The flames of the mortar shell explosion continued to swallow the soldiers of the Oshima squadron into the fire and smoke, and the Japanese soldiers in their hands began to let out screams and shouts, and some of the Japanese soldiers were still running around, and then they were knocked down by the flying shrapnel, and the position of the Oshima squadron was in chaos.

"Damn the Shina" Matsuda curled up and hid in a crater that the mortar couldn't hide a guy of Matsuda's size, a crater that Matsuda had dug with his own steel helmet and bayonet. Matsuda kept muttering, he felt himself trembling all over, and the sharp cannonballs whistled in the air, as if they were knives cut into his heart. He muttered, then desperately covered his ears with his hands, not letting the sounds that made him tremble into his ears, then closed his eyes, put his knees together in front of his chest, and kept muttering the names of his family, trying to calm the fear in his heart.

"Hey, Matsuda-kun, Matsuda-kun." In a trance, Matsuda seemed to hear someone calling his name, and he tried to open his eyes to see, but he didn't dare to move, he felt as if he was being pressed by something, making him unable to move. "Matsuda-kun" shouted at himself louder, and even Matsuda in the crater could hear it clearly even if he covered his ears, more clearly than the explosions and gunshots. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look, and then he saw a person squatting in the crater next to him, who was frowning and looking at him.

"Nakagawa-kun" Matsuda, who had recovered a little, subconsciously shouted. Matsuda recognized the guy who kept calling his name, this was Nakagawa Kojiro, his countryman, and the two were transferred to the same squadron after being transferred to Burma.

"Relax, Matsuda-kun, the people of Shina are only using mortars, as long as we hide and don't run around, the shells won't hit us." Compared with Matsuda, who had already lost his soul earlier, Nakagawa, who was hiding in the bomb crater next to him, seemed to look much calmer. Looking at Matsuda's frightened appearance, Nakagawa couldn't help but shake his head secretly, it seems that this fellow countryman of his has not completely gotten rid of fear, I hope that after he has experienced this battle, he can become a true imperial warrior, and has the courage that a warrior should have because he should survive.

"Yes, yes, I shouldn't have worried like that." Matsuda in the crater nodded subconsciously and slowly stretched out his curled body, but the incessant explosions and gunshots around him still filled his heart with fear. In Matsuda's memory, he had encountered the Shina army that had never had such a strong firepower as it did now, and at that time, the strength of the Shina army would often be chased all over the world by a squadron of the Imperial army, but now it was completely reversed, and the Imperial army was being suppressed by the damned Shina army and could not move.

"Matsuda-kun, are you afraid of death?" Kojiro Nakagawa frowned and looked at Matsuda, who was full of panic on his face, "Are you afraid of death?" Matsuda-kun, if you are afraid of death, then death will follow you at any time, even when you are still alive, it will torment you at any time. Matsuda-kun, treat yourself as if you were dead in battle now, so that your courage will not be suppressed by death from time to time" Matsuda shook his head, and then turned his head away from Nakagawa, he was not one of those recruits who wanted to die in vain, he still wanted to return to his hometown alive.

"Damn, can't you just be a little more daring like a true Imperial Warrior?" A deep voice from the side of Nakagawa Kojiro came from his side, but Matsuda was no longer interested in wanting to talk to the other party. Nakagawa gritted his teeth at Matsuda with remorse, he didn't know if those words just now would be useful to his timid fellow countryman, but he still did his best.

At this point, the officers began to realize that counterattacks would only waste ammunition and reveal their position, so they ordered to stop firing back. The Japanese soldiers no longer ran or fired back, and the artillery and machine guns on the Tangcheng side lost their target, and the machine gunners and gunners finally stopped. The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, and there were occasional gunshots, but as night fell, the battlefield, which had been full of screams and gunfire, finally fell silent. It was silent everywhere, as if nothing had happened here, and if it weren't for the smell of gunsmoke and blood, no one would have known that there had been a fierce firefight.

The Japanese soldiers who were still alive treated the wounded under the command of the officer, using bayonets and steel helmets to dig craters and serve as cover, and the Oshima squadron, which was less than 100 men left, could not break through at night, so they could only wait for dawn and wait for reinforcements from the direction of Magao. The darkness of the night made Matsuda unable to see anything in front of him, and he was now full of fear of war, and his heart had been flustered since the stray bullet grazed his steel helmet, and he never stopped.

Matsuda is also a veteran, in the battles he has experienced, there will always be his fellow villagers and living friends falling in front of him, seeing their blood-stained uniforms and screams of pain, all Matsuda can think of is to shoot more Shina people to avenge them. But the battle he experienced today completely crushed Matsuda, although the intensity of the battle he experienced today was not worth mentioning, but the danger he experienced was encountered by Matsuda once, which expanded the fear in his heart infinitely.

He has always admired Nakagawa, his agile skills and accurate marksmanship, his courage to keep walking through the rain of bullets and bullets of the Shina people, the heartfelt respect he received from his peers, and of course he himself respects him very much. But this qiē was overshadowed by his own timidity, and he even felt that he was not qualified to fight with Nakagawa. Matsuda, trying to get himself out of the predicament, stretched out his hand, and in the darkness, he spread his five fingers, and then felt a tremor in his heart, and this tremor made his hand tremble with his heart.

"Damn, don't shake anymore." Matsuda, who couldn't control the shaking of his right hand, scolded in his heart, and smashed his hand on the edge of the crater with some annoyance. The stinging sensation on the gravel made his heart feel a little comfortable, and after this almost venting punch, Matsuda's heart gradually calmed down, and he breathed steadily, as if it was like a centering needle, allowing him to gradually relax his tense heart.

The position was quiet, and now not only the Japanese army's position was quiet, but even Tangcheng was equally silent. However, unlike the Japanese army, the soldiers on Tang Cheng's side either fell asleep, or they all waited quietly and nervously for Tang Cheng's attack order. Tang Cheng stood in the ditch, staring motionlessly at the darkness in front of him, he didn't look at his watch all the time, which would give the soldiers around him an uneasy feeling, he had to stabilize the morale of the army, and give them enough confidence to defeat the Japanese army on the opposite side.

The long night had finally passed, the sky had become hazy, and the morning light was soon coming. Tang Cheng, who was curled up, woke up reflexively. He looked up at his watch, it was almost four o'clock, and there was not much time left until the morning in northern Myanmar. Glancing at the dice that had woken up, Tang Cheng whispered, "Go wake up the brothers, get ready, it's almost dawn." The dice nodded, and then pushed the soldiers who were still asleep to wake up in turn, and the soldiers who were woken up by the dice opened their eyes, and their faces were still dazed after waking up from a deep sleep.

Soon, the soldiers in the ditch were all woken up, and everyone began to check their weapons, and during this time, they hurried to eat something. Everyone was ready, and then quietly waited for the moment when the battle would start, no one spoke, and no one was distracted. Matsuda, who had not slept all night, curled up tightly in the crater, and the fear that had gradually dissipated in the dark night slowly returned to his heart with the depressed and solemn atmosphere. He clutched his helmet with one hand and his rifle with the other, but his legs trembled slightly. The morning dawn came quietly, and a hazy scene gradually appeared in front of me. Then you can gradually see the scenery in front of you clearly. The hazy outline in front of me gradually became clearer, more and more ...... clear.

The rising sun had jumped out of the horizon, but there was still silence on the battlefield, and with the vigorous swing of Tang Cheng's arm, the dice that had locked on to the target next to him pulled the trigger. The crisp sound of the M1 Garand rifle broke the solemn atmosphere, cutting the quiet morning light like a curtain cut by a sharp knife. The Japanese soldiers, who were hit in the head by the bullets fired from the dice, fell to the ground, and this shot opened the prelude to the battle, and all the mortars, machine guns, rifles, and other weapons of the enemy and us opened fire at the same time as they had agreed.

The sudden escalation of the intensity of the battle made Tang Cheng a little uncertain about the strength of the Japanese army for a while, but as the battle continued, the Oshima squadron, which had been besieged all night, was exhausted. "Stay where you are, don't retreat," shouted the officers, who rushed to the front of the position, fired desperately, and then shouted loudly. Tang Cheng also kept shuttling in the ditch, constantly shouting loudly, issuing orders to his soldiers to make their bullets more accurate and the shells more accurate.

Stalemate battle, fighting for the morale of soldiers on both sides, whoever can't break down first will become the loser, this is the eternal law on the battlefield, even in the era of thermal weapons. "Keep shooting, keep your firepower going." Tang Cheng went back and forth in the ditch to boost morale, and he shouted hoarsely, making his soldiers feel at ease.