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Chapter 256 The Road to Mount Fuji (Second update, please subscribe)

"Look! Look!"

Liang Xuezhe shouted softly.

Everyone's eyes were looking up at the high ground that was more than two hundred meters away.

On the fortress built against the mountain on the high ground, several machine gun perforations were spitting out flames.

Although the mountain was almost flattened by naval guns, it was of no use to the Japanese soldiers hiding in the tunnels.

Carrying the carbine, Qin Benyang bent his waist and crouched, but his steps were not slow at all. He ran eagerly from behind and conveyed the commander's order to his comrades:

"Sir's order! Attack immediately!"

As he finished speaking, another string of artillery shells flew forward from above his head, although they could not collapse the tunnel. But taking advantage of this opportunity, the platoon commanded by Qin Benyang rushed out together, and in the smoke of the shells, approached the bottom of the Japanese fortress.

The Japanese also discovered them, and bullets from machine guns and rifles rained down intensively. It passed through their ears, on top of their heads, and on their backs, like shooting stars.

Qin Benyang rushed to the front with the machine gunner. The machine gunner mounted the light machine gun on a large rock and fired at the enemy, constantly suppressing the enemy's machine gun perforations.

Qin Benyang himself crouched tightly behind a big rock, bent his body, and fired alternately with his comrades with his carbine.

At this time, one of the brothers from the squad went around a gap on the right side of the Japs, occupied an enemy bunker that had been destroyed by artillery fire, approached the enemy, and launched an attack on the Japs in front of Qin Benyang. The Japs' firepower immediately returned. Turning around, they all fired back at the flanks. In this way, Qin Benyang took advantage of the transfer of Japanese firepower and rushed to the edge of the enemy's position.

"China soldiers!"

Seeing that they were about to attack, "Ban Zai"... seventeen or eight Japanese soldiers jumped out of the position with shouts and rushed towards the position occupied by Qin Benyang and his comrades, trying to suppress them.

Facing the Japanese counterattack, the brothers threw grenades one after another, and the bullets from the Thompson submachine gun sprayed out like water pipes.

Qin Benyang, who was holding a carbine, pointed at the charging Japanese and pulled the trigger one after another. One Japanese fell down, and then another. Just when he was changing the magazine, he saw a fallen Japanese. The brother hugged him as he approached, and the grenade exploded in the Japs' hands.

While killing the Japs himself, it also killed the brother and the people around him.

"What a stupid little devil..."

Even so, they did not stop attacking. At this time, comrades from another platoon took advantage of the fierce fighting here and quietly rushed to the edge of the high ground. Then they climbed up and attacked the people in and around the bunker. The Japanese on the battlefield launched a violent attack.

"dash forward!"

Following the company commander's shout, all the soldiers braved the rain of bullets and boarded the enemy's position, fighting with the enemy near the mountainside tunnel.

So, halfway up the mountain, they started a fierce face-to-face fight. Strings of bullets were flying, bayonets flashed in front of their eyes, grenades exploded in the crowd from time to time, and those who shouted "Banzai" kept firing grenades and The Japanese soldiers who died together with their enemies really met their opponents this time.

In the past, in the Pacific and Southeast Asia, they used such desperate tactics to kill the Allied forces more than once. In order to avoid casualties, the Allied forces often had to retreat temporarily.

But what they encountered today was a group of soldiers who were as fierce as tigers and wolves. These people had long disregarded their own life and death, and they might care about the life and death of the Japanese.

Flames, blood, and gunpowder smoke were swaying on the mountainside. The Japs were shouting. They fought desperately with bayonets. There were constant Japs soldiers holding grenades and trying to die with others. The same is true for the Japanese soldiers, and the same is true for the injured soldiers. When the Japanese soldiers throw grenades, nearby soldiers will often press them with their bodies to protect their comrades.

"I must go to Tokyo..."

At this time, everyone is no longer human, they are steel, boulders, and spines.

The battle is no longer a battle, but a contest of wills.

The blood of the Japanese was flowing, the blood of the soldiers was swaying, and they were shouting, killing, and roaring. All of this became a clear phenomenon in front of our eyes and ears.

The US military advisers who followed the attack were all stunned by the scene before them. They were all dumbfounded as they watched the battle on the mountain. Before landing, they already knew that this would be a battle with heavy casualties. They had imagined the casualties. , but never imagined that the battle would be so fierce.

"God, withdraw, withdraw them, they have tried their best..."

Major Thomas shouted to the generals beside him. From the telescope, he could see how the Allied troops were fighting the enemy with their lives. Facing the suicide attack of the Japanese, they not only did not retreat even half a step. And it became as ferocious as a tiger. He even saw a soldier rushing off the cliff with two Japanese soldiers in his arms.

"Major, they will not withdraw. No one will withdraw. Please report to the headquarters. Our troops will definitely be able to capture Kushikino at 12 o'clock this morning..."

After saying this, the general just stared at the battle on the mountain, gritting his teeth so hard that they almost broke. "Damn, this is not a fight at all. This is madman, and only madmen would fight like this... They are madmen, and so are you, you are all a bunch of madmen..."

Thomas became somewhat hysterical. This battle completely subverted his understanding of battle and even his imagination. Today he finally realized what true tragedy is.

Although he said he was crazy, Thomas looked at the allied troops around him with awe in his eyes.

"I finally understand why you have been able to persist for eight years with such crude weapons. It is your will... The Japanese have Bushido, what do you have?"

"Will is iron will! Bullets can kill flesh and blood, but they cannot kill the will in the body! Will cannot be killed!"

Thomas murmured, his eyes even more respectful.

Yes, the will is immortal...

The sound of gunfire, artillery, and screams on the mountains are still there. Everyone is fighting with their lives, and everyone is fighting with their flesh and blood. This is a contest between will and soul, and a contest of wills between two nations.

On the edge of the cliff, a Japanese soldier jumped off the cliff holding a soldier taller than him. The injured soldier on the hillside fired a grenade and died with the nearby enemies. When faced with a grenade thrown by the Japanese in the tunnel, the soldier would not hesitate to pounce on him and use Flesh and blood protect their comrades. Let brothers keep fighting!

From the surface position to the tunnel, they attacked bit by bit. After the troops entered the tunnel, the battle in the surface position was nearing its end.

While lying on the ground and fighting with the Japs with his hands, Qin Benyang took advantage of an opportunity to lower his head and bite the Japs' throat. Blood instantly poured into his mouth, but he did not let go and continued to bite. .

"Squeak, squeak..."

His throat was bitten to pieces, and stinky blood leaked from the corners of his mouth. It was not until the devil lowered his arms that Qin Benyang let go of his mouth. With his face covered in blood, he spat hard and spit out a pool of blood and A mixture of bones.

"Fuck you little devil, I'll fuck you or whatever..."

He cursed, picked up the carbine on the ground, panted and sat under a stone, leaning his exhausted body against the stone.

At this time, he could no longer hear the sound of killing in his ears, and he was extremely happy. He secretly said to himself:

"This is the first time in my life that I feel so comfortable playing!"

While talking, he grabbed a handful of soil and looked at it, with a bright smile on his face.

"This is Japan's soil. Damn it. I finally reached Japan. Damn it. This is Japan's soil. Damn it..."

He cursed, but tears remained.

"What the hell, there's sand in his eyes, it's all blown by the wind..."

As he said this, Qin Benyang heard cheers, like cheers like waves. It was a flag. The flag was raised on the top of the mountain. For a moment, cheers were everywhere. In the cheers, Qin Benyang also stood up, above A flash of red flutters in the wind.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, look, that's... it's ours, it's ours!"

Looking at the appearance of his comrades, Qin Benyang took out a cigarette, smoked one and handed it to the brother beside him. He also lit one himself and said nonchalantly.

"What's so exciting about this? What's there to be excited about? Let me tell you, eight years ago, when we were still in junior high school, we knew that one day the flag would fly on top of Mount Fuji! I know, I always knew, they also I know, they all know, they know when they are alive, and they know after they die..."

As he talked, the wind blew, and the tears flowed down involuntarily. They were all sand, and they were all the wind.

Around him, the battlefield remained the same, with corpses lying scattered everywhere, including those of Japanese soldiers and those of brothers...

Today is different from the past. Today they are smiling. They all know that their flag will fly on Mount Fuji, and every step leading to Mount Fuji is paved with blood, their blood, their lives, and their will.

There was still smoke on the mountain. Faced with the stubborn resistance of the Japanese in the tunnel, the attacking troops poured dozens of tons of gasoline into the tunnel and then lit it. For a while, the mountain was filled with flames and billowing smoke.

In the smoke, the flag fluttered in the wind.

In front of the Kushikino Coast at the foot of the mountain, the sea was as rough as a mountain. It seemed that at this moment, the soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in the past were riding on the waves to celebrate this victory together.

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