The dark night is quiet and eerie, the mountain wind howls coldly, and from time to time you can hear the rustling of leaves in the wind.
It is now around 3 o'clock in the morning, and the night is thick, like dark, cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, covering the sky and the earth.
It was extremely quiet in front of the stone formation in the middle of the mountain. Except for the unnoticed corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground, there seemed to be no living things.
At this moment... suddenly a black shadow passed over the mound, but the silence on the battlefield was so terrifying that it was impossible to see what it was, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything.
Following the black shadow, countless figures appeared behind them. They emerged from the corridor behind some shrubs or mounds of earth and were groping forward cautiously. Except for the soft rustling of footsteps, no one made any other noise.
The dark night gave them excellent cover. There was no movement on the position fifty meters away, as if the enemies were asleep at this moment.
"Boom! Boom!"
Just when they thought the night attack was about to succeed, two balls of fire broke out in the team, and several little devils were blown to the ground, clutching their lower bodies and howling in pain.
"Don't you feel bad when you cut off your son and destroy Sun Lei? Give me a beating!" Fan Xiangwu, who was lying in the trench, shouted excitedly,
"Da da da da da...!"
Countless heads suddenly appeared in the originally quiet position, and the sound of gunfire was heard endlessly. The defenders in Banshanshi had been waiting for a long time, and the sudden density of bullets was shot at the Japanese soldiers in the darkness like splashing ink.
"Hey, little devil, try the feast grandpa prepared for you."
Hong Mu, who was leaning behind the fortification, pressed the detonator push rod as hard as he could. A mushroom cloud instantly exploded thirty or forty meters outside the position, and the unsuspecting little Japanese suffered heavy casualties.
The little Japs in the front row fell down in pieces like wheat, while the people in the back lay on the ground in a panic and surfed the Internet, trying to avoid bullets in the darkness.
But what made them despair was that two flares suddenly rose from behind the rock in the middle of the mountain. Under the dark red light, there was nowhere to hide. In an instant, the little devil's liver and gallbladder were bursting when he was exposed to the fire.
Hong Mu and the others placed a large number of mines and explosives in front of the position, and deliberately let them wait until they reached the root, waiting for the uninformed little Japanese to dig into their pockets.
The artillery at the back was very busy, and the mortars were firing hard at the little devils. The Krupps on the flag-offering slope were bombarding the shooting circles that had been marked early.
The Japanese army also concentrated their few grenade mortars for use. Regardless of whether they could see clearly or not, they just needed to explode in that direction.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
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White phosphorus bombs exploded into a fog, high-explosive grenades exploded in the soil and splashed mud pillars several meters high, and tracer bullets flew randomly in the air, like flaming snakes roaring towards those fragile lives.
The flares in the sky brought dawn early, and the smoke bombs brought dawn back to night...
"He Shuguang...change defense, change defense!" The casualties continued to rise, and Fan Xiangwu had to ask the brothers in the front row to step back and take a breather.
"Here we come! Brothers of the second regiment, follow me!"
He Shuguang, who had been lying in the second trench, waved his hand and led the soldiers forward without hesitation.
The bloody battle continued. Nantianmen seemed to have become a sea of bombs, and the Japanese attacking under the artillery fire were like crazy, charging forward fearlessly. The stalemate battlefield was even worse than during the day.
Long Wenwen on the top of the mountain was not idle either. Taking advantage of the chaos, he asked the soldiers to bring out their machine guns and shoot randomly at the bottom of the hillside.
The 37mm rapid-fire cannon was also pushed to the door. Long Wenwen personally operated the cannon to greet the little devils on the opposite side and looked like he was about to attack.
The Japanese who didn't know the details didn't dare to be careless, because they didn't know exactly how many Chinese people were in the tree fort. Takeuchi quickly asked the fourth brigade to prepare a defense to guard against Long Wenwen and the others coming down the mountain.
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"Yu Xiaoqing! What's going on? Why are your troops still on the west bank?"
Zhong Bin was furious. He was awakened by the fierce sound of fighting. He spent a long time observing the east bank. Finally, he discovered that the 2nd Regiment of the Yu Division, the guards, and the more than 3,000 people from the spy camp who were supposed to be back were still on the other bank, and were fighting with them at this moment. The Japanese fought hard.
"That shouldn't be the case. I issued an order long ago for them to withdraw to the east coast immediately. Why..."
Yu Xiaoqing had an expression that said, "I don't know anything." She immediately called for a communications soldier in front of Zhong Bin, pretending to be furious:
"Contact the West Bank troops immediately! Ask who gave them such courage!"
"yes!"
It's just that the communication soldier shouted on the radio for a long time but couldn't get any response.
"Why not?" Zhong Bin asked sharply from the side.
This made the communications soldier sweat like rain, and he quickly said: "Sir...sir, I don't know why, but the radio contact can't be reached."
"Useless things!"
While reprimanding the communications soldiers, Yu Xiaoqing explained to Zhong Bin softly: "Don't worry, Junzuo. I will immediately arrange for people to cross the river to deliver the message. The retreat order must be sent to them!"
Zhong Bin looked very ugly. The battle had reached this point. Can he still deliver the order? I'm afraid this Yu Xiaoqing did something for her and deliberately put on a show to watch.
"Humph, what kind of army is this? Ah!? You can't even obey the orders of your own commander, and you, Yu Xiaoqing, can't even obey your orders. This division commander is really promising."
Zhong Bin deliberately said sarcastically with a cold face, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Wasn't this an indirect scolding of himself.
"Yes, yes, Junzuo taught you the right lesson. It was my dereliction of duty. Xiaoqing is not talented and learned, and he did not restrain his subordinates properly. I am really a waste. I hope Junzuo can forgive me."
The petty Zhong Bin felt even more uncomfortable after hearing these words, and gave Yu Xiaoqing a hard look. Good boy! He is so mean-spirited when he curses people. He is indeed the same as the leader of the Sichuan Army Corps!
Yu Xiaoqing lowered his head and humbly admitted his mistake, but no one noticed the slightly raised corners of his mouth. After staying with this bastard Liao Mingyu for a long time, he also received a lot of influence from the latter.
He gave He Shuguang only one order, which was to shut down all radio stations, cut off all contact with the east coast, and obey the Sichuan Army's dispatch for the remaining combat orders.
He must obey Zhong Bin's orders, otherwise it will give Zhong Bin a reason to remove his command authority. But there are policies and countermeasures, and at least there are still a group of students who regard him as a god on the West Bank.
Yu Xiaoqing could no longer command the troops on the west bank. The only thing he could do was to let He Shuguang and the others stay on the east bank to help the Sichuan Army in its final counterattack.
Yu Xiaoqing looked calmly in the direction of Jiqi Slope, thinking silently in her heart: Liao Mingyu, I can only help you so far, it's up to you whether you can succeed.
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