The soldiers in the trenches were ready to be beaten and shouted in Tangcheng, and everyone stared at the front of the position with round eyes as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, waiting for the attacking Japanese army to appear. Xie Bo had already told Tang Cheng that whether a person could survive on the battlefield depended not only on his bravery and extraordinary skills, but also on the luck of the person, perhaps Tang Cheng's luck had been used up during the day, and almost all the artillery fire from the Japanese army at night was smashed on Tang Cheng's position.

"Boom" "Boom" The shells that fell from time to time made Tang Cheng's position full of smoke and fire, and the soldiers who had taken refuge in the anti-artillery hole still could not avoid the bombardment of intensive artillery fire, and Tang Cheng personally watched an anti-artillery hole being bombarded into a pile of empty soil by the Japanese artillery fire. Now it is too late for the soldiers in the gathered positions to retreat, the shrapnel flying all over the sky will kill them, and the only way is to stay in the anti-artillery hole, who will survive depends entirely on their luck.

"Boom" With the smoke spread by the explosion, Tangcheng's anti-artillery hole was completely submerged, and the landing point of the shell was only a few meters away from the anti-artillery hole where Tang Cheng was hiding, and there was no time to react at all, Tang Cheng, who had already been dizzy and swollen by the Japanese artillery bombardment, only felt that the left half of his body was numb, and the shrenchnel of the two shells had been nailed to his left shoulder and ribs. I don't know if I remember it right, according to the method that Tian Kui taught him, Tang Cheng gritted his teeth and pulled off the shrapnel nailed to his body, and then wrapped the wound indiscriminately with Tian Kui's self-made first-aid kit.

"Fucking little devil, your cannon is endless, if you keep bombarding, grandpa and my Jinluan Palace will be finished." A rough shouting sounded in the anti-artillery hole not far from Tang Cheng, and Tang Cheng could hear that it was a veteran of his subordinates. The novices had already been frightened by the Japanese shelling, and now there would be no one else who could still scold at this time except those veterans.

At this moment, Tang Cheng, who was huddled in the anti-artillery hole, felt that he was no longer alone in the trench surrounded by the night, although the nearest soldier was still a few meters away from his anti-artillery hole, but the shouting made his nervousness inexplicably relaxed. Tang Cheng's tears slipped down his face unconsciously, and the soldiers were far away, and no one interfered with him to be weak. Tang Cheng remembered that when he was young, even if there was a small wound on his body, Robert would be very nervous to disinfect the wound for him, and would ask him if it hurt, and tell him those small stories that could make Tang Cheng forget the pain.

But this damned war turned Tang Cheng into a soldier, fighting the Japanese army on the battlefield with soldiers who have today and no tomorrow. The pain in his body reminded Don City of Robert, the stories Robert told him, and the cookies that Robert baked with his own hands. Tang Cheng's shoulders began to shrug, if he hadn't tried his best to restrain himself, he would have cried, he wasn't afraid, Tang Cheng simply sounded Robert.

I don't know when the Japanese artillery bombardment has weakened, and the sound of machine gun fire began to sound on the position on Liu Goat's side, and he wiped a few handfuls on his face, and Tang Cheng, who drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, didn't have time to thank God for praising his luck, so he threw himself on the trench and looked out of the position. It was Tangcheng's position that was bombarded, so the fires involved after the shelling were all on the side of the position, but the large field in front of the position was dark, and it was only 20 meters away from the position, and Tangcheng couldn't see whether there were Japanese troops at all.

"Prepare to fight, and give Lao Tzu all those who are alive and can breathe." Tang Cheng ran through the dilapidated trenches with his Mauser rifle, the first time he had called himself Lao Tzu in front of his soldiers, and the first time he had punched and kicked those guys who were still squatting in the anti-artillery holes to prepare for war. "Tong" "Tong" The 173rd Division fired flares, and the sudden cold light attracted the attention of most of the soldiers, but Tang Cheng's eyes stared directly at the large earthy yellow figure in front of the position.

The Japanese army came, and the earthy yellow figure that appeared in Tang Cheng's sight was only 50 meters away from their position, and he couldn't count how many people there were when he looked at it, and Tang Cheng's hands and feet were numb when the number of people attacked by the Japanese army was horrified. "The Japanese army is coming, the Japanese army is coming, ready to fight, fight." Tang Cheng's footsteps stopped in a trench that was about to collapse, and for some reason, Tang Cheng's chosen position was only a hundred meters away from Liu Goat's side.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and a ball of fire appeared in the darkness in front of the position, and at least two devils were blown down, and the sparks that splashed with the explosion allowed the defenders in the position to see more Japanese troops clearly. At this moment, Tang Cheng began to congratulate himself that when it was just dark, he took a few veterans to climb out of the position and set up those mines, if there were no mines, maybe he would have to wait for the attacking Japanese army to touch the front of his position, so that he could see the enemy's location clearly.

"Fire, fire, can't let them get any closer to the position." Tang Cheng hissed and shouted as the first to pull the trigger, and as his order was shouted loudly, dozens of soldiers still alive on the position opened fire in unison. You live or die, this is the law of the battlefield, if you can't kill your enemy, then you can only be ready to meet death, because war never sympathizes with the weak. Tangcheng's position has been dilapidated by the Japanese artillery fire, but it can also provide them with some cover and convenience, compared to Tangcheng them, the Japanese army who can only use their own corpses as a means of cover, it seems a little passive and wolf.

The explosions and fires that appeared from time to time in the darkness always brought bursts of white flowers to the eyes, and with the obstruction of gunpowder smoke and dust, it was almost impossible for Tang Cheng to see the enemy clearly, and he was completely chasing the muzzle flames on the opposite side and firing by feeling. The entire position was plunged into fierce fighting, and what made Tang Cheng feel safe and comforted was that the two light machine guns in his position had been firing, and the cold sound of gunfire told all the defenders in the position that the position was still in their hands.

Under Tang Cheng's arrangement, dozens of grenades were placed as mines within 20 to 30 meters of the position, and at night when visibility was very low, the traces of the grenades after being pulled apart would go unnoticed, and the Japanese soldiers who touched the mines would also neglect the feeling of their feet because their attention was focused on the opponent's position. The 10-meter-thick minefield is another line of defense that is not easy to cross for attacking the Japanese army, and if they want to really attack the position of Tangcheng, the Japanese army must use their lives to break this deterioration defense line.

The Japanese troops were blocked by the mines 30 meters away from the position, and the Japanese tried in vain to use the night to deal a fatal blow to the defenders of China, but they were also tied hand and foot by the night, and in such visibility, they could not pay attention to the strangeness under their feet while attacking. The fireballs rising from time to time in front of the position made Tang Cheng extremely happy, glad that he had won Xie Bo's favor, and that he had obtained Xie Bo's war notebook. If it weren't for Xie Bo's notebook, maybe he would still be a hairy boy who wants to go to Sichuan and wander around, and he is glad that he is now a soldier.

"Don't stop the machine guns, keep firing." The two light machine guns in the Tang Cheng position ceased fire almost at the same time, and the shouting Tang Cheng couldn't wait for the machine guns to continue firing, so he ran towards the machine gun position with his rifle. Tang Cheng saw not bloody corpses under Japanese fire or artillery fire, but a few soldiers who were jumping but crying with sad faces, and the machine guns ran out of ammunition. Machine guns are an important pillar of firepower to resist enemy attacks, and without machine gun fire, Tang Cheng can't imagine how long his position can hold out.

"Fire, without machine guns, we still have rifles, we can kill them with rifles." The momentum of the Japanese offensive was at its peak, and it was impossible for Tang Cheng to send people to Liu Goat's side to find machine gun bullets at this time, even if he could have extra ammunition for his side, Tang Cheng believed that no one would be able to return here safely with ammunition when the flares were rising into the air one after another. Without going in, the firepower on Tangcheng's side was much weaker, and the Japanese troops who were intercepted outside the minefield came to their senses, and their marksmanship, which was much higher than that of the soldiers of the garrison, began to play a role and power.

The number of soldiers in the position is getting smaller and smaller, and there are now less than 30 of the dozens of soldiers under Tang Cheng, and half of those soldiers who died in battle were killed in the confrontation with the Japanese army. Tang Cheng didn't know how long those mines could last, the explosions he counted were already close to the number of mines planted, and without the help of mines, it might only be a matter of time before the Japanese captured their positions. Tang Cheng had already pulled out the shell gun from his waist and placed it on the floating soil in front of him, and he had already made up his mind not to change his position, as long as the Japanese army attacked, he would take his shell gun and engage them in close combat.

The terrible bugle sounded when Tang Cheng was about to lose hope, and the screams of the shells when they crossed the air flew into the battlefield from far and near, and a large area of fire rose up in the Japanese army, and under the cold light of the flares, Tang Cheng saw the earthy yellow figure thrown high by the explosion of the air. The artillery team that the 173rd Division had been hiding finally made a move, and since yesterday's battle with the Japanese army, Zhou Yuan has not used the mountain artillery and infantry guns they brought, and even the mortars, Zhou Yuan has deducted half of them and not shown them.

At this point in the battle, it is already a time of life and death, if the position on this side of Tangcheng is broken by the Japanese army, the main position of the 173rd Division will be cut and surrounded by the Japanese army. It's an old saying, but it's the most appropriate thing to use at this time, the situation on Tangcheng's side has shown signs of being broken by the Japanese army, and Zhou Yuan, who has been waiting for the opportunity, has to show what he pressed at the bottom of the box.