Chapter Fifty-Four: Blood Flowing Unceasingly

  He took a deep breath, and Fujiwara immediately ordered the deployment of 2 70mm howitzers to counter-battery fire against the new first team's 4 earth cannons, while the 50mm mortars continued to suppress the new first team's position with suppressive fire. The soldiers on the originally busy earth cannon position were even more overwhelmed by the pressure of the falling artillery shells all around, and it took a long time to get off one shot.

  Dong Tianhao was furious, if it weren't for Wang San following him all these years being diligent and devoted, he would have definitely executed him on the spot. Under the enemy's cannon fire, the four earth-shattering cannons' power was greatly discounted, although not to the point of being blown away by the enemy, but those shells that fell far off target had already made Dong Tianhao unable to bear looking at them carefully. Dong Tianhao clenched his teeth tightly on his lower lip, and blood seeped out from between his thin lips, which he was unaware of.

  Finally, Dong Tianhao was no longer allowing the devils to do as they pleased. With a wave of his hand, two companies of soldiers leapt out of their trenches and fanned out towards the enemy 300 meters away. In Dong Tianhao's mind, there was only one thought: he had to stop the devils from advancing further. If they broke through the trenches leading to the front lines, it would be a huge blow to the morale of his own soldiers. Moreover, the wooden stakes that had been painstakingly set up in front would lose their original purpose. Dong Tianhao couldn't balance this in his mind, so he chose to launch an attack, even though it went against the conservative ideology in his blood. He was forced to charge forward, and if he didn't, he would be even more anxious.

  Fujiwara watched as the two new Ichidan Regiment companies slowly approached the front line, and he couldn't help but sneer. The commander of the new Ichidan Regiment was so impatient that it fell right into Fujiwara's trap. These few troops were like a thin fish that could be easily swallowed whole, not even enough to fill his teeth. The new Ichidan Regiment didn't dare to charge at him, and if they didn't charge, he wasn't in a hurry either. If a small group of troops came out, he could easily devour them. If they all came out together, he just needed to pull back the front-line troops and gather the heavy troops behind. With the solid fortifications built over the past two days and superior firepower, he could easily crush the enemy's attack. Although he had received a strong attack order from Ozawa Takeo, Fujiwara still followed his own plan and rhythm, only implementing it ahead of schedule. He didn't feel any anxiety in his heart because of Ozawa's order. On the other hand, Dong Tianhao was completely opposite. He was very anxious and afraid that he couldn't hold the position, so he hadn't even considered it clearly before hastily sending out two companies.

  Two battalions did not have a uniform dress, and the weapons in their hands were also varied, mainly firearms. They may be farmers with poor combat effectiveness, or they may not be as elite as the 137th and 146th regiments, but their spine is no softer than others. Their heads are held high because of the heart beating in their left chest, rejoicing that they can fight for their country. The strong will to fight comes from defending their homes and the proud Han nation that has never been conquered for five thousand years. A man born with his head held high and his feet on the ground, what is cowardice? Go ask the eunuchs who are afraid of being squeezed by eggs.

  The wind blowing on their faces was no longer felt, and the hail of bullets flying around them was also numb. They only felt that they had a duty to charge forward, as soldiers were not allowed to be afraid of the enemy, let alone retreat. Although they were brave, it was still a confrontation of strength and command art on the battlefield. The two squadrons that emerged from the Japanese army's rear camp were like two sharp blades advancing left and right, and the two companies that opened up in formation were like being stabbed in the waist with a sharp pain that twisted and deformed the entire impact formation in an instant.

  Two battalions that charged out were divided into segments, and slowly but surely they were engulfed by the surrounding devils. The devils' guns fired in unison with greater accuracy than these two battalions, and their disorganized and outdated equipment made it impossible for them to resist the well-equipped devils, almost collapsing at a single blow.

  Looking from afar at the battlefield, Dong Tianhao watched as his comrades fell one by one, his heart aching like a knife cut, but he was powerless to do anything. At this moment, he hated his own rashness, and for his mistake, he had to pay the price, a price of over 500 lives, in less than half an hour, over 500 lives fell before his eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes, Dong Tianhao's heart was filled with sorrow and pain.

  Fujiwara burst out laughing loudly, what a successful divisional siege this was! Previously, the tactic he trained his team to practice the most was this one. And just now, the new first regiment unexpectedly sent two companies rushing up, he could only say that the commander on the opposite side was a big potato. Of course, for him, the result of this free actual combat exercise made him 100% satisfied.

  Fujiwara drew his sword and pointed at Shinichi's position, shouting loudly: "Long live the Empire! Charge!"

  Dong Tianhao's face was as black as iron, and he ordered a communication soldier to pass on the order to You Fei: "The entire line of Conical Hill is under intense pressure. Regimental Commander Dong Tianhao and all brothers of the New First Regiment have decided to live or die with the position, and will absolutely not let the enemy set foot on the land of Conical Hill until the last man falls."

  Under the dark sky, Dong Tianhao stood at the forefront of the battlefield. At this moment, he had completely cleared up his mind and put aside all thoughts of honor, shame, victory or defeat. Now, the only thing on his mind was how to give the devils a heavy punch and tell them that the new first battalion was not easy to mess with.

  The artillery fire was thundering on this side, and the fierce battle situation in the middle of Niugutang was not inferior to that of Jizishan. Shota was a charging-type general, and after receiving the order from Ozawa Takeo, he roared like a tiger out of its cage, launching an all-out attack on the defensive line laid down by the 146th Regiment from point to surface.

  Gao Yongtai was the most stable of the three battalion commanders, and each defensive line on the battlefield was deployed without any gaps. Even under the repeated impact of fierce generals like Sheng Tai, he could withstand it. At this time, Gao Yongtai was busy like a top, constantly reporting to the various front lines for ammunition and personnel requirements. He had to quickly respond to the enemy's attack focus on each battlefield and adjust his troops accordingly. Logistics supply was also a big problem, and the insufficient ammunition made him dare not release it all at once. No matter how much ammunition was released, it would be consumed like burning paper money. Those soldiers and officers who were killing with red eyes wouldn't consider whether there was enough ammunition or not. Although he was busy running around, each front line was solid as gold, and no major problems occurred.

  While dealing with the ever-changing battlefield, Gao Yongtai also had to worry about Lin Yurui, who was thrown at him like a hot potato. Since the start of the war, he didn't know where Lin Yurui was or what she was doing. There were too many things that required his decision-making, so he really didn't have time to care about Lin Yurui. However, Lin Yurui was someone who couldn't be ignored, and if something went wrong, Gao Yongtai really didn't know how he would explain it to You Fei. Why did a woman like her have to run onto the battlefield to join in on the excitement? Gao Yongtai silently lamented in his heart.

  At this time, Lin Yurui was in the medical team responsible for carrying wounded soldiers. Previously, Gao Yongtai did not arrange work for Lin Yurui, so she found her way to the medical team and became a medic. Of course, she didn't let Gao Yongtai know about it, nor did she tell anyone else about her special relationship with You Fei. In the medical team, they just treated her as an ordinary female soldier.

  The battlefield was littered with corpses, and at first, Lin Yurui saw the mangled flesh and blood-soaked entrails, but she didn't feel like vomiting. She was too stunned by the cruel scene to speak. However, there was no time for her to be shocked, as the medical team was the most understaffed place in the entire army. Although Lin Yurui couldn't carry stretchers like the stretcher bearers, she could still do simple bandaging and comforting of the wounded. She worked while crying, as if trying to shed all the tears she had accumulated in her lifetime. It was because she saw the unbearable pain on the faces of the wounded soldiers, but she couldn't help them much. Medicines were extremely scarce, and there wasn't even any painkillers for the wounded. Lin Yurui could only comfort the wounded with a forced smile while tears streamed down her face.

  Gun smoke shrouded Lin Yurui's face, her delicate skin turned a dark, pot-bottom black. In the midst of tears, Lin Yurui slowly became strong, at this time no one knew that she was still an innocent and romantic university girl full of beautiful fantasies just a few months ago.

  The wind howls by, like a mournful cry, tears of blood splashing, the battle continues unabated, unrelenting, blood keeps flowing...