Rise From Eight Hundred

Potato was going crazy.

The fierce bombardment above his head made him understand why the platoon leader had not yet brought reinforcements into the position.

He didn't know how many brothers were hit by the Japanese artillery fire when they rushed to the top of the mountain.

He didn't even have time to think about the current situation of the platoon leader who had become a company commander.

Because the second devils had already come up.

But he only had a rifle and no machine gun.

Potato and the other three observation posts fired frantically.

The Jing'an Army, which was running, also began to fight back.

"Puff puff puff!" The bullets shot into the soil next to Potato, making a heart-pounding sound.

But this did not panic the young boy soldier.

At this time, Potato had only one thought in his heart, to stop the Jing'an Army's charge and hold on until the reinforcements arrived.

He didn't even have time to think that without the trenches, the position would be lost, and if the position was lost, everyone would die.

The young soldier was simply going to perform his duties at this moment, just like the old soldier who left the gun to him, this was his duty.

There was no regret even if he died!

Potato was short, and if he lay on his position, his shooting speed would be even slower.

So, Potato simply stood on the small earthen platform in the trench, stood up straight, held the Zhongzheng in his hand horizontally, and shot at the Jing'an Army without even aiming at the crosshairs.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The huge recoil of the rifle made his shoulders hurt, and his weak body trembled with every gunshot.

But the trembling never stopped.

The Jing'an Army, which was in a black mass in front of the position, did not need to aim at all. He only needed to keep pulling the trigger and then press the magazine he had prepared long ago into the rifle.

The fearless young soldier emptied two magazines in one breath, and ten bullets hit at least five Jing'an Army infantrymen who were running.

No matter how crazy the Jing'an Army was, they would not let themselves become live targets of their opponents. People kept stopping and shooting at the four Chinese infantrymen who were firing desperately.

Among them were rifles, machine guns, and even grenade launchers.

300VS4, this was a completely asymmetric shooting.

In less than 20 seconds, the positions where the three observation posts were located became silent, and only the sound of Potato's gunfire continued.

Perhaps all the sacrificed soldiers gave good luck to this youngest Sichuan Army soldier, or perhaps he was small enough that his target was not obvious in the smoke, or perhaps it was the saying often said on the battlefield: those who don't want to die can always become alive.

Potato was miraculously unscathed.

The four observation posts miraculously delayed the Jing'an Army for 30 seconds.

The Jing'an Army, lying a hundred meters away, immediately launched a charge after their own artillery bombardment stopped. It only took about 18 seconds to rush to the position at full speed.

If it weren't for their desperate efforts, at least the front-line position would have been in the hands of the Jing'an Army at this time.

But it was these extra ten seconds that allowed an infantry platoon led by Cai Yongguan, who was at the forefront, to finally rush into the position at the most critical moment.

The distance between the two sides was only 20 meters. For the offensive and defensive battle, the two sides could almost be face to face, but it was still in time.

Thinking that the Chinese defenders had suffered heavy losses under the tricks of their own artillery, the infantry company of the Jing'an Army rushed towards the Chinese front-line positions in a charge formation, but was hit by the roaring submachine guns and Mauser pistols again.

In the first round of fire alone, at least a dozen Jing'an Army soldiers fell down on their way to charge.

After a volley of gunfire, many people on both sides fell down in their own areas.

The Sichuan Army fell in the trenches, and the Jing'an Army fell in an area less than ten meters away from the front-line trenches.

No one on both sides retreated, they just shot with red eyes, and they couldn't even see the opponent's face in their bloodshot pupils, and they shot at enemies with different uniforms.

People kept falling down, and people kept rejoining.

The two infantry platoons led by Wei Donglai also rushed into the trenches, but only aggravated the tragic degree of this exchange of fire.

Even the flexible Jing'an Army jumped into the trenches with the cover of gunpowder smoke.

It happened that the distance between him and Potato, who was crouching down and preparing to reload the magazine, was only five meters.

The Jing'an Army looked at the young soldier in front of him, holding the long gun tightly and walking forward quickly.

The more than one-meter-long gun body plus the bayonet were daunting, and there was nowhere to hide in the narrow trench. The brave and fearless Potato seemed to be stunned by this scene.

It was not that he had just fired the bullet in the empty gun, but that the young soldier had never experienced such a scene, being so close to an enemy.

Looking at the somewhat dazed young soldier, the strong and healthy Jing'an Army soldier flashed a ferocious light in his eyes.

According to his experience, it only takes one second for his bayonet to pierce the chest of the bewildered Chinese soldier in front of him.

The military merit of killing one enemy is 20 yen, which was promised by the major general brigadier.

"Damn it, come and die!"

Unfortunately, a roar stopped his ambition.

With a roar, the Jing'an Army looked up and saw a guy with a body as wide as a door panel, running wildly, holding a thick-backed machete in his hand.

He ran to within two meters and chopped off the man's head.

Based on experience, the Jing'an Army could thrust the bayonet forward suddenly. He was 80% sure that he could pierce this aggressive guy through with one shot.

But the machete held by the pair of sturdy arms that could almost burst the uniform chopped down so recklessly, and he also had a premonition that even if it pierced the body of the Chinese officer, the machete could also split his skull, even if he was still wearing a helmet.

Not only did he lose 20 yen, but he also lost his life, which was really not worth it.

The Jing'an Army subconsciously returned his gun and pointed the gun diagonally in the narrow trench, trying to use the steel barrel to block the knife of such a reckless man.

As long as he blocked this knife, his gun would sink and then poke it hard, and he could also use the sharp tip of the knife to poke open the belly of the reckless man, and the green intestines would flow all over the ground.

This scene was not the first time he had seen it.

This veteran of the Jing'an Army, who had been on the battlefield several times, even thought of a back-up plan.

But obviously, he underestimated his opponent too much.

The son of a Chinese outlaw who has relied on martial arts to make a living since childhood, not only has brute force, but also has practiced swordsmanship for more than 20 years.

His sword is either not unsheathed, or blood will be drawn if it is unsheathed.

This is Cai Yongguan's belief.

Everything can be broken under his sword.

"Kill!" With a roar.

The thick-backed machete chopped the steel barrel that the Jing'an Army thought was very strong with its original trajectory without any stagnation.

The steel used in the Type 38 rifle is definitely the fine steel of this era, and the Jing'an Army infantry's idea is correct.

But an incredible scene appeared just like that.

After a crisp "clang" sound, the knife light continued to move downwards.

Half of the barrel and the bayonet fell into the dust.

That knife actually split the fine steel barrel in half.

But this is not the final outcome. In the unbelievable eyes of the Jing'an Army infantry, the knife light split his helmet, split his head, and even split between his legs.

No one knows how much strength this knife took.

Those who saw this scene only knew that there was such a Chinese soldier who broke the gun and split the man.

The human body was split into two halves, and the blood spurting out directly dyed Cai Yongguan into a bloody man.

The two eyeballs that were kept open by effort to avoid being blocked by blood were even more red and bright in this suffocating blood red.

The terrible cruelty to the extreme. , The two Jing'an soldiers following behind were completely scared out of their wits. They didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger. They screamed and climbed out of the trench with their hands and feet.

Not to mention that the Jing'an Army was scared, even the two soldiers following Cai Yongguan, after being stunned for a while, couldn't help but squat down and vomit desperately.

The red mixed with the green and white of various internal organs, coupled with the fishy smell, really, would make any normal person have nightmares for several days.

The strong fishy smell that spread from dozens of meters away seemed to have become the protective smell of this section of the trench. No Jing'an Army dared to enter the trench again.