Rise From Eight Hundred

Hearing the sergeant's roar, the eight Sichuan Army soldiers almost subconsciously crawled out of the individual bunkers and unscrewed the back cover of the grenade hidden under their bodies.

Pulling off the drawstring, they threw it with all their strength towards the mountain.

Four submachine guns also started shooting.

When they were still far away from the top of the mountain, the two infantry platoons of the Jing'an Army could of course maintain a 200-meter wide line of skirmishers, but as they got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, naturally, the width of the line would never exceed 100 meters, which also meant that the horizontal distance between each soldier was only one or two meters, which seemed a bit too dense.

The bullets of the four submachine guns flew over, and the first reaction of all the soldiers was naturally to lie down, but dodging the bullets did not mean that they could dodge the grenades.

The Chinese army's standard anti-German long-handled hand grenades were originally thrown much farther than round grenades due to the lever principle. Now, even if the eight Sichuan soldiers who were frightened by the grenade could only exert 70% to 80% of their combat effectiveness, they were still able to throw them more than 30 meters away.

That's just right!

The first wave of eight grenades really hit the Jing'an soldiers lying down.

However, except for one or two that exploded on the spot, more did not explode immediately, but just sizzled with blue smoke.

But that, for the Jing'an soldiers who didn't have time to secretly call for luck, was a more cruel psychological destruction.

If it were a truly strong army, such as the sergeant of the second company of the independent battalion who used his body as a shield for his comrades, or those who were a little worse, they would also pick up the grenade and throw it far away.

But for most of these former "Chinese" who joined the Jing'an Army, their purpose of joining the army was just to get a bowl of rice. When they were eating, they suddenly found that this meal was quite delicious. Except for being secretly stabbed in the back, who would not be afraid of them in public? Even those local rich people who used to not look at them straight in the eye had to bow and scrape when they saw them. They could get military pay and psychological satisfaction. They were determined to follow Li Shoushan, the big traitor, all the way to the end.

But obviously, throughout the history of the world, there has never been a strong army without spiritual beliefs.

Just like the Mongolian cavalry that crisscrossed the European continent, their belief was: under the blue sky, everything is the Mongolian pasture; even the Japanese, the reason why they can be brave and fearless is the result of being brainwashed over and over again by the warrior DAO spirit that has been passed down for thousands of years.

In the face of life-and-death crisis, this puppet army, which had shown great determination in the attack, became cowardly. No one dared to grab and throw away the grenade that was about to bring the howl of death with blue smoke, but instead rolled to the other side with exclamations.

It was not until two or three seconds later that the grenade, which had a delay of five or six seconds, exploded, which also caused most of the Jing'an Army soldiers to escape this wave of grenade attacks by chance.

But they did not realize that because of the panic evasion, the originally sparse formation appeared more dense.

From a distance, it looked like a disturbed insect, instinctively squirming and gathering together.

It seemed that only the temperature of their companions could make them feel warm.

The temperature of blood is definitely higher than the temperature of the body surface, and their subconscious choice was not wrong.

"Keep it in my hand for two seconds before throwing it!" Seeing that the first wave of grenade attacks was not effective, the sergeant's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily, threw down his submachine gun, and fired the grenade in front of him that had been unscrewed.

He let the blue smoke sizzle in his hand until three seconds later, then threw it forward with all his strength.

The other three guard platoon soldiers threw the grenades in front of them one after another in the manner of squad deputy.

The Sichuan Army soldiers knew that they could only listen to the command of the sergeant in front of them. Once the second devils rushed up, everyone would die. They could only grit their teeth, hold their breath and silently recite "one, two, three!" in their hearts before throwing the grenade.

Perhaps because of too much panic, a Sichuan Army soldier kept the grenade in his hand for more than 4 seconds before throwing it out in a hurry.

Fortunately, this batch of grenades supplemented by the Ministry of Military Affairs were all copied from the Gongxian Arsenal, and the quality was excellent. If they were made by some small workshops, the fuse would not be so regular, and the Sichuan Army soldier might have been blown into a blood gourd long ago.

Most of the dozen grenades thrown in this round exploded as soon as they landed, but at least three of them completed the terrifying air explosion.

The effect of three groups of gunpowder exploding in the air was much more dazzling than the fireworks during the New Year. The air waves visible to the naked eye directly cut off the treetops, but the most deadly thing was the shrapnel.

Without the ground to block it, the shrapnel of the three air-burst bombs almost burst out 360 degrees without dead angles.

There was a scream below.

In this round of more than a dozen grenades, at least a dozen Jing'an Army soldiers were killed or injured. Some were unfortunately hit by shrapnel in the aorta. The blood could fly several meters away and landed on the pale faces of the Jing'an Army soldiers, which was warm.

Of course, what was more stimulating than the warm blood was the screams comparable to those in a slaughterhouse.

"Charge, charge!" The captain of the Jing'an Army looked at this scene and finally realized that he had stepped into a trap.

The high ground where grenades were constantly thrown in front of him was a trap, but the most deadly thing was not them, but the slope that seemed far away from the battlefield.

The Chinese had actually ambushed troops there in advance, making it impossible for the grenade launcher team they sent to suppress the high ground in front of them, allowing the soldiers on the high ground to throw grenades down from behind the fortifications and bunkers without restraint.

The reason why the grenade team was not ready to attack was to bring the two infantry platoons closer to the position and completely enter their grenade attack range. Even for this reason, they would rather endure the casualties caused by several waves of grenade attacks.

To be able to complete such perfect tactics, the Chinese commanders on the highlands were not only ruthless and ruthless, but more importantly, what kind of tacit understanding and trust there must be between the defenders in the mountains and the soldiers on the highlands!

The Chinese defenders on the highlands would rather trade casualties for prey and step into the trap. The Chinese defenders in the mountains and forests could clearly attack in advance but insisted on staying silent. They waited until the gunshots on the top of the mountain rang out before attacking the grenade launchers that could suppress the positions on the top of the mountain. The soldiers attacked.

The clearer my mind is, the more frightened I am.

The opponent in front of him was completely at a different level from the army he encountered before.

But the current battle situation is already too difficult for this Jing'an Army captain.

If he retreats now, he will get nothing but carrying a large number of wounded and dead bodies back. If not, he will be sued by the battalion commander who has always disliked him and lose his position as company commander. Waiting for his company There are so many people holding the throne.

The only way to change this ending is to attack.

He bet that the Chinese, who had not many troops on the mountain top, did not have that many grenades. Based on his previous experience in the Northeastern Army, carrying four grenades per person was already the limit.

This person can be regarded as a decisive person. Seeing the exploding grenades being thrown down from the top of the mountain, he not only did not order a retreat, but instead issued an order for a desperate attack. He also sent an infantry squad to the reserve infantry platoon. Among the attacking troops, there was another infantry squad that naturally went to the hillside to support the grenadiers under attack, while the last infantry squad disappeared into the woods after his whispered order.

The fighting was in full swing on the top of the mountain, and there was also fighting on the other side of the hillside. The grenadiers and a squad of infantry were not lambs to be slaughtered. The constant gunshots and explosions showed that they were also fighting fiercely.

This also means that the infantry company commander of the Jing'an Army, who fought tooth and nail, bet all his chips.

He just barely succeeded.

Although he miscalculated the number of grenades carried by the defenders on the mountain top, the Sichuan soldiers were required to carry at least 6 grenades each before setting off, and some even carried 8 grenades. Six consecutive rounds of grenades were thrown into the mountain forest, which amounted to nearly a hundred grenades. The explosion of the grenade blew away the original dense forest.

Not to mention the casualties caused to the Jingan Army, at least more than thirty people fell in a pool of blood and wailed, and more than twenty people didn't even make a sound.

The battered Jing'an troops were driven back by three consecutive waves of charges driven by the captain's company commander brandishing a pistol, but were shot back by four submachine guns.

But as the density of grenade throwing weakened, the gunshots and explosions on the other side of the hillside still showed that the battle situation there was in a stalemate. The Jingan Army, which still had 60 or 70 troops, finally saw the dawn of victory.

They crawled patiently in the grass, trying their best to move upward. The shots from four submachine guns and several other rifles could no longer stop their progress. When they were closer to five meters, they could throw hand grenades into the vast expanse of land just by raising their arms. In the fortification area composed of stones, even if they are just thrown in front of the stones, they can block the sight of the damn Chinese defenders.

"Come on!" Captain Jing'an's eyes flashed with madness.

The heavy casualties had told him that regardless of success or failure, he had actually lost this battle.

The idea of ​​showing off in front of the major general and brigade commander was gone from his mind. Now he just wanted to attack this position and kill those Chinese soldiers.

This is not a desire to win, nor is it a revenge for his subordinates, it is purely an obsession after a beautiful dream has been shattered.

More than a dozen grenades were thrown out by the Jingan Army and exploded a few meters in front of the position. Smoke mixed with air waves and mud enveloped the front of the position.

Dozens of Jing'an Army soldiers got up and tried to run up while firing. Although it was difficult, in just ten seconds, no, five seconds, they could rush into the small high ground that claimed dozens of their lives. .

"Ta-ta-ta!" Dozens of tongues of flames, more blazing than the four submachine guns on the high ground, swept over from the flanks of the mountain forest, knocking down the two dozen Jing'an Army soldiers who were running hard along the hillside.

Lao Hei arrived, taking with him all the soldiers from the guard platoon on the right wing.