"Retreat!" After Gao Yidao saw that the large group of people had left for a while, he shouted to the back. Twenty or thirty soldiers came back alternately, supporting each other, and several of them were defeated.
The Japanese attacked more fiercely, firing continuously with crooked machine guns and throwing grenades at the narrow position on the Eighth Route. The explosions filled the mountain road with smoke and debris.
Gao Yidao was leaning on his rifle, his stabbing knife stuck diagonally on the ground, his body pressed against the mountain wall, and he walked cautiously south. Seeing this, two soldiers next to him stepped forward to help him, lifted him up and ran south quickly.
Gao Yidao used the explosion and flash of the grenade thrown by the Japanese to see several corpses of the blocking soldiers left on the ground. The Japanese rifles fired in the distance, and the muzzle flashes flickered in all directions.
Soldiers kept falling down and being bitten tightly by the Japs. The remaining soldiers would occasionally throw a grenade at the Japs to slow down the Japs' advance.
Unfortunately, the Japs were not afraid of death and followed up with alternate fire. Gao Yidao was furious and pushed away a soldier who was supporting him. He took out a grenade, rounded his arms, and threw it in the direction of the Japs' pursuit. The grenade was too big. The movement affected the wounds that had not fully healed, making him grin, and he ran eastward while being supported by two soldiers.
Boom...the deafening sound shook the dark night of the mountain village.
It only slightly delayed the pace of the Japs' attack, but a large number of Japs pressed hard on them. The Second Company could only run south amidst the arrogant rain of bullets.
Finally, they slowly approached the top of the mountain ridge. After climbing up, they stopped. A dozen soldiers lay on the mountain ridge and took advantage of the favorable terrain to organize a second line of defense.
Gao Yidao did not have time to count the number of soldiers, who were missing nearly half of the soldiers. He made several gestures to the crawling Captain Lu, indicating that he was ready to fire. Then he took out another grenade, moved his arm, hesitated, and gave the grenade to the soldier beside him.
The Japanese pursued very quickly, advancing along the rugged mountain road under the moonlight to a distance of thirty meters from the mountain ridge. The soldiers lying in ambush on the mountain ridge did not fire.
"Drop bombs!" Following the order, two grenades were thrown out from the mountain ridge. Two loud bangs were heard from the crowd of Japs. The Japs who were charging towards Shanliang Mountain fell down, and two of them were knocked down. They reached the cliff, and screams echoed in the valley.
The Japanese attacking from the front stopped scattered on the mountain road.
The soldiers raised half of their heads, put their faces on the butts of their rifles, maintained their shooting posture, and waited quietly. The Japanese were shrouded below. Under the moonlight, the smoke and dust were hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
They are all waiting for the smoke and dust under the mountain ridge to clear.
Slowly, the whistle smoke was carried away by the mountain wind, except for a few black figures groaning on the ground. The Japanese were squatting or lying down. In the distance behind, a long line of Japanese soldiers fell behind and stopped there without moving forward.
The Japs did not understand the situation of the Eighth Route Army on the mountain ridge. However, it did not affect the Japs' attack. Following the squadron leader's order, several muffled bangs and booms came from behind the Japs who were still groaning on the ground. The grenade launcher Fired first.
"Hidden!" shouted loudly, and the soldiers who were ready to fire quickly shrank their heads without firing a shot.
Several clouds of smoke billowed up from the top of the mountain. After the explosion, the Japanese howled and started to attack!
The Eighth Route Army soldiers stuck their heads out again. Up and down the mountain ridge, gunshots and the screams of bullets were heard at the same time. Dozens of guns fired almost at the same time. It seemed like it was raining heavily on the mountain ridge. Bullets were screaming and gravel was flying. , the bullets staggered back and forth, and could not be seen at all. Only the muzzle flash of the muzzle could be clearly seen.
There were constant sounds of bullets entering flesh. Some soldiers were hit in the head and tilted back, dying on the spot. Some soldiers were grazed by bullets and hit by ricocheting bullets.
The ceasefire was later broken and soldiers added.
The Japs were screaming in pain on the mountain road, and bullets kept passing through the bodies of the Japs who were squatting on the ground and leaning against the mountain wall. Finally, the Japs' machine guns rang out, but not even one magazine had been filled with bullets. The machine gunners were given special attention and were beaten. sieve.
The situation was out of control. Gao Yidao was helpless. The Japanese came one after another. Fortunately, he killed all the Japanese who came within twenty or thirty meters, so he didn't get hit by Japanese grenades.
The Japanese who were attacking from behind were suppressed. Years of experience told him that perhaps he should withdraw at this moment: "Cease fire! Throw grenades!"
Seven or eight black guys flew towards the crowd of Japs who were leaning against the mountain wall and shooting! Time passed very slowly, and the Eighth Route Army, which was very close at hand, actually ceased fire. The Japs were stunned for a moment, and the sergeant shouted to charge. The dozen or so Japs at the front immediately spun around, preparing to charge into the Eighth Route Army position.
The grenade exploded, shaking all the Japanese soldiers. It was as if they were entering a shrapnel rain forest. The irregular shrapnel streaked across the cheeks, cut open the clothes, opened the skin, and penetrated into the body. Withstanding the huge thrust of the shock wave, the sergeant really felt the pain in his body. The pain of being torn apart.
His ferocious face was cut open, revealing his white bones, which were instantly stained red by the blood that seeped out, and became terrifying. His body was driven by the shock wave, and flew up to the sky, waiting for the moment he landed.
Time seemed to slow down, and he never felt the moment he landed, because his body was thrown away from the cliff by the huge force of the shock wave. After the loud explosion, his ears were still buzzing.
I felt the mountain wind hurting my ears, and my body was falling rapidly. I finally understood what happened, and fell off the cliff. This time, it was over!
Suddenly he felt like his body was being hit by something, and then again, oh, it was a branch on the edge of the cliff, and a glimmer of hope ignited in the sergeant's heart.
The body hit the mountain wall, slid down a distance, and finally hung on a tree.
There was a hole in the cliff next to it. Several pairs heard the fierce gunshots on the mountain. They stared nervously at the thing falling from the sky and groaned. The guy was like this and didn't even put down his rifle!
The guy wearing the helmet coughed, blood came out of his mouth, and was pulled into the cave. The torturous time stopped and finally returned to normal.
There were sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground under the cliff, one after another!
The sound of gunfire became sparse, but unfortunately, the sergeant had no chance to feel it. He could hear nothing in his ears. Blood was bleeding everywhere on his body, including his face, arms, shoulders, and thighs.
A pair of hands clamped hard on his neck, and the childlike face of Youhui showed ferocity, fear, excitement, and drooling!
A smile appeared on the ferocious face of the sergeant who had made a cut. He threw the half-grown child aside with force and was about to get up. A pair of white and tender little hands next to him were struggling to lift a stone. It fell hard and hit the military officer. On Cao’s face, one hit, another hit!
Not long after, several figures nervously climbed down the rope from the entrance of the cave. There should be something harvested below.
He was left with only a corpse with barely visible head and no strips of cloth on his body. He was still unwilling to accept it until his death. He was taken care of by so many types of weapons on the battlefield, and the bullets and bullets did not even bother him. This is What a shame, there is nothing more cowardly than this! In the cave, my head was smashed into a ball by several children...
