In the binoculars of Nagagawahara Kan, although the brave soldiers of the 3rd Brigade under his command suffered a lot of losses, they were still stubbornly approaching a little bit. On the other hand, the Chinese defenders in the defensive position have blown up several of their machine gun fire points, and the only remaining two heavy fire points cannot be effectively and continuously fired under the suppression of heavy machine guns and grenadiers, and the resistance of the Chinese soldiers is getting weaker and weaker, and the grenades thrown from time to time are not as fierce as before.

It is obvious that the balance of victory is tilting in favor of itself, and the enemy is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and a smile appeared on Nagagawahara's face.

However, he did not let his guard down, and it was observed that the defenders of China who had been active on the ancient mountain were by no means more than the strength of one or two platoons. Moreover, the independent regiment of the Central Army of China is somewhat different from other Chinese troops, and the method of judging the strength of the opponent based on the enemy's firepower in the past is not accurate for them.

"Order the two infantry squadrons not to advance after occupying the opponent's position, first turn the attack into defense, and wait for all the supporting firepower to be in place before continuing the attack, so as to prevent the Chinese from playing tricks." Nagagawahara Kan Chong said to the herald beside him.

Looking at the backs of the heralds who had gone away, Yamamoto Shaoza, the commander of the 3rd Brigade, who had almost been "deprived" of the command of the front, did not hold back but asked with a little flattery: "Your Excellency the brigade commander, why don't we take advantage of the flight of the Chinese to exterminate them in one fell swoop?" The Chinese, who had lost their fortifications, were nothing more than a bunch of panicked rabbits in front of our Imperial Japanese Army, vulnerable. ”

"No, no, Yamamoto-kun, you are wrong, it's not that I am angry with others to destroy my own prestige, this Chinese army is different from the Chinese army we have seen in the past, not to mention that the 4th Brigade is because of the fact that all of them are broken, let's just say that in the confrontation just now, the Chinese have no heavy artillery, no mountain artillery, and even a pitiful machine gun, but they can block the soldiers of our nearly two squadrons in front of the position for up to half an hour. I'm sure you also know the casualties of our troops in the simplest fire reconnaissance tentative attack before, 16 people were killed, 35 were wounded, and 200 people were killed in one squadron, and the casualty rate was close to 25 percent.

Obviously, this is a tough opponent. Moreover, they were also very cunning, our artillery made a time difference in the hope of inflicting casualties on the enemy, but judging by the number of people they participated in the defense, it is clear that the good intentions of the artillerymen were in vain.

In the face of such a tenacious and cunning opponent, we cannot be too cautious. Nagagawahara shook his head and patiently explained.

"Hai, the brigade commander is wise." Yamamoto Shaozo snapped a standing and bowed slightly, respectfully expressing his joy and sincerity.

This fart that was not light or heavy and slapped to the G spot in the middle of the buttocks undoubtedly made Major General Nagagawahara Kan very comfortable, holding the handle of the command knife poked on the ground with a shy stomach, and the big horse golden knife stood with a slight squint and looked at the distant position, and said: "Yamamoto-kun, don't you think that it is far more pleasant to be able to completely annihilate such an opponent than to annihilate a group of cowards?" ”

"Haha, I'm sure Your Excellency the Brigade Commander will soon be happy." Yamamoto Shaosa is obviously a person who is very good at figuring out the thoughts of his boss and is also very good at talking.

In the laughter and conversation of the two Japanese commanders, the Dare to Death Company left a squad in a platoon to continue to block the enemy, and the rest of the men carried the remains of the soldiers and the seriously wounded into the No. 2 position 30 meters away, and the two MG42s, which had been silent for a long time, fired wildly in a remnant of the fire point fortifications of the No. 2 position, suppressing the Japanese troops who had accelerated the pace of attack.

Those who dare to play in front of it are all dead.

The only thing that could slightly suppress the two terrorist machine guns was a grenadier canister from a few hundred meters away and a heavy machine gun fire group composed of eight Type 92 heavy machine guns.

After covering the withdrawal of the soldiers of the last squad through the communication trenches to position No. 2, the MG42 machine gun also stopped firing. There's no way, the MG42 is very cool and enjoyable to fight, but the amount of bullets consumed is also a lot of energy, just this is only half an hour of fighting, and the two MG42s have fired nearly 4,000 rounds of ammunition, even the barrels, have been changed twice in turn. If other troops were to be put aside, it would almost be the amount of two Maxim machine guns fired in a day.

Although the Death Company has a lot of ammunition in storage, there is still an unknown amount of fighting in the future, and it must be saved when it can be saved, and the two MG42 machine gunners who have cooled up can almost hear the sound of their platoon commander grinding his teeth in the back. Before the battle, I had already explained to them that this battle could not exceed 2,000 rounds at most, and now it seems that it is only half of the battle.

Without the suppression of machine-gun fire, the Japanese troops, who had already rushed 30 meters in front of the No. 1 position, rushed into the No. 1 position in just two breaths.

What was left for them was a clean position, except for the large blood stains on the ground that proved that they had also killed and wounded the defenders, and the rest of the enemy fled in confusion as they imagined the corpses all over the field.

Good fellows, the Chinese are retreating in an organized manner, and Fujita Ichiro, the leader of the Japanese squadron who has entered the trenches, secretly took a cool breath and admired His Excellency Nagakawa, the brigade commander who ordered them to stand their ground first and wait for fire support.

As a veteran captain, Fujita Ichiro certainly knew how difficult it would be for pure infantry to attack a stubborn enemy who had retreated in an orderly manner and regained the advantage of fortifications, and he could no longer afford to lose any more soldiers. Looking back at the earthy yellow figure that was still lying on the road ahead and no longer moving, Fujita Ichiro's tears were about to come out, his squadron was basically only half left, and they were all veterans who had experienced a hundred battles! Even if it is replenished again, the combat effectiveness will not be the same as before.

"Damn the Shina people, I swear by the honor of the Fujita family, I, Fujita Ichiro, will definitely dig out your hearts." Fujita Ichiro craned his neck and looked at another position of the Chinese dozens of meters away, gritting his teeth and vowing.

Apparently, Captain Fujita, with his neck on his back, did not realize that the trench in front of him was too high.

Of course, maybe it's because he's too short. Captain Fujita, who is only 1.58 meters tall, sees that many objects are tall versions, so he casually ignores the 2-meter-high trench in front of him.

If he wants to climb out of the trench and attack the opposite position, he is afraid that he will have to ----- a small ladder and a small bench may not be able to satisfy his wishes.

"Bastard, the Chinese who are afraid of death dig the trench so deeply."

After the defense task was issued, the little devils who were going to put the guns on the trench had to hate and sadly find that they really couldn't do it, even if they jumped. The congenitally deficient Japanese invaders opened their mouths to curse the immoral Chinese for not giving them a position suitable for their height.

A fierce little devil Jun Cao relied on his strong leg strength, kicked his feet, and rubbed on the edge of the trench, but he was very happy and sad, the strength was a little too big, and his head was a little too high.

And more than 30 meters away, there were a row of bandits who dared to die and stared at this side with their guns and squints.

Thirty meters, a target as big as a basketball, not too simple, for the bandits of the Death Company who each fired more than a thousand bullets in three months.

"Bang bang bang" almost four or five shots fired at the same time.

There were three holes in the butter oil steel helmet sprayed with blood, and the Type 90 steel helmet used the rounded slip angle to block one bullet, but could not block the direct fire of the other three bullets.

At the same time, the three warheads that penetrated the steel helmet and became irregular almost smashed the heads of the Japanese soldiers in the helmets, and the huge impact force caused the necks of the Japanese soldiers who fell into the trenches without saying a word to a strange ninety degrees.

"Yaga, you've been fooled."

When Ichiro Fujita, who was overwhelmed by the soldiers' inability to climb the trench and shoot, saw the soldiers who were only five or six meters in front of him being knocked down by such a shot, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Could it be that this is deliberate by the Chinese? This terrible thought came to his mind, and looking at the trench behind him that was obviously twenty centimeters shorter than this side, Fujita Ichiro realized in his heart, and couldn't help but open his mouth and shout.

But apparently, he understood something too late.

Round grenades rained down from the opposite side towards the trenches.