Wang Zheng had a great life, and other Sichuan soldiers would not have such a good life.

After more than a dozen Japanese bombers dived and strafed several rounds, at least one-third of the Sichuan soldiers who raised their guns to shoot at the sky fell, and a full infantry battalion of more than 600 people was left.

The dive strafing of the Japanese bomber group lasted for a full half hour.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen Japanese bombers shook their wings and roared away.

Then, before the Sichuan Army soldiers on Damu Mountain took a breath, the Japanese infantry on standby at the foot of the mountain rushed up again.

Moreover, the Japanese attacked this time were no longer a small team, but a squadron, with nearly two hundred Japanese!

Nearly two hundred Japanese infantrymen opened the wavy straggler line, held bright bayonets, bent down to the top of Damu Mountain.

Seeing this posture, Wang Zheng knew that the Japanese were going to fight to the death.

Wang Zheng shouted: "Don't shoot first, wait until it's close before firing!"

There is not much ammunition left. In order to save bullets, you can only put them closer and then fire them.

Time passes slowly in the suffocating waiting, and even the footsteps of the Japanese can be heard.

Soon, the Japanese were less than a hundred meters away from the defensive position on the top of the mountain, and it was almost done!

"Fight!" Wang Zheng gave the order, and at the same time, the twenty-shot box cannon in his hand was a long shot, and the dense bullets splashed towards the hillside in a fan shape.

If the box cannon is not connected to the holster, its effective range is less than 100 meters.

However, the effective range is less than 100 meters, which does not mean that the range of the box cannon is less than 100 meters!

In fact, the bullets of the box cannon still have lethality when they reach four or five hundred meters, but they have no accuracy, so it is difficult to conduct accurate shooting.

But now, there is no need to aim at it at all.

Wang Zheng shot with a long shot and the two Japanese fell to the ground.

The remaining more than 300 officers and soldiers in the battalion also stood up from foxgloves or trenches and raised their guns to shoot.

The dense bullets splashed down the hillside like raindrops, and the Japanese fell down in rows.

The Japanese behind them lay down one after another and lie on the hillside to shoot against the Sichuan Army soldiers. The Japanese's gunshots were much better than those of the Sichuan Army soldiers. Therefore, even though the Sichuan Army soldiers had foxholes or trenches to hide, they still did not have much advantage in the shooting, and casualties soon occurred.

However, this is not the worst.

The two sides' confrontation lasted less than two minutes, and the Japanese's support firepower followed.

Two Type 92 heavy machine guns and four crooked light machine guns were erected on two earthblocks halfway up the mountain and opened fire fiercely at the defensive position on the top of the mountain.

Furthermore, the Japanese grenade team quickly followed.

In addition to the grenade team, there are even two bazooka teams.

Several rows of grenades came, and the four crooked handles of the Sichuan Army were destroyed. The only Type 92 heavy machine gun was also blown into a pile of scrap iron by the Japanese rockets.

Under the firepower of the Japanese machine guns, the Sichuan Army was completely suppressed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Japanese infantry who were originally suppressed jumped up one after another and rushed up the mountain with bayonets again.

In a blink of an eye, the Japanese infantry were less than fifty meters away from the top of the mountain. At this time, the shooting range of the left and right wings supported the firepower was affected. In order to avoid accidentally injuring his own infantry, they stopped shooting one after another.

But the Sichuan Army on the top of the mountain did not have the chance to shoot and fight back.

Because the distance of fifty meters has entered the throwing distance of the grenade.

At the command of the Japanese lieutenant, the dozens of Japanese infantry rushing in front of him untied their grenades, knocked heavily on the steel helmets, and then threw them towards the position on the top of the mountain.

Nearly fifty grenades fell down and exploded violently.

Balls of smoke and dust immediately rose from the Sichuan Army's defensive positions.

Wang Zheng knew that the last moment had arrived and he was going to work hard!

Wang Zheng handed over twenty box cannons to his left hand, and then leaned behind his right hand, and removed the ghost-headed knife inserted diagonally behind him, then held the gun in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, jumped out of the trench.

After jumping out of the trench, Wang Zheng raised his hand and shot down a Japanese man, and then shouted: "Brothers, kill!"

The Sichuan Army soldiers guarding in the trenches or fox pits all carried bayonet rifles and launched a fierce counterattack at the Japanese.

In a blink of an eye, a fierce hand-to-hand battle broke out on the top of the mountain.

"Damn it, let me die!" Wang Zheng cut off half of the head of a Japanese man with one hand.

The next moment, Wang Zheng felt a piercing pain in his back. When he looked down quickly, he saw a sharp tip of the knife that had already emerged from the left rib. Without looking, he knew that a Japanese attacked from behind.

"Ah..." Wang Zheng roared loudly, and shot him behind his back.

The Japanese who was attacking behind him was immediately shot in front of him and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Wang Zheng threw away the ghost-headed knife with his right hand and pulled out the bayonet from behind his hand. Blood suddenly shot out in a burst of blood.

In the severe pain, Wang Zheng screamed like a pig, and threw the bayonet forward and hit the throat of a Japanese lieutenant. The Japanese lieutenant immediately covered his throat, hissed and roared, and fell to the ground.

Wang Zheng stared at his blood-red eyes and roared loudly while firing continuously.

In a blink of an eye, two more Japanese fell under Wang Zheng's gun and died on the spot.

When Wang Zheng was about to fire again, he suddenly felt a numbness in his left hand. He looked at it quickly, but he saw that his left hand had been cut off with a knife at the wrist, and his left palm and twenty box cannons fell to the ground.

However, it was a Japanese lieutenant who slashed straight, cutting off Wang Zheng's left hand.

"Ah..." Wang Zheng screamed more and more shrillly, then turned around and ran into the Japanese lieutenant.

The second lieutenant of the Japanese lieutenant stabbed again, and with a puff sound, the sharp saber had stabbed into Wang Zheng's abdomen.

Wang Zheng screamed even more violently, but the man continued to pounce forward, stretched out his only right hand and hugged the Japanese lieutenant, then opened his mouth and bit the Japanese lieutenant's neck.

"Ah..." The Japanese lieutenant screamed in pain.

While screaming, the Japanese lieutenant twisted the sword in his hand and instantly twisted Wang Zheng's abdomen, and the internal organs and intestines in the abdomen were also stirred up.

Wang Zheng, however, bit the Japanese lieutenant's neck tightly and refused to let go.

After a while, the Japanese lieutenant finally pushed Wang Zheng away, but the price was that a large piece of flesh was torn off from his neck, the common artery on the side of his neck was also torn, and blood was shot out violently.

On his dying day, Wang Zheng looked around the defensive positions on the top of the mountain and saw that there were less than ten Sichuan troops standing there.

But the Japanese were unable to gain any advantage. There were only a few left of the 200 Japanese who were attacking the mountain.

"Damn it!" Wang Zheng cursed lowly and swallowed his last breath. Only a pair of eyes were wide open, as if telling the unwillingness in his heart.
Chapter completed!