Chapter 39: A Decisive Victory

  "Boom, boom, boom, boom..." A series of shots rang out, and the four Japanese mortar gunners who had just knelt down on the ground fell one by one. The other two Japanese soldiers carrying grenade launchers immediately lay down and fired a barrage of shots at the position of the Chinese company without aiming. After exhausting their ammunition, they picked up their rifles and followed the infantry in a charge. The shells from the grenade launchers landed on the position of the Chinese company, and in an instant, seven or eight soldiers fell from the edge of the trench into the trench and lost all movement.

  "Ah ya valley... Ah ya valley..."

  "At this time, the 'Japanese' army had completely lost their sanity, they did not follow the triangular formation in their infantry manual, but instead charged forward wildly. At this time, behind them, except for two 92-type field guns that were still continuously firing shells, other heavy weapons had fallen silent. Several grenade launchers who had just caught up were also killed under the machine gun fire."

  At this time, more than 40 Japanese soldiers had fallen, and the remaining hundred or so devils were still charging forward as usual. The casualties of the Chinese squad were also heavy, but most of them died from machine guns, grenade launchers, mortars, and 92-type rifles. The newly promoted Japanese platoon leader, with a white cloth strip wrapped around his head, was running with his upper body exposed, holding a military sword in his hand, shouting loudly. Zhao Zhibang aimed at him several times, but he ran too fast, so he didn't manage to kill him several times. It's also possible that the Japanese soldier had good luck. Although he didn't manage to kill this nearly crazy guy, another Japanese sergeant who was slightly slower became a dead devil under Zhao Zhibang's gun.

  The Japanese army had already charged forward several dozen meters after leaving behind twenty or so corpses, and the positions of the Chinese troops were constantly being pounded by the Japanese 92-type cannon. One shell landed just four or five meters away from Zhang Damao, almost taking him out. It wasn't until the Japanese were about to close in on them at a distance where individual soldiers could engage each other that the two 92-type cannons finally stopped firing.

  "Now let's see the 'Mitsubishi'... Zhang Damao put on the steel helmet that was originally thrown into the trench, and fortunately the previous shell didn't hit the stone, otherwise the splashed stones might have taken his life. He didn't fire but held up binoculars and lay on the edge of the trench to look at the 'Japanese' army who had already rushed very close."

  Getting closer and closer, before the battle, Zhang Da Mao repeatedly reminded Zhang 'Mi' Long not to fire too early, to launch a surprise attack on the devils. As he watched the approaching Japanese army, Zhang 'Mi' Long, who was hiding behind the machine gun cover, anxiously muttered in his heart: "Damn it, run faster...faster..."

  "Dong, dong, dong, dong...". Zhang 'Misty' Dragon finally couldn't wait any longer to open fire. A burst of bullets was fired, and the four or five devils at the front were immediately knocked to the ground without a sound. The Japanese army, dazed by the sudden attack, still hadn't reacted and continued their desperate charge in a straight line.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat... Rat-a-tat-tat..." Another burst of gunfire, and five or six more "Japanese" soldiers fell to the ground. Without the suppressive fire of machine guns and artillery, the Chinese soldiers, who had been lying in wait in their trenches, began to take precise aim and fire, killing over twenty of the charging Japanese soldiers at once.

  The remaining 130 or so devils still only charged forward, completely unaware that most of their deaths came from about 100 meters in front of them at the foot of the mountain. After Zhang 'Mist' Dragon killed another seven or eight, the devils finally realized what was happening. The Japanese military officer who had just been shouting and charging forward also started giving orders after he himself fell to the ground. The soldiers rushing towards 'Mist' Dragon's gun mouth quickly fell to the ground as well, but he gave the order a bit too late. Of the six devils in front, five were riddled with bullets by the machine gun except for one who was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground.

  "The devils have been suppressed! The devils have been suppressed!" A Japanese lieutenant, who had been lying down, stood up with his binoculars and looked at the machine gun bunker that was continuously firing bullets from a location less than 200 meters in front of them at the foot of the mountain. He shouted loudly. The devils lay down, and the "dragon's" machine gun wasn't as effective anymore. However, because the small open area below the mountain had been cleared by the Chinese troops earlier, the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground were now being suppressed by the "dragon's" machine gun and became targets for the Chinese troops on the mountain top to practice their marksmanship. Especially Zhao Zhibang, for whom these motionless Japanese soldiers were like putting their heads in his gun barrel. In an instant, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were killed again, and the remaining Japanese soldiers even had to hide behind the bodies of their dead comrades to defend themselves. The angry Japanese lieutenant smashed his binoculars on the ground repeatedly.

  "If only we had a few more cannons, those bastards wouldn't be able to leave today..." Li Liansheng said, holding up his binoculars and looking around.

  The "Japanese" army, which was charging forward, lay on the ground. The two 92-type infantry guns that had just been extinguished suddenly started bombarding again. However, after firing several rounds in a row, all the shells fell on the mountain above the bunker where Zhang "Mi" Long's machine gun was hiding. The observer artilleryman was so anxious that he stood up with his binoculars, and Zhao Zhibang aimed at him and fired a shot, but missed due to the long distance. Those two 92-type infantry guns seemed to have realized that their bombardment was ineffective and stopped bombarding Zhang "Mi" Long.

  The Tianyu board loaded, , , , , saw the 92-step cannon also gnawing on the middle team's machine gun position. Some of the Japanese soldiers who were not afraid to die carried a few hand grenades and rushed towards Zhang 'Mie' Long, but they were still separated by a distance of over a hundred meters. Most of them didn't rush out a few steps before being beaten to pieces by the middle team's chaotic gunfire.

  At this time, the Japanese lieutenant hiding behind several dead bodies of 'Japanese' soldiers finally realized that what he had learned in military school was really too little. Now, if he continued to lie here, his whole army would be annihilated soon. He angrily shouted loudly for a few times.

  "Commander, the devils are going to retreat..." Zhao Zhibang could only hear vaguely from a distance, but he clearly heard two words "withdrawal", so he hurriedly shouted loudly at Zhang Daman, knowing that Zhang was in a nearby trench.

  "Everyone, bayonet charge!!!" Zhang Damao heard Zhao Zhibang's shout and rushed over, pulling out a large knife from the trench and shouting at the soldiers who were still shooting from the trench.

  As soon as Zhang Da's words fell, the 70 or 80 'Japanese' soldiers who were still lying on the ground suddenly got up and started retreating.

  "Brothers, kill!..." Zhang Damao waved the big knife in his hand and was the first to charge down. Immediately after, a group of shouting Chinese soldiers rushed out of the trenches, following the company commander who had already taken off his outer garment, charging down like fierce tigers. At this time, Zhang 'Mi' Long's machine gun also started firing, and with one burst of gunfire, the last four or five Japanese soldiers at the back were knocked to the ground. Zhang Damao had already charged down the mountain, and the Chinese soldiers shouting and yelling behind him had mostly rushed down as well. The dozen or so Japanese soldiers who ran a bit slower in the back were silenced under the chaotic knives of the middle squad. The remaining 50 or more fled far away in an instant.