The team turned around a mountain pass again, and the faint sound of continuous explosions of artillery shells could be heard in the distance to the south and north.
Even though he hadn't heard the distinctive roar for a long time, Hu Yi was still sure that it was the explosion of a shell fired by the Type 92 infantry cannon.
The team stopped for a temporary rest in a mountain den.
Hu Yi frowned, holding the telescope and turning it slowly. He looked at it for a long time, seeing gray-brown mountains stacked on top of each other, but nothing could be seen.
He was certain that it was definitely not the sound of a grenade exploding. It was most likely that the Type 92 infantry cannon was firing.
The current position is within the friendly defense zone, but there is still a great risk. No one knows how long the friendly frontline troops can hold on!
As for Yamaguchi's ally Guo Tiezhu, Hu Yi felt that this person was very unreliable. He was clearly the director of the munitions department but he was the commander!
Even if the army commander is not there, the person in charge of military supplies should not come to receive the Ninth Battalion. There must be a big problem in this.
Even if the affairs of friendly forces are unreasonable, they have nothing to do with you.
The man in Chongqing is really shameless and plays despicable and shameless tricks in private for his own selfish interests.
What's the difference between surrendering to the enemy without firing a shot and the boneless Nanjing puppet government?
People always want to save face, and no one wants to be poked in the spine and reviled by Chinese people.
The two sides are still at war, which shows that not everyone is willing to surrender to the enemy and become a traitor.
At least you have to fight the Japanese in a bloody battle before surrendering. This process should take a long time, and it cannot be completely completed in less than ten days and a half.
Therefore, if we continue heading west now, there should be no risk for the time being.
We must leave the friendly forces' peripheral defense line as soon as possible and enter the rear deep defense zone as soon as possible!
Next to him, Ma Liang has already laid out a map. On the map, the Taihang Mountains protrude nearly a hundred miles to the east, and there are hilly areas on both sides of the mountainous area.
Ma Liang roughly drew two circles on the map: "Brother, the location where the explosion sound came from in the north should be the friendly army positions that I saw when I came back from the last exchange with friendly forces."
Hu Yi handed the telescope to the observer next to him and turned his head: "The situation is not optimistic. We must leave here as soon as possible."
...
The strong wind stirred up yellowish dust and spread it everywhere, and the Japanese heavy machine gun and mortar positions became noisy.
The battlefield stretched for dozens of miles, and the defenders used hilly positions one after another to confront the attackers.
The shells continued to explode on the mountain, and before the smoke had time to spread, new black smoke rose violently again, one after another, as if it covered the sky and the sun.
A little further behind, the Japanese were busy surrounding the 92 infantry cannons. On the high ground near the gun emplacement, the Japanese observers leaned obscenely behind the observation mirror, yelling at the top of their lungs, trying to report the shooting parameters.
The Japanese gunners constantly adjusted the height and angle, and stuffed 70mm high-explosive shells into the short barrel of the gun.
Boom...boom...boom...
The cannon body trembled as if it was about to jump up, and a large cloud of smoke billowed out from the muzzle. It was impossible to see the impact point of the cannonball in the sunlight, and they did not care at all about the shooting effect.
Scenes like this are everywhere.
There was no decent resistance at all on the opposite side. If the resistance army hadn't taken advantage of the geographical advantage, they would have killed all those cowards.
On an inconspicuous hilltop.
Resistance frontline headquarters.
Taking advantage of the depression in the mountain, we set up logs on the top and spread thick soil and pulled a camouflage net around it.
A large group of people gathered around a round-faced soldier who was under forty years old and wearing a long gray trench coat.
Amidst the sound of gunfire, behind the round-faced soldier, a middle-aged man looked anxious: "Commander Jing, please hurry back to the headquarters behind. I'll be fine here."
Commander Jing put down the telescope: "The Japanese are attacking fiercely. We must hold on for one more day and withdraw to the second line of defense tomorrow night."
“Teacher, don’t worry, you’ll be fine if you hold on for another three days…”
"Hold on for three days? Then you will be the only leader left?"
"Hehe, that's what I'm saying. This little devil is really fucking pissed. Fortunately, our New Fifth Army is well prepared this time..."
"How are the casualties?"
"Less than a hundred people died, and more than two hundred were slightly or seriously injured..."
call out...
Boom...
Smoke and dust instantly filled the headquarters, and another 70mm high-explosive bomb exploded outside the headquarters.
Commander Jing, who was thrown to the ground, stood up and patted his dusty gray military uniform: "The Japs' artillery attack is really powerful. You have to be careful. As long as everyone's formation is not disordered, they will not be able to defeat them for a while... "
"Go back quickly. I'll call you if anything happens..." The regiment commander, who had just gotten up from the ground, fanned the air with his military cap, trying to see clearly the situation at the headquarters.
"I'll check out other positions. I must remember to keep the phone open..."
"The people are in position, don't worry..." the regiment leader quickly saluted and assured.
"Don't worry about the temporary gains and losses of the position. If you can't do anything about it, retreat westward into the mountains immediately. You have to understand the commander's temper. What he wants is that everyone is alive. Do you understand?"
"yes!"
Soon, Commander Jing led his guards and staff out of the headquarters and walked hurriedly along the smoke-filled traffic ditch.
From time to time, artillery shells fell to the ground and exploded, setting off a muddy rain. A group of people with arms wrapped in white sleeves and faces as dirty as the bottom of a pot were running in the traffic trench carrying stretchers.
"Hello, sir..."
"Thank you for your hard work..." and "We must hold on..." Commander Jing shouted amidst the sound of gunfire and continued to comfort the wounded on the stretcher.
A soldier rushed to Commander Jing and shouted in a loud voice: "Report, urgent call from headquarters, order all units to retreat immediately..."
"What did you say?" Commander Jing was stunned for a moment. It had only been three days since the battle started. At this time, the retreat had already reached the foot of the mountain. If he retreated further, he would have to go into the mountain.
"The little devils have broken through our army's defense lines on both wings, and the headquarters is making arrangements to transport strategic materials into the mountains..."
"Okay, I understand. Send the order immediately." Master Jing nodded with a dark face.
It is not an easy task for tens of thousands of people to enter the mountains. Food and grass are needed for field hospitals, so the troops can only be dispersed.
Once the troops disperse, it will be very difficult to gather them and break out of the mountain.
call out...
A shell roared in.
The observer screamed at the top of his lungs.
boom...
A shower of mud splashed.
The medical soldier carrying the stretcher was lifted up high, and one arm was far away from his body. The medical soldier didn't even have time to hum before he stopped moving.
The people next to him quickly got up and stepped forward, threw the still-living person onto the stretcher, and ran back while bandaging it.
Not far ahead, a hoarse voice shouted: "Brothers, hold on! The little devil is coming..."
Immediately afterwards, the Czech began to shoot outside the position, and in an instant, the machine gunner fell to the side.
The deputy shooter immediately responded: "I'm going to fuck your ancestor, little devil, come on..."
Da da da...
It's not a burst fire at all. In a few seconds, the magazine is empty.
The deputy shooter pulled the machine gun and retreated into the trench. He took the magazine from the soldier next to him, quickly replaced it, and found a new machine gun position. The machine gun poked out and his head was pressed against the butt of the gun as he emerged from the trench.
Da da da...
The assistant shooter was very smart and immediately shrank his head after shooting two short bursts.
To his surprise, several bullets whizzed past his head just now.
"There is a sharpshooter..." the deputy shooter shouted: "Observer...where did the observer die? Quickly notify the mortar to knock out the three Japs standing together...The little Japs are hiding behind the bodies. ..."
Tom...tum...
Two mortar shells were fired one after another...
The shock wave shook violently, and four bodies were blown high into the air where the corpses of three little devils were clearly lined up.
In the dense rain of bullets, no screams could be heard at all, and the dead were just corpses. The final result was just a small line of small words written on the back of the rosters of each department that he died in a certain place in a certain year and a certain month.
The Japanese are trying to break through from the front and have already penetrated within 100 meters.
The Japanese 92 artillery, mortars and even grenades, heavy machine guns, light machine guns were covered by firepower, and bullets flew towards the position like rain.
The ground was shaking, shells were roaring, and people were blown out of the trenches from time to time.
The bullets squeaked as they hit the trench soil, raising clouds of dust.
The attacking Japanese infantrymen crouched with their rifles raised and fired at the soldiers in the trenches. Some people fell down almost every step forward.
boom...
The deputy shooter had just finished two bursts of fire and had already retreated into the trench. A grenade dropped into the soldiers' trench like it had eyes. The impact sent a violent shock in the trench.
Mud flew across the sky and smoke filled the air. Mud rain fell from the sky, hitting the bloody face of the man holding the machine gun.
The cool air in the trenches turned into hot air.
The medical soldiers waiting in the trenches immediately stepped forward, felt their noses and chests, and if there were still people alive, someone would carry them away.
The dead ones cannot be taken care of for the time being.
The machine gun on the ground was pulled away by another person, who kept pulling the machine gun...
"I'm going to fuck your ancestor, little devil, come on..." Just that sentence, repeated over and over again.
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