In the early morning of the next day, a platoon of officers and men lurked in the trenches and foxholes early (if they didn't want to, they couldn't do it), and the Japanese mountain artillery had already begun to shoot interference, but the damage to the officers and men was not great, as long as they were not particularly unlucky, they would not be killed by this kind of interfering artillery fire.

Zhang Wei held the Zeiss binoculars, looked at the messy blockades in front of the position and the stinking and rotting corpses, and then looked into the distance, the Japanese troops had not yet begun to attack. Zhang Wei thought of the few "meat and egg thunders" left by the night attack last night, I don't know how I enjoyed the opposite side last night, Zhang Wei couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the explosion of those corpses.

The fog of the early morning has lifted, the horizon has come into view, and with it the increase in the intensity of the shelling, it is still 75 mm mountain artillery, but fortunately, after yesterday's bloody battle, most people have adapted to it. Someone else quipped: "This dog's cannon is nothing more than that." The covering artillery fire of the Japanese division can now be said to be fully deployed, and the next step should be the infantry charge, but so far, there is no sign of any attack on the opposite side, Zhang Wei is very puzzled, what are the Japanese waiting for? Could it be that the meat and eggs left over from last night were causing a lot of trouble?

Before Zhang Wei could get out of his bad thoughts, the shaking ground and the suffocating air wave shattered his illusions, and a large-caliber cannonball smashed straight on the position of Qiu Wei's second platoon, setting off a wave of dirt and qi nearly ten meters high, and the soldiers of half of the second platoon were taken into the sky, and they were all minced meat.

At this moment, Zhang Wei almost lost his ability to think, opened his mouth wide and held earth and stones, and looked at Qiu Wei's second row in the position. Screams, cries for help, scolding, and the highlands of the Zhongshan Mausoleum have become a Shura field. Can't panic, Zhang Wei told himself, adjusted his mentality, Zhang Wei issued the first order to deal with heavy artillery: Lie down, don't move! It's a cannon!

Cannon! Cannon! On the opposite side of the sky, a huge manned balloon has slowly risen into the air, the soldiers are at a loss to look at this behemoth, some people's hands holding guns have begun to tremble, these peasant children have never seen this strange flying machine, for many of them, the weapon in their hands is the most advanced industrial product they have ever seen in their lives.

Humans are always afraid of the unknown, and some of the soldiers on the battlefield have begun to panic. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Wei immediately fired a shot at the sky, "Don't mess up, this is not an airplane, the devil's plane hasn't come yet, this thing is a balloon shooting balloon, not a machine that lays eggs, or it is aimed at the heavy artillery of the Japanese." "It seems that the Type 89 cannon reinforced by the Japanese has arrived, this kind of cannon is equipped with the Japanese army's field heavy artillery wing, and Lieutenant General Barnack of the US Army was killed by this cannon in history (the city wall of Nanjing was also blown up by this artillery), it seems that this devil still values the teaching corps. Four or five cannons fell and smashed on the position, and the position of the third squad was suddenly covered with smoke and flying stones.

"How! Gao Yigong" "Three squad leaders! ”

Gao Yigong ran over and reported: "Platoon commander, I'm fine, the light machine gun co-shooter was killed, and the rest were slightly injured." "'That's good, Zhang Wei endured his dizziness, raised his binoculars and looked at the opposite side, and the Japanese infantry had already appeared in the distance.

Japanese infantry! Get ready for battle!

The cannon shells fell on the Zhongshan Mausoleum Heights again, Zhang Wei now has no mind or ability to count casualties, all he can do is pray, hoping to survive a few more people, die, and die in the battle with the Japanese army!

As the distance closed, the Japanese covering artillery fire gradually stopped, and the infantry entered the field. Compared with yesterday, the Japanese attack can only be more fierce, from the infantry charge can be seen, in just five minutes, when Zhang Wei and they were just ready, they have rushed to a distance of almost 400 meters, the straggler line is denser than yesterday, the speed of the charge is also faster, Zhang Wei even through the telescope, found that the 75 mountain guns and 94 Type 37 rapid-fire guns of the wing artillery squadron have advanced to his telescope distance.

Devil, this is crazy! Zhang Wei glanced at the soldiers in a row, and said to these simple soldiers: "Brothers, you can also see that the devil is crazy today, and today, you and I are likely to die, but everyone remember, if we die, we must also leave a few devils on our backs, all ready to fight, ready for hand-to-hand combat, and let the devils know that our teaching corps is not easy to bully!" "'Yes!' When the soldiers saw that their commanders were out of the way, they were still afraid of a fart

After speaking, Zhang Wei walked to the position of the heavy machine gun squad with a rifle, the old squad leader nodded to Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei also lay on the position nearby, raised the 79 rifle, and his own gun was the signal for the whole platoon to fire!

200 meters! Zhang Wei pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier in front of him fell to the ground on the spot, and the firearms of the whole platoon were boiling, and the formation of the Japanese army today was too dense, which would undoubtedly increase casualties, and the soldiers in the first platoon were tempered by several days of fierce fighting. He also had considerable experience in dealing with the Japanese army, with grenades, machine gun fire, and all kinds of firearms pouring down on the Japanese army.

The old squad leader regularly pulled the trigger of the Type 24 heavy machine gun, the 250-round canvas cartridge belt was constantly fed into the inlet, and the British gasoline barrel filled with cooling water was regularly vibrated with the machine gun, and the Japanese soldiers were constantly hit and fell to the ground. On the position of the third squad, the squad leader Gao Yigong held a rifle and killed a Japanese soldier who tried to throw grenades in vain, but more Japanese troops rushed in, and the position of the third squad suffered a lot of artillery downing just now, the light machine gun deputy shooter was killed, and several people were wounded, and the Japanese army also saw that this was a weak point, and immediately strengthened the attack, and the cover fire of grenadiers and light machine guns took the lives of two soldiers in the third squad.

The machine gunners of the third squad had just killed 5 Japanese soldiers with a few rounds of point fire, switched light machine gun positions once, and ran out of 20 rounds of Czech-style ammunition. "Plugs, bolts, clips to me! No bullets, bolt, why the are you so slow! ”

"Here, an unfamiliar voice sounded beside him, coupled with the unskilled reloading action, the machine gunners of the third squad remembered that the auxiliary shooter's bolt had just been blown into the sky." Took the magazine, turned around, loaded the magazine into the gun, aimed at the Japanese army, the machine gunner held back the pain in his nose, and yelled: "Your kid is transferred from the rifle team, it is far worse than the bolt, remember, load faster, do you hear?" ”

The machine gunner fired a round, and the Japanese light machine guns also began to suppress the fire in this direction, but the soldiers behind them did not respond. The Heavy looked behind him to see that the recruit, who had been replenished in Nanjing, had fallen in a pool of blood, clutching two bloody magazines in his hands. The Heavy remembered the bolt again, grabbed the bloody magazine, loaded it into the gun, pulled the trigger tightly, and he cried.

Roars and gunshots mingled: "Little devil, go and die, go and bury the bolts, bury the dead brothers".