The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Everyone, if this attack is unsuccessful, you will be benevolent. Go back and tell your brothers, whoever dares to retreat and become a deserter without authorization, no matter who it is, will be shot!"

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, said this with a murderous look, and the officers also restrained their smiles and became serious.

In the past, most of their troops fought blocking and defensive battles at that time, but this time it was a tough battle, and everyone was prepared to fight with their lives.

Yang Ling and the others quickly led the troops to the foot of Min Mountain. Through the binoculars, the devil's position could be seen clearly.

Rows of thick and sharpened wooden stakes in front of the position were inserted into the soil at 45 degrees, and there were a lot of barbed wire wrapped around them.

Behind this obstacle is the devil's cold machine gun position. Looking at the densely packed machine gun fire points, Yang Ling and the others' scalps are a little numb.

"Damn it, the little devil's movements are quite fast, the barbed wire is set up—"

Seeing the obstacle area formed by a large piece of wooden piles and barbed wire in front of the devil's position, the deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, lay down in the trench, took a deep breath of smoke, and cursed loudly.

A few hours ago, the land was still empty. I didn't expect that the devil would turn it into a dead zone in a short time.

Although their third battalion was serving as the reserve team, he knew that if he wanted to successfully break through the large obstacle, he didn't know how many brothers would die in the first battalion that was the main attack, and they were all his own brothers.

Yang Ling also looked serious. He didn't expect that the little devil's ability to build field fortifications was so strong. Now let alone attacking the devil's position, it would be very difficult to just break through the area full of obstacles.

"Let the artillery battalion in the brigade support it, and blow up a road first--" Yang Ling looked away and said to the regiment leader Zhang Handuo.

The regiment leader Zhang Handuo nodded and said: "The devil's machine guns have a lot of firepower, and all the explosives in the regiment are also transferred to the first battalion, so that they can organize more blasting teams."

Text Chapter 455 Bloody Demeanor

At six o'clock in the evening, the main force of the 151st Brigade launched an attack on the vanguard of the devils entrenched in Minshan.

The artillery battalion directly under the brigade was the first to attack. The battalion commander, Sun Heiniu, was a veteran who narrowly escaped the massacre in Nanjing and had a blood feud with the devils.

"Get ready!" Sun Heiniu, the commander of the artillery battalion, looked at the dense wooden piles and barbed wire barriers in front of the devil's position, and raised the command flag with his right hand, his voice was hoarse but sonorous.

Although the artillery battalion directly under the brigade has the establishment of a battalion, it is actually an empty shell, and in fact there is only one artillery company.

There are three platoons under the company, each with two 82-caliber mortars, and only ten rounds of shells, which is unbelievably crude compared to the devils.

Although the strength of the artillery battalion is weak, compared with those provincial motley crews that only have light machine guns and Hanyang, having mortars is enviable and enviable.

"Three rapid-fire shots! Let go!"

Sun Heiniu waved down the command flag heavily, and the six mortars roared angrily.

In Sun Heiniu's view, using Jingui's mortar shells to clear obstacles is a prodigal act, and shells should be used to blow up devils, but he had to carry out the brigade commander's order.

There was a dull sound, and the shells hit the wooden posts wrapped in barbed wire in front of the devil's position with a sharp whistling sound.

"Boom—boom—"

There was a deafening explosion, and clusters of flames mixed with black smoke rose in front of the devil's position.

The barbed wire fence of wooden piles deeply embedded in the ground was blasted and shattered amidst the violent tremors, and the rotten pieces of wood were rolled and thrown into the sky.

The obstacles in front of the devil's position were smashed to pieces under the bombardment of the mortar, and the rumbling explosions sounded like muffled thunder one after another.

The scorched heat wave swept the mud and sand flying everywhere, and the steel helmets of the fire assault squad hidden at the front and the brothers in the blasting team were knocked loudly by the flying gravel.

The brothers put their heads on the ground, facing the suffocating hot air waves, wishing they could get into the wet soil.

"You son of a bitch, there's actually a mine over there—"

In the binoculars, brigade commander Zhou Zhidao saw the violent explosion in the obstacle area and cursed loudly.

Yang Ling and Zhang Handuo, who were in charge of commanding at the front, also discovered that the range of explosion intensity exceeded the power of mortars.

Soon Yang Ling discovered the little devil's minefield, probably to prevent his own people from stepping on it, they inserted some small wooden sticks.

"Let the brothers in the assault squad and the demolition team pay attention to the place where the small wooden sticks are planted on the ground. They are land mines buried by devils. Don't step on them!" Yang Ling quickly passed on the order.

The little devil is extremely insidious. He uses wooden piles and barbed wire to block the attacks of his brothers, but secretly lays out minefields.

Once the brothers of the assault squad and the blasting team rushed up, they would definitely be thrown off their feet by the bombers, but what they didn't expect was that this time, Yang Ling and the others would let the artillery clear the obstacles and discover the minefield in advance.

The soil kicked up by the explosion turned into scorched black, billowing thick smoke covered an area of ​​hundreds of meters and spread towards the surroundings, and the air was full of the smell of burning.

The sight of the brothers of the assault squad and the blasting team lying on the front was blocked by the billowing black smoke, and they couldn't see clearly the situation of the devil's position.

But they pulled the bolt one by one, panting heavily, waiting for the cannon to stop.

In just a few breaths, the sound of the mortar blasting stopped suddenly, and apart from the slowly flowing black smoke, the world became eerily silent.

"Brothers! Go up and kill the devil!" The hoarse voice of the battalion commander suddenly rang out, breaking the silence.

"Come on! Kill the devil!" Shouts echoed from the entire trench.

The brothers of the assault squad and the demolition team quickly climbed out of the trench, divided into more than a dozen fast forward black arrows, and plunged into the rolling black smoke, causing the black smoke to accelerate and stir up.

"Da da da da-"

"Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng -"

In the thick black gunpowder smoke, a heart-pounding sound suddenly sounded, and the devil soldiers hiding in the trenches also heard the shocking cry, and were frantically pouring bullets into the gunpowder smoke.

The bullets swept over like raindrops, hitting airtightly, a fire assault squad charging in front hit the fierce chain of fire head-on, and fell down in a mess.

"Machine gun cover!" The company commander rolled to avoid two ferocious ballistic trajectories, and yelled while throwing grenades forward.

The machine gun group that Mao rushed forward quickly lay down on the ground, with his shoulders against the butt of the gun, and pulled the trigger at the devil's machine gun position that was spitting out flames.

Faced with a series of bullets, the Devil's machine gunner leaned out half of his body and fired wildly. His upper body was smashed to pieces in an instant, blood mist mixed with minced meat splashed everywhere.

But the devil's deputy shooter moved away the rotten corpse, quickly turned the gun, and returned fire condescendingly.

The bouncing bullets hit the fluffy soil and flew around. Seeing the ballistic trajectory extending, the brothers who were changing the clips seemed to be rolling sideways with their machine guns in their arms.

Taking advantage of this gap, the brothers in charge of the assault rushed in quickly along the gap opened by the mortar.

"Boom—boom—"

The devil's shells also fell and exploded among the charging crowd. Broken guns and mutilated limbs swirled into the sky, and the blood mist filled the air.

A brother's neck was slashed open by the explosion, and the bright red blood gushed out like a spring. He covered his neck in pain and rolled over in the place, and another shell fell, completely blowing up.

"Brothers! Go!"

The artillery shells continued to fall on the side, and the minced meat and mud from the explosion covered the whole body like rain. The company commander in charge of the assault saw that the front was empty, and the brothers in the assault squad were all reimbursed. He yelled again.

The brothers in the front all fell down in disorder, and the brothers in the back continued to rush forward stepping on the blood and corpses. They used the squad as a small assault group, alternately covering and leaping forward.