"Hmm" Tang Cheng, who probed out of the bunker, was pulled back to the bunker by a big hand, and only a few "whoosh" sounds were heard, and a string of bullets passed by Tang Cheng's steel helmet. "You don't want to die" It was Zhou Fu who was told by Liu Goat to pull back Tang Cheng, this money-hungry guy was glaring at Tang Cheng viciously at this time, and Tang Cheng Zhou Fu, who was crooked in the bunker, was at a loss, and Zhou Fu grinned.

"Boy, this is the first line of defense, it's not your way to observe the enemy's situation, if you stick your head out like this, you will definitely be killed by the little devil, you really think that the guy in the hand of the little devil is a burning stick." Zhou Fu's words made Tang Cheng a little ashamed, he flew over his head just now, but the string of bullets made him have to admit that what Zhou Fu said made sense. "Look at the devil like this when you look at it" Zhou Fu quickly poked his head out of the cover against the cover, and immediately shrank his head down as soon as he glanced forward: "That's it, just take a glance, don't stick out of the duck and stare stupidly like just now, it's easy to die." ”

The shouts of the officers were heard from the position, the soldiers who had survived the Japanese artillery fire began to pull the bolts of their guns to prepare for battle, and the veterans in the trenches were already ready, and everyone was staring at the smoke that was billowing in front of them, waiting for the enemy to emerge from it at any moment.

"Whew! Woohoo! ......" suddenly sounded overhead, and the Japanese mortars began to shell. This kind of voice sounds safe to everyone, and it is far away, as long as you huddle in the trenches, it will be fine. But if it's "hiss, hiss, it's bad, it's a cannonball falling overhead; At this point, it's dangerous to pounce elsewhere, because you risk hitting shrapnel from other shells when you dodge mortar shells.

"Boom! Bang! The ......" position exploded, and the smoke of gunpowder quickly filled the air, blurring everyone's vision, and the Japanese soldiers who had been crawling forward almost rushed up on the explosion point, and the Japanese soldiers who were strong and strong moved very fast, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the smoke were so fast that people could not aim. "Grenades, throw grenades." The voice of Liu Goat sounded on the position, and more than a dozen black things were vigorously thrown out of the trench, and a series of explosions immediately sounded outside the position.

"Boom!" With an explosion, at least two Japanese soldiers were blown down, and Tang Cheng's arm was sore, and throwing four grenades in a row had already made his arm sore. The obstruction of gunpowder smoke and dust on the battlefield made it impossible for Tang Cheng to see the enemy clearly, he was completely chasing the muzzle flame on the opposite side and firing by feeling, the entire position was plunged into a fierce battle, Zhou Fu, who had saved him once, did not know where to run, no one was here to teach him the skills of fighting, and now he could only rely on Tang Cheng himself.

Under Liu Shanyang's arrangement, the soldiers of the first battalion who were arranged in the first trench did not rush out of the trench to fight bayonets as before, but continued to hide in the trench, which made the Japanese army very uncomfortable. Many of the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the edge of the trenches were knocked down by the machine guns of the 1st Battalion on the 2nd trench. The machine gunners behind the Japanese flanks could not suppress the Chinese light machine gunners because of the terrain, so they had to move forward in a hurry, but under the constant bombardment of the opponent's grenadiers, the Japanese machine gunners could not see their firing range clearly.

The platoon of guns on the "grenade" position was followed by a round of grenades, and dozens of grenades bombarded and bombed, overturning a large area of the Japanese troops who rushed forward, and the scattered shrapnel disrupted the attack rhythm of this wave of attacking Japanese troops. "Fire, fire." While the remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned by the grenades, a salvo of light and heavy machine guns from the first battalion came in, and the morale of the Japanese troops was completely destroyed by the dense rain of bullets, and the corpses of the Japanese soldiers wrapped in khaki uniforms instantly covered the front of the already charred position.

Tang Cheng also followed the advancing salvo and fired, the first shot missed, the second shot hit the target, Tang Cheng could even clearly see the blood mist rushing out of the back of the Japanese soldier he was targeting. The position was still filled with gunsmoke and dust, and Tang Cheng did not feel dizzy or scared or nervous this time; He could even tell the approximate distance of the devil from the faint figure through the gray cloud.

"Shhh A sound sounded overhead, Tang Cheng hurriedly ran out to the side and took two steps and a fish jumped down, "Boom!" There was a loud bang behind him, and he could clearly feel the shock wave hitting his legs and feet like a tangible object, and there was a burst of paralysis in his back in an instant, and the whole person was pushed by Qi Lang and hit the trench wall, followed by an overwhelming scorching mudstorm covering the ground, beating the body to a hot pain.

Holding his breath with all his might, waiting for two or three consecutive bursts of scorching air to rush through, Tang Cheng leaned against the trench wall, slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and took in a breath of air that was still very hot; He stretched his legs and feet, slowly recovered from the paralysis, shook his whole body a few times to shake off the dust, and at the same time confirmed that he was not seriously injured, and then hunched his body and threw himself into the original combat position, to see that the grenades and spare bullets he had left there were still there, and then he raised his head and glanced out of the trench as Zhou Fu demonstrated.

The smoke on the battlefield was choking, but Tang Cheng actually found that he seemed to like the smell a little, and in this half-suffocating taste, he had a feeling of drowsiness, like being sick, which made him involuntarily think of Robert. That time he had a high fever, he was lying in bed and was weak and drowsy, and Robert stayed with him after giving him pills, and sang him a little tune that cowboys liked, saying that music was very effective in treating fever, and then, Robert's big hand kept holding his hand until he fell asleep.

The shout of "The devil's Iron King Eight is coming" suddenly sounded, waking Tang Cheng up from his memory, and through the still turbid air, he could vaguely see that the Japanese tanks were in front, less than two hundred meters away from the position. The Japanese tanks were slowly turning their turrets, firing aimlessly and occasionally shots, and they did not dare to rush straight ahead, which would easily have led them to the death of the lurking Chinese infantry and be destroyed.

The Makqin heavy machine gun of the "Da Da" battalion opened fire, and a barrage visible to the naked eye hit the Japanese tank that was slowly approaching the position of the first battalion, and the barrage hit the Japanese tank and burst out like fireworks. "Ha, the little devil's Iron King Eight is not moving." After the suffocating silence, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the position of the first battalion, and the Japanese tanks, which had been fired by the Maxim heavy machine gun with a whole chain of bullets, apparently did not move, but while everyone was cheering, no one noticed that the Japanese tanks that were supposed to be lying on their stomachs were slowly turning their turrets.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the suffocating flames burst out on the position of the 1st Battalion, and the Japanese tanks that should have been destroyed by the Makqin heavy machine gun opened fire, and the heavy machine gun position of the 1st Battalion was in the middle of it, and the machine gunner who had just been praised by everyone disappeared into the smoke along with his heavy machine gun.

Tang Cheng didn't know how he could rush up, but he just followed everyone and involuntarily rushed out of the bunker with bayonets, and the counter-charge of the national army suddenly crushed the Japanese attack. Before the thirty or forty remnants of the devil could recover from the explosion of the grenades, they stumbled and were killed by the Chinese soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables, and the Japanese tank, which had blown down a battalion of heavy machine guns, did not escape the fate of being turned into scrap metal, it was hit by at least three bundles of cluster grenades, and turned into a large fireball.

"Kill!" The rifle in Tang Cheng's hand stabbed forward, and the bayonet on the rifle stabbed into the chest of a Japanese soldier who was staggering and getting up on the ground, blood sprayed all over him, and Tang Cheng finally completed his first face-to-face assassination in his life, but he immediately vomited. The counter-charge of the national army directly crashed into the Japanese attacking team, among the many counter-charge soldiers of the national army, the guys of the second company were the most fierce, the fierce pockmarked face with a fast and slow machine in the left hand, and a big knife in the right hand, rushed into the Japanese army like a tiger into the flock, and the gun swept the knife, and in a blink of an eye, he put down a group of devils in front of him.

The "kill" counter-charge national army and the attacking Japanese army were mixed together, and both sides all fell into a state of selfless madness, everyone was fighting with their lives for their lives, completely ignoring the bayonet that stabbed them, only knowing how to greet the opponent. In close combat, almost one of the second company's fast and slow machines came in handy, and they didn't know why the Japanese army had to withdraw the bullets in the chamber when they were stabbing hard, but this was a good opportunity for them.

More than a dozen 20-shot fast and slow planes fired at close range, causing more and more Japanese people to fall, and by the time the Japanese detected the black move of the second company, the Japanese attack had been completely defeated, and the Japanese army, which had suffered more than half of the casualties, had to retreat in a hurry. The Japanese army retreated, and the strong attack was simply repelled by the stronger counter-charge, and Tang Cheng, who had used up two pistol magazines in succession, felt a burst of collapse all over his body, and hurriedly crawled back to his bunker with both hands and feet.

The Japanese army was repulsed, and the soldiers of the national army who participated in the counter-charge were also extremely weak, and the soldiers of the first battalion who retreated to the trenches were all silent, but the thick layer of mud on the faces of everyone on the position was white marks flowing out of tears, and the attacking Japanese army had a squadron size, and the battalion with fewer people than the other side repelled the opponent with a counter-attack, and everyone in the first battalion wanted to cry loudly.

The people of the first battalion were full of joy in their hearts, only their acting battalion commander Liu Goat frowned, if the counter-charge just now had not been attended by the dozen or so fast and slow machines of the second company, I am afraid that more than half of these people in the first battalion who rushed out of the position would have fallen, even so, but the first battalion of more than 150 people had already suffered more than 40 casualties. If there are a few more battles like this, I am afraid that a battalion will become a platoon, and he, the acting battalion commander, will become the first major platoon commander in the history of the national army.