Chapter 2: Holding Fast
Wang Yong's throat was parched, so he reached for his canteen and poured the last few drops into his mouth. "Damn it, not even enough to moisten my lips!" He muttered to himself as he put the canteen away. Yang Zhanfu saw this and handed him his own canteen. "Drink up!" Wang Yong smiled and took the canteen, downing the remaining half in one gulp. But when he saw the class leader take the canteen back, he swallowed hard.
"Drip, drip..." The cannon fire outside the cave had just stopped, and the small bugle sounded urgently, urging the soldiers to enter the fortifications. Yang Zhanfu called out and rushed out of the anti-artillery cave first, while Wang Yong shook off the dust on his body, grabbed the 38 rifle in his arms, and followed him out with a crouched posture. As Wang Yong was still a new recruit, squad leader Yang Zhanfu took good care of him, fearing that he might get into danger, and instructed him to follow closely behind him. Wang Yong stepped carefully along the trench, which had been blown up by enemy artillery fire, and entered their company's position.
The newly dug fortifications on the position were also in a mess, and the mud filled with cannon fire was almost leveled. Wang Yong quickly pulled out the engineer's shovel he carried with him and hurriedly repaired the fortifications with other soldiers in his squad, "Dig as deep as possible, the enemy's firepower is fierce!" Yang Zhanfu shouted while helping Wang Yong to reinforce the fortifications.
The enemy will not wait for them to repair the fortifications before attacking. When they barely patched up the collapsed place, piled up a wall over a foot high, and the trumpet sounded again, the enemy began to attack. Due to the terrain constraints of the tank's mobility, this time they accepted the lesson, only firing artillery from a distance to cover the infantry's attack, without advancing to assist in the battle. The enemy infantry also learned their lesson this time, no longer advancing so recklessly, but instead dividing into several assault groups, occupying several high points, setting up machine guns to sweep across the battlefield, covering others as they charged forward.
Wang Yong just lifted his head to take a look at the movement outside the trench, but was pressed down by the squad leader. "Looking for death? Listen to orders!" Wang Yong, although he had mud in his mouth, still felt warmth in his heart towards the squad leader's concern, and honestly hugged his gun, unscrewing the hand grenades one by one and throwing them in a convenient place. The rifle in his hand was too slow to fire, so the main way to attack the enemy was with these iron balls.
More than a hundred enemy soldiers advanced to within thirty meters of the front line, and as they stood up to prepare for the final charge, the company commander fired two shots from his pistol, giving the order to open fire. The deputy squad leader Xinle, operating the Japanese Type 96 machine gun, shouted "Charge!" and opened fire first, while "Grenade" Yang Zhanfu yelled out "Grenades!" and the soldiers of the third squad threw hand grenades into the enemy ranks. The enemy's attack was halted for only a moment, as their machine gunners sought cover and exchanged fire with our troops, protecting their shock troops as they charged forward. The deputy squad leader's machine gun immediately became the focus of attention, and was quickly targeted by two enemy machine guns, with bullets striking the ground around him and kicking up clouds of dust. The deputy squad leader stubbornly returned fire, blocking the enemy from approaching the position, shouting something loudly as he did so. The ammunition bearer continuously loaded new belts into the gun, the ejected cartridges clinking together in a crisp sound. Another automatic weapon in the squad was Yang Zhanfu's American Thompson submachine gun, which he used to take down two enemies near the trenches with several long bursts of fire. He quickly reloaded and joined forces with the deputy squad leader's machine gun to form a crossfire that suppressed the enemy's attack, while the other soldiers' rifles went "crack-crack" as they fired at the enemy...
Wang Yong threw the three grenades with the lid open, picked up his gun, aimed at the enemy's machine gunner and fired a shot. This kid was stupid, rushing towards him and sweeping, if he didn't take him down, he would get hit by the bullets himself. The bullet accurately hit the enemy's helmet, splashing out a spark. He didn't consider whether the enemy was killed or not, as long as he hit it, the 7.62mm bullet even if it didn't penetrate the enemy's helmet, the huge impact force was enough to break the enemy's neck and send him back home.
Wang Yongli's rifle bolt retracted, and he aimed at an enemy flamethrower soldier. This thing can't be left behind, it has to be taken care of first, or else he'll be burned to a crisp with two sprays. After slightly aiming, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced the fuel tank on the flamethrower's back, causing the sticky fuel to flow out immediately. Unfortunately, this was an armor-piercing bullet, which couldn't ignite the oil inside. The enemy felt the vibration of the fuel tank and knew something was wrong, so he quickly threw away the flamethrower and frantically tried to remove the steel bottle from his body, or else a spark would set him on fire. Wang Yong sighed with a hint of regret as he reloaded his rifle. If the previous shot had hit the compressed air cylinder, the enemy would have been blown up! His second shot was slightly off, and the bullet grazed the steel bottle, becoming a ricochet that flew off in an unknown direction. The enemy flamethrower soldier was hit twice and knew he was being targeted, so he panicked and turned to run down the mountain. Wang Yong fired his third shot at him, and this time the bullet penetrated the compressed air cylinder, causing the high-pressure gas inside to be released instantly. The cylinder exploded into countless fragments, and the enemy didn't even have time to scream before being torn apart into several pieces. The splattered fuel ignited with a spark, forming a massive fire in an instant. The surrounding enemies were immediately incinerated along with the flamethrower soldier, and the acrid smoke was filled with the stench of roasted human flesh!
"Good shot, Wang Yong!" His squad leader, who had been paying close attention to him, shouted in praise. Wang Yong fired the last bullet from his rifle, changed positions, and crouched down to reload while grinning at his squad leader. He reloaded and took aim at the next target. The bolt-action rifle made Wang Yong, who was used to firing automatic weapons, very frustrated. If one shot couldn't take out the target, he had to wait for the next round to be reloaded and aimed again, during which time the enemy would often "reward" him with a burst of bullets. Only the squad leader was equipped with a submachine gun; Wang Yong wasn't qualified to have one yet. Looking at the attacking American soldiers, each of whom held either a semi-automatic carbine or a fully automatic submachine gun that he used to be familiar with, he really wanted to jump out and snatch one from their hands!
A loud explosion, an enemy tank shell exploded in front of the machine gun bunker, overturning the shooting platform, burying the deputy commander and ammunition loader under the earth in the trench. The machine gun was also thrown to one side, losing its firepower, and the fire from the third company weakened significantly. A gap appeared in the defense, and the enemy took advantage of the situation to launch a more fierce charge against their position.
The enemy tossed two hand grenades into the trench, Wang Yong quickly picked up one and threw it back out of the trench, blowing up the enemy who had thrown it. With another swift kick, he swept the other grenade that had rolled to Jiang Lishan's side into a nearby cave, where it exploded. Only after the blast did Jiang Lishan realize he had just taken a trip to the underworld; he didn't have time to say thanks, and could only smile gratefully at Wang Yong before turning back to continue firing fiercely at the enemy.
"Fire in platoon volleys!" Yang Zhanfu loudly commanded as the enemy approached the trenches. This platoon volley was a concentrated fire from the whole squad, which could temporarily gain an advantage in firepower locally. Following the squad leader's orders, everyone focused their fire on two groups of enemies and knocked down five or six of them. Wang Yong felt his gun was like it was pressed against the enemy's chest when he fired, and he even felt the blood splashing onto his face from the hit enemy. As the attack slowed, the soldiers fiercely threw another wave of hand grenades, forcing the enemy to retreat to the bottom of their positions.
Before everyone could catch their breath, the enemy tanks started firing at the position again, and the vehicle-mounted machine guns didn't stop sweeping back and forth in front of the position, forcing people to lower their heads. The enemy infantry, who had received fire support, launched another round of charge. Wang Yong threw out a hand grenade, and when he touched his waist, he found that the grenade bag was empty!
"Squad leader, the hand grenades are gone!" Wang Yong shouted to Yang Zhanfu. Yang Zhanfu heard the shout and glanced at the others, who were all in a similar situation. "Take up your guns and fire, we're out of bullets! Prepare for close combat with bayonets, no one can retreat a single step!" Yang Zhanfu yelled after firing his last bullet, throwing away his submachine gun and picking up a rifle with a fixed bayonet.
"Everyone is in position!" The warriors echoed in unison, and the trench responded with a burst of "clashing" sounds as they prepared for close combat. Wang Yong heard the order and felt even more suffocated, his gun was useless, and there were not enough hand grenades, he could only fight the enemy with bayonets, what a bunch of "bandits".
"Wang Yong, don't be nervous, follow me later, don't run around blindly!" Jiang Lishan said with a smile as he leaned in close to Wang Yong.
"Ah!" Wang Yong responded with a loud voice, tightly gripping the gun in his hand. It had been several years since he last did this kind of thing, and he wasn't sure if his old skills were still useful. He felt a bit nervous inside.
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