On December 12, 1937, on the 122.5 heights of Yangfang Mountain, the first company of the 287th Regiment of the 144th Brigade of the 48th Division of the Second Army Corps was positioned.

"Ah, he was blown up." Company commander Han Lao Liu heard the distressed shouts of a platoon commander.

It turned out to be a recruit who threw a grenade and threw it too late and blew himself up.

Han Lao Liu could only shake his head, when he was in Wuhan, the soldiers of the army were withdrawn to replenish the troops in Shanghai, and these heads under his command were all new recruits and newly captured soldiers, and those squad leaders who could shoot and shoot accurately, and now his mother is almost dead.

Fortunately, a group of recruits have also been grinded out, at least when they meet the devil, they know that they will fight back.

There was a commotion on the position, and Han Laoliu saw that other troops were running around while being beaten, and they were running in all directions, and one company of his battalion had already run out, leaving the position to be occupied by the Japanese.

Han Lao Liu fired a shot indiscriminately, seeing that the Japanese army's attack was becoming more and more ferocious, and the more than 90 people under his command didn't know how long they could last.

The soldiers under his command did not need Han Laoliu's order, they had already opened the pot, and the Japanese had not yet reached a distance of 500 meters, and the Hanyang Cultivation in their hands began to hold the fire, and a few recruits closed their eyes and shot Han Laoliu.

Han Lao Liu handed over the last remaining Qilali light machine gun in the company to his deputy company commander, and at this moment he was shooting in a tricky foxhole, and with the crisp sound of gunfire, the attacking Japanese fell in response to the gunfire.

Han Lao Liu also called his signal soldier Xiao Radish with a serious face, a refugee child who was picked up when he disembarked from the coal port.

You kid go to the cement house in the east and ask the battalion commander, how to fight, the Japanese are building it in a hurry, we have already run away, ask him what to do, hurry up. The little radish head got the order and ran over quickly. Han Lao Liu continued to command his "bear soldiers".

The terrain on the mountain is high, and the Japanese have not blown it up with artillery, and the Japanese in the east have already captured the foot of the mountain, so the artillery and grenadiers did not dare to open fire, for fear of accidental injury. The strength of one and a half squadrons attacked Han Lao Liu's high ground like this. Quickly fire, shoot, the deputy company commander quickly opened the machine gun, Han Lao Liu saw that the situation was not right, and began to urge his subordinates.

The recruits took Hanyang-made, the veterans held the middle formal, and the guns threw grenades, so they performed their duties, each fought their own fight, and began to fight with the terrain and a half-squadron devils who charged, even if the marksmanship was poor, more than 90 people would be hit when they opened fire, not to mention that there was a deputy company commander who could play with machine guns, and the casualties of the Japanese charging troops also began to increase, the grenades exploded on the hillside, and the bullets flying around the rifle always hit.

The most terrible thing is that there is a light machine gun, constantly shifting, shooting, shifting, and firing. The Japanese commander also began to be annoyed, and the command knife in his hand and the Wang Ba box waved rapidly.

"Baga, hurry up and hit it, the machine gunners will increase their firepower, and after rushing up, they will use grenadiers to hit the machine guns of the Na Army."

"Well played, deputy company commander." Han Lao Liu saw that the machine gun of the deputy company commander put down three more devils, and his mouth applauded. After saying that, he also took out a shell gun and fired four shots in a row. Boom, the Japanese grenadiers began to shoot, and several recruits who were nested together were killed instantly. The veterans stopped firing and drove the recruits away.

"Fuck it up, I didn't dare to fight when I asked you to fight just now, and now I don't dare to change it here, looking for death."

At this time, the little radish head crawled along the trench, and when Han Lao Liu saw him coming back, he hurriedly pulled him over.

How about it, what did the battalion commander say?

The little radish said with a rough mouth: Uncle Han, after I went there, there was no one at all, there were only a few wounded soldiers left, I asked them where they were, and they told me that all the people ran out half an hour ago, and they were all left behind.

Han Lao Liu sighed: How can people be like this, how can people be like this.

After saying that, they continued to shoot, and the recruits in the trenches were evacuated and began to fire back again, and the veterans calmly opened fire in the middle of the shot. This round went down, and five or six more Japanese soldiers on the hillside fell to the ground. The deputy company commander Cheerali fired intermittently, so frightened that the Japanese had to interrupt the pace of their advance, and began to lie on the ground and shoot at the Chinese army, which was the most stubborn resistance they encountered in the vicinity of Wulong Mountain, and the other troops on this line of defense were either scattered, or eliminated, or fled, only this small high ground still had formed resistance.

Bang, a veteran was hit in the head by the 38 big cover and fell to the ground weakly, a recruit with only a grenade carefully picked up the veteran's middle form, learning the veteran's method and shooting outward.

The dull sound of gunfire rang out, and his first shot didn't know where it flew, and the huge recoil shook his shoulders numbly, and he laboriously pulled the bolt, unloaded, and loaded. A daring Japanese soldier leapt from the ground and lunged forward, just in time for the recruit to see it, and before he could take aim, he opened fire in the general direction. Poof—The bullet hit the Japanese soldier's leg, and a wolf-like cry rang out on the high ground.

"Well done," Han Lao Liu said happily, the Japanese soldier climbed up and down the hillside, and a sharp-eyed veteran shot him dead, and the green grass was stained red with blood.

The Japanese officers were annoyed and angry, and had been grinding in this broken place for half an hour, killing more than a dozen people, and the grenadiers began to increase the speed of the projectiles, and the light machine guns and riflemen frantically suppressed the Han Lao Sixth Company on the small high ground.

Grenades exploded on the high ground and in the trenches, the original army of more than 90 people, now there are only about 50 people left, and the veterans have also died seven or eight, Han Lao Liu grabbed a handful of grass and came down: This fucking battle is fought, Lao Tzu and you fight.

Han Lao Liu grabbed a handful of Hanyang made by the recruits, pulled the bolt of the gun, and a bullet case popped out, and there were bullets in the bridge clip.

"Company deputy, hit hard," Han Lao Liu called out the light machine gun of the deputy company commander. The light machine gun, which had been suppressed for a long time, fired again, and with a da-da-da, three bursts of fire knocked out a grenadier who was not afraid of death, Han Laoliu jumped up, and with the experience of the big-headed soldier back then, he faced a devil with a knife, da, and the bullet pierced the devil's chest.

Han Lao Liu saw his results and patted the body of the gun made by Hanyang with satisfaction.

With the intensified suppressive firepower of the Japanese, there were few soldiers left in Han Lao's Sixth Company, and more than a dozen mature recruits organized their most powerful counterattack since the war under the leadership of sporadic veterans, and the machine gun of the deputy company commander began to fire continuously.

Han Lao Liu shot and killed a Japanese soldier, he threw away his rifle and walked towards the trench where the last dozen or so people gathered, and there was always a sense of security in the crowd. Little Radish and the deputy company commander who made the machine gun also followed.

The commander of the Japanese army decided to storm it in one go, nine grenadiers were concentrated together, and at the same time grenades were fired, and the small heights were covered with explosions. The Japanese frantically rushed forward, more than a dozen defenders were suppressed and unable to move, and the shrapnel from the explosion just now killed and injured almost half of them, including the herald Xiao Radish.

Only the light machine guns fired half a shuttle at the rushing Japanese troops, and achieved four more defeats.

The Japanese army rushed into the high ground with bayonets, and the few remaining members of Han Lao Liu's company began the last hand-to-hand resistance, and it didn't take long for Han Lao Liu to be stabbed to the ground by bayonets, and the machine gun of the deputy company commander was useless.

Silence returned to the Little Heights.

A squadron of Japanese soldiers cleaned up the battlefield with complicated faces.