In the trenches of the black cauldron top position.

The young lieutenant, who had previously been taken away by the veterans, walked in the trench with one arm hanging and a cat bent over his waist to inform his subordinates of the decision to go to the top.

Nearly 500 people from the three companies in the entire black pot will withdraw from the position and retreat to the tunnel first, leaving only more than 140 people in a company under his command to hold the position, and the friendly artillery will cover the front 100 meters of the position after three minutes.

Everyone must first find their own anti-gun holes to avoid accidental injury from friendly fire, and this is what the lieutenant must explain to everyone.

The young lieutenant, who was explaining to the soldiers, suddenly sensed a concerned gaze, looked up, and saw the gaze projected on his arm by the veteran a few meters away, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he couldn't help but speed up a few steps forward: "Fifth squad leader, have you found the anti-artillery hole in your squad, there is still a minute, and the shelling will begin." ”

"I've already arranged it here, but it's you, how did you do it?" The veteran didn't seem to be excited by the commander's special concern at all, but rolled his eyes and asked stiffly.

"I was swept a little skin by the little devil's machine gun, left hand, it doesn't affect the gun." The young lieutenant was not angry, and as a matter of course, he pulled out the box gun inserted in his waist with his intact right hand and explained to the veteran.

In that way, it doesn't look like a senior and a subordinate, but more like a junior facing an elder.

"Hmph, hurry back to your headquarters, don't be reckless, the bullets on the battlefield are not long-sighted." The veteran was obviously still a little upset, and snorted lightly.

"Then, squad leader five, be careful." The young lieutenant turned around and left, and after taking two steps, he turned back and whispered.

After saying that, he resolutely turned around and left, never looking back.

"Be careful with that, too!" The veteran's hard face just now looked at the young figure in the distance, and gradually softened, and said in a voice that only he could hear.

It is clear that the veteran and the young lieutenant have a special relationship beyond their comrades. Not every veteran can talk to the commander like this.

"Whew。。。。。。" The artillery fire of the artillery battery of the separate regiment arrived as scheduled.

Fireworks suddenly bloomed at the front of the black pot top position nearly three miles wide, and the puppet army was suddenly blown up.

The area covered by the eight mountain guns is only a few hundred square meters, and as long as it is not a direct hit, even if it is blown up five meters next to the 11-ton Type 89 medium tank, it can only shake the tank violently and not cause too substantial damage.

But for the infantry without protection, it is too deadly, every shell explodes, will always be accompanied by a few unlucky figures flying into the sky, artillery, the god of war for the infantry without trench protection, is simply an insoluble existence.

Killed by artillery, that's normal, not dead, that's the exception. Most of the survival in the shelling depends on luck, and a small part depends on experience.

For example, choose where to hide from artillery fire.

Eight tanks were very experienced, and at the moment of being shelled, they simply ignored the puppet army in front of them, and advanced towards the defenders' positions at full speed, and the tracks of several tanks were already stained with the flesh and blood of the puppet army.

Whether they were dead or lying on the ground to avoid the artillery fire, everything on the route of the Type 89 tank became a decoration on the track.

The muffled sound of the crushed human tissue even overshadowed the roar of mountain artillery shells for a moment. The creepy human explosion and the splashing of more than a dozen meters of blood fountains stimulated the puppet army, and under the desperate call of the officer accompanying the team, they followed the tank to attack the defender's position.

The soldiers of the national army who hid in the anti-artillery hole were alarmed by the whistle of the guard post, and they climbed out of the anti-artillery hole and entered the battle position to shoot desperately. The worst result appeared, the two devils who were shelled not only did not retreat but launched an attack more resolutely, at this time holding the position is the first priority, as for whether it will be bombed by friendly forces by mistake, it has been put second.

One side had to hold the position, the other side had to evade the shelling to capture the position, and the soldiers on both sides fired the bullets in their chambers as fast as they could, and then pulled the bolt to shoot the next shot.

At this moment, human life has become worthless, and shooting the bullet in the chamber of the gun is the task that everyone wants to accomplish the most. The machine guns of the eight Japanese tanks roared desperately, pouring bullets like a torrential rain, and the eight light machine guns left on the Black Cauldron position also let out their own roars.

At this moment, no one can be suppressed, the charging puppet army can't, and neither can the national army lying in the trenches, you may die if you shoot with your head out, but the result of not shooting is definitely that you don't have the right to shoot again.

Both sides were cornered by the other.

The puppet army in the charge constantly has been hit by bullets and screams in pain, the best luck may only be wounded but not dead, if you can defeat it is possible to live, if you are a little lucky, you can still leave a whole corpse, if you are unlucky, whether you die or not, you may be blown up by the ensuing artillery fire.

The small mushroom-shaped fireworks that explode in the mountains of northern China do not care what they are within the range of their existence, whether they are dead or alive, or flowers and trees, as long as they exist on the surface, they will be destroyed by it.

The national army on the position also suffered heavy casualties, shooting desperately with hundreds of rifles for the puppet army to survive, plus 16 machine guns on eight tank vehicles firing wildly, it seems that every breath of air can inhale a bullet.

Many soldiers just raised their heads slightly, and then fell down with a muffled snort, bitter haha The 29th Army could not equip every ordinary officer and soldier with a steel helmet, which was a treatment that only the Central Army had.

In fact, even if there is a steel helmet, it will not play much role in such a close range of mutual fire, and since its birth, it has been mainly used as a protective shrapnel sputter, and it cannot resist the huge kinetic energy brought by the 800 meters per second muzzle velocity bullet.

No one grieves, perhaps there is no time to grieve, the living just mechanically put the grenades that had been unscrewed by the side of their dead comrades into their reach.

That's their last heavy weapon.

It can not only deal with the infantry of the two devils, but also the tanks of the little devils.

There was already at least one squad of soldiers, silently strapping grenades, cluster grenades, a killing weapon that could disable Japanese tanks.

The only drawback is that the cluster grenade, which weighs more than a dozen pounds, can no longer be thrown far, and it must be stuffed into the belly of the tank at close range, which means that even a soldier who can dodge the cluster grenade detonated by a rain of bullets will definitely not be able to escape the shock wave.

To put it bluntly, the people who went to bomb the Japanese tanks that were getting closer and closer were all death squads, death squads who wanted to exchange their lives for their lives. 2510