Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2159 A bloody battle on Highland No. !

In the direction of Highland No. 1, the battle entered a fierce stage just after it started.

Today's Highland No. 1 has become the focus of fierce competition between the guerrillas and the Japanese.

The sky was obscured by thick smoke, and the sun's rays could only occasionally penetrate the thick clouds, casting mottled light and shadow on the bloody battlefield.

The Japanese launched a fierce attack from the front. They were like a raging tide, rushing towards the high ground with one wave after another.

Their goal is very clear, which is to recapture this vital strategic location, clear obstacles for subsequent attacks, and more importantly, to stabilize their rear area.

So the Japanese risked their lives and launched a charge. Their shouts of killing were deafening.

The guerrillas on the highlands, under the command of Ma Sanpao, had simply constructed multiple defensive positions.

When the enemy came into range, the weapons in the hands of the guerrillas instantly sprayed out angry tongues of fire.

The dense bullets poured on the Japanese like a storm.

The bullet penetrated the prisoner's body, splashing bright blood. One by one, the charging Japanese fell to the ground in pain.

Their bodies twitched, the breath of life gradually disappeared, and at the last moment of their lives, they felt regret and how worthless they were.

Such a charge is completely meaningless, they are simply sending themselves to death.

But they no longer have a chance in life, because their lives have come to an end.

But the guerrillas' shooting was still not over, because the little devils were launching a steady stream of charges, giving the impression that the devils no longer considered the cost.

Of course, this is not surprising. Highland No. 1 is of great significance to the Japanese. It can directly radiate the baggage troops and artillery units behind the Japanese, including the temporary headquarters of the Japanese.

And it can also cut off the little devil's escape route from Dashan Bay.

Therefore, whether for attack or retreat, the little devils must take down Highland No. 1.

What's more, the little devil also has a crazy plan, which is to wipe out all the enemies on Highland No. 1.

Therefore, under the Japanese charge regardless of the cost, the barrel of the guerrilla machine gun was hot to the touch.

The Japanese soldiers fell down like cut wheat, their bodies shattered by the bullets.

On the battlefield, explosions, gunshots and shouts came one after another. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood, which made people sick even if they took a whiff.

The enemy's corpses lay scattered on the ground, and their blood flowed into the soil, dyeing the battlefield that was already filled with gunpowder smoke even crimson.

War is cruel. Although it is not the first time for many recruits to go to the battlefield, it is inevitable that they will suffer from gastrointestinal discomfort on such a bloody battlefield.

But they wanted to vomit but couldn't, and it was very uncomfortable.

Ma Sanpao watched these new recruits retching, but he was laughing instead.

Think about it, when he first joined Chunjiang Hao, didn't he have the same virtue?

So he mobilized: "Don't be shy if you want to vomit. When you get used to vomiting, you will become veterans, hahaha!"

Ma Sanpao laughed, but at this moment, the communications soldier braved the Japanese artillery fire and said: "Captain, Leader Ye called and asked us how the battle is going? Are there any signs of the Japanese retreating? If the Japanese If there is no sign of retreat, let us withdraw from the battle immediately.”

Of course, the Dragon Boat Festival message didn’t say that much. But as a communications soldier deciphering it, it is natural to fully express the meaning of the Dragon Boat Festival.

With the rise of Ma San Artillery, we have long forgotten about retreat.

Only then did he remember it after receiving the reminder from the communications soldier. Before leaving, Leader Ye had promised to quickly occupy the high ground and launch artillery bombardment on the Japs at the foot of the mountain. If the Japs retreated, they would be sent back to their hometown with artillery fire. And if the Japanese don't retreat, then he can retreat immediately.

"Damn it, I was just thinking about fighting the Japanese, and I forgot about this." Ma Sanpao patted his head, and then took a telescope to observe carefully.

But this sight didn't matter, it scared him out of his wits. The little Japanese was adjusting his heavy artillery to aim at Highland No. 1, and two Japanese troops were outflanking him from both sides, obviously trying to make a dumpling out of him.

Gao Yanan also saw the Japanese's intention at this time, and said to Ma Sanpao: "We are withdrawing. If it's too late, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave."

Ma Sanpao gritted his teeth, because it was really satisfying to fight the Japanese from such a condescending position.

But the lives of the brothers were more important. He immediately ordered: "The first group will stay to block and retreat in five minutes. I will meet you at the foot of the mountain. The rest of the group will retreat with me."

After that, most of the guerrillas began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield, leaving only a group to stop them.

The first group faced several times the number of enemies without any fear. They still shot at the enemies down the mountain without changing their expressions.

At the same time, Ma Sanpao had already led people to the foot of the mountain.

The Japs' forward troops on the right wing have arrived, less than a hundred meters away.

When the Japanese saw someone coming down from the mountain, they immediately opened fire.

The Malaysian Air Cannon asked the second squadron to go up, and then ordered the messenger to shout to the mountain to the first squadron to evacuate quickly.

But at this time, the first squad had no chance to withdraw from the battle.

The Japanese were rushing up, less than fifty meters away from them, and if they withdrew from the battle now, the enemy would pounce on them all at once.

The squad leader looked solemnly, looking at the wounded comrades beside him, and said resolutely: "Everyone who can move, let them go. Those who can't move, continue to fight with me."

"Monitor?"

At this time, a dozen soldiers who could still move looked at the squad leader.

The monitor said with a warm smile: "I am the monitor, I must stay."

This is a guerrilla veteran who has participated in countless battles.

But he was still a recruit at that time, and at the most dangerous time, his squad leader also said this to him with a smile.

The soldiers looked at the squad leader's smile and couldn't stop crying.

A wounded soldier looked at the squad leader and said, "Squad leader, you can still run without being injured. Can you leave too?"

The squad leader’s smile became even brighter: “This is the rule of our guerrillas, the squad leader can’t leave!”

The squad leader said it categorically, but in fact, no one set such a rule at all.

It is passed down from generation to generation of monitors themselves.

Although they could leave and had reasons to leave, they did not want to leave their wounded comrades behind.

"Listen to my order, no one is injured! Let's go! Let's go!!"

When he saw that the soldiers refused to leave, the squad leader roared. Because there is not much time left for them, the enemy at the foot of the mountain is close. If they do not go down, the large army may suffer the greatest losses.

So he had to get angry at his lovely comrades, and even threw stones at them, causing their heads to bleed!