Just when the Zhongshan Japs were asking for help, Colonel Fujimura, captain of the Japanese 23rd Regiment, was leading two infantry brigades, an artillery battalion, and two machine gun squadrons to storm Baijia Town.
A Japanese artillery brigade aimed at the Baijia Town position and the city wall and bombarded them indiscriminately.
The Japanese artillery shells were sent to the Chinese position as if they were free of charge.
70mm mortars, 80mm mortars, even 100mm mortars.
There were more than sixty mortars of various sizes, and large-caliber 75mm mountain cannons were also pushed to the front of the formation by the Japanese.
Four 75mm mountain guns are enough to destroy any kind of fortifications, including the city gate of Baijia Town.
The defense facilities outside the city were also flattened by more than 20 centimeters in this round of artillery fire, with the deepest point reaching half a meter.
Under the nearly crazy bombardment of the Japanese, the defenders outside the city also suffered a large number of casualties. Many people were buried in bomb shelters.
Those who survived were gouging their comrades with their hands.
But at this moment, the little devil seized the opportunity and charged towards the position.
At this moment, almost all the surviving soldiers were caught in a dilemma. Should they continue to save their comrades, or block the enemy's attack?
"The devils are coming!"
The roar of urgency made them tearfully give up rescue and continue to return to their combat posts to shoot at the swarming enemies.
The enemy's attack was very crazy. The Japanese's two infantry squadrons divided into left and right wings and launched a group charge towards the Chinese position.
And in order to capture Baijia Town in one fell swoop, the Japanese organized a death squad.
The maniac-like devil took off his shirt in the cold winter, tore off the strips of his shirt and tied them around his head.
In order to show his loyalty, he bit off his index finger and put a piece of red plaster on his head.
The Long Live Charge began. This group of Japanese soldiers, armed with guns in hand, jumped out from the temporary bunker two hundred meters away, and rushed toward the Chinese position like wild dogs on the loose.
Although the defenders were still resisting tenaciously, under the double crushing force of quantity and quality, the troops outside the city were unable to resist.
They were not as numerous as the Japs. This time the Japs used two infantry squadrons and a heavy machine gun squadron to shoot continuously at the defenders on the city wall.
The city wall had just been bombarded by Japanese artillery shells and many crenellations were gone.
Even in some places, bright red blood is still slowly flowing down from the cracks in the bricks on the city wall.
In the recent artillery attack, the defenders on the city wall were also seriously damaged, and at least thirty people were killed.
The survivors wiped away the tears from their eyes and continued to fight the Japanese.
But the Japanese machine gun bullets came like raindrops.
They wanted to support the defenders below the city, but one after another they fell to the Japanese machine gun bullets.
The garrison under the city faced even more difficulties. The machine guns of the Japanese infantry squadron were also firing wildly, causing the garrison that had already suffered heavy casualties to suffer even more heavy casualties.
Two companies of garrison troops were stationed outside the city, and most of them suffered casualties in just one hour of fighting.
Some of them died under Japanese artillery attacks, while others died under Japanese machine gun fire.
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The Japs' machine gunners also had very high shooting accuracy. They built multiple temporary bunkers using the Japs' corpses less than a hundred meters away from the defenders' positions.
The first target they hit was the defender's machine gunners. After the machine gunner was shot and killed, he continued to sweep to create conditions for the infantry to charge.
Eight machine gunners of the defenders were killed in action, and more than twenty soldiers who picked up their guns and prepared to shoot at the Japanese also died in the brief machine gun fire.
The remaining people can only hide in the bunker.
Their expressions were sad because the trenches were filled with the corpses of their former comrades.
The medic was also killed by enemy fire. When he was dying, he was still using his body to protect a wounded soldier.
But none of them survived.
There were stumps and broken arms everywhere on the battlefield, and the blood stained the soil red. One of the second lieutenant platoon leaders never closed his eyes even in death.
His angry expression was forever fixed at the last moment of his life.
At the same time, all the sadness of the Chinese soldiers was frozen in this moment.
They looked up at the city wall of Baijia Town, saluted their comrades who fought desperately to protect them, and said their final farewells.
Because they knew very well that under such an attack by the Japanese, no one could escape back to the city alive.
If they want to return to the city, they first have to climb up the trench and then run a distance of fifty to sixty meters before they can run into Baijia Town.
But this is the shortest straight-line distance. Judging from the current dispersion of soldiers, the farthest soldiers are three hundred to four hundred meters away from the city gate.
This is an insurmountable gap, and they will only die if they run back at this time. The Japs didn't need to target them one by one. As long as they fired at the city gate, everyone would die there, and their corpses would be piled up like a hill.
So although the city gate was only a short 60 meters away from them, at this time, the 60 meters distance was like a huge mountain.
What's more, they don't want to escape at this time. Because all their comrades-in-arms had died here, their anger had been ignited to the extreme.
At this time, they had lost their previous timidity and forgotten the pain on their bodies.
They picked up the grenades on the ground with dull expressions and tied them one by one to their bodies. Then, just when the Japanese invaders were about to rush to the position, they braved the enemy's bullets and artillery fire and let out angry shouts. The roar rushed forward.
This is the last stubbornness of Chinese soldiers. They knew clearly that they didn't have an advantage in stabbing their own side, but they still charged forward.
The word death may have been feared by everyone before. But when they saw familiar faces falling in front of them, dying under the butcher's knife of the crazy Japanese invaders, all they had at this moment was anger and boiling blood.
"Little devil, come on!"
A thin figure did not hold a gun. He had grenades strapped to his body.
While running, he was shot twice, the bullets piercing his body. He was vomiting blood, but he was still laughing and running fast.
He is crazy, but not only he is crazy, but all Chinese people are crazy. They turned their anger into thunderous explosions. The Japanese attack was crushed under the walls of Baijia Town.
The flames were steaming, and the endless smoke swallowed up the ferocious Japanese.
The sound of the explosion became a swan song at this moment. It was a moving song, and it was an anti-war movement composed by Chinese soldiers with their lives.
They used their own blood to declare what it means to have an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, and a hundred thousand young people and a hundred thousand soldiers! ...
