That is, while using at least a dozen heavy machine guns, more than twenty light machine guns and a dozen grenade launchers to provide crazy fire support, the infantry attacked wave after wave like a tide, taking advantage of the defenders' desperate firepower output to suppress it.

The infantry at the front, carrying explosive packs on their backs, took advantage of the thick smoke on the battlefield to crawl into an area of ​​30 meters, and then suddenly launched a charge.

These Japanese soldiers had no guns and only one grenade in each hand. After throwing the grenade, they ran all the way and were knocked down by the hail of bullets. Those who were lucky enough to survive rushed to the trench, lit the explosive pack and jumped into the trench.

The lethality brought by a five kilogram explosive package is comparable to that of a mountain artillery shell dropped into a trench. Although such bombers have few chances of success, as long as there are a few successes, it is enough to cause irreparable damage to the trench.

Just yesterday evening, five or six such bombers arrived near the trenches and detonated them, causing at least a dozen casualties among the defenders and destroying several trenches with rock bottoms.

And in this kind of battlefield where the fighting interval is only ten minutes at most, how can the defenders still have time to collect wood, stones and sandbags to block the gap?

This is the only last resort!

Fortunately, there were more wreckage left by the Japanese army on the battlefield. The defenders worked hard. While signing the volunteer form, they used ropes to make loops and put them on the JIO wearing cowhide boots.

For sandbags.

But the bodies of the dozen or so Chinese soldiers who died in the battle that day and night were never transported again.

When the Japanese played this bomber trick, the Chinese soldiers on the 'Doorbolt' position were also furious. A total of nearly 110 people from 7 squads died on this position, more than 60 of them, and 20 were seriously injured.

, now there are less than two infantry squads in the position.

In two days of fighting, his originally fully-staffed infantry company of 320 men suffered losses of up to one-third. In the past, they would have been basically disabled. Even if they did not withdraw from the battlefield, they still needed to rest.

But now, the Japanese troops are pressing down on the border, and the whole battalion is here. Behind them are the garrison, arsenal and their families. How can they rest and recuperate?

What's even more terrible is that it is not a matter of rest and recuperation, but that the company is facing repeated attacks by nearly 2,000 Japanese troops. The other two infantry platoons are struggling to carry it on their own, so how can there be any extra troops to support the first platoon?

I don't know if the two infantry squads can survive this afternoon. The first platoon has always been the ace of an infantry company. The sharp knife platoon in the hands of the company commander was just beaten away. Who would be heartbroken if they replaced it?

Otherwise, Deng Ying, who was famous for his tenacity, would not have asked Shangguan Yun for help with a strong cry.

Rubbing the red circles under his eyes, Shangguan Yun did not speak, but gently held the blackened palm, carefully removed the iron ring from the middle finger, and put it on his own middle finger.

"Batalion Commander, Gouzi said..." Fan Mobei couldn't help but want to remind himself of his commander.

Chinese people attach great importance to the concept that the deceased is the most important, and his wishes during his lifetime will be fulfilled for him as long as there are conditions.

Fan Mobei has already thought about it. As long as he can survive the brothers who are still here, even if he takes away one of his hands, he will bury them in peace. Gouzi will definitely be able to take the ring that his mother gave him.

Travel with peace of mind.

Deng Ying gently tugged at his subordinate, indicating that he should first listen to what his superior had to say.

"The dog is gone, but he is too young to understand what it means to be a mother!" Shangguan Yun stared at the iron ring on his finger. "The dead will eventually go on the road, but the living must have something to think about, right?

?What my mother wants is a son. As an elder brother, I cannot give her my biological son back, so I will give her a group of adopted sons."

He stretched out his palms towards the major and lieutenant and said, "Remember, after your company and platoon defeat the Japanese, if there is still one person alive, wear this ring and go to Gouzi's hometown, find his mother, kneel down and call her mother when they meet.

, even if his mother cries, there will be someone holding her at her knees, and she can still smell her son."

Many years later, in a small mountain village in northwest Hubei, five soldiers wearing military uniforms with medals on their chests knelt in front of a thatched house and called an old woman with gray hair in unison!

The old woman looked at the iron ring in the hand of the leading northern man and mourned silently!

There is a tomb on a high mountain!

This ridge is called Tiejie Ridge!

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At this time, at the 'door bolt' position, Shangguan Yun transformed into a cook and sent steamed buns and rice soup into the position.

"Brothers, it's time to eat. Eat two more mouthfuls, drink a jar of rice soup, and then take a pee. Then you can fuck the Japanese all afternoon!" Shangguan Yun's encouragement was never lofty, but extremely simple.

"Haha! You're right, sir. Eat enough to kill the Japanese!"

On the battlefield, the soldiers held up their helmets filled with rice soup and clinked glasses, toasting to victory and survival!

It was worth it. There were about a hundred of them, they repelled nearly 20 waves of Japanese attacks and killed more than 400 Japanese invaders. It couldn't be worth it anymore.

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Chapter completed!