"
Lao Tie murmured, then slowly took his hand back, and the warrior closed his eyes.
Lao Tiewo returned to his shelter and asked Yangguai on the opposite side for a cigarette.
With his blood-covered hands, Yangguai touched his coat pocket and took out a deflated cigarette case.
I rummaged around inside for a long time and found a crumpled cigarette.
Cigarettes are the lifeblood of Yangguai. And there is only one cigarette left, which is the lifeblood of Yangguai.
But he still handed the cigarette to Lao Tie, but cursed in his mouth: "You are a coward, you are going to die, and you are robbing me of my cigarettes."
"Finally, let's feel comfortable for a while. I don't know if I can survive this time! Click on it."
It's not enough for the old man to get the cigarette, he has to let the sheep crutch light the cigarette.
Yangguai giggled and said, "You are so awesome, you even asked me to light a cigarette for you."
Lao Tie said proudly: "I am the captain!"
"You coward!"
Yangguai lit a cigarette for Lao Tie, and Lao Tie took a deep breath. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the bullet hole on his right chest.
This was caused by the Little Japanese Type 38 rifle.
Lao Tie's body was penetrated, along with Lao Tie's lungs.
After taking a puff of cigarette, he coughed violently, and there was blood foam at the corners of his mouth.
Lao Tie wiped it with his hand, looked at the blood on his hand, and actually smiled.
He threw the cigarette back to the sheep's crutch, jumped up suddenly...
"Old iron?"
Yangguai screamed, but Lao Tie didn't care.
He danced in the enemy's artillery fire and once again sang that last song - Dingjun Mountain:
"Xia Houyuan's martial arts are really good.
He can be considered a hero among generals.
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The three armies standing at the camp gate shouted,
Daerlang Tinggenmiao:
The head is open to the drum, and the war fan is made;
Two drums, tight shirt;
Three-way drum, knife unsheathed;
Four tongs and drums, fighting at the front.
Everyone who comes forward will be rewarded,
If you step back and take a stab at your neck,..."
"Bagaya road!"
When he heard the singing on the top of the mountain, Major Matsuda thought it was a provocation to the Japanese Empire.
He roared loudly: "All the artillery shells are gone, all attack! Attack!..."