Rise From Eight Hundred

The artillery fire stopped, and the Japanese attack would start again.

Cai Yongguan led his men to the top of the mountain without hesitation.

The submachine guns and Mauser pistols that once caused a lot of casualties to the Japanese army and suppressed their fear of full-speed charge had run out of bullets and became completely decorative. In order to ensure that they would not be seized by the Japanese army, Cai Yongguan prepared a large bomb for this pile of useless automatic firearms in the tunnel. The fuse was left in the hands of a seriously injured soldier who was still somewhat conscious. At the last moment, the large bomb composed of the last two five-kilogram explosive packs was enough to blow everyone in the reverse slope tunnel, including the surrounding Japanese soldiers, into ashes.

Another two hundred Japanese soldiers launched the first round of attack.

The soldiers who rushed to the position basically held Type 38 rifles and Zhongzheng rifles.

There were originally 280 people and more than 300 guns on the position, but now there are only 112 people. Naturally, everyone has good guns.

Those who survived until now, regardless of how elite they were, had fired at least a hundred bullets, and their marksmanship was much better than before they went to the battlefield. Their marksmanship was accurate enough within a hundred meters.

Even though the Japanese light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers suppressed them strongly, after a volley of gunfire, at least a dozen Japanese soldiers who were bending over and advancing fell. .

However, rifles alone could no longer suppress the Japanese soldiers whose adrenaline was rapidly secreted.

The battle line was too long, and the Japanese were scattered. The grenades that once frightened the Japanese could no longer achieve the same effect as before.

Within 20 minutes, the Japanese rushed to the position, and the sound of bayonets touching and grenades exploding resounded throughout the position.

Cai Yongguan, who knew that this was the last battle, put almost all his grenade stocks on the position and hung them on the soldiers.

The Japanese army lost at least 60 lives in front of the position, but the number of Japanese infantrymen who rushed into the trenches and the battlefield was still as high as 150.

The troops far outnumbered the Sichuan Army soldiers, who only had 100 men left.

However, the Sichuan Army soldiers, who were already blood-thirsty, were not afraid at all.

Cai Yongguan's thick-backed knife was still the most ferocious knife on the battlefield.

Under the fierce chopping, the heads of the Japanese soldiers rolled down.

But no matter how powerful one man and one knife were, they could only defeat ten people. Even if the Tang sword was here, it would be in vain.

Relying on personal bravery alone could not change the situation of the war.

But what if everyone fought desperately?

The soldier stabbed by the bayonet screamed in pain, but his actions were not like before, like before, holding the muzzle of the Japanese soldier's gun tightly with his hand, waiting for his companion to come up and shoot the opponent.

In this way, he might still have a chance to survive.

There were at least a dozen seriously injured soldiers with severe abdominal injuries in the tunnel.

The soldiers who did this were brave enough, and not everyone had the courage to endure such severe pain.

But such bravery was obviously not enough in such a battle.

Far from enough.

So, more tragic bravery appeared.

The first choice of the stabbed soldier was to pull the grenade on his waist.

Completely cut off all his life, and at the same time cut off the opponent's.

At least two grenades tied together not only blew the Sichuan Army soldiers into a thousand holes like a rag doll thrown away at random, but also blew the Japanese soldiers who were just a few feet away into a blood gourd.

The more Japanese soldiers surrounded, the more tragic the casualties.

The battlefield was no longer blood and flesh flying.

Instead, blood, flesh and bone fragments were splattered.

This is more terrifying than a slaughterhouse.

The Chinese were prepared for this, but the Japanese were obviously not.

This time, they were mentally prepared and were not scared away by Cai Yongguan's flying sword, but were scared by this kind of fighting style that would die together.

The Japanese who rushed into the position retreated faster than they entered the position.

In just two minutes of fighting, both sides paid a terrible price.

More than a dozen consecutive explosions took the lives of dozens of people on both sides.

The soil was soaked in blood and glowed purple-black under the warm winter sun.

However, Takeuchi Yunshan was more determined than his infantrymen, and he invested more strength this time. The Japanese infantrymen who were driven out of the position had not retreated far, and the second wave of Japanese attacking troops had already come up.

After more than a hundred infantrymen, 50 cavalrymen had slowly urged their horses and began to go up the mountain.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the battlefield.

The Japanese infantrymen two hundred meters ahead of the Japanese cavalry slowly and firmly advanced towards the top of the mountain. Although they would always pay a few casualties for every step forward, it was nothing compared to the victory that was about to be won.

They saw it very clearly. Although the previous wave of attacks failed again, the Chinese were like beasts trapped in a trap. After struggling for a long time, they had lost their last strength. .

Perhaps, there was no need for cavalry or even them. Just the previous wave of defeated soldiers, if they returned and rushed back, the Chinese would have no power to fight back.

For example, now, haven't the Chinese become silent?

Thirty meters further, there was the Chinese position.

Major Morita Shizuha, who was in the middle of the line, had bloodshot eyes and suddenly drew out his saber, pointing it in the direction of the position on the top of the mountain thirty meters away.

As the captain of the 8th Infantry Battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment, Morita Shizuha was undoubtedly filled with grief and indignation.

The two infantry squadrons that died in the previous battle were all under his command. The infantry squadron that was just driven out of the Chinese position was one of the last two infantry squadrons in his hands.

To put it bluntly, except for some machine gunners and grenade throwers who were still intact, from this moment on, only one of the four infantry squadrons under his command remained.

Before entering this devilish battlefield, he was still a general in the army commanding a thousand soldiers, but now he has become a role like a captain of an infantry squadron with two or three big cats and kittens. This huge psychological gap has almost made the Japanese major confused.

Therefore, he took the initiative to apply to Colonel Takeuchi Yunshan for this attack. If he did not crush the Chinese in the position in front of him, he would have the urge to commit suicide by disembowelment.

Of course, that kind of perverted behavior is just a lip service.

Major Morita is not that stupid.

Slitting the neck means cutting the aorta and causing massive blood loss in a short period of time, which basically only takes a few minutes, but laparotomy means making a cross on the stomach, and then watching your large and small intestines flow out, and then, you have to endure for an hour or so, and die in pain.

The reason why Major Morita came here at the risk of his life is because he knew that the Chinese were already at the end of their strength and could definitely win in one battle.

With this great achievement, the humiliation and guilt of being changed from a battalion commander to a "squadron commander" will become insignificant because of this battle.

To put it bluntly, it seems that Major Morita Shizuha led his troops to the front line because of the heavy casualties of his subordinates, which is a good example for the majority of majors and battalion commanders to learn from, but in fact he just came to reap the credit.

Takeuchi Yunshan certainly knew about the little tricks of his subordinates, but he still gave him this opportunity.

After all, leaders need capable people under them, and they also need people who can flatter and flatter.

Major Morita's ability in fighting may be slightly inferior, but this aspect has always pleased Takeuchi Yunshan.

Now, Morita Shizuha's knife has pointed to the direction of the position, and he is about to launch the final attack and carry out the beautiful harvest he imagined.

Harvest all the heads of Chinese people that can be seen on the position, whether dead or alive.

This is what Morita Shizuha promised to Takeuchi Yunshan.

Will the remaining Chinese soldiers do as he wishes?