The Japanese Division's attack on the hourglass sting was extremely resolute. The air force's bomber group also gave up support to the Matsuura Division and instead cooperated with the reinforcements of the Division to bomb the Hourglass stinging the National Army's positions. Obviously, Japan also realized that the Matsuura Division's own strength alone was not enough to break through. Only by cooperating with the First Division to break through the National Army's hourglass defense line as soon as possible can the Matsuura Division be rescued.

The 344th Regiment of the 58th Division encountered an unprecedented crisis.

"Dog Japanese, the fire is so fucking fierce."

Chen Chuanjun sat up from the trench, threw away the dust on his head and body hard, and then cursed a few hatefully.

Chen Chuanjun, one of the three brigade commanders of the 74th Division in the future, was still the battalion commander of the 344th Regiment, but he had shown a courage to fight and was more capable of fighting among the more than a dozen battalion commanders of the 58th Division. Chen Shi was putting Chen Chuanjun's battalion at the forefront of the entire regiment, and also hoped that Chen Chuanjun could hold on for a while.

"Be careful, camp." The guard suddenly rushed over and threw Chen Chuanjun to the ground.

So even with the sound of bullets hitting the ground, Chen Chuanjun looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw two smoke and dust bands splashing on the ground suddenly appearing in front of him, and quickly stretched over toward this side along the trench. At this moment, Chen Chuanjun suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known that he would have spent more effort and effort to dig the trench into a font shape. The trench was about to be dug into a font shape, and the dive strafing of the Japanese bomber was basically no threat.

Unlike now, Japanese bombers can reap several lives every time they shoot.

It was fast to say that, and the two smoke belts had been pulled over from Chen Chuanjun. Chen Chuanjun vaguely heard the guards let out a muffled groan. When the Japanese bomber dived and shot and flew away, Chen Chuanjun quickly turned over and sat up to observe the guards' injuries, but found that the guards had been hit by several bullets on their backs, and the blood was soaked in the military uniform.

The guard was so weak that he could not speak, and he only looked at Chen Chuanjun and cried silently.

In just a moment, the guard's eyes slowly dissipated and his breathing stopped. Chen Chuanjun sighed and reached out to gently stroke the guard's face. The guard's eyes that were waiting for in a daze were closed forever.

Chen Chuanjun calmed down and looked up and shouted: "Brothers, all of them are leaning over."

More than a dozen remaining soldiers leaned towards Chen Chuanjun, including a seriously injured person. His abdomen was stinged by fragments of Japanese shells and his intestines were flowing down. Because the medical soldiers were killed, the wounded person put his intestines into the gap with his hands, then he tied his belt and returned to the position.

"Is there anyone who can breathe?" Chen Chuanjun couldn't help but look tragic when he saw this. There were more than 500 officers and soldiers in a battalion, but now there are only a dozen remaining soldiers, and they are all injured. How can I fight this battle?

"Battle, little Japanese is coming up again." A remnant soldier shouted in front of him.

Chen Chuanjun turned around when he heard the sound. About a thousand meters away, at least one squadron of Japanese troops had opened a sparse scattered line and was pushing over with a bright bayonet. The sunset was placed on the hills, and the sunset in the sky seemed to be about to burn, red, making the entire battlefield stained with blood, and a large red area.

Chen Chuanjun shook his energy and took out the cigarette box from his pocket, and there was the last cigarette left inside.

Chen Chuanjun lit a cigarette from a burning dead tree on the edge of the trench. He sucked hard, and was choked by the spicy smoke. His tragedy in his heart faded a little. When he turned around, he saw more than a dozen remaining soldiers looking at him. Chen Chuanjun took off the cigarette he had taken two of them from his mouth and handed it to a remaining soldier beside him.

More than a dozen remaining soldiers took turns smoking the cigarette almost greedily, including a soldier who was under sixteen years old. The soldier was obviously the first time in his life. He was choked by the spicy smoke and coughed, and his tears flowed with tears and noses flowing. Chen Chuanjun and more than a dozen remaining soldiers burst into laughter.

Amid the laughter, the little Japanese became closer, and you could even hear the loud roar of the little Japanese officer.

Chen Chuanjun took out the box cannon and opened the nose. After waiting for three or four seconds, Chen Chuanjun suddenly jumped out of the trench, slanted the box cannon and shot it long, while opening his throat and shouting loudly: "Blow me hard."

More than a dozen remaining soldiers raised their rifles and shot in front of them. The remaining Czech light machine gun also opened fire violently. The machine gunner was the seriously injured person whose intestines were shot out. After half a magazine, a bullet suddenly shot from the front, hitting the seriously injured person's brow. A blood mist suddenly burst out from the back, and then he suddenly stood up, and then fell backwards.

Of course, more than a dozen rifles were not enough to stop the charge of the Japanese. Soon, more than one hundred Japanese soldiers rushed into the national military positions like a tide. Chen Chuanjun roared and rushed up with a box cannon. More than a dozen remaining soldiers also roared, jumping out of the trenches with bayonets to face the Japanese, and launched a fierce hand-to-hand combat in two seconds.

Of course, more than a dozen remaining soldiers were not the opponents of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers. In just a moment, more than a dozen remaining soldiers were killed by the little Japanese. Chen Chuanjun was also stabbed in the leg and forced into a dead corner by several Japanese soldiers. Chen Chuanjun grinned and quietly reached his hand to his back, quietly pulling the fuse of the bundle of grenades behind him.

Just as Chen Chuanjun was about to die with the Japanese, dense gunshots suddenly came from behind him, and the voice of the commander Chen Shizheng was vaguely heard: "Brothers, beat me, and beat me to death."

Chen Chuanjun was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he quickly took out the cluster grenade hidden behind him and threw it forward. The six or seven Japanese soldiers who were urging towards him were shocked. Without thinking, they turned around and fell to the ground. The cluster grenade was thrown only ten meters away and exploded. The huge air wave lifted Chen Chuanjun away, and his whole body hit the wall of the trench like a sack. Before he could land, Chen Chuanjun had already stopped breathing.

When Chen Chuanjun woke up again, the position was full of his own people.

When Chen Shi was appearing in front of him, Chen Chuanjun could no longer control himself. He slapped and burst into tears. While crying, howling loudly like a wolf: "Tuan, the squad, howl, the brothers are gone, none of them are left, all of them are all done, the squad, the squad, the squad, the squad, the squad..."

Chen Shizheng was also in a tragic feeling. In less than two hours, a battalion of more than 500 people in a full battalion were left with Chen Chuanjun and the bare battalion commander. If he hadn't come here with the guard company in time, he would have been afraid that even Chen Chuanjun, the bare battalion commander, would have been gone. Even in the Battle of Songhu, the 344th Regiment had never been beaten so badly.

Chen Shizheng's 344th Regiment was really beaten up this time. All the L Battalions blocked the front were fought. Most of the 3rd Battalions on the left and right wings had been killed or injured. The regiment headquarters's mates, grooms, communications soldiers, and staff officers were also armed and all were enriched to the front line. The guard company, as the final reserve team, has also entered the battle. Now it is really at its end.

"Okay, stop crying." Chen Shi was trembling with pain, but her tone of speaking was still as cold and hard as usual. "I'm not dead yet, why are you sobbing?" After saying that, he was extremely unhappy and kicked Chen Chuanjun again, and then scolded, "I know how to cry, like a woman, why did I choose you as the battalion commander of the 1st battalion?"

Before he finished speaking, a short scream suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Be careful of the group." Chen Chuanjun rushed up and threw Chen Shizheng to the ground, and even a deafening explosion.

The bombardment of the little Japanese was particularly fierce. The shells fell on the 344th Regiment's position as if they were not worth it. In just a moment, the 344th Regiment's defensive position was completely covered by gunpowder. In the thick smoke, dazzling red light burst out from time to time, followed by hot mud and sand flying around.

Yongjian Junde was really angry this time and ordered the mountain artillery brigade to wipe out all the shells.
Chapter completed!