Under the worried gaze of the 2,000 officers and men of the Independent Regiment, the Japanese invaders' almost frenzied 20-minute shelling stopped.

However, it was only the heavy artillery that stopped the shelling, and then the mountain artillery equipped by the Japanese artillery wing began to exert its might, once again enveloping the ancient mountain that had not yet dispersed in artillery fire.

However, the Japanese troops who stayed at the bottom of the mountain began to move, and a squadron began to move up the mountain with weapons. It's still the old-fashioned way of attacking with infantry and artillery coordinated combat. First use heavy artillery to open the way to destroy the fortifications and will of the defenders, and then cover the infantry assault with mountain artillery.

Of course, the Japanese army could only move to a distance of about 200 meters from the main position on the top of Gushan Mountain, and if they advanced further, even their own shells were not equipped with a friend or foe identification system, and they could only become scum if they received one shot.

Zhou Shiyu, who was located in the anti-slope tunnel, although his face was a little ugly, but it was not so bad, the Japanese army's heavy artillery was very good, and even in the tunnel more than 30 meters away from the main position, he could feel the huge power of the explosion of heavy howitzer shells, and the earth kept falling down, and everyone was covered with dust like groundhogs.

However, except for the four people who stayed on the position as observation posts, which made people a little worried, even the other officers and soldiers who dared to die did not suffer any losses.

I have to say that the psychological quality of the bandit soldiers of the Death Company is good enough, except for a few people with pale faces who keep chanting "Bodhisattva blessing" to give themselves courage, most of the rest are either smoking or silently wiping the guns in their hands.

Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that they have been in the bandits' den for several years, killing people and setting fires are commonplace. Since joining the Death Company, the strict military law has effectively restrained their bestiality, but no one can erase the indifference to life and death in their bones! Anyway, these three months can be regarded as earned, at least, they are much better than the bloody bandit brothers who were taken to the barren mountains and shot in rows. As for what they care about, it may be the wives and children who have finally lived a stable life by relying on the independent regiment base!

Not only is their psychological quality good, but the bandit soldiers of the Death Company are no worse than other troops.

In the three months of hellish training, it is not that there are no bandits who want to run, but they are basically hung on the flagpole if they want to run, and the white-faced scholar-like Zhou Shiyu is no worse than the big brothers in the cottage who often light people with sky lanterns, and the twenty death places that Liu Lang gave him were used by him in half a month, and in the remaining two and a half months, no bandit dared to disobey the military law of the company that dared to die.

It can even be said that the entire independent regiment, the unit that most abides by military law, is the one who dares to die. Zhou Shiyu used the courage to defy the lives of the bandits one by one, and restrained the fierceness of the bandits in a controllable range.

At the beginning, it was not that no one wanted to hit Zhou Shiyu and several strict squad leaders with black guns after getting the weapons, but Zhou Shiyu and the veterans used their superb individual skills and ruthlessly hung the deserters who wanted to escape on the flagpole to tell them that they could have black guns, but it was more likely that they could not be killed, and that kind of terrible consequences were definitely not something they could bear.

The sharp sound of the bamboo flute suddenly sounded, and Zhou Shiyu's heart was slightly relieved, and it seemed that the observation post was still alive. Without waiting for his order, a platoon of daredevils sitting at the mouth of the pit rushed out with guns, followed by a platoon of machine guns.

The other three platoons continued to stand by in the tunnel, and they were Zhou Shiyu's reserves.

Zhou Shiyu, who was born in a regular military academy, understands very well that the battle with the Japanese army is by no means a matter of one or two days, and he can't cast his hole cards on the first day. With the MG42 machine guns of the organic artillery platoon as fire support, it was impossible for the Japanese to break through the defense line of a platoon of 50 people in a short period of time, even if they used heavy artillery to scorch the main position.

It is impossible for the narrow front of the main position in Gushan to support a large-scale charge, and if the large-scale charge of the Japanese army, regardless of casualties, will fulfill Zhou Shiyu's wish, the terrifying rate of fire of the MG42 machine gun will definitely repeat the events of the previous few days again, and make the 8th Division up and down hurt to the bone marrow.

In this first battle, Zhou Shiyu even dispatched only two MG42 machine guns and a platoon of three Czech light machine guns, and several mortars were only set up on standby, and they were not allowed to be used unless they were absolutely necessary.

The only surviving second lieutenant of the 4th Brigade in the attack and defense of Luo Wenyu brought back the news that the Chinese defenders had a heavy machine gun with a very high rate of fire, and although it was hard for Xi Yiyi to believe that he Chinese surpassed the Imperial Army in infantry support firepower, the remains of the Imperial soldiers who were carried down from the battlefield of Luo Wenyu were still intact but were almost beaten into a honeycomb told him that he had to accept this fact.

The Chinese did possess a new weapon that could completely suppress their Type 92 heavy machine guns, so before the attack, they specially warned the commander of the 16th Brigade, who was on the front line to personally supervise the battle, Nagawahara Kan, not to charge intensively on a large scale to avoid the nightmare suffered by the 4th Brigade.

The 20-minute heavy artillery bombardment was not only for demonstration, but also for the destruction of the fortifications of the Chinese defenders, and only in this way could the grenadiers of the infantry squadron destroy the enemy fire points without fortifications one by one, and as long as the fire points were destroyed, the Chinese defenders became lambs to the slaughter.

It can be said that for the sake of the small position of Gushan, in addition to not dispatching the tank brigade and using aircraft, Nishiyichi almost used most of the combat strength of the Eighth Division.

At a distance of more than thirty meters, it was only close to ten seconds, and even a platoon of daredevils rushed to their positions.

The position was shrouded in thick gunsmoke, and on this sunny spring day, the visibility was only more than 30 meters, and there was no shadow of the Japanese troops charging up the hill at all. On the position, there are all large craters, and some of the craters can almost fit into a car.

The trenches are no longer coherent, and the places that have collapsed by shells abound, which can be described as devastated at best.

"All, get into position, quick." A long platoon gave an order and ran to the bunker where the observation post was located.

The few observation posts in the bunker were his platoon, and of course he was worried.

HOWEVER, AFTER ONLY A FEW STEPS, THE PLATOON LEADER STOPPED, AND THE TWO BUNKERS ON THE LEFT SIDE WERE LONG GONE, AND THE TWO HUGE CRATERS AND THE TWISTED STEEL PLATES THAT HAD BEEN BLOWN UP TO THE EDGE OF THE POSITION AND INSERTED INTO THE GROUND PROVED THE POWER OF THE JAPANESE 240MM CALIBER HEAVY HOWITZER.

If someone stays in the dark castle, I am afraid that they will also become ashes with the dark castle, and even the matter of collecting corpses will be saved.

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the long platoon.

No, someone blew the bamboo flute just now, and there must still be an observation post alive, "Tiger Head, Tiger Head, where are you hiding in the dog's day?" The platoon leader shouted the name of a sergeant squad leader who had been in his class for three years.

Of the sixteen veterans, except for five who became platoon commanders, the remaining eleven all became sergeant squad leaders, and this time as an observation post, the leader was Wei Hutou, the leader of the third squad, a veteran who had the closest relationship with the platoon leader.

No one answered, the heart of the platoon leader sank, the battle had not yet begun, and with just one shelling, he had lost his best brother?

"Platoon leader, platoon leader, the third squad leader is here!" There were shouts from soldiers.

Three steps and two steps, a long line of long runs past, the joy on his face that had just turned into pain.

Wei Hutou, who was lying in the crater, vomited blood, and the large black blood clot on his chest placket was clearly a fragment of internal organs, which was shocked by the shell, and the platoon leader who had experienced the Songhu War of Resistance knew very well in his heart.

There are no directors of the future republic, so there are no last words that must be confessed before death on behalf of the righteous side, and the veteran who has not even had time to look at his brother, spurting blood and vomiting his last breath is dying silently.

After he had completed his mission.

No one understands how perseverance he used to blow the last bamboo flute, and no one knows why the silently dead veteran clenched his chest in the last moments of his life.

Because, the devil is already coming up.

"Machine gun, shoot Lao Tzu, shoot, shoot。。。。。。" The platoon leader roared, took a deep look at his brothers, who had lived and died together for three years, and then resolutely turned around and rushed into the position.

Someone rushed up and lifted the head of Wei Hu, the only one who could find the body, down, and the other three had already merged with the position.

In the pocket of the chest of the dead veteran, there is a yellowed black and white photograph.