As soon as Lu Xing's battalion captured the mountain, the angry Japanese army launched a frenzied retaliation, and it was a sudden artillery attack. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Japanese infantry artillery and mountain artillery made a deafening sound, and the dull sound made people's hearts flutter like thunder, and the mountain was shrouded in smoke and mud, as if shrouded in heavy dark clouds.

The brothers of the first battalion who stood on the top of the hill and raised their arms to celebrate the victory were blown over, and their broken arms flew high, and the bright red blood in their bodies spurted out like high-pressure water guns, and they wailed incessantly.

Many were swept into the broken trenches by the blast wave, and those who were lucky enough not to be blown up were all thrown into bunkers in a mess, jumping and dodging in the trenches, and vicious cursing was everywhere.

The gunpowder smoke blackened the face of the battalion commander Lu Xing, it was as black as the bottom of a pot, his ears buzzed with a roar, and he was blown off by the shock wave generated by the artillery fire, fell into the trench, and hit his head on the ammunition box and broke a bloody hole.

Blood flowed down the bloody mouth all over his face, and his face turned into a red and black face, and before he could struggle to stand up, another grenade fell nearby, and he was knocked to the ground again, covered in steaming earth, and the thick smoke choked him to cough.

The hill was bombed by the Japanese artillery and became a mess again, and all the trenches and fortifications were razed to the ground.

"Your uncle's Oriental cub, if you have the ability, let's compare and compare face-to-face, what kind of ability is it to attack!" The grizzled brethren came out of the dirt and yelled at the little devils.

As if in response, the second round of artillery fire was covered again, and the howling sound that tore through the air was heard, and the cursing brothers rolled down the hill as they cursed, watching the trees and corpses on the hill be blown to pieces.

The Japanese artillery fire was too arrogant and domineering, and seeing that the newly captured hill was plunged into a sea of gunsmoke, the regiment commander Zhang Handuo immediately called the division headquarters to ask for artillery support.

Although the artillery regiment directly under the division headquarters is not as good as the real field artillery regiment, the number of artillery equipped with is not many times stronger than that of ordinary miscellaneous troops.

After receiving the application for artillery support, division commander Wang Yaowu did not hesitate, and immediately ordered the division's artillery regiment to carry out a counterattack.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

A shrill whistling sounded overhead, and the brethren at the front heard the sound of artillery coming from behind them, and one by one they scrambled out of their bunkers, shouting excitedly.

"Boom, boom!"

A thunderous explosion rang out on the side of the Japanese position, and the brothers blushed with excitement and felt very happy in their hearts as they watched the Japanese army, which had just been showing off their might, being blown up.

The forward positions of the Japanese army were caught in a sea of smoke and fire, and the shells fired from the west were extended, and the sandbags, machine guns, and bodies of the Japanese positions flew into the sky slowly, and the entire front line was blown to pieces.

"Hit! Hit! "The brothers watched the Japanese army being bombed, and waved their fists to cheer loudly for their artillery brothers.

The Japanese artillery soon came to their senses, stopped bombing the already messy hill, and re-set Zhu Yuan to bombard the artillery of the 51st Division.

The shells were separated by the gap in front of the positions of the two sides, and many shells collided and exploded in mid-air, bursting into a large group of fire.

Yang Ling hurriedly withdrew hundreds of the three battalions in the front to prevent accidental injuries from artillery fire.

The two sides engaged in a lively artillery battle, but no one could help anyone, after all, Yang Ling and they were only facing the Japanese infantry, and they were not equipped with heavy howitzers and cannons, only some small-caliber artillery, and the two sides were evenly matched.

After the artillery fire stopped, Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion with a disgraced face, in order to avoid another artillery attack on the mountain, only sent one company to occupy the mountain, and the other troops formed a position not far away as a reserve.

The Japanese army launched another attack, but there were three battalions of Yang Ling stubbornly blocking in the front, and there was a battalion of fire support from the commanding heights of the hill on the flanks.

The blocking position of Huilongji was well consolidated, although the Japanese army attacked several times, but they all ended without a problem, and the newly trained brothers looked at the Japanese army like this, and their fighting spirit became high.

Yang Ling did not relax his carelessness, and ordered the troops to seize the time to build trench fortifications and arrange defensive positions in echelons, even if the Japanese army was lucky enough to attack the first-line trenches, they would not be able to break through the depth in a short time.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and when the Japanese army was fighting in Shanghai on the beach, many troops who went to the battlefield from all over the country had no experience in fighting the Japanese army, and still followed the style of fighting during the civil war.

Concentrated defense, concentrated retreat, fragile single-line trenches, these faced well-equipped Japanese troops that suffered a big loss, often the Japanese army was covered with cannon fodder, and a reorganized division would reimburse most of it.

And those fragile one-line trenches were even more unbearable, once the Japanese broke through at a certain point, the entire position would collapse, and the backward tactics were also one of the important factors in the failure of that tragic battle.

And after these vicious battles and the lessons of blood, the progress of the Chinese army is also obvious, both the defense and the offensive have begun to change and progress, which is a good sign for the Chinese army.

The real war not only made the combat tactics of the troops improve, but also the new recruits who were only integrated into the troops in the winter have grown and matured.

The recruits, who were so frightened by the Japanese artillery fire a few hours ago that they peed their pants, were now nesting in the trenches at the occasional cold guns and cold guns, without blinking their eyelids, eating the captured Japanese canned food by themselves, and they were quickly adapting to the war.

"Do you want to take a sip to suppress the shock?" Junko, the veteran deputy company commander, leaned back against the trench and smiled at a new recruit.

This recruit performed very well in the hand-to-hand hand-to-hand combat just now, and when he first entered the battlefield, he cooperated with two other brothers to take out a fierce Japanese soldier, and at this moment he calmed down, and suddenly felt a little afraid.

Seeing the kettle handed over by the deputy company commander Junzi, the recruit brother felt his mouth dry, and without hesitation, he took it and raised his neck to take a few sips.

"Ahem... Ahem, how is it wine? The recruit's face was red from choking, but he didn't expect the kettle to be full of wine.

Junzi laughed and said: "I didn't say it was water, hehe, what, it tastes good, the old man has to be able to drink, otherwise how to fight the devil."

The recruit smiled bitterly at Junko's fallacy and shook his head, but after the hot liquor went down, he suddenly felt that his pores were dilated, and his whole body was much smoother, and the discomfort of killing for the first time was gradually disappearing.

"This little devil is just yelling so much, if you really want to fight hard, we are not afraid of them, I think we were ...... in Shanghai" Junko began to brag about his experience while drinking.

Most of these recruits are killing people for the first time, and many people are not adaptable, and at this moment they saw the veteran Junko telling, and they all listened quietly, and from time to time someone asked, the original discomfort was disappearing in the veterans' narration.

After Yang Ling explained the defense task to the deputy battalion commander Lao Yangun, he quickly returned to the regimental headquarters set up in Huilongji.

Perhaps because of the victory, the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, seemed very happy, and when he saw Yang Ling coming in, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"The commendation of the brigade has come down, and the brigade hopes that we will make persistent efforts and play our prestige!" Zhang Handuo danced excitedly.

In just one day on the battlefield, they annihilated nearly 200 Japanese troops with their ferocious offensive of daring to fight, which was a great boost to the morale of the troops.

"How's our brother troop?"

Yang Ling was also in a good mood, and after sitting down and taking a sip of water, he asked about the friendly army, after all, it was difficult to rely on one of them to fight a war, and it was a long-term solution to cooperate with the friendly army.

"I heard that the 58th Division has attacked Yongcheng and Fengxian, as long as our 51st Division is dead like nails in Dangshan, I estimate that the devils in front of us will not last long."