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This was the most violent attack, with two tanks hitting the front, four armored vehicles being scrapped, ignited with fire and black smoke rising.

The suicide squad with white cloth wrapped around his head finally rushed into the pass. Through the staggered mound of soil piles piled up at the pass, he could not see the specific situation of the battle, but the sound of explosions, gunshots and shouts of killing indicate the fierceness and cruelty of the battle. In the fortifications on both sides of the pass, fierce crossfire was spewing in the embankments, and mortar shells kept plowing, intercepting the subsequent troops tightly.

The shells poured on the embankment, and the fireworks filled the sky. There were always unkilled Chinese soldiers who appeared and disappeared from time to time, crawling, or leaping from one crater into another, and the bullets shot at the locust army were still fierce.

That sound - Tanaka Kishi's hands were trembling. He didn't know what machine gun his opponent was equipped with. The extremely fast rate of fire could no longer be heard of the sound of bullet firing, but a terrifying noise similar to a chainsaw.

Material scarcity is a natural deficiency of Japan, so it attaches great importance to naval and air force equipment and can only accommodate the army, thus forming the so-called "white soldierism". From a literal perspective, infantry equipment is simpler, and it relies on courage and technology to defeat the opponent. In this way, precise shooting, fierce thorn fighting, and night attacks have become the "three white" content.

The experience that the Japanese army gained from the Russo-Japanese War was: brave spirit and skillful stinging can completely defeat strong enemies. They unilaterally emphasized spiritual education to the troops. After the September 18th Incident and July 7th Incident, facing the weak and lack of training, the Japanese army's outlaw-style charge achieved great results, which further encouraged the development of the Japanese army's "attack first" idea and theory.

Even when Japan's national policy secretly listed powerful countries such as the Soviet Union and the United States as behind imagined enemy lines, the Japanese army still believed that high-intensity training, spiritual sacrifice for the country and courageous and fearless attack were enough to make up for equipment and material shortcomings.

But Tanaka Kishi's belief at this time began to shake. Not only were the opponents fully equipped, but they were also fierce and tenacious in fighting will. The Locust Army was still brave and fearless, and was well-trained, but the geographical and defense factors effectively shortened the gap in combat power between the two sides. In particular, the light and heavy machine guns on both wings at the dike gate may have been temporarily transferred from other directions, but the large number and the dense cross-fire power shocked Tanaka Kishi.

What was even more shocking, or desperate and helpless, was the Japanese devils who were suppressed by the dense firepower from reinforcements outside the dike. They lost the cover of tanks and armored vehicles and were knocked down row by rows of dense bullets fired from the side. In the air, mortar shells and grenades continued to fall, making the devils unable to distinguish a single explosion. Only continuous, devastating rumbling sounds, and occasionally shrapnel flying low over their heads.

The air was mixed with smoke and dust. The bombs kept falling in parabolas around them. Under this noise, if there was a command to be conveyed or someone shouted, it would be impossible to hear it. In this violent explosion and storm, if you want to stand up, you would undoubtedly commit suicide.

Every muscle on Harada was as tight as a string, trembling as if he had a mild snoring. With the protection of the shallow crater, he suddenly felt a little pitiful to other people exposed to the flat ground.

Especially the sanitary soldier lying not far from him, the medicine box was open beside him, and various bandages and medicines were neatly placed in the grid. His intestinal cavity was exposed at this time, and he could not even save himself. The internal organs mixed with dust were reflected, and Harada suddenly remembered the internal organs of the rabbit and squirrel that he had seen when he was a child.

The clamor of death sounded, and Tanaka Qin was desperate to rush to let the logistics troops follow up before the suicide squad that rushed into the pass was wiped out by the enemy. This was an opportunity to get through a lot of hardships. If you don’t make up your mind, the heavy price you have already paid will be vain.

The Japanese were bombarded and fired, and they were ready to charge again. Although the front was full of corpses, broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere.

The offensive order was issued, and amid the fanatical "banzai", Harada's nervousness disappeared. He and his companions shouted, rushing forward through the land that was bombed and covered with fragmented bodies.

The mortars on the opposite position opened fire and bombarded without being outdone. Harada heard the whizz of the shells breaking through the air and was nearby. He and several companions immediately dispersed, but someone was still blown down.

A Japanese man was hit, shrapnel cut his military uniform and abdomen, and his intestines flowed out. He was confused for a second or two, trying to reset the steaming organ with a look of disbelief.

Harada paused for a moment and wanted to help, but the sergeant shouted fiercely, "Roar forward, don't stop, rush!"

The injured Japanese knees softened and his face fell down on this shaking land. Harada rushed forward in a hurry, and the primitive instinct of survival occupied all his consciousness. Death, fear, and anxiety completely lost their meaning, rushed to the ground with enthusiasm, finding enemies and killing them, just like predating animals.

Han Dashou re-engaged the machine gun, the obstacles that blocked the shooting holes had been cleared, and the deputy shooter had also been replaced. Although this deputy shooter had combat experience, this intensity of battle is the first time today. But strange transformations always happen quickly on the battlefield. After several hours of training on the violent battlefield, some people may collapse, while others will become warriors.

Fear, blood, death, these common ingredients on the battlefield can anesthetize participants and eliminate all fantasies and dreams about the future. If you want to survive, you can only kill and kill. This is fate. Killing is the only profession on the battlefield. You must master this skill perfectly, and you may even be addicted to it.

"Kill, kill all these ***." Han Dashou fired, and the slight shots alternately, but the sound of the archer's teeth gritting, with a strong Shandong accent in his ears.

Kill the Japanese!

Kill the Japanese devils!

Kill more Japanese devils!

This is a slogan that the officers and soldiers of the Third Column are familiar with and shouted every day. In the base area, bright red slogans written on the walls can be seen everywhere. A kind of ruthless ferocity is instilled into the body and blood of every rigid person at all times.

The Japanese rushed closer and closer, and Han Dashou could defeat a group of enemies without any aim. But he focused on shooting the Japanese officers rushing in front. These desperate guys were shirtless and holding commanding knives, which was the most eye-catching.

But the Japanese were already crazy, and rushed forward, turning a blind eye to the falling shells and the bullets fired. They passed through the smoke and dust, crossed the craters, and looked at them as if they were home. Looking around, they were full of shining helmets and bayonets. The officers and flag bearers in front fell down, and the soldiers behind took the flag and still advanced, resisting the hot shrapnel with their flesh and blood, and no one retreated in the face.

The troops continued to reinforce, one squad, one platoon, and one company, braved the Japanese artillery fire to form unabated firepower on both sides of the gate, and violently killed the crazy Japanese.

The Japanese light and heavy machine guns also spit out flames, regardless of the bombardment of opponents' mortars and suppression of machine guns, and shot bullets at the dam like water.

Stepping on the bodies of the fallen wounded and soldiers, the Japanese rushed to the gate. In order to avoid accidental injury, the bombardment of the artillery weakened. But the defenders' firepower became even stronger. The grenade launchers were almost all direct shots, and grenades exploded among the Japanese, and each of them exploded many Japanese.

Kimura waved the sword with a shining cold light, which was a perfect move that only professional officers could make. He flexibly jumped and ran on the ground, not like a lieutenant-level officer, but a warrior from the age of cold weapons.

I was not hit in the dense bullets. Really, anything can happen on the battlefield! Some people have never broken their swords in their lives; some people die once they go into battle; some people survive with a kettle, a belt buckle, and a wallet filled with coins.

But Kimura's good luck finally came to an end. A string of machine gun bullets hit his abdomen. He stopped swinging his knife, leaned on the ground with his knife, looked at the flashing fire shooting points in front of him, and seemed to want to say a few words to boost morale. But a shell exploded next to him, and the smoke dissipated, and the madman completely disappeared from the world.

"Drop bomb! Drop bomb!"

The Japanese suffered heavy casualties, but they had already rushed to a distance of less than 30 meters. With the orders of cracking their throats, grenades were thrown off the embankment, as dark as rain.

Grenades fell one after another into the crowd of people rushing up, bursting with explosions of flames, and the number of roars could no longer be divided. A large number of Japanese devils were blown to the ground, screaming one after another.

In the smoke of the explosion, some Japanese still rushed out like monsters, but they were too late. After fighting to the death, the Japanese suicide squad that rushed into the pass had been completely wiped out. Our army regained the control of several earthen mountains similar to the war wall and began a fierce counterattack.

More than a hundred commandos rushed out shouting and used the Czech-made in their hands, and the short-tube hopper shotgun was slammed at the Japanese head-on.

In front of them were raindrops, iron balls, bullets, and rainy grenades on the flanks. Light and heavy machine guns were firing wildly without pauses.

The momentum of the Japanese attack was finally curbed due to heavy casualties. The Japanese army rushing in front paused, and the Japanese army behind rushed up again, and the gathered Japanese army crowded together in a mess, at a loss.

The fierce and fiery firepower shot the Japanese army, machine guns, and shotguns in front of the position with almost no need to aim, and they could knock down piles of enemies at will. There was no need to observe the throwing of grenades, just throw them down.

Finally, the Japanese could not bear it and left the dead and injured, retreating in a panic. The wounded soldiers who could not escape let out desperate wails and cursed their companions.
Chapter completed!