Meng Fan was still lying on the artillery mirror to observe the situation in front of the position, when he suddenly felt someone behind him stabbing his lower back.
"Excuse me! Something's wrong. I found a lot of little Toyangs on the frontier!"
I turned around and saw that it was not spicy. This guy was covered in mud, like yam eggs dug out of the ground.
"Don't fucking poke me, I saw it!"
Meng Fanxiao slapped his hand away angrily, rubbing his chin and thinking about what to do next.
It seemed that the Japanese attack was bound to succeed, and with only the few hundred men left in hand, they had no confidence in holding the position.
"It's not spicy, how many landmines do we have left?"
"Not many, but there are still a lot of explosives and grenades."
"As soon as the bombardment stops, the Japanese will come up. You ask the brothers to bury all the mines and explosive grenades on the position. I will get them all with ropes to make booby traps, and give them a big meal!" Meng Annoyed, he ordered in a deep voice.
"Ah? Then we have to give up our position?" Bu La looked at him in confusion.
"There is no need to be stubborn in fighting. We have been fighting the Japanese on the battlefield for more than three days. It is time to move away."
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Ten minutes later, the Japanese artillery fire gradually became sparse and stopped completely. The Japanese soldiers who had been waiting in front of the position for a long time launched a charge with shouts.
The theoretical safety limit for infantry and artillery coordination is generally around 150 to 300 meters. The limit for large-caliber howitzers is even greater, because it is necessary to prevent damage from shrapnel, shock waves, and artillery projectile impact errors. If the soldiers rush too fast or the artillery has no time to coordinate the conversion, Then it will become one's own people beating oneself.
However, it is often impossible to be so precise on the battlefield, and some elite troops even dare to let the infantry enter within a hundred meters of the artillery range, charging with the artillery shells alive.
During the Anti-Japanese War, the anxious Japanese often did this kind of thing. After the artillery bombardment started, they let their own infantry get as close as possible to the enemy's position. They didn't care about the infantry's life or death, or how close they could get. There were even Japanese soldiers standing on their side. Human artillery fire rushed into a range of 50 meters.
However, it is also very easy for one's own artillery fire to cause accidental damage. However, the deterrent effect on the enemy is quite huge. The soldiers in the position are often still in a state of being surrounded by artillery shells. After the shelling is over, they are killed by the enemy before they can react. He rushed into the position and strangled him.
Kikuta made up his mind and invested almost all his troops. His purpose was to take advantage of the Chinese people's fatigue to capture the Shuangfeng Mountain position in one fell swoop.
The charge went very smoothly after it was launched. The Japanese soldiers in the vanguard rushed into the position effortlessly. To their surprise, there was not a single Chinese in the position.
"Rhonda? What's going on?"
"Be alert! Spread out!"
boom!
Someone hit the jackpot before they even took two steps into the position. An explosive package with accompanying wires was detonated, and the steel balls and nails wrapped in it flew everywhere. On the spot, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were blown beyond recognition.
Two kilograms of TNT explosives are no joke. The explosion shock wave covered a fifty-meter radius, and all humanoid creatures within the range were not spared.
This explosion seemed to have caused a chain reaction. The other Japanese soldiers hurriedly looked for cover, but in the panic they couldn't help but stepped on the thunder again. For a while, there were explosions on the position, mixed with the screams of the little Japanese, and the scene became extremely chaotic.
At this time, Meng Fanlie had already led his soldiers to retreat to the front of the Lashio military camp and continued to deploy defense lines along the mountains on both sides.
The soldiers had been fighting for three days and three nights. Everyone was tired and exhausted, and they had not slept for more than three hours. Even food was in short supply, and they were almost at the end of their tether.
But there is no way, Lashio must be defended, otherwise all the efforts made from the beginning and the sacrifice of so many soldiers will be in vain.
The minefields on Shuangfeng Mountain also failed to stop the Japanese army for long. After paying the price of dozens of casualties, the little devils did not dare to risk their lives to explore the way, and instead took a detour from the side. Although it took a lot of time, at least Better than safety.
"Report! There are Japanese skirmishers on the right wing!"
"Report! A large number of little Japs were found in the southwest and are attacking our unit!"
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Before they had time to take a breath, the reports from the front raised everyone's hearts in their throats again. The soldiers endured physical fatigue and entered their respective positions.
"Have you not contacted Long Wenzhang yet?"
"Report to the leader, the radio did not detect their signal."
"His uncle is dead, where is this grandson now!?" Meng Fan was so angry that he cursed his mother and kept cursing someone who disappeared.
Bu La touched the empty ammunition bag and saw that there was no grenade left on him. He took out the remaining dozen bullets and looked at them. He shook his head and silently took off the bayonet and installed it on the rifle.
"Whoever has 6.5 bullets left, please give me some!"
"No need."
"Can I give you three?"
"What the hell! How can you say three?"
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Milong took the empty machine gun magazine and went around looking for it, but where could he get ammunition? On average, each person had less than ten rounds left in his pocket.
This was their last inventory, and they still had to face the difficult battle ahead. Everyone seemed so powerless.
Meng Fangliao, who was attentive, discovered the clues. If this emotion was allowed to spread, the morale of the entire army would slowly drain away. Perhaps the collapse would only happen in an instant. This was the last thing he wanted to see.
"Brothers! We just received news that the reinforcements assigned by the counselor have arrived outside Lashio. As long as we hold on for a few more hours, the little devil will have to run away!"
"I know you are tired, but everyone must understand how difficult it is for us to get to this point. It was all paid for by the lives of countless comrades."
"For no other reason than for those brothers who died in the battle, we have to kill a few more Japanese dwarves to avenge them!"
Meng Fanglia loudly encouraged his morale, but most of the soldiers still looked at him expressionlessly, with numb and dazed expressions. Only they knew whether they believed it or not.
In fact, the telegraph operator was blown to pieces yesterday, and even the only telegraph machine was destroyed. Now he had no idea whether support had arrived.
Judging from the current situation, the first main force group has been disabled. The team of more than 2,000 people now has less than 500 left, and there are still about a hundred wounded lying in the back with their lives uncertain.
In fact, those who survive to this day are all battlefield veterans who have experienced countless battles. Needless to say, they all know what the outcome will be like, but people are more or less willing to believe in hope, even if this hope is So slim.
Thinking of this, Meng Fangli couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness. He was holding on to a bit of luck, but in the end he still couldn't wait for support. Could it be that...Did Shen Zuo really give up on them?
Damn it, just die! Meng Fanglia took off his military cap and threw it to the ground. Looking at the people with different expressions in front of him, he roared again with righteous indignation:
"If any of you want to leave, I won't stop you. If you choose to stay, I admire you! But one thing you have to understand is that I will only die in front of you and will never run in front of you!"
The soldiers were all shaken by these words and were silent for a moment... One of them, a veteran who looked to be in his forties, walked out with a gun in his hand and silently gave a military salute.
I originally thought he was the first person who wanted to escape, but unexpectedly he said sonorously and forcefully:
"Don't talk about the captain, actually we all know... Don't worry, there are no cowards here who are afraid of death, only veterans of the Sichuan Army who died in battle!"
Although he didn't say much, his words were heart-warming. From his eyes, you could see the burning unyielding fire, which also represented the will of most of the warriors present.
"That's right! Mo Laitou, the worst possible thing is to cross the Naihe Bridge again."
"Hmph! If anyone wants to run away, ask me if I have the machine gun in my hand first!"
"If you want to leave, you go. Anyway, I, Zhang Laoliu, must not run away..."
"The regiment has never lost a battle since it formed an army, and this time is no exception! If the devil wants our lives, he will have to find a good mouth!"
The soldiers were ready for a fierce battle, and they were ready to move forward again. After hearing the soldiers' heartfelt words, Meng Fanlai felt that his eyes were a little moist.
Even in the most difficult moments, soldiers and soldiers must work together to face difficulties and never take a step back even to death. This is the greatest spirit of the Chinese nation.
"Okay! Brothers, what are you afraid of even if you die? How can you say that you have no clothes and share the same clothes with me!" Meng Fanlai raised his arms and shouted. At this time, the morale of the group had reached its peak.
"How can I live without clothes and share the same robe with my son!!!"
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Kikuchi thought he would be able to sit back and relax after taking the Shuangfeng Mountain position, but when he found out that instead of running away, the enemy continued to set up defenses behind the mountain, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood. How could these Chinese people be so resistant?
Even now, he still continues to hold on. He really can’t shed tears without seeing the coffin. Kikuchi immediately ordered the troops to reorganize their forces, and even sent Chief of Staff Kimura to the front line to command the battle. This group of sick men of East Asia who don’t know the heights and heights of the sky will be wiped out. .
"Kill!"
The brief calm passed quickly. The Japanese army did not give Meng Fanxia and the others much time to prepare, and the two sides launched a fierce battle again.
Because there is Shuangfeng Mountain in front of them, the Japanese artillery is temporarily unable to be used. This can be regarded as giving a group of soldiers a chance to breathe.
However, even so, the battle situation was still severe. The lack of ammunition forced them to put the little Japs within fifty meters before shooting. This also greatly exposed their own personnel to the enemy's eyes, and the cost of casualties was very heavy.
Meng FanLe could only lead his soldiers to retreat while fighting, using the terrain as a detour space, and even risked his life to pick up the guns and ammunition from the Japanese corpses.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, the two hillsides in front of the military camp were cleared by the Japanese army. Meng Fan had no choice but to retreat to the Lashio Warehouse...
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the Lashio Warehouse position fell, and Bula was injured by a Japanese grenade. In order to avoid the risk of being surrounded, Meng Fanglia once again led his remaining troops to retreat to the train station area to continue dealing with the Japanese army...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the team was almost completely out of bullets. As a last resort, the soldiers had to start a brutal hand-to-hand battle with the Japs. Milong was also stabbed in the ribs during the battle...
At this time, Long Wenwen finally appeared with dozens of people. They attacked the Japanese center from the flanks and beat the attacking Japs so hard that they couldn't see each other and finally had no choice but to retreat again.
But everyone knows that this is only temporary. The Japanese still have a large military advantage, and the next wave of attacks will come soon.
The two groups of people gathered here and quickly cleaned the battlefield and gathered ammunition. Meng Fanxiao then discovered that Long Wenwen and the others were not in good condition. The original strength of a company was only sixty or seventy, and most of them were dead. He was wounded and didn't have many bullets.
Originally, Long Wenwen planned to secretly lead people to Duanjiazi headquarters while Meng Fangli was restraining the main force of the Japanese army. However, although the experienced Kikuchi sent most of the troops, he still left an infantry squadron and logistics support beside him. At a glance, there are at least four to five hundred people accompanying them.
Long Wenwen realized that it would be difficult to successfully implement the beheading plan with just the dozens of exhausted and ammunition-short remnant soldiers around him, so he decisively gave up the action and turned back to support.
When it was almost six o'clock, the last remaining group of more than 200 people huddled in the southwest corner of the train station, and dozens of wounded were lying in a warehouse where supplies were stored.
The Japanese army slowly surrounded the train station. They knew that this group of Chinese people were just turtles in a urn, so they were not in a hurry to attack, and even began to persuade them to surrender like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Listen up to the Chinese people inside, immediately lay down your weapons and surrender to the Imperial Japanese Army! Only in this way will you have a chance to survive!"
A Japanese soldier with a male duck voice was shouting into the station with a loudspeaker. The soldiers were extremely disgusted and felt sick listening to this half-baked Chinese.
"I say it again, put down your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise you will all have to..."
"bump!"
The gunfire rang out, and the male duck's voice suddenly stopped. The Japanese soldier tilted his head, widened his eyes and reluctantly went to see Amaterasu. He really didn't expect that he would be shot in the head even though he was hiding in such a hidden place in the corner.
With one hit, Zhang Liu, who was on the distant roof, sneered and immediately turned over.
If you still have a chance to survive, I believe you are the only one who has a ghost... Everyone is a sensible person, and everyone who doesn't know the virtue of the little devil thinks the same thing. If they really surrender, what awaits them will only be a more cruel hell.
"Hey, bother, Xiao Dongyang is calling for surrender..."
The weak Bu La lay with his head up on the sandbag, and at this time he still kept talking nonsense with a playful smile.
One of his legs was scratched by shrapnel. Although it had been bandaged with gauze, bright red blood still seeped out bit by bit through the gauze.
"I told you to stop saying a few words, don't your feet hurt anymore?" Kaname cursed angrily on the side, but at this last moment, he chose to stay with his good brother without hesitation.
"I'm in need of numbness. Go find me a grenade. I won't be able to care about the fight later. Do you want it?"
Bu La was still smiling, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
"Son, you have so many things to do..."
Kaname couldn't understand what he meant. Although he was cursing, he still took out a Japanese melon grenade from his body and handed it over: "This is what I left for myself. Just ask for it. You won't need it if you rush out anyway." …”
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