The Japanese bombardment stopped, and suppressed machine gun fire broke out.
Gray figures slipped from their hiding places to the foot of the mountain, jumped into the bushes full of ravines, and crawled away.
There were still several hidden figures who fell to the ground and never got up.
The platoon leader of Ma Liang Company hiding in the bushes ignored the Japanese suppressed machine gun bullets that kept ringing overhead.
He quickly looked out from his hiding place into the smoke that filled the north.
Nothing can be seen.
Time passed slowly while waiting.
The Japanese will definitely take advantage of the smoke to launch a massive attack.
The mountain breeze in late spring was not weak, but it could not take away all the heavy smoke.
It feels like the trajectory of the Japanese machine gun is slowly getting higher.
Holding back a cough, he looked nervously at the billowing smoke.
Suddenly, a vague figure of a crouching Japanese man appeared not far away.
He quickly shrank his head and waved his hand behind him.
More than 20 people immediately put their little fingers into the grenade ring with the back cover uncovered.
This Japanese attack was different from the previous two.
In addition to the narrow mountain paths, there are also many figures in the bushes.
The scream of machine gun bullets seemed to be mixed with the sound of someone using a machete to open a path in the bushes.
The dozen or so engineers at the head were crawling forward in the bushes in an orderly manner.
When attacking the Tubal Road position, this was the first time I encountered such an evil incident that brought my heart to my throat.
The Japanese engineers and soldiers were on tenterhooks.
He was blown up twice by the despicable Tubalu large mines. From the mouth of his undead compatriots, he learned that Tubalu made La angry.
They must find the large landmines on Tubal Road, and either cut off the hair rope on Tubal Road, or use grenades to detonate the mines planted on Tubal Road.
A battlefield attack will naturally cause casualties. If a small mine explodes, it will explode, and not many people will die.
But Tubalu used the skill of planting large landmines that he learned from somewhere. If he was taken care of by this thing, a large area would be killed.
Moving forward step by step, it is not difficult to find the ordinary trip mines arranged on Tubal Road.
If Tubalula really gets angry, he will either destroy it or be loyal to the emperor.
The engineers carefully looked around in the bushes, not missing every suspicious target higher than the ground.
We all know very well that large land mines like this, which use rocks as fragments, must be placed higher than the ground, so that they can have greater lateral lethality.
By feeling, it was already within 100 meters of the second defense line of Tuba Road.
No abnormalities were found at all!
The ballistics fired by more than twenty light and heavy machine guns behind them were evenly distributed horizontally, and they continued to rain bullets on the Tubal Road position.
The bullets of the imperial army were not blown by the strong wind.
Every minute, thousands of rounds of ammunition are wasted needlessly.
The dedicated engineers and soldiers couldn't help but speed up their crawling forward.
Finding the Tubal mines early can save a lot of bullets for the machine guns behind...
The mountain wind was howling low, and the thick smoke from the previous shelling was slowly thinning.
The infantrymen who followed behind them fired at suspicious targets from time to time, providing a second layer of suppressive cover for the engineers crawling in front.
The dimmed smoke of the bullet tore out countless clearly visible linear trajectories.
On the Kanshang position, relying on simple fortifications, all six light machines were deployed.
Three machine gun groups on the left and right.
No one paid attention to the Japanese suppressor machine guns that were continuously working, and bullets hit the stones placed on the position.
One after another burst out, bursts of stray bullets whizzed and screamed overhead from time to time, and the mountains behind were higher.
After the bullets raged through the bushes, they immediately came into close contact with the rocks, making a strange and piercing sound.
The new observation post is a veteran of Banxian's army. He doesn't show his head at all. He lies in a shallow ditch behind the position and listens completely with his ears...
From the trajectory of the Japanese machine guns, the approximate location of the attacking Japanese infantry can be determined.
The correspondent was lying next to the observation post and asked nervously: "How about... let me poke my head in and take a look?"
"It's all smoke down there, you can't see anything, what the hell are you looking at..."
"What if the Japs come here?"
"The first platoon is watching below, waiting for them to attack first, and then wait for them to be driven back by the Japanese, and then let the machine guns fire back..."
"But..."
"If you don't want to live, just look up..." The veteran took off the helmet on his head, put it on the bayonet and raised it up.
Bangdang...
The helmet was directly hit by the dense bullets and swayed suddenly on the bayonet.
The veteran took the helmet in his hand, looked at it, and threw it in front of the correspondent: "Two eyes..."
"What should we do if the devil gets too close and throws a grenade?"
"Hey, there are nearly a hundred grenades in the row below. You are so scared. None of them have gone off. What are you worried about?"
"What if the Japs wait and use grenade launchers?"
"You deserve to be blown up..."
...
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.
A platoon leader has been following Ma Liang for a long time and is used to taking risks.
Seeing that the enemy was less than twenty meters away and his figure became clearer and clearer, he still did not order the bomb drop...
Until I realized something didn't seem right.
The bushes in front of the hunched-up Japs seemed to be shaking. No, there was someone crawling on the ground in front of the scattered Japs!
No need to think about it, it must have been blown up by a large mine, and Japanese engineers were clearing mines on the ground in front!
A sharp whistle suddenly sounded, mixed with the whizzing sound of machine gun bullets.
Six arms were raised, and the first wave of grenades flew evenly into the air.
Curved little fingers pulled off the wooden handle grenade ring, and the gun was released.
One second later, the second wave of seven arms was raised according to the predetermined plan...
Another second later...
Some nervous soldiers forgot to bend their thumbs firmly and threw the unfired grenade...
The Japanese battlefield observation post heard a high-pitched whistle and looked at the sudden waving of arms on the ground in front of them, not knowing what was going on.
Immediately the birds started chirping strangely: "The enemy is attacking..."
However, the attacking Japanese skirmishers were too spread out this time, and many Japanese did not hear the warnings mixed with the rain of bullets.
Until the observation post also blew the whistle in his mouth...
Some of the Japanese who heard the warning from the observation post were crouching forward in the bushes and quickly squatted down.
There is no way, there is no way to find cover in the bushes!
The Japs in front also saw the situation and reacted quickly. They immediately knocked the grenade that had been unprotected in their hands on the helmet and threw it directly forward...
Time did not give them more opportunities.
Boom...boom...boom...
The first wave of grenades began to explode.
The ground seemed to be beating rapidly, so fast that it felt like being in a New Year firecracker environment.
Shrapnel flying in all directions from the bushes continued to harvest the lives of the Japanese who had not had time to hide.
Wearing a helmet? Damn it, the air waves threw some figures high...
Strange screams are heard everywhere...
The Japs who reacted quickly to throw grenades had just raised their arms, but they were scratched by shrapnel or tilted by air waves.
Several grenades fell directly near the Japanese...
One second later.
The second wave of grenades exploded again...
The Japs who reacted slowly and were blown away by the explosion seemed to have bad eyesight. The grenade had already hit the flash cap and had to be thrown out, otherwise it would blow itself up.
At this time, no one cares whether the grenade can be thrown to the hiding place of the despicable and cunning Tubalu. I can only throw it based on feeling...
Grenades kept being thrown, exploding in the crowd of Japanese soldiers.
The soldiers who kept throwing grenades were all in high spirits and completely ignored the grenades thrown from the Japanese side...
They fought hard, knowing that they might be injured by a Japanese grenade, but no one stopped what they were doing...
At this time, there is no point in fearing death!
Throw one more grenade, maybe you can turn over one more book...
Boom...boom...
The grenades thrown by the Japanese began to explode in a row of positions...
The gunpowder smoke that had become lighter began to become thicker again...
Immediately afterwards, the attacking Japanese machine gun team began shooting...
The Japanese engineers and soldiers caught in the middle had to hold their heads and pray...
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