The machine gun on the turret stopped firing only for a short while before starting to fire crazily again. The enemy panicked but did not get confused. Luo Fugui's assault team completed the tactical action, but the Japanese's ability to resist was underestimated and the tactical goal was not achieved.
In the darkness, there were occasional sounds of bullets whizzing into the ground and crackling. The heavy machine gun kept firing blindly at the mountain pass route, making Liu Jianqiang grit his teeth in hatred.
A dozen soldiers were scattered in a dark, low-lying area, with seven or eight long logs lying there. One soldier crawled over to Liu Jianqiang and said, "Squad leader, how about I ask the platoon leader about the next step..."
"No need!" Liu Jianqiang interrupted his men's thoughts with a firm voice: "Pour oil on the wood now, and get ready to follow me!"
It was obvious that in this situation, they could either end the battle and retreat, or continue to execute the plan. The second group could only attack. After planning for so long, Liu Jianqiang was unwilling to retreat. The current position was about 100 meters away from the artillery tower. There was also a bonfire near the trench on the west side, which illuminated 40 to 50 meters away.
Liu Jianqiang judged that with the cover of darkness, they should disperse as much as possible. The blind fire of the machine gun at the first fifty meters would not cause too many casualties. After advancing fifty meters, they could use grenades to put out the campfire and then rush over in the dark. The risk would be greater in the latter part because the distance was closer and their intentions were exposed. However, the success rate was still very high in a poor light environment, so he decided to do it.
"Sergeant, get ready!" The wood was poured with oil, and two people were responsible for one piece. The soldiers waited nervously for orders.
"Keep apart, don't get too close, go ahead!" Liu Jianqiang climbed up and carried up one end of the wood beside him. A soldier immediately carried up the other end behind him and started rushing forward quickly.
He ran with gritted teeth, listening to the whistling of bullets in his ears, breathing heavily, and staring at the campfire in front of him. Not far behind him, he suddenly heard the clanging sound of wood falling to the ground. He didn't know whether it was a soldier falling or being shot. He didn't stop or look back, and rushed to the edge of the fire in one breath, then stopped, put down the wood and lay down again.
With a few clangs of wood falling to the ground, the assault team followed the squad leader in front of them and stopped lying down. On the one hand, they were about to enter the light, and on the other hand, it was not easy to run with wood on their shoulders. After 50 meters, the machine gun's blind sweep caused one serious injury and two minor injuries. In addition, a soldier sprained his ankle in panic.
There are still ten people and five pieces of wood, which is enough. Liu Jianqiang thought so while he and a soldier next to him took out grenades and threw them towards the bonfire in front.
After several explosions, the bonfire turned into fireworks, which were magnificent and spectacular in the night.
There is a word called chance. Some people call it God's will, while others call it luck.
In the sky full of fireworks caused by the explosion, a piece of charcoal with sparks flying high up, somersaulted and flew very far. It fell down with a string of brilliant sparks, hit the ground hard, splashed a piece of sparks, bounced up again, landed again, rolled for a while, and finally stopped when it was blocked by something. The dark red charcoal lit up quietly for a while, and suddenly a small flame sprang up, swaying slightly. The thing that blocked the flying charcoal was a thin piece of wood more than ten meters long, which was poured with oil.
Under Liu Jianqiang's surprised gaze, a flame was spreading rapidly, turning into a flame, crawling towards both ends of the wood, and the halo was expanding rapidly.
"Run!" Liu Jianqiang shouted with all his might.
More than a dozen soldiers jumped up and ran desperately into the darkness where they came from.
This sudden scene made the enemy in the turret stunned for a moment. Who started a fire there? Why did the Eighth Route Army start a fire there? What was their purpose? It all happened too suddenly and too unscientific. A few seconds later, the Japanese sergeant who reacted first finally shouted to shoot.
This sudden scene made everyone confused. The little girl put down the telescope and murmured to Hu Yi: "What is Runny Nose doing?"
A few seconds later, Hu Yi, who was the first to react, finally shouted "Cover fire" and then pulled the trigger of the machine gun.
There was a sudden roar of gunfire. People in the turret were firing desperately, and the ninth platoon was suppressing the attack with all their might.
This was an accident. Because of this accident, the assault team led by Liu Jianqiang gained precious seconds. Because of these precious seconds, they were saved from a catastrophe. However, two more casualties were added. And the wood finally burned completely. At a distance of more than 50 meters from the turret, it illuminated the passage to the turret. The bonfire could be extinguished, but there was no hope for this long wood. If they wanted to approach the turret now, they could only wait for the wood to burn out slowly. It might burn for a long time.
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Luo Fugui, who was standing stupidly at the foot of the turret wall, looked at the blazing flames fifty meters to the west and frowned: "Fuck his grandma's runny nose, what on earth does this fool want to do? Is he going to lead the second team to light a fire and cook? Is he doing this on purpose? Huh? What the hell is this?"
"If they cook there, what if the enemy attacks them?" Wu Shitou said seriously.
Going crazy! Luo Fugui turned his head woodenly and looked at Wu Shitou who still didn't understand the situation. He secretly made up his mind to strangle this idiot to death. He had to strangle him to death. Not strangling him to death would not be enough to appease Xiong's anger. What the hell was this
Xu Xiao behind him tugged at the corner of Luo Fugui's clothes: "Squad leader, what should we do?"
Yes, that's a good question. What should we do? After the fire started in the corridor, we heard the puppet soldiers inside crying and shouting, trying their best to block the entrance. Unexpectedly, these unlucky guys really blocked it, and the fire didn't burn in, and the smoke didn't get in that much. Now the wooden boards have been burned almost, and the fire can't get bigger. The machine guns on the second and third floors are still firing. The idiot Runny Nose has done this again, and the plan has completely failed.
Luo Fugui looked around. The bonfire on the east side was not blown up when he came here. Now it would be a problem for him to escape. Now the enemy knew that there were people under the artillery tower, and all the observation holes would be staring at them. Even if Wu Shitou used a grenade to put out the fire, it would not be easy to climb out safely. He was too angry. He was trapped under the artillery tower.
While he was thinking about how to evacuate safely, he suddenly heard a gurgling sound beside him, as if something had fallen at his feet. Turning his head, he saw Wu Shitou bending down, picking up something from the ground, taking a look at it, and then throwing it into the trench a few meters away.
"What is that?" Luo Fugui didn't react, nor did he have time to see clearly what Wu Shitou threw out.
Boom! There was an explosion in the trench, shaking the three figures, big, medium and small, and then Wu Shitou said, "Grenade."
"Your grandma—"
At this time, a conversation between puppet soldiers was heard from the lower turret: "It sounded like it should be under this hole, why did you throw it into the ditch?"
"Is this the head I threw? I really didn't throw it far."
"Then take another one! These damned inhuman creatures want to burn me alive, so let's blow them up!"
Luo Fugui looked up with his bear eyes wide open. There was a shooting hole not far above his head. He was so angry that he cursed upwards: "Fuck your grandma! You are a bastard, your whole family is a bastard! Today, I..."
Before he could finish cursing, another grenade rolled out from the firing hole above.
Luo Fugui was so frightened that he crouched down and began to run along the wall, while shouting to Wu Shitou and Xu Xiao: "Hide first!"
Boom! An explosion sounded at the base of the wall. Under the firelight and moonlight, the dust mist raised by the explosion was very clear. There was a loud noise of gravel falling to the ground, accompanied by the angry shouts and curses of the puppet soldiers on the bottom floor of the artillery tower.
The crescent moon had already floated halfway across the sky, flames were blazing in the west, and the machine guns in the turrets were roaring non-stop. Everything showed that the plan had failed, and the 9th Platoon could no longer fight. It was time to end it...