The fierce battle lasted until dark, and most of the hundreds of brothers who rushed into the devil's position were lost, and the devils also suffered heavy casualties, and those who were still alive were no longer humans, and they were still fighting bloodily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Ming's second battalion braved the rain of devils and bullets to force several times, but they were all pressed back, and the dense rain of bullets like locusts hit the brothers with flesh and blood.

The devils wanted to rush down from the mountain to reinforce, but they were also pressed back by the violent barrage on Yang Ling's side, and in the face of the white-edged battlefield full of corpses, neither side could rely on it.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion of the hand-to-hand combat center, had become a bloody man, and there were fewer and fewer brothers still standing beside him, and the big knife he was carrying had also jumped out of the gap.

He slashed at the devil's neck, but instead of cutting off the devil's head, the devil screamed in pain, and was thrown to the ground by a brother beside him and strangled to death.

Two devil soldiers wearing cold steel helmets worked together to stab a brother covered in blood, turned around and ran towards Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion.

After nearly two hours of fighting, Lu Xing almost lost his strength, and one knife swept away the bayonet that a devil suddenly attacked, but the other bayonet poked him in the thigh.

The pain in his thighs staggered and sat on the slimy, wet ground, and he slashed the devil's calf with a knife.

This devil also fell, and the other devil stabbed down with a bayonet, and was grabbed by Lu Xing's hands, and his hands were cut bloodied by sharp blades.

The blood-dripping bayonet hung above Lu Xing's chest, and the devil stabbed hard, Lu Xing grabbed it, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Lu Xing wanted to call the brothers to come and help, but found that the brothers around him were all dead, and there were still people rolling together in the distant firelight.

Lu Xing gritted his teeth and pulled hard, his hands were cut all over the knife, but the falling bayonet pierced into the soil, and the little devil also used too much force and fell forward.

He turned over and pressed the little devil under him, grabbed a stone and went down towards the little devil's face, and the little devil let out a terrible scream, and the listener was terrified.

The little devil struggled, but was soon smashed by the stone beyond recognition, blood splashed, seeing that the little devil did not move, Lu Xing lay on his back on the ground like a loss of strength, panting heavily.

"Battalion commander, battalion commander, another little devil has pounced."

A dirty brother stumbled over and lifted Lu Xing up from the ground.

Lu Xing looked at the flickering firelight, and some devils broke through the barrage blockade and pounced on the cat's waist with bayonets.

He looked at the brothers who were fighting with the devils, most of them were exhausted to the end of their crossbows, and many of them could not stand steadily, he knew that they would not be able to defeat the devils no matter what, and if they fought again, the battalion would be exhausted.

"Let the brethren withdraw! Let's get down! Lu Xing gave the order to retreat.

The brothers who had been fighting with the devils for nearly two hours withdrew from the captured devil positions in embarrassment, and the remaining devils also collapsed and slipped on the ground, not even having the strength to shoot.

"Who told you to take it down! You're scared! I'm going to shoot you! The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, saw that Lu Xing led people to retreat without authorization, and roared loudly with his face twisted.

He could see clearly in the binoculars that as long as Lu Xing and them held on for even five minutes, the devil would not be able to hold on, and the position would be taken down, but Lu Xing and they collapsed first.

"Tuanza, brethren... The brethren are dying, so leave some seeds for our camp......"

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, who was covered in black and blood, knelt down and pointed to the brothers who were only more than 100 people behind him, and his voice was choked.

"You're scared!" Although Zhang Handuo was still scolding, the muzzle of the gun pointing at Lu Xing hung down weakly.

He knew that the brothers really tried their best, but the devil was too fierce and tenacious, even if he shot Lu Xing now, it would be useless.

Yang Ling helped Lu Xing, who was almost out of strength, up from the ground, and ordered the guards behind him: "Quickly help Battalion Commander Lu go down to bandage and rest." ”

"Chen Ming!" The regiment commander looked at the position of the Minshan devils under the cover of night, and shouted to the commander of the second battalion.

"Yes!" Chen Ming was also discouraged and hurriedly rushed over.

The regiment commander pointed to the devil's position in the smoke and flames and ordered: "Organize the brave team!" You must take the position for me today! ”

"Yes!" Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, knew that the first battalion was disabled, but their second battalion had to continue.

Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, ventured into the darkness from the trench and went to gather the brave team, but Yang Ling's face became extremely solemn.

"Tuanza, we have to find a way, we can't fight like this."

The huge casualties made Yang Ling see the cruelty of war again, and he couldn't bear to let the brothers fill the bottomless hole in vain.

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, didn't know that it was not a way to fill people's lives like this, but the military order was like a mountain.

If they can't get rid of the devils on Minshan, then as soon as the devil reinforcements arrive, the battle will be even more difficult to fight.

At that time, if you can't fight the devils here, the fall of De'an will directly affect the Ninth Army of the Nanxun Line and affect the operational subordinates on the south bank of the Yangtze River, so the encirclement of Wuhan will become an empty word.

As soldiers, although they sometimes know that they are dead, they have to die because they have to die because of the military order, which is the sadness and helplessness of soldiers in this era.

"Let Chen Ming's brave team go up and try again, if you can't fight today, it will be even more difficult to fight tomorrow." Zhang Handuo sighed and said.

Yang Ling is the commander, but the troops lack heavy firepower, if they have enough shells, they will not attack with human lives, and directly bombarding the mountain is enough to destroy the devils.

Yang Ling thought for a while and instructed Luo Heng to the regiment behind him: "Luo Tuan, gather the shell guns and flower traps of the whole regiment and send them to the brave team to increase their firepower." ”

Tuan Fu Luo Heng nodded and turned around.

"Report!" As soon as Luo Heng, the regimental attaché, left, a herald from the brigade headquarters entered the temporary command post of the regiment from the darkness of the night.

The regiment commander Zhang Handuo knew the herald of the brigade headquarters, and he raised his head and said: "You go back and tell the brigade that our regiment is organizing a brave team, and it will launch an attack soon, and it will definitely take the devils in the Minshan position before dawn tomorrow." ”

The herald shook his head and said, "Commander Zhang, the brigade seat asked you to stop the attack and stand by in place." ”

"What's going on? Why not attack? ”

The herald explained: "All regiments have encountered stubborn resistance from the devils, they have all suffered heavy casualties and retreated, and the brigade headquarters is working out a new battle plan. ”

Zhang Handuo thought that it was because their attack was blocked that made the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao dissatisfied, but he didn't expect this to be the case, and his tense face eased.

In fact, Zhang Handuo didn't want to fight, although they were the main force, they couldn't stand it and fight like this, and they would fight it all if they fought again.

"Let the brethren seize the time to rest and replenish their ammunition and stand by in place." Soon the order issued by the regimental headquarters also passed down.

The brethren were exhausted and leaned against the clammy trenches with their guns in their hands, and their bodies smelled sour.

The defeat in the battle left many brothers lying on the land not far away forever, because of the blockade of the devil's machine guns, they had to wait for the end of the war to drag the bodies back and bury.

In the silent trenches, the brethren were smoking cigarettes in heavy hearts, and the medic was running back and forth on the cat's waist, treating the wounds of the brothers who hung the lottery, and from time to time someone groaned in pain.

There were brothers and fellow villagers who had died, holding their heads and sobbing in low voices, and there were veterans wiping their blood-stained bayonets, ready for a new battle.

In the thick darkness of the night, both sides died down, and the battlefield was quiet except for the wind mixed with the strong smell of blood, but the thunderbolt of burning flames and stacked corpses let them know that the enemy was hundreds of meters away, and the battle was not over.