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The enemy in the center and on the left wing had already approached to within a hundred meters, and the second and third squads also joined in the firing. At this distance, all kinds of guns began to fire, whether they were old sleeves or box guns, all of them made a loud noise. It was raining in the sky, and it was raining on the enemy too, and the two kinds of rain formed a melody.
The focus on the right wing could no longer be continued, and no one in the ninth row of soldiers in the trenches continued to fire. The rain of bullets was dense, and they could only squat in the trenches, shoot with their heads out, and then immediately withdraw to pull the bolt. They kept going up and down, making full use of the not-too-deep trenches, but there were still casualties.
After the enemy in the middle pushed past 200 meters, Shi Cheng's squad automatically switched to firing at the front and stopped firing at the right wing. Hu Yi's machine gun was firing intermittently, and his machine gun bunker was hit even harder by the rain of bullets, forcing him to fire for half a minute with one magazine.
However, the enemy on the right wing had been stopped at about 200 meters without advancing an inch, not only because Hu Yi's machine gun had been taking care of them, but also because after Li Xiang's dozen grenades hit them, the bandits were scared. They didn't know that the Eighth Route Army only had these dozen grenades, and they were afraid of a second round of bombardment. Many bandits didn't even know there was such a thing as a grenade launcher, but they had heard of the power of cannons and thought they were bombarded by cannons. The Eighth Route Army had cannons, so there was no point in charging. No matter how many nearby leaders shouted at the top of their lungs, they didn't get up and just hid.
"Boss Hu, stop going crazy! The bullets from the center and the left are coming." Luo Fugui tapped Hu Yi's back with the magazine he had just filled, urging him to change the direction of his shooting, but Hu Yi did not respond. He lowered his head from time to time, waited until the sound of bullets falling near the shooting platform weakened, then raised it again and continued to fire three or two rounds.
Suddenly, a little girl's voice rang out nearby: "I've already dealt with the sticky part!"
The sound of machine guns suddenly stopped: "What did you say?" Hu Yi turned around and looked at the voice, his face full of question marks.
The little girl was dragging her rifle backwards, crouching down and wading through the mud as she staggered into the bunker, mumbling, "I killed four."
Hu Yi didn't understand, Luo Fugui grinned in surprise: "Fuck, there are four? That's outrageous! So I didn't get shot twice, God bless me..."
"Bullshit blessing, I said he was one of the four. No matter which one it was, they are all dead, so he must be one of them." When he got to Hu Yi's side, he finally sat down in the mud and said this while taking off the binoculars.
I couldn't believe it, but I had to believe what the girl said, because this was a battlefield, and she wouldn't lie. I just didn't understand how she could possibly find the target.
"How did you find him?" This time it was Hu Yi's turn to be surprised.
"No matter how good his marksmanship is, he is still a bandit who has never seen the world and has no brains. He is far worse than the Japanese. How could he escape my eyes? Don't you think so?" The muddy little face couldn't help but start to shine as usual, leaving Hu Yi speechless.
At this time, a figure rushed out of the communication trench, crouched down and ran into the machine gun bunker, but fell flat on his face, splashing mud and water. It was Ma Liang, who propped up his arms in the water, raised his face and wiped it with his hands, and said to Hu Yi anxiously: "Brother, we are not at an advantage in shooting at this distance! Hundreds of guns of various colors, just shooting at us blindly is too much. So far, six have died and seven have been injured. If this continues, we won't make it to dark."
Hu Yi looked outside the battlement beside the bunker, then looked at Ma Liang: "Go tell everyone to stop shooting and take cover."
This was the sentence he had been waiting for. Ma Liang hurriedly got up and ran back to pass on the message.
"What?" Luo Fugui was a little panicked: "Are we going to fight with bayonets? Ah? My machine gun can't be equipped with a bayonet. Besides, once they come up..."
"Let's not come up here, let them go to the foot of the mountain and see if they have the guts to climb up facing the grenades!" Although Hu Yi did not explain it to Ma Liang in detail, Ma Liang immediately understood what Hu Yi meant. It is easy to throw grenades down, but difficult to throw grenades up, because the height difference makes the distance difference a lot.
Luo Fugui suddenly realized.
The nearest enemy was already a hundred meters away, and just a few dozen meters ahead would be the foot of the hill. The gunfire from the ninth platoon suddenly stopped, and except for two or three people secretly looking down, the rest of the people stayed in the trenches and bunkers, squatting or sitting and began to place grenades one by one.
Surprisingly, the enemy stopped firing and advancing almost at the same time, hiding at a distance of 100 meters, and the battle line stopped. Even the weather played tricks on us, and the drizzling rain stopped, making us feel that the noise just now was fake, or the silence now was unreal.
Hu Yi's eyebrows could not help but frown. What happened? Why did they stop too? What was Jinba La thinking? Did he see through my thoughts? The high ground was right here. How could he guard his cave if he didn't take it back? He had to take it!
He looked up at the gray sky, wiped the mud off his hands, and carefully took out the pocket watch. It was 5:30 in the afternoon.
"What's going on? Is Jinbala going to retreat?" Luo Fugui carefully poked out his bear eyes while wearing a helmet.
The little girl who was washing her hands in the muddy water in the mud pit replied: "It would be great if you were Jinba La!"
"If I were Jinba La, I would live in the cave and sleep with him all day long. I wouldn't be so heartless as him and run around everywhere. He is just a spendthrift! How can he compare with me!"
"Bah! You're the only one who got caught in the same trap. You're even more useless than Jinba La!"
"I'm willing!" The two, one big and one small, opened their mouths with rich expressions.
Hu Yi closed the pocket watch in his hand and got the answer: "He is waiting for dark."
Luo Fugui asked back, "Wait until dark? Isn't that the end? We can't hold on any longer. There are so many people. If they rush in in the dark, it will be terrible. They can spit at us to death! This... Damn it, Boss Hu, I say we should just run!"
"OK."
It was just a casual remark, but Hu Yizhen didn't expect him to answer. Luo Fugui blurted out, "Really?"
"Really, you're right. We can't hold on in the dark." Hu Yi suddenly shouted towards the trench, "Keep an eye on the right wing. If you dare to move forward, I'll shoot you!"
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The reason why Jinbala stopped the attack was not because he saw through Hu Yi's intention to switch to grenade tactics, but because he was under pressure. It was purely a coincidence that he stopped shooting at the same time as the Ninth Platoon, not a tacit understanding.
Since the beginning of the battle, despite the cowardly advance, dozens of casualties have been suffered. The left wing, which is the right wing relative to the Eighth Route Army, suffered the heaviest casualties. The fierce firepower of machine guns, grenade launchers and rifles has made that side completely afraid to raise their heads. I don't know what the Eighth Route Army is thinking, but they have to hold on to the side and not let go. What if there are acquaintances
Compared to the scale of nearly 600 people, these casualties are actually acceptable. Unfortunately, it is a pity that the "Marshal" is a problem. Jinba La dares to spare no expense, but the few forces that joined the gang are not willing to do so, especially those on the left wing who suffered the most casualties. It's getting late, can we wait until night to charge? Why do we have to rush to give our heads to the Eighth Route Army? Is your fighting target the warehouse or us? Can we still cooperate happily? Believe it or not, we will dig a grave with mud and show you now
Jinbala cursed in his heart, but as a marshal, how could he not love his soldiers like his own sons? Anyway, it was almost dark, and facing the indignation around him, he finally compromised: stop the attack, and after dark, they would swarm in and drown them alive!
The partners happily returned to their respective positions. The master came behind Jinba La and saw that there were no outsiders nearby. He whispered, "Boss, the flood has blocked the cave. We can't get through even if we use the high ground to block the cave entrance. If the Eighth Route Army can't move away, do you think they will destroy the warehouse directly?"
"They were the first to turn against me! I would rather force them to destroy the warehouse than let them move out." After the generals who had forced the emperor to abdicate left, Jinbala's face immediately turned ashen again, and his voice was filled with gritted teeth.
"Since you think so, boss, you have to think further ahead."
"What's the meaning?"
"I think the Eighth Route Army will definitely have reinforcements. They will probably stand off with us and delay us until the reinforcements arrive. What should we do then?"
Jin Bala finally turned around and looked at the master beside him. His expression suddenly improved: "Golden and jade advice, it's worth my raising you, well said, well said!" Then he looked in the direction of the warehouse and suddenly shouted: "Xiao Jiu."
One of his men ran over and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"
"Go and light some incense for me, understand?"
"I understand." Xiaojiu turned around and ran away.
The lawyer was confused and said, "I'm talking to you about serious matters, and you're sending someone to burn incense for you?"
Jinbala smiled at the master and said, "Don't worry, the Eighth Route Army has reinforcements, and so do we. It's still unknown who will win!"
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The gunfire from behind the opposite high ground lasted the whole afternoon, and the Second Company could only listen and watch, and could do little to help. This was the Ninth Platoon, with full ammunition base, relying purely on bullets to survive until now. Other teams simply could not play this way. The continuous gunfire made the Second Company soldiers stare in amazement.
Gao Yidao's tall body swayed back and forth on the hillside. He raised his head again and again to look towards the high ground opposite. His two big hands sometimes clenched and sometimes loosened, full of anxiety.
I accidentally saw Kuaitui climbing up the hillside panting from the bottom of the mountain, and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't I ask you to count the goods? Why did you count them all so quickly?"
"No." Kuaitui shook his hand, bent down and took two deep breaths before continuing, "Captain, when I was counting the goods in the cave, I saw a lot of ropes, and suddenly I had an idea."
Gao Yidao didn't say anything, just looked at Kuaitui and waited for the next words.
"Maybe we can get through! With a rope."
"If the grenade can get through, it doesn't matter what you tie the rope to. It's still not far. Do you think others haven't thought about it this way?"
"That's not what I meant. There are rocks on this mountain. We can use them to build a dike into the water. Wouldn't that make us closer to the other side? Besides, this is a mountain torrent, not a river. Now that the rain has stopped, the water level will definitely drop. I guess..."
Before Kuai Tui'er could finish his words, Gao Yidao's big hand hit Kuai Tui'er's shoulder hard, knocking him to the ground on the spot: "Good boy! Why didn't you let him go earlier!"
Kuaitui was lying in the mud, grimacing in pain. He rubbed his shoulders and answered, "I just thought of that, too."
Gao Yidao's eyes lit up: "Now I'll give you two platoons, how long will it take you to finish this job?"
"The water is flowing too fast, and we have to find the stones right away. It won't be that fast to build the embankment. Even if we start now, I estimate it will take until midnight."
The excitement in Gao Yidao's eyes disappeared in an instant. This idea came a little late. It was getting dark soon. If the ninth platoon didn't break out, they would definitely not survive until midnight. It was a belated "hindsight". Was this move necessary
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