In the early morning of December 10, the left wing position in Jinzhou was one kilometer below Potou Mountain, and the Japanese defensive position.

Lieutenant Okuda from the first squadron of the Second Battalion of the 14th Regiment was awakened by the bloating feeling of lower abdomen. He subconsciously reached out to grab the rifle, but after working hard for a long time, his arms, which were almost cold, were not at all obedient.

"Oh, it's so cold that it's even more than winter in my hometown."

He was born in Okura Castle and was already able to resist the freezing, but his body was still almost frozen by the cold cold after the snowfall. He tried hard to push away the sack piece covering his body with his relatively flexible left hand, stood up in the trench, twisting his waist joints hard, trying to squeeze out a little heat from his muscles in this way to warm the frozen body.

The stomping feet on the ground repeatedly, and the dull sound attracted the gaze of other soldiers around them. Whether they were awake or confused, they curled into the shape of hedgehogs, hiding in the pits desperately to avoid the biting cold wind. But this was not very useful. The cold air that kept coming out of the ground would soon make them stiff all over.

"When will such a day end? I'm afraid I can't count on Lushun Festival now, right?"

As the team leader, Lieutenant Okuda originally supported the generals' grand strategies very much, and he also fantasized about one day leading the troops to plant the flag at the top of Lushun, known as the "No. 1 Fortress in the Far East".

In the continuous battles, although the 12th Mixed Brigade did not get much chance to play, they have made great efforts after changing defenses in the past month. At least they have withstood the attack of the powerful enemy on the other side. Is this a considerable contribution?

However, Lieutenant Okuda also knew that if he continued like this, he would not have to wait for the opponent's attack. The cold weather alone would freeze them all to death in the crude trenches.

The numbness of his right hand made Okuda feel inexplicably fearful. He remembered those who had been frozen due to inattention, blackened and began to ulcerate, and had no choice but to be amputated, and then waited to survive the inflammation. The feeling of resignation to fate was too bad.

He decisively came to the corner of the trench, tried hard to untie his pants at a dead end, and poured the hot urine on his right arm. This action was really hard to grasp. But it finally had some effect.

After glaring for a while, the right finger finally showed signs of movement. The numbness and itch that followed made people sadly want to cut it down with one stroke. Lieutenant Okuda was filled with joy and saved the arm.

He was originally very careful about cleaning, but now he doesn't care about the slutty of his arms. He hasn't taken a shower for more than a month. The smell on his body can already smoke anyone away. Their noses are so cold that they can't smell anything.

Gripping his teeth and enduring the pain, he climbed out of the trench with a rifle on his back, stepped on the creaking snow, and began patrolling along the road.

Before the dark dawn, there were sparse stars in the sky that were rarely clear, so you could vaguely see the surrounding environment. Lieutenant Okuda walked around the trench of the team, and woke up seven or eight guys who were almost stiff in the middle - no matter they were ignored, I was afraid that one more squad of his team would lose his combat effectiveness at dawn.

It is still useful to move, at least the body can be softer. The right hand is bent like a chicken claw, which is not enough to pull the trigger. However, it can hold the gun body.

Lieutenant Okuda turned his head and looked at the end of the black dust. The enemy position that was not tall and majestic, but made him and his comrades have been having nightmares, and sighed slowly. Then, he saw a ray of light rising.

"one two three!"

Three red signal flares screamed and rose to the sky, and then they saw the skyline further away flashing, and then shining one after another!

"Arson!"

Lieutenant Okuda was shocked and shouted loudly at the top of his throat: "Enemy shelling---! Everyone should be careful of concealment!"

After shouting, he turned around and jumped into the trench, and his head slammed against the hard edge. He was dizzy and didn't bother to yell. He hid himself with both hands and feet and covered his head with both hands.

In a few seconds, a wild whistling crossed the sky!

"Woo---Boom!"

It was like a whistle blowing, or like a fierce cold wind blew through the narrow crevices of the mountain. The harsh sound seemed to be right in my ears, and finally ended with an explosion that made me feel tight and short of breath.

The rapid flash made the brief light above the trenches. Lieutenant Okuda was not afraid of being killed by the bombardment. He knew that such trenches learned from the enemy could effectively block the bombardment of artillery. This was also the key means for them to stick to today.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang!"

...A variety of explosions of varying degrees of weight followed one after another, messy and monotonous, as if they were completely unpredictable.

Lieutenant Okuda counted clearly until he exceeded twenty, and his face slowly began to stiffen.

"Enemy, this is going to launch a fierce attack!"

The number of cold cannon test fires alone exceeds twenty, which means that at least twenty cannons participated in the bombardment, including the most common 70 small cannons and the most annoying 150 cannons. This means that the opponent will launch a large number of cannon positions. Judging from previous experience, the total number may exceed fifty!

The first shell made the cannon tube as cold as the medicine chamber from the inside and outside, and quickly heated up to be continuously fired, which could be regarded as the cannon's warm-up action.

The second shell was tested and the coordinates of the landing point were calculated. The third shell officially started bombardment!

Lieutenant Okuda rushed up, running from head to tail along the trench, pushing away the foolish recruits with force, pressing their heads and butts under the mound to prevent being killed by shrapnel from unknown places. He kept shouting in his mouth: "Everyone is cheering up! The enemy is coming soon. This time, he is serious, pay attention! Take out all your strength and don't be cut off by them!"

Intimidation is more effective than encouragement. Japanese soldiers are now afraid of the violence of the guys on the other side. They cut off their heads and took them back at any time. What kind of barbaric style is this! No wonder they are called uncivilized barbarians, and are they still using this backward military merit calculation method?

The most important thing is that the Japanese army without a head means that the soul cannot return to their hometown, which is amazing.

Even the frozen Japanese army struggled to get up and prepare the gun. They pulled the bolt hard to make sure the bullet could be loaded, and used friction to bring some temperature to the barrel to ensure that the firing would not explode.

After three rounds, the bombardment of artillery fire suddenly became several times denser! From behind Potou Mountain, the artillery shells attacked by the artillery positions in the middle of the Great Monk Mountain gradually increased at a speed of hundreds of shots in a minute, extending backward from the inside and outside of the trenches in front of the Japanese army. Even as far as the place of their corps, they exploded one after another. The shaking cold winter morning was a noisy!

Lieutenant Okuda took advantage of the explosion and saw that the troops were preparing nervously in the trenches on both wings, and more than 80% of the soldiers raised their guns to prepare. They were waiting for the explosion to prepare for close contact.

"Fortunately, everyone reacted very quickly. You shouldn't have to worry about the enemy's attack, right? We also have trenches. Let's see how you can break through it!"

He not only cheered himself up, but also cheered the soldiers around him.

But as the explosion became more and more accurate, it began to explode near and above the trenches. Splashing shrapnel and steel balls roared everywhere. From time to time, soldiers were injured on the back or buttocks, making shrill howls! The little courage that he had finally accumulated suddenly disappeared!

"Hateful air bomb!"

Okuda was like most Japanese soldiers who were toothless and scolded! I don’t know how the enemy developed this vicious weapon. It was specially developed at low altitudes, and the shrapnel produced the greatest killing effect. There was no place to hide!

But scolding is useless, and no curse can make the other party show mercy. They can only hope to end this wave of attacks quickly, and exchange fires in a short time like many times before, and then turn back and continue confrontation.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...ten minutes!

It seemed like a day had passed. It was ten minutes long, and the shelling continued!

Lieutenant Okuda widened his eyes in horror. This was not an ordinary attack, and the opponent launched an ordinary attack! After ten minutes of artillery fire preparation, were they planning to use shells to flatten the frozen land?

He raised his head from the trench with the courage and saw countless figures, who seemed to be approaching forward in a quiet voice behind the explosion of fire walls!

Lieutenant Okuda's team was at the forefront. He was frightened to find that the enemy was less than five hundred meters away from them!

He turned his head and shouted with the greatest strength: "The enemy is coming up, prepare for battle!"

"Boom!" A close explosion swallowed the second half of his sentence, but it was enough to make others wary. The Japanese army in the entire team didn't care about the life and death of the captain whose head was cut off by shrapnel, and rushed forward one after another.

Then, they were stunned by the scene ahead!

What appeared in front of them was a crowd! There were countless numbers of them, but they must be ten times more than any previous attack!

There are ten thousand people, boundless and unobstructed!

Although the Second New Army Regiment had only 3,000 people and had dispatched less than 2,000 infantrymen, the loose formations formed by scattered on the front of the position, which was scattered across one kilometer wide, could make the enemy troops on the opposite side look scary!

This is the upgraded version of the human sea tactic, which is more powerful than the original version of the Japanese army, so that at least one-third of the Japanese army who discovered this scene was so scared that at least one-third of them were stiff and stunned!

"Hurry! Hurry up! Hurry up, don't worry about being accidentally injured by your own shells, step on the explosion of smoke and dust, don't fall behind in one step!"

Zhou Dingchen personally led the team, holding a Mosinnagan rifle in his hand, and his bold voice echoed in the position, allowing the soldiers on both sides to hear it clearly.

"Don't give the Japanese a chance to react. We flatten him in one fell swoop and rush forward! Have the machine guns been installed? What's the hell out? Let's go ahead and fire!"

Five hundred meters! Four hundred meters! Three hundred meters!

The loose scattered soldiers line uses combat teams to form a continuous attack triangle, which is like a tide that flows across the mountains and fields, and rushes to the front of the Tulingzi defended by the Japanese army!

A dozen mortars temporarily transferred to support the artillery battalion all blew up! The dense shells hit the front, back and left and right of the trench, and the shrapnel shrapnel cut and smashed the exposed Japanese army. After the rest were frightened, they hurriedly shrunk back.

With just such a delay, the bombarding cannons in the rear suddenly advanced forward, and the charging infantry broke into the 100-meter line!

The surviving Japanese middle and lower-level officers shouted in panic: "Block! All of them fire and stop them..."

Where was there any time? They had just raised their heads from the trenches and faced a rough sweep of Green cannons, followed by the front row of new soldiers' scattered shots! The team leader, who had been preparing for a long time, took the opportunity to shoot out all the grenades, causing a series of explosions on the front of their respective attacks!

Fifty meters!

The mortar suddenly stopped, and the brave Japanese soldiers emerged and shot, but saw a grenade like hail smashing down!

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Hundreds of explosions spread almost the entire trench, with rough trenches and foxgloves only more than half a meter deep, filled with endless explosions!

The commando in a bulletproof vest and holding eight shotguns rushed into the trenches, "bang bang bang" kept spraying No. 12 bullets at every low target. In a shrill scream, the remaining Japanese troops corpses rushed in one after another, and rushing figures rushed in one after another!

Zhou Dingchen looked at it from behind the formation with a real touch, touched his sweat hard, and showed a satisfied smile on his face: "This battle is sure to win!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!