The devils are getting closer and closer to the position, and the fat man has been telling the brothers not to shoot in a hurry, and to wait for these sneaky devils to get closer before fighting, so as to save ammunition and eliminate a few more devils.
Although the fat man kept walking around in the trench to warn the brothers not to shoot in a hurry, someone still set fire to the devils seventy or eighty meters away from the position, and the nerves of the other brothers were already tense.
As soon as they heard that the fire was being fired on the position, they immediately fell to the ground, and they also set up machine guns, mortars, grenadiers and other weapons to desperately fire at the position, causing fire to splash and smoke billowing on the position.
The fat man hurriedly ordered his brothers to stop shooting, such a firing shot could not effectively kill and injure those devils, it was just a waste of bullets, and only when the devils were about to rush to the trench was the best time to kill and injure a large number of devils.
Before the retreat of the independent brigade, Zhou Wu left seven or eight 60 mortars and a lot of shells for the fat man to support the fire of the brothers who were defending the position.
As soon as the gunfire on the position stopped, the little devils lying on the ground immediately got up, screaming and rushing to the edge of the position, a distance of seventy or eighty meters, and a sprint that ran faster could be reached.
Seeing two or three hundred devil soldiers wearing yellow-skinned army coats screaming and rushing towards the position, as the supreme commander on the position, the fat man was very calm, and he didn't look panicked at all.
It's just that his eyes are staring at the little devils who are running wildly, and his favorite Mauser shell gun is tightly held in his hand.
Soon, the devil who rushed to the front was only about 20 meters away from the position, and the fat man only raised his 20-shot box cannon at this time to aim at the little devil who rushed to the front, and the devil was knocked to the ground with a "tom" shot.
The other soldiers who were waiting on the battlefield with green eyes all pulled the triggers of their weapons one after another, and their tongues of fire pounced like red snakes on the devils who rushed up frantically.
The seven or eight 60 mortars behind the fat man also roared at this time, and one by one the shells really fell into the charging devil formation, which made these little devils cry wolf howl.
"Brothers, the opportunity to avenge the battalion commander and the brigade commander has come, throw grenades," the fat man shouted.
As soon as the words fell, a large number of black grenades of various kinds flew towards the little devils like a group of crows that were suddenly startled, and exploded in front of the position with smoke and debris.
The devil did not show weakness at all, and the melon-style grenades fluttered and threw desperately towards the position, and the fat man picked up a sapper shovel used to dig the pit and beat these grenades back like playing baseball.
The grenade thrown by the devil did not kill several national soldiers, but was hit by the fat man, killing many people.
The fat man saw that there were not so many little devils who came to attack, and there were only about 300 of them who died, so he was immediately confident and shouted: "Brothers, there are only less than 300 devils, everyone has used up the bullets in their hands, put on bayonets, and fight with these bitches."
The seven or eight mortars behind the fat man were now fighting happily, and the shells exploded one after another in the devil's formation, so that the devil's machine gun and small steel cannon could not exert their firepower, and the devils who rushed in front lost their fire cover, and were beaten by the fat man for a while, with heavy casualties, and almost all of them fell in front of the position.
As soon as the fat man saw that the devil's offensive momentum was contained, he hurriedly ordered his four hundred brothers to quickly replace a magazine, quickly load the bayonet, and those who had a big knife quickly took it out, and the devil could not attack, so they rushed down.
Under the leadership of the fat man, more than 400 soldiers rushed over the trenches like tigers descending the mountain into the devil formation, and before they could make contact with the devil, they opened fire on the weapons in their hands, no matter what single-shot medium formal rifles, or bursting flower machine guns, as well as box guns that were out of the limelight in close combat, they fired at the little devils one after another, so that those devils had nowhere to hide, and they screamed.
The fat man had a machete in his left hand and a box cannon in his right hand, and he slashed left and right at the devil, and soon overturned five or six little devils, and the rest of the devils saw that this fat man was fighting so violently, and they didn't dare to rush forward.
The brothers of the special service battalion had long been in their hearts, thinking about the tragic scene of their comrades-in-arms who had been killed in the explosion over the years, and the tragedy of the tragic death of Zhou Wu's whole family, they were suddenly full of anger and turned into bullets, which made those devils scream and began to retreat in an all-round way.
"Where to run brothers, if we let these devils run away today, do we still have the face to meet our dead brothers, Camp Commander Zhai will not spare us underground."
The fat man yelled at the brothers in the special service battalion.
So, the brothers of the special service battalion rushed up, and the two pairs of little devils began to catch and kill each other, for some reason, the bayonet technique that the devils have been boasting about is now out of order, and many little devils have been stabbed in the heart by the angry and murderous national army.
A few little devils were chased by one step when they turned around and fled, and there was a chill behind them.
The advantage in numbers, coupled with the spirit of not being afraid of death and the extreme hatred of devils, made these special service battalions burst out with unprecedented combat effectiveness, and even the fat man almost fell out of his eyes when he saw it.
Damn, if all the troops of the national army were so desperate to fight, they would have driven the devils into the sea in Shanghai a long time ago.
The rest of the devils were blinded by the momentum of the special service battalion, and in their usual impression, the Chinese army was all about to collapse at the touch of a button, and had no combat effectiveness, but how could such an incredible situation occur now.
Those troops with blood-red eyes and shooting at them were really how the Chinese army seemed to have changed overnight, and all of them were so desperate.
In the end, the more than 200 little devils of this devil squadron who originally wanted to come to the position to reconnoiter and reconnoiter the situation, and by the way, only more than a dozen devils of this devil squadron barely escaped the fat man's slashing and ran to Watanabe, the commander of the devil division.
"Report to the division commander, the opposite branch of the army seems to have been reborn, its combat effectiveness is very, very strong, there are only more than ten of us left in one squadron, and even His Excellency the squadron leader is on the front line."
Watanabe listened to the reports of these remnants of the defeated generals, and was shocked, this is impossible, isn't it that the independent brigade guarding Niushou Mountain has retreated to Guanghuamen, but the independent brigade does not have such a powerful combat effectiveness, not to mention the 11th division, this division has been disabled by me and them several times, and several times they have been given dumplings, and they have all relied on the independent brigade to save them desperately, why have they suddenly become so fierce now It shouldn't be.
Just when Watanabe thought about it and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, a devil came over with a telegram and reported: "Your Excellency the division commander, according to the latest information, the independent brigade of the 79th Army of the Chinese Army has indeed moved to Guanghuamen in Nanjing now, and the 11th division of the 79th Army is stationed at Niushoushan.
At present, there are 5,000 troops of the 11th Division on the Niushoushan position. ” When Watanabe heard this telegram, he was even more puzzled, could it be that the 11th Division drank chicken blood from top to bottom, and his squadron was wiped out in less than two hours Watanabe's always conceited personality made it necessary to take a risk, and in order to save face and be able to attack the city of Nanjing first, Watanabe made an important decision.
Concentrating the forces of a wing to storm the frontal position of Niushou Mountain, he wanted to see what materials the Chinese stationed there were made of, and he did not believe that under the indiscriminate bombardment of the planes and artillery of the Imperial Air Force, there would still be living Chinese to resist their advance. t1706231537: