After a burst of chirping, the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain split into two groups. The front half of the Japanese soldiers were in a stalemate with the machine guns, occasionally firing cold shots at the top of the mountain to attract firepower from the mountain; the back half of the Japanese soldiers used the firepower in front to attract the front and carefully retreated in turns. After withdrawing from the threatening range, they climbed up the ridge on the side of the path and detoured to the south of the top of the mountain. The tactics were simple and effective. If you kept pressing west, the south would move up soon. If you turned the gun muzzle to the south, the west would move up, and you would be dead.
Ma Liang, who had been observing in hiding, noticed this situation and immediately realized that something was wrong. This was the standard way of fighting of the Japanese. Squad 9 was finally taken seriously by the Japanese. The machine guns in the bunker had been pressing on the west, and there was no time to take care of the south. This job had to be done by himself and Liu Jianqiang.
Ma Liang quickly looked around and found a small hill not far to the east. If the Japanese wanted to climb the hill from the south, the hill would be just the right position to attack them from the flank, which should be more effective than resisting on the top of the hill. He immediately said to Liu Jianqiang, "Snot, the Japanese want to attack us from the south. Come with me to the hill and hold them back there."
"I won't go! The position is right here. No matter where the Japanese come from, I will fight here. Stop talking nonsense." Liu Jianqiang's answer was not polite at all.
“You—” Seeing Liu Jianqiang’s wooden face, Ma Liang wanted to rush over and kick him: “This south slope is not like the other three sides. The terrain is rugged and uneven, and it’s not easy to fight. If we get stuck here, the enemy will climb up sooner or later!”
"Ma Liang, if you are afraid of death, just tell me directly. Don't beat around the bush. Even if the enemy comes, I am still here. I am still here!"
Ma Liang was so angry that he rolled his eyes and couldn't explain the reason to this blockhead: "Okay, you are a hero and I am a coward. You are more powerful than the Japs!" After saying that, Ma Liang climbed up with his gun, crouched down, swung his long legs and ran towards the low hill on the side of the south slope.
There were six Japanese soldiers who had made a detour to the south and had reached the halfway point on the mountain slope, less than 200 meters away from the top of the mountain. The reason why the Japanese soldiers chose this direction was just as Ma Liang had said, the rugged terrain made it easier for them to reach the top of the mountain.
Bang! Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the side. A Japanese soldier who was crouching and climbing the hill was hit. He fell to the ground, holding his lower back and kicking his legs in pain. The other five Japanese soldiers immediately hid and looked towards the small hill not far to the east. Bang! Another gunshot flew in, and the Japanese soldier who was kicking his legs on the ground could not move.
The five Japanese soldiers determined the shooting position on the low hill and immediately raised their guns to fight back. There was a series of crackling sounds, and Ma Liang was forced to hide behind a rock and dare not come out.
The Japs calmed down. They didn't expect that there was someone hiding on the side, but they didn't plan to change the direction of attack, because the machine gun position on the top of the mountain was the key, and the teammates on the west were still being suppressed, so they had to get out first. So they decisively left two people behind, aiming at the sneak attack position on the low hill, alternating suppressing fire, and covering the other three Japs to continue advancing.
The edge of the stone where he was hiding was hit by bullets and dust was jumping up and down. After five shots, Ma Liang tried to stick his head out to fire back, but another gun went off, hitting Ma Liang and forcing him to retreat again. The two devils fired and reloaded alternately, cooperating tacitly and skillfully, leaving him no chance at all.
Ma Liang was helpless after being beaten. He hid behind a rock, gritted his teeth and punched the ground, cursing Liu Jianqiang in his heart for being stupid. If two people had moved out and fired alternately here, perhaps more casualties could have been killed. How could they be suppressed by two Japanese devils? He was so angry.
Without the threat from the flank, the three devils sped up and finally reached the top of the mountain.
Liu Jianqiang moved a little bit, hid in a pit, and changed to monitor the south slope. When Ma Liang fired at the devils from the flank, he saw that Ma Liang seemed to have killed a devil, and then he was beaten so hard that he couldn't raise his head. But he didn't shoot. Although he no longer had the old Hanyang rifle in his hand, he knew that his shooting skills were not very good. The distance was far, there were many obstacles, and the angle was not good. It was probably useless to shoot, and it would be worth exposing his target.
It is true that Liu Jianqiang is a blockhead, but he also has his own ideas. If the squad leader was here, he would obey orders without hesitation. Now that the squad leader is not here, he doesn't like any of the idiots in Class 9, so naturally I can beat them however I want and no one can stop me.
Liu Jianqiang is not as good as Ma Liang in judging the situation and seizing opportunities, but he will not fight rashly either. He used to hang out with Gao Yidao's Second Company all day long and also participated in the battle of Wuming Village under Gao Yidao's command. So, unknowingly, he learned some of the Second Company's fighting style, close combat.
At this moment, Liu Jianqiang tried hard to recall Gao Yidao's battle command to the Second Company. To sum it up, there seemed to be three steps: volley guns, grenades, and bayonet fighting. The wooden-headed Liu Jianqiang decided to mechanically apply the tactics of the Second Company to the battle in front of him, so he kept hiding in the pit quietly, secretly observing the distance, and never fired a shot.
The target was a hundred meters away. Liu Jianqiang pulled out four grenades, unscrewed the lids, and carefully arranged them in front of him. The soldiers of the second company all did this, so I did the same now.
The target was fifty meters away. Liu Jianqiang pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, ready to stand up. Captain Gao said that no matter how good the Japanese's gun was, if we fought him face to face, no one would be in any good situation!
The target was thirty meters away. The wooden-headed Liu Jianqiang made up his mind and shouted to himself loudly: "Shoot!" He stood up suddenly, with his entire upper body sticking out of the pit, his shoulder against the butt of the gun, and the muzzle pointed directly at the nearest Japanese soldier. It was too close, so there was almost no need to aim. The surprised expression of the Japanese soldier was clearly visible; it was unknown whether the Japanese soldier was surprised by the shout of "shoot" or by the person who suddenly jumped out in front of him.
Bang! Liu Jianqiang fired a shot. Without considering whether the Japanese soldier was dead or not, he suddenly shrank back and squatted in the pit. Recalling the lying positions of the two Japanese soldiers next to him, he grabbed a grenade and pulled the string decisively. Without sticking his head out, he threw it towards that position based on his feeling. Then he quickly threw the second, third, and fourth grenade. Captain Gao said that grenades are not thrown by aiming, but by feeling. Whoever sticks his head out to throw a grenade is a fool!
Boom—boom boom boom—four consecutive violent explosions, accompanied by four streams of expanding smoke, shook the mountaintop. The rubble thrown up by the explosions flew high, even covering Liu Jianqiang, who was squatting in the pit.
The last step, attach the bayonet! Actually, this step is totally unnecessary for Liu Jianqiang now. On the one hand, he has an advantage in defense, and on the other hand, he is not a soldier of the second company, so his bayonet skills are really not very good. But since this wooden-headed man has been mechanically copying, if he does not complete all the steps step by step, he really does not know what he should do next.
Liu Jianqiang pulled the sharp bayonet out of the bayonet sheath, and at this moment, his hand holding the bayonet was trembling inexplicably; bayonets are strange things, and when they are pulled out, they always give the user various feelings, which are very complicated. Click--Liu Jianqiang tightly hooked the bayonet in his hand into the bayonet seat on the muzzle of the gun, and then tightened the gun body, without hesitation, rushed out of the pit.
Before the smoke had cleared, the Japanese soldier in front had a bullet hole in his chest and became a corpse; a few meters behind him was another corpse lying on the ground, its flesh and blood shattered by a grenade; a few meters back, a Japanese soldier hid behind a rock and luckily avoided the shock wave of the explosion. He was a little dazed and staggered to his feet. He saw a figure in the smoke, rushing towards him with a sharp bayonet in hand.
Although the situation was one-on-one, the Japanese soldier who was almost knocked unconscious could still remember their "Infantry Drill Manual" and instinctively raised his gun, grabbed the safety knob at the rear of the bolt, and turned it clockwise. It was this habitual bayonet action that made the Japanese soldier lose the initiative. When he raised the gun again, Liu Jianqiang's bayonet had already reached in front of him, forcing him to try to block it.
With a click, the two guns collided. Liu Jianqiang's charge, which was neither accurate nor fast enough, was blocked, but he charged hard enough, causing the two bodies to collide violently. The strong inertia pushed the two men to roll more than ten meters, and the guns flew away and the hats fell off. At the critical moment of life and death, the two men did not think about anything else, and immediately stretched out their hands to each other, tearing and wrestling wildly...