In fifteen minutes, the Ninth Squad had killed one third of the enemy. A Japanese second lieutenant officer was killed, six grenadiers were killed, resulting in three grenade launchers becoming decorations. Two groups of professional Type 9 light machine gunners were killed. These two machine guns are currently being operated by riflemen, who, in conjunction with another Type 9 light machine gun, are still blindly firing at the ridge.
In the south, Hu Yi was dragged down the mountain ridge by Ma Liang and lay on his back on the hillside. His forehead, shoulders, and arms were covered with blood. Ma Liang tore open Hu Yi's clothes and was wrapping him with bandages, while anxiously shouting something to him. He was motionless. On his bronze cheek, blood mixed with dust was drying up rapidly, blurring into a brown-red mark that extended into half of his torn collar. His dazed and narrow eyes stared blankly at the sky, at a high floating cloud, quietly, as if he had already lost his soul and had no reaction.
In the middle, Lao Luo's body was lying on the side of the broken barrel. The bloody body was covered with iron sand, broken nails and metal fragments from the broken barrel. The two guerrillas who were stunned by the explosion were waking up slowly, but they were not quite conscious and tried to get up weakly. A little further down, one of the two members who were injured by the grenade launcher earlier had stopped groaning and officially became a corpse, while the other was crying softly. Shi Cheng was not dead, he was just stunned by the air wave and rolled down the slope. At this moment, he had just woken up and was climbing up the ridge, crawling towards his uncle's body.
To the north, Luo Fugui had just retreated down the slope, desperately pulling the bolt of his crooked handle back and forth, cursing non-stop, and then picked up a stone and threw it at the machine gun's magazine again and again. After the second empty bullet in the magazine, he dared to stick his head out and shoot in a normal position, but the third shot only lasted halfway before the machine gun jammed. If this happened at the beginning, it would be exactly what Luo Fugui dreamed of, but now, he has made up his mind to do a real job like Boss Hu and decided to share Boss Hu's worries, but things don't go as he wished!
Since Liu Jianqiang also started to shoot downwards, his observation position was also exposed. Hu Yi's machine gun stopped in the south, and Luo Fugui's machine gun stopped in the north. Now his position became the enemy's key target. He was suppressed and couldn't raise his head. In the whistling rain of bullets, in the broken soil and flying ashes, he pulled the rifle and crawled backwards desperately. From time to time, gravel splashed and crashed on his face, forcing him to almost unable to open his eyes. Helpless Liu Jianqiang was pushed down the slope inch by inch by the rain of bullets.
Far to the south, behind a large area of dense vegetation, Xiao Hongying under the steel helmet stared blankly at the ridge where the battlefield was, looking at where Hu Yi was. It was too far away, she couldn't see the details clearly, she only saw a figure, that should be Ma Liang, Ma Liang dragged a figure down from the ridge, that should be... Fox! Why didn't the fox move? Why didn't the fox move? Ma Liang seemed to be calling him... Pulling off the steel helmet and throwing down the rifle, Xiao Hongying rushed down the back slope like a demon, running wildly towards where Hu Yi and Ma Liang were.
The little girl no longer had her usual cleverness. Her eyes were fixed on the front. She became panicked and staggered. She could not see the thorns in front of her, nor the fetters at her feet. She fell heavily, then got up again, letting her clothes be torn, her tender knees and elbows bleed, and the dust fly all over her pretty, tender and sad face, and then mixed with her tears, becoming one dirty piece. She just kept moving forward stubbornly.
There was no wind at all, but a pair of pigtails fluttered in the wind, because a little girl was turning into a gust of sad wind, blowing sadly towards the mountain ridge. When the wind passed by, under the sunlight, one could see tiny drops of crystal falling, thrown down by the wind. They were incomparably clear and pure tears, left far behind the sadness, falling into the dusty little footprints, and disappeared in an instant...
At this moment, the Japanese sergeant did not know that if they attacked the ridge now, only one squad would be enough, because Squad 9 was on the brink of collapse.
Although Gao Yidao couldn't see what was happening behind the ridge, all signs began to indicate that Class 9 was in trouble. Even though the small tree on the ridge had not been felled yet, they couldn't wait any longer. The longer the night, the more trouble they would have. The opportunity now was good enough.
In order to prevent the recruits from making mistakes and to minimize their fear, Gao Yidao evenly distributed the dozen veterans in the second company among the troops, with one veteran for every few recruits. These veterans were role models, reassurances, and the tip of the knife. If the recruits forgot what to do because of nervousness, it didn't matter, they just had to watch what the veterans were doing and learn to do it.
"Everyone get ready!" Gao Yidao's voice was shocking, powerful, and loud. The voice suddenly rang out in the open area in the east, and even the enemies on the road could hear it clearly.
With a loud noise, all the soldiers of the second company who were hiding suddenly stood up, half of their bodies were exposed, and all of them knelt and aimed their guns. The Japanese puppet soldiers looked over in surprise. In the open space more than 50 meters away, a forest of gun muzzles and bayonets suddenly appeared, like a long row of ferocious fences.
"beat."
Out of nowhere, a row of flames flashed and a row of smoke rushed out, forming a line and instantly forming a wall of smoke.
"bomb."
With a loud crash, a human wall stood up after the smoke. The sky was immediately filled with black shadows, leaving a trail with a faint blue smoke, like a wave, coming majestically.
On the roadside, a wall of explosion suddenly appeared. In just a few seconds, there were loud noises of more than eighty explosions. The flying ashes and the wall-like smoke blocked all vision.
The second company's human wall then rushed forward a dozen steps and then stopped again.
"Two bombs."
Before the smoke from the first wave of grenade explosions had time to dissipate, a second wave of explosions formed, followed by a third wave of explosions.
The entire road was bombed into a line, people were crying and horses were neighing, and the sky was covered with blood. In a dozen seconds, the road where the grain trucks were parked was hit by a row of gunfire and nearly 300 grenades.
“Go!”
The gleaming, sharp bayonets shone brightly in the sun as a cold continuous line, moving rapidly toward the roadside, toward the diffuse smoke of gunpowder.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers who were lying under the car were desperately firing towards the open area. Thirty or forty guns were firing, including the Czech-style gun operated by the puppet soldiers. They could hardly see the target. There was smoke and dust everywhere, and grain was falling like a waterfall from the car, and corpses fell beside the wheels from time to time. They were almost shooting blindly.
The Japanese sergeant held onto the body of the car and stood up with difficulty. He didn't know how many shrapnel were embedded in his body. He didn't feel any pain at all, but just felt that he had no strength. A deafening roar came from behind the smoke, but he couldn't see or hear anything clearly. He only knew that the enemy was charging and approaching. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, piercing through the smoke and rushing towards him fiercely. It was... a bayonet in front of the muzzle! Then, a tall and strong black-faced soldier rushed out like a ghost, as ferocious as a tiger...
The flash of swords, the color of blood, the sound of gunfire, the wailing of sorrow, all permeated the smoke and the entire road. In the sunlight, a bird, flapping its wings tiredly, was leaving this killing land and flying to the distant floating clouds...