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

The platoon leader stuffed the last bit of cold and hard dry food into his mouth, and asked with a smile: "Why, can't hold on anymore?"

The brother nodded embarrassingly and said: "The cooking class doesn't know how to send some food up, so it's not a problem to suffer like this."

The platoon leader looked at this "veteran" brother who had been in the army for less than a few weeks, and smiled: "Where is this? Find a way to get it from the devil after you’re hungry.”

Compared with the veteran platoon leaders who have fought countless vicious battles with the devils, these brothers who have joined the army for only a week or two have become "veterans" after fighting a few battles, but they still lack battlefield experience.

"Platoon leader, there is movement!" Just as the two were talking in a low voice, another brother suddenly interrupted their words.

The platoon leader was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed the gun that was placed next to him in his hand, quickly fired the gun, climbed to the edge of the crater, poked out half of his head and carefully looked out.

In the wafting damp mist, a few little devils are like ghosts, cats with their waists down, covering each other and touching each other.

"The devil is coming, whoever still has a grenade, give me one." The platoon leader retracted his head into the crater and said in a low voice.

The two sides fought in a daze all night. Although the Chinese officers and soldiers were still guarding the various positions, they were running out of ammunition.

"I still have one here." The brother who climbed into the crater before hurriedly took out a grenade from his open pocket and handed it over.

The platoon leader unscrewed the bottom cover of the wooden-handled grenade familiarly, and the other three lying in the crater fired their guns and put their bayonets on the bayonet mounts.

Although the devils had deliberately slowed down their steps, they could still hear the sound of approaching footsteps. They clenched their rifles tightly, and their breathing became short of breath.

The wretched figures of the devils loomed in the mist. The number of devils who came over was not many, only five. They put their guns on their shoulders and began to infiltrate silently. The mist provided them with excellent cover.

The platoon leader estimated the distance from the devils, and seeing that it was almost there, he fired the grenade and threw it out viciously.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded in the mist, and the two devils who were moving forward were turned over in the flames of the explosion, and howled miserably.

"Come on! Kill them!" The body of the veteran platoon leader jumped up from the crater, and rushed towards the other ghosts who were still in shock.

The other three brothers did not hesitate at all, and rushed out of the crater right behind the platoon leader, pulling the trigger on the devil while charging.

In the clearing fog, muffled gunshots rang out suddenly, and the two sides fired almost face to face. One brother was shot in the thigh and fell down, but their bullets also knocked down two devils.

They were so close that there was no time to fire a second shot. Under the leadership of the platoon leader, they collided fiercely with another devil.

The experienced platoon leader swung the devil's bayonet away with his bayonet, and his unabated burly body slammed into the devil's body fiercely, causing the devil to stagger.

Before the devil regained his footing, another brother who rushed up had already plunged the bayonet into the devil's back with a puff. The devil let out a scream and was knocked to the ground by the butt of his gun.

The two brothers who were following also quickly and neatly stabbed each of the remaining devils who fell to the ground, ending the devil's wailing.

"withdraw!"

The veteran platoon leader snatched the bullets, rations and rifles from the devil nimbly, and ran quickly towards a bombed and half-collapsed bunker.

They dealt with the five devils in a flash and took away their belongings, but the gunshots and screams immediately attracted a string of bullets.

"Da da da--"

In the invisible fog, the devil's machine gun howled, and the bullets pierced through the fog with a roar, and came straight towards them.

"Puff!" The floating soil hit by the bullets kept jumping up, chasing their buttocks all the way to the half-collapsed bunker.

And the devil's machine gun also attracted a machine gun from a defender's bunker to fire back. The muzzle of the gun sprayed a long tongue of flame in the mist, and the scorching bullet passed through the wet weapon, bringing out a white trajectory visible to the naked eye.

The devil wanted to take advantage of the cover of the fog to launch an infiltration attack again, but the entire defense line was tightly guarded by the Chinese officers and soldiers, and all the efforts of the devil were in vain.

The machine guns of both sides stopped after only firing a round of bullets, and they both held their machine guns and moved their positions.

As soon as the machine gunners on both sides left, mortars and grenadiers rumbled and blasted their original positions to the point where they were scorched.

The silenced gunfire sounded again intensively on the battlefield, as if there was a tacit understanding, and everyone fired at the same time.

One after another grenades and grenades staggered in the air and flew towards the opponent's hiding place. Some collided and exploded in mid-air, and black smoke rose from the explosion.

There were also small groups of small troops shooting at each other in the mist and colliding with each other. With a bang, the shouting and killing stopped abruptly, leaving limbs and fragments all over the ground.

The attempt of the devil's small army to infiltrate the defense line failed. The positions held by the Chinese officers and soldiers seemed to have been bombed beyond recognition, but it was like a huge trap, constantly devouring the devil's life.

The defense line of the Chinese army was eerily quiet in the mist, but as soon as the devil made any move, there would be a series of bullets immediately, forcing the devil to retreat.

The number of people blocking the devils each time is not, only a few rifles or a machine gun, the two wings are still quiet, but once the devils want to break through forcefully, bullets will rain from different directions.

The defense of the Chinese army made the devils very crazy, because they could not judge the point of fire in front of them, because the opponent moved away when they hit, and if they continued to move forward, bullets would fly from another direction.

Faced with these firepower strike points that were always in motion, the devil's precise artillery strikes lost their effect, and the infantry alone could not break through, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Body 6 Chapter [-] Riding a Tiger is Difficult

The undulating hills and vegetation had been burned clean by the devil's sulfur incendiary bombs, and they were bare and scorched black, and there were bare rocks under the scorched wooden piles.

On the battlefield with a radius of five or six kilometers, criss-crossing trenches, bunkers and undulating mountains cut the battlefield in a mess.

On this complex battlefield, the defense lines of both sides were intertwined, and many commanding heights on the hills were taken away by the devils under the cover of artillery fire.

But once night falls, a commando team composed of Chinese officers and soldiers will regain these lost positions, and the two sides have been exchanging fire day and night.

The devils' several large-scale strong attacks were repelled. Fighting in a low mountainous area like Wushimen, every mountain has become a nightmare for the devils.

Even for a large-scale attack, they had to send a large number of troops to fight for these hills, because they were like time bombs, and if they were not cleaned up, they would be stabbed at some point.

Every large-scale attack of the devils was consumed in this battle for the hills, and their progress was slow, almost moving forward step by step.

But when they were driven back to the starting position of the previous day's attack in the early morning of the next day, this made the devil officers almost go crazy, so another attack began.

Although the devil soldiers are well-trained and have higher tactical literacy than the Chinese officers and soldiers, they are exhausted after such endless tossing and consumption, and their combat effectiveness is seriously weakened.

The head of the 106th Division, Matsuura Junrokuro, had to change his tactics and mobilize elite combat forces to start the battle, hoping to break through the Chinese army's defense line.

However, the Chinese officers and soldiers who have been added to the army for only a few weeks have grown up in the flames of war and have been able to fight independently in a systematic way.

They nestled in groups of three or four and were able to deal enough damage to the little devil, forcing the little devil to restrain his arrogance, and he had to be careful in every attack, because he didn't know where he came from. A bullet could kill them.

The head of the 106th Division, Matsuura Junrokuro, was at the end of his rope. Whether it was a frontal attack, a night attack, a side attack, or a bombardment, they all failed.

The several kilometers long Chinese army defense line is like an iron wall. Although it was blown up in a mess, his troops were still unable to break through.

The two sides fell into a stalemate at Wushimen and Yongfeng Bridge. Like the Jinguanqiao battlefield on the Nanxun line a month ago, Matsuura Junrokuro once again fell into a bitter battle with no hope of breakthrough.

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot sounded, and Luo Wencai's shoulders were numb from the force from the butt of the gun.

A ghost soldier who carefully poked his head out to observe was shot in the head, and fell heavily on his back in the trench. The bullet smashed his head, and his helmet looked like it was filled with red and white rotten tofu.