Gong Xinliang held a broadsword in his hand and dodged the Japs' bayonet with his body. Then he swung the broadsword, knocked down the Japs on the head, and then pounced on another Japs again.
The position of Gong Xinliang's battalion was full of soldiers and Japanese soldiers engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The two sides were mixed together. There was me among you and you among me. It was impossible to tell the difference between the two.
The corpses on the ground were piled up like a mountain, and the soil was soaked with blood. If you grab a handful of soil and squeeze it hard, a lot of blood will come out.
Gong Xinliang already had more than a dozen scars on his body, one of which dragged from his left cheek to his chin. It was frighteningly bloody. But he just grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it, then went into battle again with a big knife.
The fierce battle continues, and both sides have forgotten life and death, only knowing to kill the people wearing different clothes in front of them. This is the only belief.
The soldiers and the Japs fell together. Although there were far fewer soldiers than the Japs, they could not withstand the large number of Japs. Their fueling tactics gave Gong Xinliang and the others no time to rest.
Such a high-intensity fierce battle without any rest time was unbearable even for hard-hitting people. Gong Xinliang and the others' physical strength declined rapidly, and they are now walking a little staggeringly.
But even so, as soon as the shadow of the Japanese appeared, each soldier seemed to have taken stimulants and rushed forward like crazy, each one more fierce than the other.
Gong Xinliang sometimes thinks that this may be the power of the spirit.
The Japs' attack lasted for more than ten minutes, two-thirds of which were hand-to-hand combat. Finally, the Japs couldn't stand it anymore and retreated hastily.
The soldiers pursued him for a few steps, and then retreated under Gong Xinliang's order. They still had a lot of things to do, and there was no time to rest at all.
Some people were busy reinforcing their positions, while others were collecting the enemy's weapons and ammunition in case of emergencies.
Although they brought enough ammunition this time, the battle was too fierce and less than one-tenth of the ammunition in their hands had been consumed. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before they were all used up.
Standing in the trench of the position, Gong Xinliang panted while holding a telescope to observe the Japanese situation around the position.
Now they were surrounded by the Japanese. The Japanese horse dung was everywhere, and the Japanese bayonets were shining brightly everywhere. Especially in the direction down the mountain behind them, the Japanese troops were densely packed, all over the mountains and fields. There were at least one regiment of people.
By now, Gong Xinliang also understood that they were basically in a desperate situation. Surrounded by so many troops, it was basically impossible to escape unless they could fly.
Of course, Gong Xinliang did not intend to retreat. After giving up the only opportunity to retreat, he already had the mentality of coexisting with the position. This was the grave of the Japanese and would be their last.
After walking around the entire position, Gong Xinliang found a place to sit down. When he sat down, he felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart. He didn't want to move, and even breathing felt tired.
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At this moment, a soldier ran over, came to him, and said cautiously, "Batalion Commander, I seized this from the Japanese. You can try it." As he spoke, he handed a pack of cigarettes to Gong Xinliang.
Looking at the pack of Camel cigarettes, Gong Xinliang smiled. Instead of taking out his better cigarettes, he took the pack of cigarettes from the soldier's hand, pulled out one from it, and threw away the rest.
He returned it to the soldier and said, "Go and share these cigarettes with everyone."
Just as the soldier was about to leave, Gong Xinliang seemed to remember something. He called out to the soldier again. Under the puzzled gaze of the soldier, he took out his cigarettes from his backpack and threw them to the soldier. ""These are also divided together," he said.
Give it to them.
The soldier was a little silly holding the cigarette, "That's strange, battalion commander, do you have cigarettes?"
"If you have cigarettes, I can't smoke yours. I like these Camel ones." Gong Xinliang gave him an angry look, and then cursed, "Go quickly, the Japanese will attack soon."
The soldier responded and hurriedly ran down and distributed the cigarettes to the soldiers. Of course, it was not enough for one person, but one for several people was still enough.
The soldiers got the cigarettes, lit them against the flames burning on the battlefield, and then started smoking them one after another.
Gong Xinliang leaned against the trench wall, smoking a cigarette, but thinking about things in his mind.
"It seems that I can't go back this time. How is my father's health? Are the cows at home still working?" Gong Xinliang's mind was full of thoughts, all of which were the shadows of his family. "Is my mother getting old again?"
How can I not grow old after working so hard? I can’t help the two of them."
He took out a picture from his coat pocket and Gong Xinliang looked at it. It showed a beautiful and dignified young woman holding a child in her arms.
He reached out and gently wiped off the dirt on his palms, and then carefully raised the photo in front of him. He looked at it with great concentration, and a happy smile appeared on his face as he looked at it.
At this time, a soldier shouted, "Batalion Commander, the Japanese are coming."
After hearing what the soldier said, Gong Xinliang hurriedly put the photo into his pocket, then grabbed the gun beside him, threw himself on the trench and looked outside.
This time it seemed that more Japs came up, launching attacks from the second line of defense and from behind at the same time. At least one squadron of Japs came towards the position along the hillside.
"Get ready to fight!" Gong Xinliang roared, then completely drove out the memories just now, and focused on staring at the Japanese who were getting closer and closer.
After the fierce battle just now, the number of people in the first battalion is only half of the original number, and most of them are injured. However, these people have experienced the baptism of bloody battles, as if they have been reborn, and they have a murderous aura that is breathtaking.
They all dare not face it.
Moreover, these people now looked at the Japanese without any panic, as if they were looking at the beef noodles being served, as calmly as they did.
"Be careful to save ammunition and wait until the Japanese are close before attacking." Gong Xinliang lay down on the trench and shouted at the top of his neck to remind the soldiers.
No one said anything, all their attention was on the Japanese.
The Japanese were getting closer and closer, and each one was careful and tried to choose a route that was easy to hide. It was obvious that these were veterans with rich combat experience.
"This kind of team is the hardest to deal with." Gong Xin thought in his heart, but he didn't have the slightest fear.
As the Japanese soldiers approached, the soldiers' grip on their weapons gradually tightened, and they sat down and prepared for battle.
Gong Xinliang's palms were sweaty, and he muttered to himself, "Get closer, get closer, yes, you're so good, get closer."
Finally, the Japanese invaded the area designated by him.
"Hit!" Gong Xinliang roared loudly.
Click, click, click, light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, and a fierce battle began again on the position.
At the foot of the hillside, in a mountain col, in the headquarters of the Mishima Regiment of the Japanese 11th Independent Mixed Brigade, the Mishima Regiment Captain was walking around with his hands behind his back, and Hirata, the chief of staff of the Regiment beside him, was also there.
"Mishima-kun, I always feel that there is something fishy about this matter. The performance of this team is too suspicious." Hirata has a crew cut and a black mustache on his lips. He looks very smart and capable.
Mishima stopped when he heard what he said, and then asked, "Really, Hirata-kun, what do you think?"
"The behavior of this group of Chinese troops was very abnormal. Instead of attacking in one go, they turned to defense midway. When they found out that they were about to be surrounded, they not only did not break out, but instead reinforced their positions. This is really wrong."
"Yes, at first we analyzed that it might be used as a bait, but up to now we haven't seen any movement. This means that the judgment of the bait was also wrong." Mishima nodded, fully agreeing with Hirata's judgment.
"Since he is not a bait, what is the purpose of doing this?" Hirata frowned, thinking hard, and suddenly his heart moved, "He is not a bait, no, he is a bait."
Captain Mishima was also confused by this guy. He didn't know what the other party meant. "What is bait and not bait?"
"The thing is like this -" Hirata approached Captain Mishima and whispered something. The more Captain Mishima listened, the more uncomfortable he looked.
After Hirata finished speaking, Mishima took a deep breath and said, "Yes, Hirata, your analysis makes sense. Maybe he is really a bait released by the enemy."
"Yes, this team has such a big appetite that they actually planned to attack the city of Lushun. They never thought that even if they captured the city, they would not be able to hold it and would be surrounded by heavy siege."
"I think there may be other reasons for this," Hirata said.
"Then what should we do now?" Mishima nodded as he thought of the possible consequences and reached for the phone. "I want to call the commander and report our conjecture."
The call was dialed, but no one answered it at all. It kept ringing for a long time and no one answered.
"What's wrong?" Hirata saw the change in Mishima's expression and asked hurriedly.
Mishima put down the phone with a gloomy face, "No one answered the call at the headquarters. I suspect something has happened."
Hirata stepped to the entrance of the tent, waved to the two Japanese soldiers, and ordered, "You should return to Lushun City immediately and submit the latest information here to the Commander without delay."
At this time, Mishima had already written down the information, which included his and Hirata's guesses, then sealed it and handed it to one of the soldiers.
The two soldiers got on their motorcycles and left. It was such a close distance and it wouldn't take long to get there.
After the two people left, Mishima and Hirata breathed a sigh of relief.
"What should we do next?" Mishima asked Hirata.
Hirata thought for a while, "Wait, now we have to wait."
Neither of the two people spoke anymore, they both stood in the tent and waited quietly.
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