The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 2396: Living Towards Death (IV)

Meng Lingdong was the first to arrive behind the huge rock. He had already observed the terrain in front, behind, left and right.

He climbed out from behind the huge rock. The Japanese soldiers on the mountain couldn't see him, and neither could his own people at the foot of the mountain. But if he stood up, his own people at the foot of the mountain would be able to see him.

You should find a safe place for yourself first.

So, in the soldiers' astonishment, he crawled sideways for more than 20 meters and hid behind a bush. When he climbed over a few short trees and hid behind a rock that just covered his body, even the soldiers could not see him.

He loaded his rifle with bullets, looked at his box gun, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the sound of gunfire from the bottom of the mountain suddenly rang out again. The bullets flew past his body not far away, making him feel his scalp tingling.

The rain of bullets flew over his head and went straight to the mountainside. This was the covering fire of their battalion. Meng Lingdong did not look down the mountain, but he knew that this was the second platoon starting to attack.

No matter how many people are left in their platoon, at least they have now seized a few footholds, which gives them more firing points for shooting up the mountain.

According to the deployment of Battalion Commander Zhu Weiyan, their platoon used these footholds to attack the mountain, and then joined forces with the second platoon to advance about a hundred meters, and then they were only two or three hundred meters away from the Japanese position on the mountainside.

Once they got there, three rows of people continued to attack upwards.

This is a full-scale attack by a whole company.

It was unlikely that this company could capture Houersai, but according to Zhu Weiyan's deployment, if not most of the Japanese troops guarding the mountain were wiped out, at least half of them would be killed, and then they would gather the strength of the entire battalion to finally capture Houersai.

To be honest, Meng Lingdong felt that this battle plan was too cruel for their company that was attacking the mountain, but as a veteran he had to admit that this method should be feasible. Being cruel to their makeshift company would be a mercy to the entire battalion!

This style of fighting should be the one that would cause the least loss of manpower for their battalion, but deep down, Meng Lingdong did not approve of this deployment. He would rather have the entire battalion launch a group charge. In that case, death would be fair to everyone. As for the old veterans in their battalion or even their regiment, if they died, they died. What would it matter if some of them survived?

While Meng Lingdong was muttering, he heard gunshots above his head. It was the Japanese army firing back.

This time, to his surprise, the Japanese not only fired their heavy machine guns, but there was also a sudden explosion not far to his left.

The sound of the explosion made him instinctively push his body down further, and his face was pressed against the ground, and he could feel the ground shaking, and then gravel and soil were thrown at him.

The Japanese army was firing grenades, Meng Lingdong realized, and then he had a bad premonition. Could it be that the Japanese had discovered his position and were using grenades to blow him up?
But he immediately denied this speculation. He thought he had crawled out and this place was very hidden. There was no reason for the Japanese army to discover him!

He was thinking about this, but then he heard several explosions on the left, and when the explosion was over, it was not just rubble that flew over. He glanced to the left, and although the trees only blocked part of his vision, it could not hide the dust caused by the explosion.

The Japanese were blowing up that big rock! Meng Lingdong suddenly realized.

Sure enough, in the interval between the gunshots, he heard the shouts of his soldiers.

Meng Lingdong felt a little relieved.

Although the boulder is high, it is a very obvious target.

At this point, Meng Lingdong did not lean out to shoot at the mountain. He decided to wait. The Japanese firepower was too strong. He hid behind the rock and secretly leaned his head out to look upwards, and began to look for his next hiding place. Twenty minutes later, the second platoon attacked, but Meng Lingdong had moved forward a few dozen meters and lay down behind a dirt ridge.

When he got here, his vision had become wider, and he saw that there were less than half of the people left in the second row.

He also took a special look at the huge rock where he had first hidden.

He couldn't see a few people behind the stone, but he saw a hand sticking out from the side of the stone and a rifle thrown aside. Needless to say, the soldier had been killed.

"Lao Meng! Lao Meng!" Suddenly someone shouted from below.

Meng Lingdong recognized the voice as that of the third platoon leader.

"Here!" Meng Lingdong replied.

He knew that he must have been seen by others when he moved to his current position.

"The battalion commander said that we have to hold on a little longer. Once we reach the position ahead, we can't send another company forward. There are not many Japanese soldiers left on the top of the mountain!" shouted the third platoon leader.

"Got it!" Meng Lingdong replied, but what he was thinking in his heart was, if he could live to that time.

"How many people are left in our platoon?" Meng Lingdong shouted, and then he naturally listened attentively.

He faintly heard the voice of the third platoon leader asking questions, and after a while the third platoon leader shouted again: "No more, you are the only one left!"

Meng Lingdong said "Oh" in an almost inaudible voice.

Although he hated the old soldiers in his heart, including himself of course, and even sometimes wished that they were all dead when he was angry with them, but when the news was confirmed, he still felt an unbearable loss. He was the only one left in a platoon of more than 30 people!
For a moment, those familiar faces flashed before his eyes, and suddenly he felt an anger. This feeling made his blood boil. This feeling was so strong that he forgot about life and death.

He raised his body behind the mound, handed out his box gun, and pulled the trigger forward.

So, in the silence when both the enemy and us were hiding and temporarily truce, a half-self-made box gun was firing "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang"!
"Old Meng, you're crazy!" The shouts of the third platoon leader from behind came over, and then the shouts of the third platoon leader and Meng Lingdong's gunshots were drowned out by more intense gunfire.

All the light and heavy weapons at the foot of the mountain opened fire, and bullets flew over Meng Lingdong's head like a gust of wind.

But it was not over yet. Immediately below Meng Lingdong, there were sounds of "boom", "boom", and "boom". The people in their camp also started firing grenades.

Although there were not many grenades, they should have been captured from the Japanese army, but they still gave some encouragement to the soldiers who had attacked halfway up the mountain. They had to attack further up!

After loading his box gun with bullets, Meng Lingdong, who had vented his inner anger, calmed down.

He did not climb out directly from behind the mound, but began to climb to the left, which was the direction he came from before.

Just now, I was the only one on the battlefield firing guns. This place must have been targeted by the Japanese army.

Meng Lingdong had reason to believe that if he dared to crawl out from here now, there would definitely be bullets waiting for him.