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Text Chapter 536 The sound of charge

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    "Dong dong dong"

    Several deep noises rang out from behind the position, and the company's three 60 mortars quickly fired shells 400 meters ahead.

    "Boom, boom, boom"

    Several rounds of artillery shells fell on the Japanese attacking formation, knocking three or four Japanese soldiers who were charging forward to the ground.  However, the surrounding Japanese troops turned a deaf ear to this and continued to rush forward. The Third Division was worthy of being an elite Japanese army. Although it was killed and injured by dozens of people just now by landmines remaining on the position, under the supervision of the officers  Next, they still rushed forward without stopping.

    Finally, because the M2 large-caliber machine gun was destroyed, Liu Tianhai's company's position lacked a sharp weapon that could threaten the Japanese army. A small group of Japanese soldiers finally rushed to a place more than 100 meters away from Liu Tianhai.

    Looking at the Japanese troops getting closer and closer, Liu Tianhai roared in his throat: "Kill!"

    With a roar coming from his throat, he poked the Thompson submachine gun out of the crater, pointed outside and pulled the trigger.

    "Da da da¡­¡­"

    "Da da da¡­¡­"

    There were other chargers who were doing exactly the same thing as Liu Tianhai. A hail of hot bullets swept over the Japanese army and knocked down the Japanese army that rushed over.

    As if he was releasing the depression and rage in his heart, Liu Tianhai laughed wildly while firing, and bullets flew out spinning at a fatal speed.

    Soon, a hundred-round drum magazine was finished. Liu Tianhai took out the drum magazine from his bag without thinking, reloaded it, and then pulled the trigger again.

    I don¡¯t know when, there were strong winds in the sky, and then the sky began to darken.  Before the two sides fighting on the ground could react, showers of raindrops began to fall from the sky, and soon it turned into a heavy downpour.

    The weather in June is like a child¡¯s face, it changes at any time, and soon everything on the ground turns into a swamp country.  The sudden heavy rain caught both warring parties off guard, and also made the commanders on both sides curse.

    The commander of the Third Division, Toshima Botaro, looked at the heavy rain in the sky and cursed loudly because the heavy rain would definitely turn the battlefield into a swamp.  This is extremely detrimental to the attacking side.  Zhou Huangzu, who was at the command post, was also looking at the sky and cursing. Because of the weather, the bomber he had just taken off had no choice but to return. Otherwise, if it rained for a little longer, the airport behind would turn into a pool.  , their plane would not be able to land.

    "Boom boom"

    Along with the heavy downpour, several large-caliber artillery shells landed in front of a small hill, exploding a cloud of mud.

    The sound of gunfire slowly subsided, and the rain became heavier and heavier.  Liu Tianhai looked up and saw continuous hills in his field of vision.  Hills wrapped in heavy rain.  There are no longer any protrusions on the nearby hills, whether artificial or natural. There are only craters one after another on the surface of the hills, craters filled with mud.

    The sky above the hills is endless dark blue mist, and the sticky rain tightly sticks the hills and the mist together.  The puddles in the lower areas had long turned into a dark brown color, as thick as puddles of paste. From time to time, corpses and pieces of gunpowder powder could be seen floating on the surface of the paste.  The raindrops fell on the surface of the paste bit by bit, and then were quickly melted by the thick and dark paste, leaving not a single ripple.

    Occasionally, a few shells hurriedly smashed into the dark mud with a narrow hissing sound.  Then several dirty and ugly mud pillars rose from the surface of the puddle.  The reddish-brown flames tried their best to escape toward the gloomy sky at the top of the mud pillars, as if they could not bear the warm embrace of the foul-smelling black paste.

    A sudden heavy rain interrupted the Japanese offensive, but the strange thing was that the commanders of both sides were cursing at the heavy rain.

    Looking at the pouring rain outside through the telescope, Fusutaro Toshima said helplessly to Toshio, the field member.  "Okay, Mr. Tian Yuan, order the soldiers to retreat. In this case, it would be suicide to allow the warriors to continue attacking."

    Toshima Futaro¡¯s voice revealed a strong sense of helplessness.  He was unwilling to give in. He saw that the vanguard was about to rush to the Chinese position, but the sudden heavy rain disrupted all his plans.  just now.  He saw with his own eyes that the surface of the position that had been reduced to dust by artillery shells immediately turned into mud as soon as it was soaked by the rain.  Dozens of soldiers who had rushed to a distance of more than 100 meters from the Chinese position were like mud monkeys and fell down every step of the way. In such a state, let alone fighting, even maintaining the balance of the body became a problem. In the end, they were  The Chinese soldiers were shot dead with rifles as easily as if they were hunting.  "Tick-tick-tick"

    A mournful trumpet sound sounded on the battlefield. It turned out that?The Japanese troops, who were still struggling to attack forward, retreated like a tide.

    It¡¯s just that when the Japanese army came, it was not as easy as when they left. Not only Fusutaro Toshima knew the current situation on the battlefield, but the officers on the position also knew very well that if they don¡¯t kill the drowned dog now, how long will it take?

    "Brothers, rush, drive the little devil back!"

    A loud charge sound suddenly sounded on the position, and the soldiers who had been suppressed by the Japanese army jumped out of the trenches and rushed forward.

    The few remaining artillery fires at the rear of the position quickly opened fire toward the front.

    After struggling to pull out the leather boots from the thick black mud, Liu Tianhai fumbled with the safety of his Thompson submachine gun and rushed out.  Several other soldiers ran into the mud not far from him. At this time, all of them were covered in gray mud. Only their faces were slightly cleaner, and the Garand rifles in their hands looked like a strip of mud.  Like a stick of clay.

    "Go!"

    "Da da da¡­¡­"

    Liu Haitian stumbled and ran desperately, the submachine gun in his hand kept firing forward, and the hundred-round drum drum was providing him with sufficient ammunition at this time.

    "Boom boom"

    The artillery shells screamed through the moist clouds, and the originally clear and bright sound of breaking through the air was mixed with rough noises; the red ballistics were a little blurry, and the edges of the ballistics seemed to emit wisps of tempered and splashing colors, as if they were embedded in frosted glass.  The ribbon is illuminated by the spotlights behind it.  This is the artillery regiment's few remaining 155 heavy howitzers providing fire cover for them.

    Under the attack of the 155 howitzers, the Japanese army's retreat road was constantly being completely baked by the red sea of ??fire. The grenades exploded one by one at their destination. The tops of the huge mud pillars that suddenly shot up from the ground were dotted with dark red buds.  .

    Liu Haitian had been running for an unknown amount of time. The bullets in the drum of the Thompson submachine gun in his hand had long been exhausted. He pulled out the empty drum without thinking and reached into the ammunition bag on his crotch to get a new drum. Unexpectedly, he touched the empty drum.  He came up short. It turned out that he had already used up all the little ammunition he had left during the pursuit.

    "Fuck, there are no more bullets!" Only then did Liu Tianhai wake up.

    He turned around and looked around, but there was no one of his own around. After observing again, his heart suddenly thumped, "Oops, the charge was a bit fierce, and he ran to the enemy's position."

    Liu Tianhai lay down on the muddy ground without thinking and looked around.  Now his position is five to six hundred meters away from his own position. It will be a long way to go back, but will the Japanese give him this time?

    At this time, several Japanese soldiers more than 200 meters ahead also discovered a Chinese soldier not far behind them. They grunted and immediately fired at him.

    ¡°No, I¡¯m going to return to my position today!¡±

    Liu Tianhai got anxious and rolled into a mud puddle next to him.  He exerted force, but his boots were firmly stuck in the mud.

    There is no doubt that Liu Tianhai fell firmly into the dark mud pit in front of him with a mouthful of mud.

    He struggled to stand up as quickly as possible, but his weak hands and feet refused to obey him. His face was stuck in the mud, almost suffocating him.

    The black, smelly and sticky mud covered Liu Tianhai's face, and the fishy smell went straight to his head.  Tormented by the disgusting taste, his stomach churned and stomach acid surged into his mouth.

    "Grandma, you went too far this time and got retribution."

    While complaining, he stumbled up with a submachine gun that looked like a mud stick, and struggled to hook his toes on the slippery boots.

    ¡°Tweet, Tweet, Tweet¡­¡±

    Several rounds of bullets from the Type 38 rifle were fired into the mud nearby, making a strange sound. The moment the hot bullets came into contact with the mud, a wisp of green smoke and a strange smell came out.

    Liu Tianhai threw aside the submachine gun in his hand without hesitation. In this situation, not to mention that it was out of bullets, even if there were, the gun would not be able to fire given its current condition.

    With difficulty, he took out the Colt m1911 pistol from his waist. At this time, Liu Tianhai had no other thoughts in his mind, that is, he must not be a prisoner of the Japanese. This is what every Seventh Army soldier is doing as a soldier.  I was clearly informed by the instructor on the first day.

    "Your Excellency, Major Sao, your Majesty's Majesty is a Chinese soldier who has been captured alive."

    There was a shout from the side. Although Liu Tianhai couldn't understand these words, he also understood that the Japanese who surrounded him were definitely not inviting him to tea.  He slowly poked his head out of the mud pit and fired two shots forward.

     The other party was not to be outdone, and touched back while fighting back.  The capacity of the m1911 pistol is limited, and six of the seven bullets were quickly shot out. The last bullet was left by Liu Tianhai for himself.

    Looking at the slowly approaching Japanese soldiers, Liu Tianhai sighed softly and slowly pointed the gun at his temple.  Just when he was about to pull the trigger, another passionate charge horn suddenly came from the front (To be continued)

    PS: Thank you ftrt45436 for the reward!
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