Chapter 257 The Road to Mount Fuji (Second update, please subscribe)
“Look! Look!”
Liang Xuezhe shouted in a low voice.
Everyone’s eyes were looking up at the high ground of more than two hundred meters.
On the fortress built against the mountain on the high ground, several machine gun perforations were spitting out flames.
Although the mountain was almost flattened by naval guns, it was of no use to the Japanese soldiers hiding in the tunnels.
Holding the carbine, Qin Benyang bowed his waist and crouched, but his steps were not slow at all. He ran eagerly from behind, conveying the commander's order to his comrades:
"Sir Order! Attack immediately!"
As he finished speaking, another string of shells flew forward from above, although the tunnel could not be destroyed. But taking advantage of this opportunity, the platoon commanded by Qin Benyang rushed out together, and in the smoke of the shells, approached the bottom of the Japanese fortress.
The Japanese also discovered them, and machine guns and rifle bullets came down intensively. It passed through their ears, on top of their heads, and on their backs, like shooting stars.
Qin Benyang rushed to the front with the machine gunner. The machine gunner mounted the light machine gun on a large rock and fired at the enemy, constantly suppressing the enemy's machine gun perforations.
Qin Benyang himself crouched tightly behind a big rock, bent his body, and fired alternately with his comrades with a carbine.
At this time, one of the brothers from the squad went around a gap on the right side of the Japs, occupied an enemy bunker that had been destroyed by artillery fire, approached the enemy, and launched an attack on the Japs in front of Qin Benyang. , the Japanese firepower immediately turned around and fired back towards the flanks. In this way, Qin Benyang took advantage of the transfer of Japanese firepower and rushed to the edge of the enemy's position.
"China soldiers!"
Seeing that they were about to attack, "Ban Zai"...seventeen or eight Japanese soldiers jumped out of the position and rushed towards Qin with shouts. Ben Yang and his comrades occupied the position and tried to push them down.
Facing the Japanese counterattack, the brothers threw grenades one after another, and the bullets from the Thompson submachine gun sprayed out like water pipes.
Qin Benyang, holding a carbine, pointed it at the charging Japs and pulled the trigger one after another. One Japs fell down, and then another. Just as he was changing the magazine, he saw a The fallen Japanese soldier hugged his brother as he approached, and the grenade exploded in the Japanese soldier's hand.
While killing the Japs himself, it also killed the brother and the people around him.
"You stupid little devil..."
Even so, they did not stop the attack. At this time, comrades from another platoon, taking advantage of the fierce fighting here, quietly Di rushed to the edge of the high ground in one go, then climbed up and launched a violent storm of attacks on the Japanese in the bunker and on the surrounding positions.
"Come up!"
With the company commander's cry, all the soldiers braved the rain of bullets and boarded the enemy's position, fighting with the enemy near the mountainside tunnel.
So, halfway up the mountain, they started a fierce face-to-face killing. Strings of bullets were flying, bayonets flashed in front of their eyes, and grenades exploded in the crowd from time to time. Those who shouted "Ban Zai" "The Japanese soldiers who kept firing grenades and perishing with the enemy really met their opponents this time.
In the past, in the Pacific and Southeast Asia, they relied on such desperate tactics to kill the Allied forces more than once. In order to avoid casualties, the Allied forces often had to retreat temporarily.
But today they encountered a group of soldiers who were as fierce as tigers and wolves. These people had long disregarded their own life and death, and they might care about the life and death of the Japanese.
Flames, blood, and gunpowder smoke were swaying on the mountainside. The Japs were shouting. They fought desperately with bayonets. There were constant Japs soldiers holding grenades and trying to kill them all. The same is true for the Japanese soldiers, and the same is true for the injured soldiers. When the Japanese soldiers throw grenades, nearby soldiers will often press them with their bodies to protect their comrades.
"I must go to Tokyo..."
At this time, everyone is no longer a human being, they are steel, a boulder, and a backbone.
The battle is no longer a battle, but a contest of wills.
The blood of the Japanese is flowing, the blood of the soldiers is swaying, their shouting, killing and roaring, all of this has become a clear phenomenon in front of our eyes and ears.
The US military advisers who followed the attack were all stunned by the scene before them. They were all dumbfounded as they watched the battle on the mountain. Before landing, they already knew that this would be a battle with heavy casualties. They had imagined the casualties. , but never imagined that the battle would be so fierce.
"God, withdraw, withdraw them, they have tried their best..."
Major Thomas shouted to the general beside him. From the telescope, he could see the allies. The army was using their lives to fight with the enemy. Facing the suicidal attack of the Japanese devils, they not only did not retreat even half a step. And it became as ferocious as a tiger. He even saw a soldier rushing off the cliff with two Japanese soldiers in his arms.
"Major, they will not evacuate. No one will evacuate. Please report to the headquarters. Our troops will definitely be able to capture Kushikino at 12 o'clock this morning..."
After saying this, the general just stared at the battle on the mountain, gritting his teeth so hard that they almost broke. "Damn, this is not a fight at all. This is madness, and only madmen would fight like this... They are madmen, and so are you, you are all a group of madmen..."
Thomas became somewhat hysterical. This battle completely subverted his understanding of battle and even his imagination. Today he finally realized what true tragedy is.
Although he said he was crazy, Thomas looked at the allied troops around him with awe.
"I finally understand why you have been able to persist for eight years with such crude weapons. It is your will... The Japanese have Bushido, what do you have?"
"The will is as steely Will! Bullets can kill flesh and blood, but they cannot kill the will in the body! ”
Thomas murmured, his eyes even more respectful.
Yes, the will is immortal...
The sound of gunfire, cannons, and screams on the mountains are still there. Everyone is fighting with their lives, and everyone is fighting with flesh and blood. , this is a contest between will and soul, a contest of wills between two nations.
On the edge of the cliff, a Japanese soldier jumped off the cliff with a soldier taller than him in his arms. The injured soldier on the hillside fired a grenade and died together with the enemy nearby. When faced with a grenade thrown by the Japanese in the tunnel, the soldier would not hesitate. He rushed forward hesitantly, protecting his comrades with his flesh and blood. Let brothers keep fighting!
From the surface position to the tunnel, they attacked bit by bit. After the troops entered the tunnel, the battle in the surface position was nearing its end.
While lying on the ground and fighting with the Japs with his hands, Qin Benyang took advantage of an opportunity to lower his head and bite the Japs' throat. Blood instantly poured into his mouth, but he did not let go and continued to bite. .
"Creak, creak..."
His throat was bitten to pieces, and smelly blood leaked from the corners of his mouth. It was not until the devil lowered his arms softly that Qin Benyang let go of his mouth. , with his face covered in blood, he spat hard, spitting out a mixture of blood and bones.
"Fuck you little devil, I'll fuck you..."
He cursed, picked up the carbine on the ground, panted and sat under a stone, putting his tired Extremely leaning on the stone.
At this time, he could no longer hear the sound of killing in his ears, and he was extremely happy. He secretly said to himself:
"This is the first time in my life that I have felt so comfortable in a fight. !”
While speaking, he grabbed a handful of soil and looked at it, with a bright smile on his face.
"This is Japan's soil. Damn it. I finally got to Japan. Damn it. This is Japan's soil. Damn it..."
Swearing. But the tears stayed.
"Damn it, there's sand in his eyes, it's all blown by the wind..."
As he said this, Qin Benyang heard cheers, cheers like waves, it was a flag, the flag was on the top of the mountain It rose up, and for a while, there were cheers everywhere. Amidst the cheers, Qin Benyang also stood up, with a touch of red above him fluttering in the wind.
"Platoon commander, platoon commander, look, that's... it's ours, it's ours!"
Looking at the appearance of his comrades, Qin Benyang took out a cigarette and smoked one Passing it to the brother next to him, he lit one himself and said nonchalantly.
“What’s so exciting about this, what’s so exciting about it, let me tell you, eight years ago, when we were still in junior high school, we knew that one day the flag would fly on top of Mount Fuji! I knew, I have always known, they also know, they all know, they know when they are alive, and they know after they die..."
As he talked, the wind blew, and the tears flowed down involuntarily. They were all sand, and they were all the wind.
Around him, the battlefield remained the same, with corpses lying in various directions, including Japanese and brothers...
Today is different from the past. Today they are smiling, they are all Knowing that their flag will fly on Mount Fuji, and that every step to Mount Fuji is paved with blood, their blood, their lives, their will.
There was still smoke on the mountain. Faced with the stubborn resistance of the Japanese in the tunnel, the attacking troops poured dozens of tons of gasoline into the tunnel and then lit it on fire. For a while, the mountain was filled with flames and billowing smoke.
In the smoke, the flag flutters in the wind.
In front of the Kushikino Coast at the foot of the mountain, the sea was as rough as a mountain. It seemed that at this moment, the soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in the past days were riding on the waves to celebrate this victory together.
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