Chapter 431 Blood Fertility (Part 1)

(...Every time we successfully surround the enemy, the various propaganda in the rear began to yell for a great victory. For each victory, our front-line soldiers could only attack for forcing each time. Sometimes, dozens of times the casualties were paid to seize a combat position. Many monuments were built on these battlefields in the future, but who could later imagine how tragic the scene of all the slopes around the monument was covered with corpses... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

"Come on!" The charge shouts sounded again, but they seemed so powerless. Only the sound was heard but no chargers climbed the hillside. (_") There was no gunshot on the battlefield. It was a very strange battle scene. This was the combat battlefield of the 133rd Division.

It has been three days since the officers and soldiers of the 133rd Division shouted battle slogans at the beginning and charged desperately, but now they can't shout anymore. Even the scoldings like "Ge Laozi" and "Guozi" I heard two days ago can't be heard. The Japanese on the top of the mountain didn't even shoot a single shot. Maybe they had no bullets anymore... But they must have. Every time they were selected as commando teams, they would be hit by bullets from multiple directions and burst into blood and fall down. The bodies were covered with the hillside, and some depressions that could have been hidden had been filled with corpses!

In the last seven or eight attacks, the attackers no longer chose elites to form a commando, but pushed the wounded up. The people who went up to attack were just to consume the enemy's bullets - using their flesh and blood and their lives to consume them!

"Battery Commander... The regiment headquarters has ordered it..." A communication soldier, who didn't know whether it was too tired or the content of the order made him uncomfortable. He came to the frontier command post with a sad face and gasped and handed over the military order.

Because the advancement was too fast, all the battles were carried out in the mountains. Not only were the telegrams unable to be sent or received, but the telephone lines of each unit had not yet been pulled to the combat units below the battalion. All communications were all subject to the flag-speaking soldiers. As for the troops directly against the enemy, they could only wait for the communications soldiers to bring the news into the trenches.

"All units of the 10th Army have entered the combat position. Your unit must take down the enemy formation in front of you before sunset today..." The battalion commander suddenly cried when he saw this...

How many troops have been replaced in the three-day bloody battle? Their battalion has only been fighting for a day, and it was replaced when the Japanese grenade launchers and mortars were all cut off and fired. Half of them are missing. What is this order not to be a death talisman?

"Longtou, stop crying..." An officer with white gauze wrapped on his head lying in the command post struggled and said, "Even if it is a death talisman, we have to go ahead... I'll take people with me this time..."

The volunteer officer named Luo Ting, who was the chief officer of the first attacking force. He was the one who ordered the wounded to attract bullets to other troops.

"I have all down such orders. I can't go down the mountain. I can't go back to Luojiaji. When I go back, I will be drowned by others. Let me take my brothers to rush again..." Luo Ting didn't feel anything when he gave the order. He just hoped to keep his combat power as much as possible and then take the enemy's position to occupy it. However, all his battalions were wiped out, and the enemy's trenches were not touched. Because one of his battalions was full of wounded soldiers, he could not retreat, so he stayed at the front and waited. Seeing the troops that had been replaced by replaced soldiers, he was drowsy and half awake. In this suffocating waiting time, he was full of blood. He was covered in the wounded men who were trembling with grenades hanging on their waists and touching them upwards...

"Master Long, let's see this. When we came up, we were watching the last attack of friendly troops. The Japanese seemed reluctant to shoot. They waited for them to reach less than twenty meters before they shot and killed them. The Japanese didn't have a few bullets. Otherwise, let's take the risk to do this..." When Battalion Commander Long was still the leader of the bandit, the military advisor left to him by his bandit father, now the staff officer of the battalion headquarters, "Sixth Master" has spoken...

Luo Ting set out with a team of wounded men, and walked out of the ** attacking position. Each of them was covered in blood with cloth strips torn from their military uniforms. Almost everyone was limping when walking. Each of them had a grenade on their bodies and no guns!

Are such troops attacking troops? They can't even do tactical actions! They only have one purpose, consuming enemy bullets!

The Japanese did not shoot. They had already been exposed to such an attack before replacing the new force. They were shocked by the stubbornness of the Chinese team - it seemed that the Chinese people must destroy them!

Such troops are indeed dying, but they are actually consuming their bullets. But now there are less than three bullets left in the Japanese guns that are holding their positions!

It turned out that the machine guns that were covering the side had already been silent in the last round of battle. Now, these Chinese people who were trembling upwards were so terrifying in the eyes of the Japanese: their faces were expressionless, and they were covered with blood and dust, looking like they were zombies struggling from the grave!

I've shot all the bullets this time, what should I do next time! Looking at the soldiers who are struggling on the hillside but are constantly approaching, the Japanese on the position feel exhausted, and this time I'm dead...

"When the Chinese people approach, use a bayonet to deal with them!" A Japanese officer who wrapped his bandage and covered half of his face gave the order with a blue face.

"Puff! Puff!" Several bullets came, and two or three wounded people walking in the offensive team fell down, but the others still moved up numbly, moving, not attacking! The Japanese stopped shooting because they didn't see anyone who could do tactical actions to avoid them. They were waiting for the wounded people to go up and then use bayonets to deal with it.

In the injured team, "Sixth Master" personally brought more than 20 elite soldiers, and more than 20 were old brothers who had walked out of the bandit's nest. They were all over the age of thirty and had families. They brought all the concentrated box guns and hid them under their military uniforms and disguised them as wounded members. They knew very well that when the Japanese were shooting bullets, they could not dodge or rescue the injured brothers. If the Japanese were hitting themselves, they would have to blame their lives...

"The old brothers from my Longwan Village have all come on first. Which turtle son dares to take a step back? My machine gun doesn't have eyes!" The bandit battalion leader swept his face with red eyes and dust and blood stains: "This is a decisive battle. I won't survive even if you die. If I die, don't think about living... What's the big brother? This is a brother! Brothers, don't blame me for being a brother. I feel unhappy on the way to the underworld. Let's break up; but if you chew this battle with your teeth, you have to chew it for me!"

"Boom!" The sound of grenade explosion came from the mountain!... This time I was so close. Can I attack with a grenade? When I heard the grenade exploded, the "dragon head" and even observed it, I roared: "Brothers, come with me!"

There was no one on the offensive position, and the wounded had already arrived first. Now the brothers from the camp have also been pressed down. If you can't catch the position, just stack them all on the hillside!

"Boom!" "Boom!" The explosion of grenades continued to come, and several of the Japanese soldiers who rushed down were killed by the wounded, and more of the wounded were blown down radially... "Boom, bang bang bang bang bang!"..." The gunshots rang out, and the advance team mixed in the injured team finally reached a battleable distance!

"Run! Brothers, rush!" Suddenly, bursts of passionate shouts sounded on the hillside that I could only hear a few days ago! They were brothers who were intercepted on the slope to pretend to be dead during every attack. Some of them had been suffering in the pile of corpses for two days. Every time a brother charged, they would even pretend to be dead and dare not get up to fight. However, after calming down, they slowly figured out that it would be a death if they didn't capture the position. They finally waited for the opportunity for the brothers who attacked and the enemy to fight in close combat!

"Boom!" The first grenade hit the Japanese trenches, and the explosion brought up several Japanese soldiers who were crowded there and ready to rush out to reinforcements at any time... "Oh, I'm trapped!" The Japanese commander already understood that the big thing was wrong: the wounded could not throw the grenades so far! When the box gun was fired, all the Japanese in the trench understood that the situation was critical, and almost everyone rushed to the edge of the trench to shoot out the bullets in the gun and then threw them out...

"I'll die in Guocun!" "Sixth Master" who had already been hit with two blood holes on his body suddenly snarled and rushed to the front with a gun while shooting and continued to rush: "Brothers in Longwan Village, don't want their descendants to be called bandits and cubs..."

"Sixth Master" fell down. His lifelong goal was to not let his children be poked behind his back and say "bandits"!... No one would say about them anymore. I died in military uniform... Master Long seemed to have returned to the beautiful Longwan Village... The uninjured brothers continued to shoot and shout. The wounded men who fell to the ground were crawling with their limbs. They gritted their teeth and continued to touch the Japanese trenches...

All the Sichuan Army officers and soldiers at the front of the trench fell down, but the grenades suddenly exploded in the enemy's bush: the wounded actually touched their throwing distance without realizing it!

Each wounded had only one grenade. After throwing the grenade, the wounded got up and continued to rush towards the Japanese - this is their mission, consuming enemy bullets!

All the wounded fell down and stepped on their bodies. The remaining soldiers who had been hiding on the battlefield gathered into a stream and rushed into the Japanese position, committing suicide blasting attacks, hand-to-hand combat... flesh and blood flew everywhere on the position!

The suicide squad, the wounded, the survivors who were left on the battlefield in previous attacks, and the main force continued one after another. This was their first time to fight to the Japanese position and the last time!

"I will die if my country survives!" The shouts of the Sichuan Army finally covered this iron nail-like mountain...

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