The dark night was silent and gloomy, and the mountain wind howled coldly, and from time to time you could hear the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

It is around 3 a.m., and the night is thick, like dark and cold blood flowing out from rotten corpses, windingly covering the sky and the earth.

The Mid-mountain Stone Stand is extremely quiet, except for the unattended Japanese corpses on the ground, it seems that there is no living thing.

At this moment... a black shadow suddenly passed by the mound, but the silence on the position was terrible, and I couldn't see what it was, as if darkness was about to swallow everything.

Following the black shadow, countless figures appeared behind them. They emerged from the corridor behind some shrubs or mounds, and were groping forward carefully. No one made any other sound except for the rustling and rustling footsteps.

The dark night gave them excellent cover, and there was no movement on the position fifty meters away, as if the enemy was asleep at this moment.

"Boom! Boom!"

Just when they thought the night attack was about to succeed, two balls of fire appeared in the team, and several Japanese devils were blown to the ground, covering their lower bodies and howled in pain.

"It's not good to have a taste of thunder, let me beat me!" Fan Xiangwu, who was lying in the trenches, shouted excitedly.

"Da da da da da da da...!"

Countless heads suddenly appeared in the originally quiet position, and guns and cannons were heard. The defenders on the rocks in the mountains had been waiting for a long time, and suddenly dense bullets shot towards the Japanese soldiers in the dark like ink.

"Hehe, the Japanese guys taste the big meal that grandpa prepared for you."

Hong Mu, who was leaning behind the fortification, pressed the detonator push rod to the bottom, and a mushroom cloud instantly exploded from a position thirty or forty meters outside the position. The Japanese who had no idea were blown up and suffered heavy casualties.

The Japanese in the front row fell down in pieces like harvesting wheat, and the people behind them were lying on the ground in panic and trying to avoid bullets in the darkness.

But what made them desperate was that two flares suddenly rose behind the Mid-mountain rock, and there was nowhere to hide under the dark red light, which instantly made the Japanese who were exposed to the firepower split.

Hong Mu and his team placed a large amount of mines and explosives in front of their positions, and deliberately put them to the front of the rush to the roots, waiting for the unknown little Japanese to drill into their pockets.

The artillery behind was busy, and the mortars were very active to fire at the Japanese. The Krupp on the sacrificial flag slope even bombarded those shootings that had been marked early.

The Japanese army also concentrated the few grenade mortars to use. No matter whether they can see clearly or not, they can just blow it up in that direction.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

The white phosphorus bomb exploded into a fog, and the high-explosive grenade exploded in the soil and splashed mud columns several meters high. The tracer bomb flew around in the air, like fire snakes roaring at those fragile lives.

The flares in the sky made dawn come early, and the smoke bombs pulled dawn back to the night...

"He Shuguang...change defense and change defense!" The casualties continued to rise, and Fan Xiangwu had to let the brothers in the front row retreat and take a breath.

"Here you come! Brothers from the Second Group, follow me!"

He Shuguang, who had been lying in the second trench, waved his hand and rushed forward without hesitation with the soldiers.

The bloody battle continued, and the Nantian Gate seemed to have become a sea of ​​bombs, and the Japanese attacking in artillery fire were even more crazy, charging forward without fear of death. The stalemate battlefield was even better than during the day.

Long Weng on the top of the mountain was not idle either. He took advantage of the chaos and asked the soldiers to move out all the machine guns and shoot randomly down the hillside.

The 37-speed fire cannon was also pushed to the door. Long Weng personally operated the cannon to greet the Japanese on the opposite side, and looked like he was about to attack.

The Japanese who couldn't figure out the details did not dare to be careless, because they didn't know how many Chinese people were in the Tree Fort. Takeuchi quickly asked the Fourth Battalion to defend himself and beware of the Dragon and the others going down the mountain.

...

"Yu Xiaoqing! What's going on? Why is your army still on the West Bank?"

Zhong Bin was furious. He was awakened by the fierce war. He stood on the east coast and observed for a long time. Finally, he found that the second regiment of the Yu Division and the guards who should have returned, the more than 3,000 people in the secret service camp were still on the other side, and he was fighting fiercely with the Japanese at this moment.

"No, I issued an order early to ask them to withdraw to the east coast immediately, why..."

Yu Xiaoqing looked like I didn't know anything, and immediately found a communications soldier in front of Zhong Bin, pretending to be furious:

"Contact the West Coast troops immediately! Ask who gives them such courage!"

"yes!"

But the correspondent soldier shouted at the radio for a long time but couldn't get any response.

"Why can't it work yet?" Zhong Bin asked sternly.

This made the communications soldier sweat and hurriedly said, "Sir... Sir, I don't know why, the radio can't be contacted."

"Useless stuff!"

While scolding the correspondents, Yu Xiaoqing whispered to Zhong Bin: "Don't worry, all seats are all here. I will arrange for someone to cross the river to deliver the letter immediately. Be sure to send the retreat order to them!"

Zhong Bin's face looked very ugly. He had fought this far, could he still give the order? Yu Xiaoqing was afraid that he had made a show to watch it on purpose.

"Hmph, what unit is this? Ah!? I don't even listen to the orders of my commanders, and you, Yu Xiaoqing, can't even obey your subordinates. This division commander is really promising."

Zhong Bin deliberately sarcastically with a cold face, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Isn't this indirectly scolding himself?

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, is my dereliction of duty. Xiaoqing is not good at learning and improper restraints against his subordinates. I am really a waste, I hope yes forgive me."

The petty Zhong Bin felt even more uncomfortable when he heard this and glared at Yu Xiaoqing fiercely. Good boy! He was so sinister about scolding, and he was indeed the same as the commander of the Sichuan Army!

Yu Xiaoqing lowered her head and admitted her mistake humbly, but no one noticed the corner of his mouth that raised slightly. After staying with Liao Mingyu for a long time, he was also affected by the latter.

He only had one order to He Shuguang, to close all radio stations in a centralized manner, to separate all contacts from the east coast, and to obey the orders of the remaining combat were fully followed by the Sichuan Army.

He must obey Zhong Bin's orders, otherwise he would give Zhong Bin the reason to remove his command, but there are policies and countermeasures from above, and at least there are a group of students who regard him as a god on the West Bank.

Yu Xiaoqing, the troops on the West Bank, could no longer command. The only thing he could do was to let He Shuguang and the others stay on the East Bank and help the Sichuan Army carry out the final counterattack.

Yu Xiaoqing looked at the direction of the Qiqi Slope quietly, and thought silently in his heart: Liao Mingyu, I can only help you here. Whether you can achieve success depends on you.
Chapter completed!