Rise From Eight Hundred

That was the explosives that had been buried in the second-line trenches from the beginning.

It was specially requested by Major Scar when Tang Dao distributed heavy weapons to the two guard battalions. This batch of explosives had been kept in the baggage unit. It was originally used to blow up the Baihegang Bridge. Later, due to changes in the battle situation, only one-third of it was used to complete the combat mission.

The main force led by Tang Dao needed attack power, so this kind of explosives that was powerful but could not be thrown was naturally useless. Major Scar asked for all of them.

When building the "Guling" trench, he had thought about how to use this batch of explosives.

150 kilograms of explosives, 50 kilograms were allocated to each trench, and they were tied tightly with ropes. In order to prevent them from being hit and detonated by Japanese artillery, they were all buried in the earth holes on the side walls of the trenches.

The anti-artillery holes that the soldiers spent a lot of effort digging were not for people, but for explosives.

If the second-line position is lost, the soldiers ordered to detonate the explosives will ignite the fuse wrapped in oilcloth, turning the entire position into ruins.

By then, not to mention the people in the trenches, there will not be a single living creature within 30 meters on both sides of the trenches.

This batch of explosives buried deep in the second-line trenches is not the last defense of the entire "Guling", but the last bullet of the "Guling" defenders.

Once fired, it will be a mutual destruction.

But now, the scarred major, who was extremely angry about the death of his sharp knife platoon leader, decided to fire his last bullet in advance.

He was not afraid of death, but he wanted to watch these fearless Japanese die before he died.

It was an indescribable pleasure to die behind them.

The distance between the second-line trench and the first-line trench is 30 meters, and there is a drop of 3 or 4 meters. In order to ensure that these tightly tied explosives can smoothly "roll" down and blow up those bastards, the major, whose eyes were red with rage, even carefully reminded his soldiers to stuff the uniforms and cloth into the gaps of the ropes, and then covered them with mud, just to wrap the originally square explosive boxes into a sphere.

The Japanese offensive started again, and no one dared to attack the second-line trench from the easier communication trench. There were only two sandbags and a light machine gun in that place, and whoever entered would die. They were not stupid.

More than 30 Japanese soldiers continued to crawl upwards, and six light machine guns were so bold that they placed the machine guns less than 150 meters away from the second-line trench. After firing three flares into the sky in succession, the six light machine guns roared, and the bullets brushed the airspace 30 centimeters above the backs of their infantry and swept the sandbags piled in the second-line trench.

This is an extremely dangerous tactic. If there is a slight mistake, the machine gun bullets will hit the little buttocks of their own infantry, but the Japanese army used it so resolutely, using machine guns to shoot at the Chinese trenches almost close to the heads of their own soldiers.

Of course, it is not that their infantry tactics are really as good as future special forces. If so, China, which lacks sufficient industrial capacity, will definitely not last for eight years no matter how hard it tries. It is that the Japanese are really desperate.

The casualties they suffered are more than twice that of the Chinese on the battlefield. There is a reason why they suffered a lot in the Battle of Songjiang. That is because the Chinese have walls and fortifications, but this is a real field battle. The Chinese have nothing but a few temporary trenches.

I have the "strongest division on the surface" with "black skin and bright red blood". The pride of the Sixth Division still exists, not to mention that the machine gun muzzles of the supervisory team behind are still emitting green smoke!

"Gentlemen, charge up, kill them, cut off their heads, the captain and the commander will celebrate for us." Katori Asuka, who was crawling at the end of more than 30 people, had crazy eyes and loudly encouraged the soldiers in his squad.

As the second lieutenant squad leader of the second infantry squad, Katori Asuka was now the highest commander on the front line. He knew very well that he could only survive if he completed this attack mission.

Yes, for this once ambitious second lieutenant, the goal at this moment was no longer to receive merit, but to survive this extremely cruel battle.

He didn't want to be like the top student in the first squad who became a second lieutenant after graduating from the NCO school, who had half of his neck cut off by the shrapnel of the Chinese grenade. Even if he covered his hands tightly, he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. Even in the end, he didn't die because his blood ran out, but because he covered his hands too tightly in a hurry, and the exposed trachea could not receive fresh oxygen.

To put it bluntly, he strangled himself to death under the intense fear. Even when everyone saw his milky white trachea sticking out from the tender muscles of his neck, they knew he was dead.

If he didn't want to die, he could only attack desperately and drive the dozens of people he could command to kill the Chinese in one go.

His subordinates tried their best to crawl forward under the cover of machine guns, while Katori Asuka tried to keep his chest and abdomen close to the ground, and his head wearing a steel helmet was skillfully tilted up, staring at the Chinese trenches, so that he could roll over and dodge the grenades that might be thrown at any time.

Then, the Japanese second lieutenant was suddenly shocked!

Seven or eight black "stones" were suddenly thrown out from the Chinese trenches and rolled down the not-so-steep hillside.

"Baga! Get out of the way!" Katori Asuka reminded his subordinates loudly, but a hint of joy flashed through his heart.

The Chinese actually used stones as defensive weapons, which meant that they had no ammunition.

But this was too ridiculous.

The stone weighed only about ten pounds. Even if it hit someone, what would happen? Could it kill a few people?

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I saw a stone rolling faster and faster after crossing a distance of more than 20 meters. One of them hit the heads of two Japanese infantrymen who had no time to dodge.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the Japanese infantrymen screamed and rolled their eyes on the spot while holding their helmets.

Obviously, even stones can make people stupid after being blessed by gravity acceleration, and this is when the stupid people are wearing helmets.

The stones that encountered obstacles jumped high and actually crossed the trenches where there were still 30 Japanese infantrymen and rolled down the hillside below.

The most primitive rolling stones and wooden beams in ancient China have a history of more than 3,000 years of combat, so they are still somewhat powerful.

But this is the last stubbornness of the Chinese people! Katori Asuka watched a big rock roll past him two meters to his right and fall into the trench, and he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

But the exclamation from the trench made Lieutenant Katori Asuka's heart hang again.

Not only were the voices of his soldiers extremely panicked, but more importantly, what they shouted was: "The rock is smoking!"

What kind of rock would smoke? Could it be ignited by the scorching battlefield?

"Boom!" A loud noise made Lieutenant Katori Asuka's mind go blank.

Whether it was the scorching air wave passing over his back and burning his military uniform to reveal his black fat buttocks, or the violent vibration that threw the body of the Japanese Army Lieutenant more than ten centimeters off the ground, Lieutenant Katori Asuka was frozen at that moment.

Like a statue, even if there was a pile of shit thrown on his head!

The explosive energy of a six-kilogram dynamite is comparable to that of a 105-caliber heavy artillery. The violent air wave is enough to overturn all the people in the trench, not to mention seven or eight such big things.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers in the 50-meter trench, whether standing or lying, were all swept up and thrown around the position like fallen leaves by the air wave that had nowhere to vent.

Some were intact, and some were broken, just like a rain of human body parts.

There was even a severed hand that hit the helmet of the scarred major who was curled up in the trench.

Picking up the bloody severed hand, the scarred major's eyes were not disgusted, but full of joy.

The Japanese blew up his brothers to death, and he blew them back ten times more fiercely, blowing the damn thing to pieces, which was really refreshing!