"That old devil Takeuchi is on top today."
Inside the Yu Division headquarters, Liao Mingyu was closely watching the situation along the river with a telescope. The Japanese shelling continued, but compared to the morning, the density and frequency of their shelling were gradually decreasing.
"Signal Corps! Contact the guard camp immediately and ask how the situation is at Zhongba Beach."
"yes!"
The situation upstream is now serious. Wounded soldiers are constantly being transported from the front. Yu Division's field hospital is already full of wounded. Liao Mingyu has to ask the veterinarian's medical company to come with him to help.
Liao Mingyu finally asked Dong Dao to rush over with the guard battalion. He looked at Yu Xiaoqing next to him, who had a livid face and said nothing, and couldn't help but sigh.
Division Yu is now suffering heavy casualties. The entire third regiment has been basically wiped out, and the two main regiments directly in front of them are not doing well either.
The Japanese army deployed three brigades on the sewer line position and launched attacks in batches from several directions. The artillery on both sides was in full swing bombarding each other's infantry. However, Division Yu's artillery battalion was obviously in a passive state and was severely suppressed by the Japanese army.
Meng Fanlie, Xing Fuquan and others led the second battalion of the Sichuan Army and cooperated with the two main regiments of the Yu Division in a bloody battle on the front line of Jiang Defense. They had lost count of how many Japanese attacks they had repelled. But the entire sewer line position is still like an iron plate, which cannot be shaken even if Japan gnaws at it.
"Lao Meng, there are not many bullets here in the Second Company. Do you have any more?" Xing Fuquan hunched over and hurriedly ran to Meng Fan's side during the gap between the Japanese attacks.
"There are not many three or four companies left. His uncle needs it from Yu Xiaoqing's troops. The young master is doing part-time work for him. Shouldn't they give him some wages?"
Meng Fan shook the dust off his body and said displeasedly with a grimace. His eyes slowly glanced at Zhang Lixian not far away.
Fortunately, the two main regiments of Yu Division were at the front. The second battalion only had to make up for the holes in the position and maintain the stability of the entire defense line.
From morning to now, I have been playing for 5.6 hours. The bullets are almost running out, but the little Japanese on the other side are still attacking non-stop. Aren't you really tired?
…
The situation at the launch line was relatively stable, but the situation in the direction of Zhongba Beach was a sea of blood.
The Japanese army launched a third wave of attacks. This time the intensity of the Japanese attacks was much higher than the previous two. Chen Jize and the others had an extremely difficult time fighting.
Fortunately, with the support of Mi Long and Cui Yong, Li Bing led Yu Xiaoqing's guard battalion and Fan Xiangwu's 300 people also entered the battlefield.
Their firepower was able to suppress the Japanese army. The barrage of more than twenty heavy machine guns blocked the entire beach. The terrifying power and range made the Japanese flee.
Li Liansheng's artillery battalion behind them was also constantly outputting firepower. The Japanese army's third attack never reached within 50 meters of the Sichuan Army's position.
Seeing that they could not attack for a long time, the Japanese army became ruthless. The artillery shells from behind hit the Zhongba Beach position crazily, and the Japanese charged desperately despite their own artillery fire, regardless of casualties. This time the casualties of the Sichuan Army soldiers soared.
"Thump thump thump... thump thump thump thump...!"
Milong held the M2 heavy machine gun in both hands and kept firing at the yellow figures in front of him. He was fascinated by the huge firepower of Lao Ganma, and now he had no time to play Czech style. There were shell casings piled on the ground under the machine gun. He couldn't remember how many little Japs he had killed.
"Barrel! Change the barrel!"
Milong roared loudly, looking at the slightly red barrel of the gun under the continuous shooting, he realized that he could no longer continue shooting.
The two assistant shooters immediately picked up the new barrel from the side, one dismantled and the other installed it. As soon as I put the new barrel in place, several rapid bullets were suddenly fired from the front of the array!
"Whoosh...whoosh"
"Ding! Puff puff puff..."
Milong hurriedly lowered his head and lay in the trench.
The soldier who changed the barrel of the gun was shot in the head. The bullet penetrated his helmet crisply and fell down without saying a word.
Another soldier was shot three or four times in a row, and his chest was bloody and bloody.
"Oh shit!"
"Doubian? Doubian! You little bastard, stop pretending to be dead and hurry up and help me move the machine gun!"
Lao Gan Ma really attracts hatred. This firepower point has been targeted by the little devils. If you don't hurry up and move away, the opponent's artillery shells will come over later.
"coming!"
Doubi, who was huddled in the corner of the trench, quickly crawled over. The bloody scenes on the battlefield frightened the little guy, but when he heard the cry of the mysterious dragon, he still rushed over.
"call out…"
Just as Milong was about to remove the machine gun from the gun mount, he suddenly heard the sound of a burst of artillery shells.
"Get out of the way!"
Without any time to think, he pushed Doubian who was moving the bracket, but he didn't have time to lie down.
"Boom!" A mortar shell exploded in front of the machine gun. The M2 heavy machine gun was blown into two pieces, and he was also blown away like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground!
Doubiang escaped the disaster. He didn't care about his cheek that was scratched by the gravel, and rushed to Milong's side, crawling on the ground.
"Brother Milong? Wake up, Brother Milong... wuwu."
The upper body of the Mysterious Dragon on the ground was charred black, his eyes were closed tightly and his face was covered in blood. No matter how much he shook, he did not react. Doubi was so frightened that he could only cry and cry.
"Brother!" Yangdanzi, who was firing a cold gun not far away, also saw this scene and hurriedly ran over.
Seeing the unconscious Mi Long, Yang Danzi was very anxious, but he noticed the slightly rising chest and hurriedly leaned down to explore the Mi Long's breath.
"Brother is still angry! Stop fucking crying and send him to the back!" He slapped Doubiang on the face and Yang Danzi shouted at him.
The two of them worked together to raise the dragon on the ground. The bullets banged on the sandbags beside the trenches, and they could only walk through the traffic trenches with difficulty, hunched over.
Doubian was so strong that he directly carried Milong on his back. Yangdanzi shouted loudly: "Medical soldiers! Are there any more medics!?"
…
As the battle continues, the casualties on both sides are getting higher and higher. The Sichuan Army's consumption is also very huge. The ammunition has been dwarfed by comparison, and the firepower is obviously not as fierce as it was at the beginning.
A prostrate Japanese soldier saw the right opportunity, quickly got up and rushed forward, but Chen Jize, who was lying on the trench dozens of meters away, had already aimed at him.
"Touch!" The flying bullet hit his chest instantly, and the Japanese soldier fell to the ground lifeless with a plop.
One shot knocked him down. Without looking, Chen Jize immediately leaned over and pulled the bolt of the gun. "Hey!" The yellow bullet shell ejected, but there was nothing in his magazine.
"Bullets! Who still has bullets!?"
Chen Jize looked around. Several firepower points in the distance had long been extinguished. Most of the surrounding soldiers were huddled in the trenches. Every now and then, they would poke their heads out and fire a shot. Even Li Liansheng's artillery battalion at the rear had stopped shelling. The soldiers' ammunition There's not much left!
The Japanese were not much better. There were corpses everywhere on the beach, broken remains were everywhere, and there were even more corpses floating on the river in the distance. The shoals on the shore seem to have been stained red with blood...
The Japanese in front of the formation were still trying to charge forward. Their offense was also tired, but they still persevered in making their last effort.
Both sides gritted their teeth and tightened their nerves. They were holding back their strength and refused to relax. They were about to overwhelm the other's last will to resist!
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