In the camp, Xing Yuan was like an ant on a hot pot at this time. Hearing the intensive shelling and seeing the wounded brought back in batches, he certainly knew that the battle on the front line was fierce. But he refused to fight several times, held his breath, and had to carry out the task of continuing training.

The shelling lasted more than 20 minutes, and the entire hill was unsheltered, bare, with soft black frozen soil everywhere, rocks had been shattered, and trees were nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, it was getting dark, and the Japanese attack was abandoned after learning that the flares were as dense as day. After several sorties to treat the wounded were sniped seven or eight hundred meters away, the Japanese had no choice but to give up treating the wounded.

However, in such a tragic battle, the wounded have no value for treatment in more than half an hour, and most of the wounds will be frozen, and even if they are rescued back to the barracks, they will not live long.

The Japanese army stopped, and the sky darkened. On the battlefield, the soldiers roamed over the mountain beams, the ants generally searched in front of the position, and the horses climbed and plowed across the mountain passes, transporting the ammunition and supplies cleaned from the battlefield back and forth.

Half an hour later, there were no more figures moving on the battlefield, and even the sporadic gunfire just now disappeared.

Clusters of firelight lit in the lee of the hill of the position, and it could be seen that the position on this side was still strong and still there.

After a day of silence, "Fukaya Shu" sent a telegram to Koizumi again, swearing that the report could hold on for a day, and the ammunition was enough to support.

Reassured that the mine was still there, and that gunshots and explosions could still be heard after the battle, Junrokuro Matsuura decided to take the front position in one fell swoop tomorrow to rescue Shu Fukaya and crush the enemy. He believed that the two rounds of strong attacks on his side suffered heavy losses, and the other party was not much better.

At night, the wells in the camp were buzzing and busy, and tens of thousands of people were like ants shuttling through the camp until the second half of the night.

The Japanese army did not launch an attack when the bonfire was lit on the opposite side for a night, and the battlefield was still quiet in the north wind when it was dawn.

Shout!

The whistling sound of the cannonballs tearing through the air broke the dawn when he could see the objects around him, and then a roaring explosion sounded, and the entire hilltop position burst into flames, and the frozen soil and gravel that had been covered with thick frost flowers were lifted again in the explosion, so that the position like Mai was shrouded in the smoke and dust as black as ink.

The Japanese troops all over the mountains and fields were advancing steadily, mixed with ten tanks that had just arrived and ten armored vehicles, advancing steadily in front of them under heavy artillery fire. Zhilu Road was five or six hundred meters away from the front of the position before it stopped, and the tanks joined the bombardment.

After half an hour of shelling, the Japanese poured nearly half of the shells they had brought, and then the infantry charged the position with the tanks and armored vehicles lined up, as the artillery fire extended.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...... The pace of the Japanese advance became faster and faster, and when they were close to 100 meters, they broke out with earth-shattering shouts and rushed to the position like a tide.

To their surprise, until they rushed to the position, they were not hindered in the slightest. Looking at the position again, it was obvious that there was no one left, so they bombarded for half an hour in vain.

"Take care of the wings and hold your ground!"

When Junrokuro Matsuura learned that the other side had abandoned his position, he ordered preparations for the other side's counter-encirclement, and at the same time sent a telegram to ask Shu Fukatani.

Soon, Fukaya Shu called back, saying that the army on the other side was still there, but there were more people.

"Is the other party going to take the mining area in one fell swoop?"

Junrokuro Matsuura looked at the telegram and pondered, and ordered the command post to move forward, and the baggage troops to keep up, so as to prepare for a new round of attacks, and at the same time, leave a place for the three divisions of the upcoming Shinkyo.

Just as the Japanese army was building a position and the command post was moving forward, fierce gunfire suddenly came from a distance, and the roaring explosions rang out one after another.

"Not good! Striker presses!! ”

Junrokuro Matsuura was shocked when he heard the gunshots and explosions, and hurriedly gave the order.

Ten minutes later, when the guns were silent in the distance, the Japanese army rushed to the mining area like a tide.

When the mining area was faintly visible in the distance, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and the bullets caused the running Japanese soldiers to fall in pieces, blocking them three or four hundred meters from the hillside at once, and they were crushed in the snow.

"Call Shuosa Fukaya!!"

Junrokuro Matsuura, who rushed to the mountain pass, saw that the troops attacking in front of him were crushed in the snow, and he didn't care about reinforcements, so he first asked if the mining area was in his hands.

On the radio, there was no response from the mine.

Junrokuro Matsuura already had the judgment of Fukaya Hidetama after his continuous calls to Hideya Fukaya were not answered. How could he be embarrassed that the army was overwhelmed by the enemy or the people who were going to be rescued?

"Launch a general attack!! Destroy the enemy for me!! ”

Junrokuro Matsuura roared and gave the order to attack on all fronts.

After receiving the order, the large Japanese troops that were moving forward crossed the first line of defense and launched a charge towards the mining area.

The tank rumbled into the mountain pass, and was just about to spread out the formation and press on the whole line, when a tank moving to the side suddenly arched up, and then the center of gravity shifted, leaning sideways, unable to move. It was only then that the Japanese army was stunned to find that all the trees in front of them had been cut down and transported away, leaving behind a stump more than half a meter high, which just supported the chassis of the tank. There was only one one-way road to the front position, and the two tanks were still working side by side, but they did not press the whole line.

"Yaga!!"

Junrokuro Matsuura saw the tree stumps faintly peeking out of the snow everywhere, and they were big. But he didn't think much about it, he just thought that it was the logging method adopted by the garrison here for defense, and he didn't think that the enemy could empty the trees here in just a few hours, which was obviously unrealistic.

The tanks could not spread out, so they had to follow the direction of the road, lined up in a long line, and rushed towards the position.

The artillery quickly poured into the mountain pass, and when the infantry charged, quickly put up their cannons, waiting for the appearance of the enemy's fire point.

Two thousand meters, one thousand meters, five hundred meters...... The Japanese rushed to the mine without hindrance.

When there were still two or three hundred meters away from the hillside, the charging Japanese soldiers paused in amazement.

At the foot of the mountain in front of us is a piece of ice, which is so clean in the cold wind, and the snow particles blown by the wind roll on the ice, making the ice look a little unreal.

The vanguard was pinned down on the edge of the ice, lying on their stomachs in the snow and unable to raise their heads or charge. The edge of the ice was littered with corpses, apparently left over from the previous round.

The charging Japanese troops were not intercepted, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, they launched a charge on all fronts.

With the shouting, the Japanese did not wait for the tanks to arrive, and rushed to the ice-covered positions in front of them amid the shouting.

But they obviously underestimated the surface of the ice, and as soon as they stood up, under the action of the thin particles of snow on it, they slipped one after another, and in an instant the edge of the glacial lake was piled up with figures of people on their backs, and then they were crushed by their companions who came from behind.

At this moment, a thumping gunfire rang out, followed by a dense burst of machine guns that resounded throughout the position. Fire snakes erupted from the inverted triangular shooting holes under the ice slope, and swept towards the Japanese troops who were less than 100 meters away.

The sudden sound of gunfire and the barrage of stormy rain made the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldiers who were close at hand fly, and the blood-red mist rose and was ground into minced meat.

In less than a minute, a swamp of flesh and blood tens of meters wide was left at the front of the glacial lake. Under such a fierce attack, the Japanese retreated like a tide.

"Artillery support!!"

As the Japanese retreated on all fronts, all the firing points also leaked out, and immediately after, the tom-tom boom of the artillery positions continued, and the shells covered the already unbright sunlight and fell towards the frozen lake area.

In an instant, the earth shook, the air tumbled violently, the icy north wind was blown away by the hot waves, and the snow on the ground turned into mist in the fluttering. The shrapnel shrieked and tore through every inch of space, flying through the area, striking at all protrusions.

In the trenches, all the Oroqen warriors and hundreds of snipers hid at the base of the bunker, their mouths open, their ears blocked with their fingers, and they were lying quietly in shaking.

Ice chips flew in front of the bunker wall, which had been poured with water overnight, and the wood at the top of the bunker wall began to loosen and break and shatter under the direct hit of the shells.

The Japanese were fierce, and the shelling lasted for twenty minutes, pouring the largest amount of ammunition, vowing to tear the front positions apart, and taking the direction of the road to the top of the hill as the most concentrated, with the obvious intention of using artillery shells to open a way.

On the other hand, the position on this side was silent, allowing artillery fire to pour down. Those bunker walls were lifted more than half a meter high in the artillery fire, but because they were all frozen, they were not wiped out in the artillery fire like the front position, and the general shape was still there.

Twenty minutes later, the shelling finally ended, and the Japanese troops, led by tanks, launched a charge on all fronts from the ice lake that had been bombed and had been bombed with holes in it, focusing on the location of the road.

Just as they stepped into the area of the glacial lake and carefully stepped on the debris of the ice ballast, several flames suddenly erupted in the direction of the bunker, and in the loud noise, the tank burst into flames.

At the moment when the explosion sounded, there was a sudden burst of gunfire on the shattered position, and the grenadiers threw grenades in pieces and landed in all positions within four or five hundred meters.

The barrage blocked the Japanese army's charge, and the shrapnel from the explosion shredded all the lives close to the ice lake, and with their blood, the large crater that was blown out was quickly filled, forming a bright red new ice lake......

"Dog, do you still have cigarettes?"

A veteran machine gunner of the Northeast Army leaned tiredly against the root of the broken bunker, pulled open the cold bullet casings piled up around him, and stretched out his slightly trembling hand to the loader.

"Brother Shan... My box of Japanese cigarettes was smoked by you, and it will be dark in a while, so bear with me, and I'll clean up the battlefield and get you two more boxes. ”

"Oh yes! Little Japanese is really a man...... How many suicidal charges have you made? ”

The veteran withdrew his hand and gasped.

"I didn't even care about counting, so I knew that you had changed three crooked handles, and more than a dozen boxes of bullet buckets were gone......"

The loader was also exhausted.

Xing Yuan stood in the bunker on the top of the hillside and watched the fierce battle below, his blood boiling, and Dong Ku's question echoed in his ears.

"It's all good, the people of the Northeast don't have a bad race!"

Xing Yuan muttered, clenching his fists......