Rise From Eight Hundred

The 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Brigade of the Jing'an Army was responsible for bypassing the right wing position.

Although the ranking does not represent the ranking of combat effectiveness, and the bastards of the Jing'an Army are also traitors who have betrayed their ancestors, the habits that belong to the Chinese in their bones are still retained. The lower the ranking, the less valued they feel, and the more they want to prove something.

This second-rate captain infantry company commander obviously thought so, so he worked very hard.

He took more than a hundred of his men to bypass the dense forest for a long distance, hoping to cross the mountains and forests in one fell swoop and attack the side of the Chinese main position, so as to leave some impression on Li Shoushan, the biggest boss of the 1st Brigade of the Jing'an Army who was on the battlefield, so that he could get promoted and make money in the future.

However, as the saying goes, a horse will die if it is seen from a mountain. It takes a long time for people to run over the mountain, not to mention that they have to move forward in the mountains and forests where there is no road at all.

The captain of the Jing'an Army, who was eager to gain military merit, circled around the mountain for a long time, but in fact, he only walked less than two miles.

But it was not without effect. At least he bypassed the other three high grounds and arrived at the last defensive high ground set up by Lao Hei.

At least, it perfectly avoided Lao Hei's idea of ​​being attacked from two high grounds.

The four submachine gunners and eight Sichuan Army soldiers did not have much time to set up fortifications. They took advantage of the local conditions and moved some large stones to make shelters. They also used the Japanese-style single-soldier engineer shovels they carried with them to dig a 60-centimeter-deep and 1.5-meter-long single-soldier field trench for each person.

The four submachine gunners were in the front, forming a semi-arc facing the mountain, and the eight Sichuan Army infantrymen were seven or eight meters behind them, forming the second line of defense.

It was already the end of November, and the daytime temperature in winter was not high. The birds living in the mountains were hiding in the bushes. Only approaching them would disturb them and fly out of their hiding places.

The soldiers judged from these anomalies that someone was approaching from the dense forest. The leader of this high ground was a sergeant, the deputy squad leader of the guard squad, and a veteran of the former Four-Line Camp. He was also experienced enough. He immediately notified everyone with gestures to hide their bodies and not make any noise.

How could the eight Sichuan soldiers have experienced such a battle? With only 12 people to deal with an unknown number of enemy troops, they naturally dared not breathe.

In the same unfamiliar environment, and in wartime, the Jing'an Army was of course very cautious. Nearly 160 people, divided into three groups in the front, middle and back, with infantry platoons as units, and each platoon was at least 30 meters apart. This was to prevent the opponent from bombarding and destroying them all at once. If there were only infantry, they could support each other.

The sergeant of the guard platoon was very patient. He had been lying behind the stone fortifications and carefully observing through the shooting holes left specially.

It was not until it was determined that there were more than 100 enemies climbing up this mountain that the first wave of vanguard troops entered a distance of more than 40 meters before firing the first shot.

Four submachine guns fired at the same time, and the four flames that exceeded the firing rate of the light machine guns directly staggered the Jing'an Army who were caught off guard. The first wave of concentrated fire killed at least ten people. The Sichuan Army behind also fired regardless of the consequences. Even if they could not hit anyone, the momentum was scary enough.

A group of Jing'an Army screamed and rolled down the mountain. The Jing'an Army that was not hit by bullets immediately rolled and crawled behind the trees and hid behind the rocks.

However, the psychological quality of the Jing'an Army was very strong, and they were not frightened by this sudden attack. The soldiers behind fired at the position where the smoke rose above. For a while, the bullets hit the stones and sparks flew, and debris flew.

Fortunately, when building this kind of temporary fortification, the soldiers used dozens of kilograms of stones to support it, leaving a gap the size of a human head as a shooting hole, which not only ensured the shooting range, but also provided sufficient protection.

Although the Jing'an Army's rifles and light machine guns were firing happily, basically no one was injured in this wave of counterattacks.

"Use the grenade launchers for me, blow them up!" The Jing'an Army commander who caught up gritted his teeth and ordered.

His infantry company had 9 grenade launchers, all of which he specially pulled out and placed in the rear team, both for protection and to facilitate grenade attacks.

However, the dense forest is a double-edged sword, which protects them and hinders them.

Not only does it block the line of sight, making it impossible for the grenade launchers to see the approximate position of the enemy, but it would be really fun if the grenades fired by the grenade launchers hit thick branches and bounced back.

The grenade launchers must find an open area.

So, they soon found a relatively flat slope in the col. There were no trees, only some shrubs. It was only a hundred meters away from here, and they could completely launch an attack on the Chinese deployed on the top of the mountain.

It doesn't matter if they can't see the specific figures, they just need to see the smoke.

Once the rifles of this era are fired, white smoke visible to the naked eye will rise. The place with thick smoke is naturally the place where the enemy is firing. If 9 grenade launchers are fired, they can hit it even by probability, right?

This idea is certainly good, but the guards who arrived here one step ahead of time certainly would not ignore this col that could attack them.

The two high grounds are actually like a pair of pliers, taking care of this slope tightly. If no one comes here, it will be fine, but if someone goes there, they will be beaten by the crossfire of the two high grounds.

If the Jing'an Army was not so anxious, they would send scouts to conduct terrain reconnaissance and should find out the inappropriateness of this area.

But unfortunately, they were too eager to succeed, especially after judging from the gunshots that the soldiers blocking them here would never be more than two infantry squads.

In order to win the battle quickly and not give the enemy reinforcements a chance to arrive, the company commander of the Jing'an Army ordered two infantry platoons to form a skirmish line of more than 200 meters along the forest and attack the top of the mountain.

The nine grenade launcher teams rushed to the slope under the protection of an infantry squad, waiting for the grenade launchers to work and then attack with all their strength.

The soldiers on another high ground certainly heard the gunshots over there. After confirming that there were no enemies in their area, they immediately sent two submachine gunners and four Sichuan soldiers out of their positions and reached the mountainside from the defensive positions. The nearest position to the slope was only thirty or forty meters.

The Jing'an Army also arrived at about this time.

However, what surprised the Sichuan Army soldiers who had quietly unscrewed the back covers of the grenades and prepared to attack was that the two submachine gunners did not attack the Jing'an Army who were busy setting up the grenade launchers to prepare for the grenade launch, but just aimed at them.

On the top of the mountain.

"Light up all those weeds for me, and then hide in the bunkers for me. Without my order, you are not allowed to show your heads." The sergeant squad leader looked at the Jing'an Army who were slowly approaching 60 meters away and shouted orders.

Although the Sichuan Army did not understand what it meant to play with fire before the war, they still had the ability to execute. More than a dozen piles of weeds and leaves picked up at random were set on fire, and thick smoke floated above the position.

"Attack!" At the same time, the captain of the Jing'an Army gave orders.

Nearly a hundred infantrymen began to speed up and approach.

The sound of the four submachine gunners' counterattacks suddenly sounded.

The two sides began to shoot at each other.

The grenade launchers on the hillside began to fire grenades.

The rising smoke was the best guide, but the distance of more than a hundred meters was too easy for them who had undergone rigorous training.

"Boom boom boom!" Two consecutive rounds, more than a dozen grenades made the smoke on the top of the mountain even thicker.

The four submachine gunners also had to try their best to lie down to avoid being injured by grenade fragments, and the gunfire naturally slowed down.

"Speed ​​up, rush over, and kill them!" The captain of the Jing'an Army, who was personally supervising the battle with a pistol, noticed this situation and was very excited. He waved his pistol and roared to urge his soldiers.

The grenades were still shooting. The grenade throwers of the Jing'an Army were almost as skilled as the Japanese army. They could basically hit whatever they pointed at at a distance of more than 100 meters. The fact that more than a dozen piles of burning weeds were almost blown up was the best proof.

The eight Sichuan Army soldiers who were huddled in a single-soldier bunker that was no more than half a meter deep only felt waves of heat rolling over their backs and heads, and their bodies were constantly hit by falling soil and gravel.

Don't say that the sergeant ordered them not to show their heads. That's it. Whoever shows his head will die! Only a fool would do that.

That is, if you don't show your head, what will happen to the enemy who is attacking? When those two devils come up, more than a dozen people here will die.

The Sichuan Army soldiers who were hiding in the individual bunkers and not injured by the constantly exploding grenades were actually extremely tormented.

The closest infantry of the Jing'an Army was less than 30 meters away from the top of the mountain. At this time, the Chinese defenders were on the top and they were on the bottom. They weighed it silently in their hearts and realized that they really had no ability to throw the light melon grenade in front of the position.

Otherwise, this simple position would not only be ravaged by grenades, but also by grenades. It was no longer a question of whether it could be defended or not, but how many people could survive until the moment when the second devils rushed to the position.

Even if the four submachine gun soldiers could survive until that time, they would have bullets in their guns, but what could they do in the face of nearly a hundred shining bayonets?

In the valley more than a hundred meters away, the familiar "Da Da Da!" MP28 submachine gun continuous gunshots suddenly came.

Then, there was the continuous explosion of wooden-handled grenades.

"Brothers of the Sichuan Army, throw grenades to me, smash all the grenades!" The sergeant with a bloody wound on his face from the grenade fragments roared like a wolf's howl.

His roar was even heard by the Japanese soldiers who were only more than 30 meters away from them.

The hair standing on end is not enough to describe the stimulation they felt at this time.

Or, it should be called a chill in the crotch.

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