PS: Today is 918, Fengyue specially wrote this chapter dedicated to the martyrs who sacrificed for the motherland and the nation, they are the most brilliant fireworks in the Chinese sky in the 20th century.

The first day of the Battle of Gushan ended with a tragedy that neither Chinese nor Japanese commanders could have imagined.

That night, the commanders on both sides were in deep pain and stayed up all night.

Liu Lang stood in front of Luo Wenyu Pass, staring at Gushan for nearly half an hour, even if it was so cold in the north on a spring night, his eyes and eyebrows were covered with hoarfrost, but no one dared to persuade him.

The battle of Gushan, the name of the dare to die is as good as its company, it is really dare to die. There are 206 people in the whole company, and no one has gone down the ancient mountain so far.

No one knows how he felt that night, but when he heard the news, he was furious and slashed the herald who hurried over, but it was one of the many reasons why he would quit the army in the future.

Time goes back to that dusk.

After the ferocious artillery bombardment, the Japanese invaders rushed towards the ancient mountain with nearly 300 troops, and after the Death Company frantically fired up a hundred shells and the last six explosive packs in the machine gun platoon, only the bullets in the guns and the three-edged army stabs pinned to their waists were left.

And after paying nearly 100 dead and wounded, the Japanese army finally saw the dawn of victory.

The hateful Chinese finally lost all their heavy firepower, and those terrifying machine guns finally did not let out any more roars.

The last MG42 was also finally fired for too long, and the last interchangeable barrel was scrapped, leaving a pile of ammunition in storage, but it could no longer be fired.

Practice has proved that although the MG42 is very good, it is not a god, and its terrifying rate of fire is also a fatal flaw that cannot be modified.

The First Battle of Gushan made Liu Lang realize that the firepower of the troops could not be increased by just relying on a few machine guns, but by improving the firepower of individual soldiers like the Americans, and the research on individual firearms that could be fired continuously was imminent.

The Gushan position, which had lost fire support, was undoubtedly like a big girl who had been stripped naked at that moment, and she could ravage it at will just when the screaming devils rushed up.

Although the Chinese's marksmanship is also very accurate, the sparse rifle gunfire is no longer in the eyes of the adrenaline-pumping Japanese army.

The Japanese advanced slowly but surely towards the Gushan position, and although they always paid a few casualties for each step forward, it was nothing compared to the victory they were about to win.

Thirty meters later, there will be the position of the Chinese. Moreover, the Chinese, as if exhausted, gave up resistance, and for half a minute, they did not shoot.

A Japanese soldier with a strip of white cloth wrapped around his head had bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and suddenly pulled out his saber and pointed in the direction of the hilltop position thirty meters away.

As the captain of the 2nd Brigade, Toshio Nakamura took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the front line to direct the last decisive attack before dark. After the casualty rate of the 3rd Brigade reached 70 percent, the 2nd Brigade under his command took over the offensive mission, and after two attacks, he knew why the 3rd Brigade, which was no worse than his 2nd Brigade, would fight so badly.

The Chinese defending on the position not only had an extremely tenacious will to fight, but also surpassed the Imperial Army in terms of equipment and firepower, except that there was no heavy artillery.

What's even more terrifying is that the accuracy of the opponent's marksmanship and the ability to dodge various threats are also the only ones Nakamura Toshio has seen in his life, and they are all well-trained soldiers, not the peasant army that puts down their hoes and resists as the military department thinks.

Could it be that this is the strength of the Central Army of China? If the central army of China had such strength, would the empire still be able to occupy this rich and beautiful country? Such a question was almost uncontrollable at that moment, and it came to Nakamura's mind.

After two battles, Toshio Nakamura's 2nd Brigade lost 150 dead and 120 wounded, and one and a half squadrons were wiped out, and now, at least 100 more people are lying on the way to attack. How do you say Toshio Nakamura doesn't hate? His only thought now was to rush to the position, cut off the heads of all the living, nay, even dead Chinese, and hang them high in front of Luo Wenyu's Chinese defenders.

The Japanese commander had been carried away by anger and hatred, but Zhou Shiyu and several wounded soldiers were sitting in a large pit that was obviously left by a 240MM howitzer, with his back against the pit wall, Zhou Shiyu put the cigarette on the side and lit it on the wood that was still burning, took a sharp breath and said leisurely: "Brothers, I'm sorry, Zhou Shishi didn't send you something good before he went on the road, so he could only give you a cigarette." ”

"Haha, company commander, it's good to have a cigarette before going on the road, it's better than us all turning to ashes, it's better to light a cigarette in front of our tombstone! It's good to smoke. A wounded soldier flaunted the cigarette in his hand and laughed.

"Okay, as long as the brothers don't complain about me, then what, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? If not, we'll be on our way. Zhou Shiyu looked around, his gaze sliding over the faces of the eight wounded soldiers beside him.

"Company commander, Lao Tzu killed eight little devils, and the merits of our company are recorded in the book! In this way, my wife can have an extra eighty yuan for the elderly! A soldier asked as he took a sharp drag on his cigarette and looked at him with hope in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I have asked the signal soldier Liu Daxin to hide the credit book, and they will see it, and the money will definitely not be less than your wife." Zhou Shiyu nodded and replied with certainty.

"Company commander, the little devil is rushing up." A soldier probed and said.

"Rush up! Come, brethren, and go on the road together. Zhou Shiyu threw down the cigarette in his hand, turned over, and knocked down a devil who rushed to the front and was only twenty meters away from them with one shot.

"Haha, come on, little devil, grandpa had so many of you to carry before he died, it's enough." The wounded soldiers leaned on this huge crater and fired their last few rounds.

"Yo Xi, there's still a living one." Seeing a few soldiers whirling in front of his eyes, Toshio Nakamura was not angry but happy, and ordered loudly: "Don't throw grenades at them, I want living Chinese." ”

At the same time, the commander of the machine gun platoon in the tunnel heard the gunfire on the top of the mountain again, and couldn't help but cry like rain, smashed his fist on the stone tunnel wall, and shouted: "Order, the artillery company fires, fires, fires." ”

After the roar, the nearly one-meter-eight man, the only remaining highest-ranking second lieutenant officer of the Death Company, squatted in the pit with his face covered and cried, and the tears of the bean size splashed down the ground along his rough fingers, and the sound was like a wolf's howl.

"Open the cannon, open the cannon, fire the cannon to Lao Tzu." After Zhao Ergou answered the phone, he stared at the distant sky with an unprecedentedly hideous face, and roared wildly.

Dare to die, and it really sent a signal that the jade was burning. For the first time, he had to aim his cannon at his comrades, which was undoubtedly difficult for Zhao Ergou.

"Open the cannon, all the cannons, give Lao Tzu a shot, two bases, all for me." The artilleryman in charge of pulling the bolt of the cannon on Bofors Mountain hesitated for a moment, and was kicked over by the crazy Zhao Ergou and pulled the bolt himself.

"Boom, boom, boom." The two Bofors mountain guns of the Independent Regiment and the ten mountain guns captured roared one after another, showing the Japanese with their unique madness that the Independent Regiment was not a weak chicken, they also had cannons, and they could also plow the ancient mountain from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain a few times back and forth.

Facing the Japanese army slowly approaching, listening to the screams from far and near, Zhou Shiyu showed a smile on his face, all the Japanese troops on the top of this mountain are finished.

Here he and eight wounded soldiers were waiting to see the most brilliant fireworks of the evening.