White light and electricity continued to explode within the range of both sides, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, and the battle was very fierce.
The planes roared past their heads, making the cannon fodders who had experienced Japanese fighter planes tremble in their hearts.
But the target of the Japanese planes was not them, but the Henglanshan position adjacent to them. It is also possible that the opposite side did not know that there was also a position on the Jiqipo slope? This may be good news, but it may also be bad news.
"Get down, get down, dig trenches right here—!"
In the midst of confusion and bewilderment, the voice of their regimental commander rang out, so Shuo Yu threw himself to the ground, gave his engineer shovel to the dumbfounded fellow next to him, and then began to dig trenches with his bare hands. They were short of supplies, and not everyone even had a shovel. In this situation, his hands were much more useful than the shovel. He had grown up since he went to Burma, because he could already skillfully dig a usable trench, and he also helped the kid next to him who was quite clumsy even with a shovel.
Ayi hid in a tree, still shouting, "Tactical action, pay attention to tactical action!" "Everyone, don't panic, don't panic!"
Milong lay on the ground, setting up his Czech machine gun. Beside him, Doubing, who was carrying a tortoise shell ammunition box, resigned himself to digging a bulletproof pit that could accommodate two people.
Zhao Qian pulled a few people to help Clauber push the only cannon of their regiment, the 75mm mountain cannon, which was the spoils of Shuoyu's battle last night.
Shuoyu finished digging the pit in less than a minute and huddled behind it, panting heavily. Then he looked up at Fanla, who was not far away from him, waving his small shovel, very busy and working hard. Beside him was the veterinarian, who was out of breath. Shuoyu waved to the veterinarian and asked him to come over to him, as he had room for him.
Dong Dao couldn't find a shovel, so he just used the big knife behind him to dig. Yao Ma and Bula, who were close to him, cooperated well, one digging and the other throwing, and in a short time, they had already dug well.
Shuoyu rested for a few seconds and then quickly lay down and went to the vet to help Fanla dig his little trench. He also had time to check on the vet.
The artillery smoke drifting over from Henglan Mountain on the Jiqi Slope made them feel as if they were back in the jungles of Burma. The fog there was also so thick that everything became blurry and unclear, making people feel as if they were dreaming.
He was about to look up to see where their leader had gone, but Fanla grabbed his clothes and forced him to dig a hole quickly, so he had no choice but to continue working.
At this time, Long Wenjian was looking back and forth between Nantianmen and Henglanshan positions with a telescope in his hand, scratching his helmet from time to time, as if he was thinking about what the situation was.
When Shuo Yu finally finished his work, he looked up and found that everyone had a dazed expression. He didn't know why, so he looked up as well. The turbulent water of the Nu River saved them again. The people on the other side probably didn't expect the power of the Nu River. In addition, Yu Xiaoqing reacted in time. All the unlucky people who had managed to cross the river died between grenades and incendiary bombs. Black and gray things that could not be seen in human form were squirming and screaming.
The enemy on the other side did not cross the river as Shuo Yu had imagined. The entire Takeuchi Regiment had come up. They were just a small vanguard force. Things were not too bad. They had already gotten used to running away.
Shuo Yu blinked and looked at their regimental commander. Mi Long's machine gun and the bearded Maxim were already set up. Only then did he realize that the guys on the other side who had finally crossed the river were not coming towards them at all. They had all gone to Henglan Mountain.
"Hey, they didn't attack us?!" Milong frowned and turned his head to look at their leader.
"That bastard Mozi is ignoring us?"
The cannon fodders stared blankly at the fierce battle between West Coast and Henglan Mountain, with an expression of jealousy or something else on their faces. Si La Si La looked thoughtful.
Shuo Yu suggested, "How about we fire a few shots? We have cannons!"
Klauber was the first to agree, looking at their leader and saying, "Fire one shot, fire one shot."
Si La Si La turned to look at Ban Xian Er, as if thinking about something, but he was really envious of the bustle of Henglan Mountain. They all envied it, so this proposal was quickly agreed.
According to their leader's usual ruthlessness, Clauber's targets were those unlucky souls who were about to land on the mudflats.
Apart from Klauber's 75mm mountain gun, the only ones in the Sichuan Army who could inflict damage to the enemy were the bearded Maxim and the Browning removed from the jeep.
This also resulted in a heavy machine gun group with more than a dozen idle bastards watching from the sidelines, as if they really needed to stay here. The sounds of clanging and empty shots alternated back and forth. The battle between Henglan Mountain and Nantianmen was still fierce. This intensity made some of the old cannon fodder drool. Snake Butt carefully wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the familiar faces around him.
All those who knew what was going on had the same envious look on their faces.
Milong watched the bearded man shooting with greed in his eyes and wanted to shoot a few times, but the bearded man firmly disagreed. Milong was so angry that he asked Doubing to put his machine gun next to his Maxim, but he still didn't believe it.
Shuoyu had just told Clauber to fire at this box of shells, and after that their regimental commander would go to the division headquarters to ask for more. Their regimental commander, with a telescope hanging around his neck, was standing next to the only gun in their regiment, pointing his target at Clauber, having a lot of fun.
He shook his head and turned to help others repair the trenches. As soon as he turned around, he saw Milong wasting bullets and kicked him hard on the butt.
"What the hell are you doing, Tiger? Do you think we have a lot of bullets? Why are you firing them like that?!"
Milong held his buttocks and looked like a big punching bag, not daring to talk back.
Others like Meng Fanle were at a loss as to what to do. After all, they were completely ignored by their enemies. Everything they did now was just to save their little bit of face that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
Shuo Yu pulled A Yi and began to organize the new recruits to dig single trenches, and then from points to lines, and then from lines to surfaces. After all, this is their position. As long as the guys on the west coast are still there and the Japanese devils on the west coast are not extinct, this is their position.
The sound of the artillery was very strange, especially since this artillery came from their position. A mixture of confusion and gloating appeared on the faces of the cannon fodders at the same time.
Abrupt and harmonious.
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