The battle lasted from 7 to the afternoon of 8 October, and the dark sky in the mountains was covered with black ash, and the uniforms were torn, and the brothers were covered in blackened cloth.

"Fuck, the life of the little devil is so hard, you can't finish the fight......"

Nearly every one of the brothers had wounds, some from shrapnel to bayonets, and many of the gauze wrapping them were still oozing blood.

From the beginning of the general attack, I have been going around and around in the mountains for a day and a night, and I can't remember the positions of the devils on the mountains I have captured, and there are many little devils who have been killed, but there are still little devils.

As long as there are still remnants of the little devils resisting, the brothers know that this battle is not over and that they must continue to fight.

"Brothers, if you insist on it, the little devil is already a grasshopper after the autumn, and it won't be long before we jump, let's fight a little further, maybe we will be able to meet the brothers of the 66th Army opposite......"

Qin Shou didn't know how many little devils there were, and he didn't know how long this battle would last, but as the deputy battalion commander, he was the head and backbone of this team, and he had to cheer up the brothers.

"Battalion deputy, the brothers in the back didn't follow in the morning, is the unit withdrawn?"

And some of the brothers fell on their stomachs, looking back at the mountain road in which they had rushed in, and it was empty, and none of the brothers had come up with them.

Qin Shou waved his hand and said: "Don't think nonsense, if you don't destroy the Songpu Division, the troops will not be withdrawn......"

"But why didn't the brothers in the back follow?"

There were brothers with worries on their faces, and there were only a few dozen of them left here, and in this rugged mountain, they were afraid that they would die, and there was not even a person to collect the body.

They are not afraid of sacrifice and death, but they are afraid that they will die and be eaten by wild beasts, and they will die without turning a blind eye.

"They may be lost, you see there are too many ravines, maybe they have already gotten ahead of us, we must hurry forward, or we will fall behind."

Qin Shou grabbed his rifle and staggered to his feet, the continuous battle made them tired and weak, but they couldn't stop, the devil hadn't been eliminated yet.

"Battalion deputy, we don't have enough bullets, and we're hungry."

Qin Shou stood up, and the brothers also stood up one after another, but new problems were plaguing this tired army.

"And the bullets are taken out, everyone evens them out, and if there are no bullets, put on the bayonet, and bear with it when you are hungry, and you will be able to finish the war soon, and after the war, we can have a good meal, and then sleep for two days and two nights......"

Qin Shou's words made the brothers' movements faster, and they wanted to finish the battle early and go back to eat and sleep, maybe the brothers in the cooking class had already prepared the best meals and were waiting for them to go back.

In the mountains and ravines of Wanjialing, countless Chinese officers and soldiers were dragging their tired bodies forward to attack, and many of them lost their dry food during the battle, so they could only continue to fight hungry.

The battle in the mountains is no better than the battle in the plains, and in the mountainous areas with strange rocks and complex terrain, all the troops fight along the ravines and mountain roads.

Many troops fought all night and did not know where they had hit, let alone contact with the rear command, and rushed wherever there was gunfire anyway.

But by the time they rushed forward, the gunfire had stopped, and the two sides had left corpses strewn all over the floor, and not a single living person was to be seen.

The brothers went around and around in the mountains, and the most they saw were blood and corpses, and some small troops were ambushed by devils, and the whole squad and platoon died in the ravine.

There are also entire devil positions that have been captured by the brothers, and the little devils who have been stripped of their clothes are thrown everywhere indiscriminately, and many devils have been beaten beyond recognition by the angry brothers.

In the Chinese army, where communications were lagging behind, the troops were scattered into the mountains, and the commanders of the division and brigade headquarters had completely lost control of the troops.

At the beginning of the general offensive, the regiments and battalions still had targets to attack, and as the battle continued, some troops were detouring, some were flanking, and the troops were becoming more and more dispersed, and there were not many people left around even the regimental and battalion commanders.

Now all the battles are carried out spontaneously by the grassroots companies, but fortunately, all the officers and men have the same hatred for the little devils, and they do not need to command, and they will continue to fight forward until the Matsuura division is completely wiped out.

"Division, we have lost contact with all the attacking forces...... Now we don't have a reserve in our hands, and if the devils fight back, the consequences will be unimaginable......"

In the humble headquarters of the 51st Division, the operational staff officers were full of gloom.

Now the troops are too scattered, and they all rush into the mountains to fight, if the devils concentrate their forces to break through, it is very likely that the little devils will take the opportunity to break out.

The division commander Wang Yaowu was also aware of this problem, but now he had no troops available, and the only thing he could command now was two empty brigade headquarters.

However, the combat units below the brigade headquarters of the two brigades were basically incompatible, and only the wounded who came out of the mountains brought out some news, that is, the troops were still attacking.

"I can't care so much, our several armies are attacking with such a large intensity, and the little devils are not able to break through, gather the guard battalion and go up if necessary!"

Now the division commander, General Wang Yaowu, is also broken and broken, as if the devil really broke through from their side, he also admits it, it is impossible for him to transfer the troops in the mountains, but it is putting the cart before the horse.

"Also, I ordered to go down, and all the front-line medical stations were also organized to go to the mountains, if the troops waited for the troops to transport the wounded out after the battle, I am afraid that they would not live much."

"Let the people who stay behind cook and send them to the mountains, and the brothers will fight for a day and a night, and they can't be allowed to fight hungry......"

Now that the troops have been fighting the little devils on their own in the mountains, and their commanders have nothing to do, then let the brothers fight, and they will do a good job of logistics.

"Division, the mountains are all in a piece, I don't know where the troops are, where to send the prepared meals?"

"Wherever there is a gunshot, send it to you, in short, you have to send food in, by the way, bring more water ......"

"Yes!"

The commanders of the divisions and brigades left outside the mountain almost all gave the same orders, and since they could not directly direct the battle, they should do what they could.

Chinese officers and soldiers were interspersed and divided in the mountains in company and platoon units, and the troops of several armies met from time to time.

Although they all belong to different names, they are all Chinese, and in the mountains filled with gunsmoke, many officers and soldiers wearing different military uniforms and speaking Tiannanhai and northern dialects spontaneously mixed into combat groups one after another, working together to fight with the little devils.

The explosion of the grenade rang out in the mountains one by one, and from time to time the brothers who pounced on it and the devil who grabbed the grenade collided with each other, and then exploded together.

Before the smoke cleared, another brother stepped on the blood and pounced on it, and fought with the living little devil with a bayonet.

In the rugged mountains and forests, the Chinese officers and soldiers were fighting with the little devils, slashing with big knives, stabbing with bayonets, smashing with grenades, and falling to the ground and scuffling together, and the two sides that ran out of ammunition were left with only the most primitive and brutal battles.

It is precisely by relying on such bloody efforts that they are not afraid of sacrifice that they have wiped out the little devils who have stubbornly resisted everywhere, constantly encroached on the positions of the devils, and constantly turned the balance of victory in favor of the Chinese side.