Ge Sanmin took advantage of the failure of the devil's second attack to count the number of troops, and found that there were only about 300 people on the position who could still breathe.
At this time, Zhou Wu and the others were still waiting for the steamer to cross the river at the ferry, and it was too late, once the little devil broke through the position, then they all had to be here at the ferry.
When the time comes, there will be a turbulent Yangtze River in front of it, and there will be vicious and cruel little devils in the back, and there will be no retreat, and the independent brigade will inevitably be wiped out.
Ge Sanmin hurriedly reported the situation to Zhou Wu, and Zhou Wu immediately ordered the non-combatants and fat men of the brigade headquarters to rush to Ge Sanmin's side with all the people who could still fight, block the little devils, and leave a company of troops on the ferry.
At the same time, Zhou Wu asked the fat man to dispatch half of the artillery at the ferry to support Ge Sanmin, and only by blocking the little devil outside the position and holding on until the evening could the independent brigade complete the river crossing operation, otherwise it would have to be finished.
After receiving the order, the fat man hurriedly rushed to Ge Sanmin's side with more than 400 people and a few artillery pieces.
The difference between the ferry and Ge Sanmin was less than two kilometers, and the fat man arrived quickly, but he found that Zhou Wu and Ding Ning were also there, and couldn't help but complain: "Luza, why are you here to hurry up to the ferry and cross the river by boat, here is me and Ge Sanmin, is it possible that you still don't believe in the ability of me and Lao Ge."
"Fatty, just relying on your thousand people can withstand the attack of three or four thousand little devils, we also have a thousand people here, even shouting and cheering for you in the back, or sending ammunition, not to mention that these people have all fought in wars, and they are no worse than you."
Zhou Wu was dissatisfied with the fat man's attitude and counted him down.
The fat man saw that he was bored, so he shut up.
At this time, Ding Ning opened his mouth and said: "Brigade seat, there are not many of us left, and we can't fight a war of attrition with the devils in the position, so we will only fight less and less, and we can't hold the position at all." ” "I think that only by rushing out and entangling with the little devils, so that their artillery fire and planes cannot play a role, will our casualties be reduced, as long as we can force the little devils back three or four miles, then we will have enough time to cross the river."
"You mean that we will concentrate our existing forces to give the little devil a counterattack," Zhou Wu looked at Ding Ning and asked.
"Yes, we can only do this now, we have little ammunition left, the consumption of positional warfare is amazing, we have no logistics support now, we can only take a risk, and there is a glimmer of hope to fight with them with bayonets in close quarters, otherwise we all have to die on the position."
Ding Ning said.
Zhou Wu nodded, agreeing with Ding Ning's opinion, he ordered everyone to be ready to fight bayonets with the little devil, and as soon as the little devil attacked, resist it first, and then immediately rush out of the trench and get entangled with the devil, and never give them time to react.
More than ten minutes later, the little devil's artillery preparation began, and the whistling cannonballs flew towards Zhou Wu and them with a scream with the hideousness of death, blowing up mud and smoke that rushed into the sky, shaking the national troops hiding in the anti-artillery holes to the point that their ears were bleeding, and the ground kept shaking, trembling, and shaking.
As soon as the shelling stopped, thousands of little devils rushed towards the position with the cold and shining 38 big covers, Zhou Wu ordered everyone to stay calm, no one could fire without his order.
As the seconds passed, the little devils got closer and closer, and the soldiers in the trenches were divided into two groups, one group was all waiting by the light and heavy machine guns, waiting for the order to fire, and the other group was half-squatting in the trenches, the rifles in their hands had all been loaded with bayonets, and some were still holding machetes.
It wasn't until the little devil marched to a distance of 200 meters from the position that Zhou Wu took out the box cannon and fired a shot into the sky.
Suddenly, all the light and heavy machine guns on the position let out a deadly roar at the little devil, and at once knocked the little devil who rushed to the front to the ground, several of them were directly hit in the waist by heavy machine gun bullets, and the whole body was broken in two, and the lower body rushed forward two steps due to the inertia of running, and the upper body was hit a few meters away by the impact of the bullet.
The little devil hurriedly lay on the ground, using machine guns and small steel cannons to desperately fire at the fire points on the position, many brothers who were strafing with machine guns were killed, but those who were not dead and could still breathe immediately came up, loaded and continued to shoot.
At this time, Zhou Wu fired two more shots into the sky with a box cannon, which was a signal for hand-to-hand combat with the devil.
As soon as the gunfire fell, the brothers who were half-crouching in the trenches immediately got up and shouted to kill the little devil.
At this time, they were only 100 meters away from the devil, and in just a dozen seconds, the two sides collided together, and there was a sound of metal crashing everywhere in front of the position, the sound of big knives slashing into the human body, the sound of bones shattering, and the dull "poof" sound of bayonets inserting into the human body.
The sound of artillery rumbled, one after another, endlessly In order to be able to evacuate to Jiangbei and escape from the hellish place of Nanjing, everyone put life and death aside.
When the brothers saw the little devil, they slashed and slashed, but they couldn't cut it, and they couldn't stab it, so they threw away their weapons, pounced on them, hugged them, smashed their heads with their fists, bit their throats with their teeth, and finally pulled the grenade on their waists, and died with the little devil.
Now the battlefield is very chaotic, Zhou Wu and their bayonets are completely stalked, as long as there is a breath, they have to kill a little devil before they die, so the sound of grenade explosions is heard from time to time during this process.
Many brothers hugged the little devil and did not let go, even if their spine was broken, they used all their strength to pull the grenade before they died, and disappeared with the little devil in the explosion, blending into the snow-covered soil.
The little devils didn't expect that the Shina army, which was already in a desperate situation and was about to be surrounded and annihilated by them, could burst out with such a powerful combat power, and the bushido spirit they had been instilled in them was useless here.
What's even more terrifying is that even if one of their arms or legs is cut off, they will pounce again and bite their throats and ears, no matter how you shoot with a gun or hit your head with the butt of a gun, they just don't let go, but hold on tighter and tighter, and detonate a grenade when they are about to go.
The little devils who have always looked down on the national army are very scared at this time, these national soldiers seem to be legendary zombies, there is no painful expression, as if they never knew what death is, and they are really sure of winning a white-knuckle battle with such an opponent The commander of the little devil saw this scene in the telescope and couldn't help but lament: even if they wiped out the physical bodies of these soldiers, they still couldn't destroy the spirit in their bodies, although these people were their enemies, they were worthy of admiration and respect, and now they were not fighting for themselves, but for the honor of the soldiers.
The hand-to-hand combat lasted for half an hour, and the little devils couldn't bear it at first, no matter how the overseers behind them coerced, they retreated under the leadership of a team leader. t1706231537: