The gunfire stopped, and the Japanese retreated like a tide again.
Gong Xinliang's position was beyond recognition. The bunkers in front of the trenches were flattened by Japanese artillery fire. Even the trenches were mostly filled with blown soil, leaving only a shallow ditch.
The soldiers sat exhausted in the trenches, holding their weapons and panting heavily. It could be seen that their physical strength had basically reached the limit, and they might fall down at any time and be unable to get up.
Gong Xinliang was not much stronger than them. He felt that all his physical strength had been drained, and it was a bit difficult to even move his fingers.
Smiling wryly and supporting his body with his hands, Gong Xinliang sat on the ground. Gong Xinliang secretly sighed that he might really have to confess here this time.
After fierce fighting till now, more than half of his battalion has been killed and wounded, less than one-third can still fight, and weapons and ammunition are extremely scarce.
Although the Japanese suffered greater losses, they had sufficient troops. If they poured down a batch of wine, they could easily pick up another batch and charge upward continuously.
He believed that within one or two charges, the glory bombs on his men would probably be used.
"Grandma, it's worth it. It's really worth it to have so many little Japs buried with me." Gong Xinliang looked at the bodies of the Japs on the battlefield and couldn't help but smile with relief.
There were countless corpses of the Japanese who fell on the battlefield. Their corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains. It seemed that the Japanese did not take advantage this time, and even suffered a big loss.
Thinking of this, Gong Xinliang moved his body, turned around and shouted, "Brothers, are you afraid of death?"
"Batalion Commander, I'm not afraid of sex."
"Damn it, after twenty-two years I will be a good man again."
"Don't be afraid, battalion commander."
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The soldiers replied one after another that no one is afraid of death.
Gong Xinliang laughed loudly, "Well done. I, Gong Xinliang, did not misjudge the person. You are all well done."
"Batalion Commander, sing a play for us." One soldier shouted, and the other soldiers all echoed.
Gong Xinliang was good at singing. When he was in school, he was the mainstay of the school troupe. He was almost chosen by a big theater troupe. If he hadn't thought about it later, he might have become a famous actor by now.
"You guys, I'm still so good at singing now." Gong Xinliang didn't expect these guys to make such a request, so he laughed and scolded, "After we defeat the Japanese, I will give you a good performance when I get back."
The soldiers refused to do anything, and all started to make noises, insisting on letting him sing. In fact, everyone knew that it was unknown whether they could go back alive this time, and they would probably have to bury their bones in the Black Mountains.
Unable to overcome people's persistence, Gong Xinliang finally agreed. The soldiers were so happy that they clapped their hands as hard as they could.
Gong Xinliang cleared his throat and began to sing:
Lianglangshan, kill Hu'er.
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The piece he sang was the story of the old prince Yang Jiye touching a monument in Lianglangshan. It was also a classic piece. The impassioned singing and Gong Xinliang's voice sounded particularly good.
The soldiers were all mesmerized by what they heard, and it took them a while to realize what they were doing. They clapped their hands and shouted loudly, insisting that Gong Xinliang sing another verse.
Gong Xinliang straightened his face and said, "Okay, save your energy, we will have to fight with the Japanese for a while."
The soldiers stopped making noises and began to rest in the trenches to regain some strength.
The Japs may have suffered too much from their attack, so they took a long rest this time and did not launch an attack for more than ten minutes. This allowed Gong Xinliang and the others to recover a lot of their physical strength and eat something by the way.
Finally, more than ten minutes later, the Japanese began to attack again.
Gong Xinliang quickly grabbed the big knife and shouted, "Brothers, the last moment is coming, are you ready?"
"It's done!" the soldiers responded in unison.
"Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away he is!" Gong Xinliang raised his sword and roared to the sky.
"Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away he is!" The soldiers also looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound shook the sky.
The sky became overcast, the sun that had just emerged shrank back, and the sky and the earth suddenly became much darker.
The Japs lit piles of bonfires on the hillside, and flares were also fired into the sky, illuminating the world again.
A gust of wind blew over, mixed with the smell of earth. Gong Xinliang sniffed and said in a low voice, "The wind and rain are coming."
Sure enough, as he finished speaking, huge raindrops began to fall.
In the heavy rain, the Japs' pace slowed down and finally stopped halfway. It seemed that the heavy rain also hindered their attack, but it did create more rest time for Gong Xinliang and the others.
But what happens after the storm passes?
The rain didn't last long, and soon the clouds stopped. A red sun peeked out from the clouds in the east, spreading its red radiance to the earth and adding a touch of light to the world.
The puddles on the ground were still there, and the Japanese attack continued. This time Gong Xinliang and the others had no way to delay.
There was continuous artillery fire and smoke. This time the Japanese committed a squadron of troops and launched an attack from two sides, intending to take the position in one fell swoop.
The battle was extremely fierce. Among the Japanese and soldiers, some fell down one after another, and others came up to take over the original person's position.
The battle lasted from dawn to more than nine o'clock in the morning, and the Japanese troops did not retreat, but Gong Xinliang's troops had less than twenty people left. The rest except those who were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness were all sacrificed.
The puddle in front of the position was completely red, stained red by blood, and blood was constantly flowing into it, causing its area to continue to expand.
With a swing of his sword, he chopped down a Japanese soldier. Gong Xinliang turned around and shouted, "Retreat to the position." After saying this, he covered the other soldiers and retreated towards the position.
By now, they have no hope of survival, but Gong Xinliang and the soldiers will never become prisoners of the Japanese. They have left their last resort long ago, and it is time to use it now.
Hearing the shouts of the battalion commander, the soldiers who were still alive retreated back to their positions.
After more than twenty people fought hard, only six people were left alive. These people stood back to back and formed a large circle. In the circle were more than a dozen soldiers who were seriously injured and lost their fighting ability.
The Japanese came from all directions and surrounded them. Each one of them held up their 38 rifles and did not launch an attack. These tenacious and heroic Chinese soldiers made them respect them from the bottom of their hearts.
A squadron leader walked out of the crowd and came to the front of the crowd. He looked at the position where the corpses were piled up, then at the last six people left, as well as a dozen seriously injured people in the circle, "Chinese officer
, you are real soldiers, as long as you are willing to put down your weapons, I will guarantee your personal safety."
Gong Xinliang laughed loudly and slammed the big knife in his hand that turned into a saw. "Thank you very much, but we will not surrender. If you want to end the battle, come up."
The Japanese squadron leader also knew that the strong troops would never surrender so late in the battle. He just wanted to give it a try, so he stopped trying to persuade him now. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Come on."
More than thirty Japanese soldiers pressed forward with bayonets raised, getting closer and closer to the six people.
At this moment, a rumbling sound was heard in the eastern sky, and then a plane appeared in the sky, flying towards this direction, with the bright red Yanhuang Legion logo branded on the fuselage.
Behind the first plane, the second, third, and fourth plane appeared. In the blink of an eye, five bombers emerged from the clouds and flew towards the Japanese troops.
"What's going on?" The Japanese were dumbfounded. They never imagined that an enemy bomber would appear in the area they controlled. What did their fighter jets do?
Just when they were wondering, a Japanese fighter jet emerged from the clouds. But before the Japanese were happy, a Yanhuang Legion fighter jet emerged from behind and chased after the Japanese fighter jet.
Click, click, click, the machine gun roared, and a plume of black smoke came out of the tail of the Japanese plane in front, and then it shook the mountain top below and turned into flames with a bang.
"This--how can this be done?" The Japs didn't know what they were feeling.
All along, Japanese planes have bullied the Chinese, dropping bombs one after another on the heads of the Chinese, creating countless ruins and broken families, but they have never tasted anything like this.
Today, they saw with their own eyes that their plane was shot down by the other side, and they were shot down in a panic. It seemed that they didn't even have a chance to escape. This feeling is really not good.
After shooting down the Japanese fighter jet, the fighter jet with the Yanhuang Legion logo on its wings shook its wings, then flew into the sky like a sharp sword, disappeared into the clouds.
At this time, the bombers had almost reached the tops of people's heads. Their huge bodies did not look clumsy at all, but were very flexible. They seemed to be shrouded overhead like a large dark cloud, pressing down on the Japs' heads.
Just as the Japanese were looking at the bombers in a daze, the bombers seemed to begin to lower their altitude, dive down, and assume a bomb-dropping posture.
"No, get down quickly!" The Japs were naturally very familiar with this movement of the plane, so they all fell to the ground with a roar, even the Japs surrounding Gong Xinliang and the others also fell down.
At this moment, Gong Xinliang and the others who were surrounded were completely exposed, standing alone on the position.
The plane was getting closer and closer, and it was about to reach the best position to drop bombs. The Japs on the ground held their heads tightly and were ready for the bombs to rain down. But they had been preparing for a long time, and the plane above them roared and whizzed by.
Not a single bomb was dropped.
"What's going on? Why didn't these planes drop bombs?" The Japanese raised their heads one by one and looked at the bombers in the sky, full of doubts.
Suddenly, some Japs saw Gong Xinliang and the others standing on the battlefield, and their hearts suddenly moved, "It's them. Because of them, those Chinese bombers didn't drop bombs."
Several Japanese soldiers hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed towards Gong Xinliang and the others, trying to capture them as hostages.
Gong Xinliang looked at the comrades around him, and then at the Japanese soldiers rushing toward them. A smile appeared on his face, and then he shouted, "Brothers, it's time for us to get on the road."
Several people all gathered around him, and then glared angrily at the Japs opposite him.
"--boom--!"
A shocking storm arose on the position. It was so powerful that the strong wind howled and swept away all the Japanese who rushed up. The Japanese in front were blown up and landed with crackles around the position.
When the smoke dissipated, not a single figure on the position disappeared, leaving only a large crater with a radius of four to five meters, and the corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered all around.
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I have something to do on the weekend, so the update is slowed down, and I will start making up for it tomorrow!