These devils charging at the front had no support and no way back!

Ahead of these devils was a storm of bullets fired by the defending soldiers.

They couldn't afford even the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, they thought of retreating!

But the path behind them was an area covered by artillery fire, now the territory of the Grim Reaper.

Advancing, however, offered a glimmer of hope.

A huge explosion sounded behind the devils charging at the front, but at this moment, these devils had no time or opportunity to look back.

These bravest soldiers of the Taihe Hui Battalion charged forward fearlessly.

One after another, they fell!

More and more fell!

Finally!

Some of these devils charging at the front finally rushed into the trenches of the First Battalion.

These devils raised their bayonets at the soldiers of the First Battalion; the harvest season had arrived.

A triumphant sneer appeared on the faces of these devil soldiers who had rushed into the trenches.

Their entry into the trenches would force the defending soldiers to send forces to deal with them.

Their comrades behind them would greatly reduce casualties.

More and more devils would rush into the trenches.

Until the position was completely occupied.

The ideal was grand!

The plan was perfect!

When the two sides fought fiercely together.

Smiles still lingered on the faces of these devils!

But after they exchanged positions with the defending soldiers in one exchange,

These devils were shocked to discover that behind them, there was only air.

Not a single member of the imagined large force was to be seen.

The courage in the hearts of these devils instantly drained away.

Soldiers without courage are just walking corpses.

Of the more than a thousand devils in the Taihe Hui Battalion, less than thirty rushed into the trenches.

More soldiers were stopped on either side of the road to the Yellow Springs!

The devils who passed the road to the Yellow Springs all entered the Yellow Springs.

The devils who did not pass were now retreating.

Battalion Commander Zhang loudly ordered: "Clear the trenches! Prepare for battle!"

Now, within a hundred meters in front of their position, there wasn't a single devil standing.

The previously dense, dark mass of devils was now neatly stacked in front of the position like harvested rice.

Further away, the devils had all changed their direction of attack.

Their backs were to the First Battalion's position as they fled in a frenzy.

After leaving behind more than four hundred corpses, the Taihe Hui Battalion fled in panic.

Lin Fan and his special forces team were also doing about the same.

The special forces team's seven cannons each fired for only one minute.

Before Lin Fan ordered them to change positions.

When they were already a thousand meters away from the position where they had just fired their cannons.

The artillery strike Lin Fan had imagined did not arrive.

It seemed that the devils' reaction was not as consistently swift as it had been just now.

Captain Sato watched as the front line went from being sure of victory to a complete rout in just one minute.

In that one minute, a sudden bombardment completely shattered the Taihe Hui Battalion's attack.

Captain Sato, standing in the distance, could see that the enemy's artillery bombardment was not actually that fierce.

It was just that they concentrated a small amount of artillery fire on a small area.

Because of this, the Taihe Hui Battalion's charging formation was cut in half in just one minute.

That was what led to the failure of his forces.

At the same time, he also saw that there were not many defending soldiers on the opposite position.

If the Taihe Hui Battalion had persisted a little longer and continued to charge, the position would have already been captured.

Captain Sato calmly ordered: "The Taihe Hui Battalion will retreat to rest and become a reserve force."

This was the greatest punishment for the Taihe Hui Battalion Commander. A soldier of the empire was relegated to the reserve position for ineffective attack.

It was like a key player on a soccer team, sidelined by the coach to sit on the bench forever due to poor performance.

You're taken to every game, allowed to watch, but not allowed to play.

Battalion Commander Taihe Hui, with red eyes, resentfully said, "Hai!" and accepted the order.

He would have preferred Captain Sato to slap him dozens of times and kick his rear, ordering him to retake the position.

Captain Sato was unwilling to waste any more effort on this battalion.

He loudly ordered: "Battalion Commander Du Ze Tuoye! Go! Take back the position for me."

Watching Battalion Commander Du Ze Tuoye prepare to go.

Sato ordered: "The Inoue Hayate artillery battalion, immediately set up and enter the position, and prepare to suppress the enemy's artillery."

Captain Sato had already seen that the defending forces in the direction of Taihe Hui's attack were not numerous.

This was a natural position for attack.

At this time, Zhang Jian, the battalion commander of the 763rd Regiment's First Battalion, had already ordered his soldiers to rush out quickly.

To collect weapons and ammunition in front of the position.

After careful consideration, Division Commander Gu Jiaqi finally partially accepted Lin Fan's suggestion: he issued a suggestion to his troops to collect Japanese weapons before the battle.

It was just a suggestion, not an order!

Battalion Commander Zhang immediately executed it, sending more than twenty agile soldiers to run out and pick up guns.

Yan Lezhang was the third platoon leader of the First Battalion. He was leading this mission to clean up the battlefield and collect weapons and ammunition.

These twenty-three men had barely reached forty meters out of the trenches when they had already collected more than seventy guns.

Yan Lezhang had no choice but to have the soldiers send these seventy-odd guns back first.

There were too many Type 38 rifles left by the devils on the battlefield, and the soldiers were now experienced.

They no longer rushed to carry these guns on their backs, but simply concentrated all the guns and ammunition together.

And continued to collect forward.

What Platoon Leader Yan preferred were the devils' light machine guns. Just now, these machine guns had suppressed his platoon's machine gun firepower, preventing them from raising their heads.

Platoon Leader Yan did not need the more powerful grenade launchers.

This thing required too much of the shooter, and his men simply couldn't play it well.

A light machine gun was different; it could be used as soon as you picked it up.

What kind of gun wasn't a gun?

They had already collected up to two hundred meters in front of the position, and several light machine guns were lying on the ground.

Platoon Leader Yan was the first to rush up and pick up a machine gun.

He instructed the soldiers: "Bring all the bullets back."

The remaining soldiers picked up the other three machine guns.

This type of machine gun was actually the 7.7mm Type 92 light machine gun, a copy of the Lewis gun.

The Japanese began producing copies in 1932 (according to the Japanese calendar, 1932 was 2592, so it was designated Type 92).

This light machine gun had a caliber of 7.7mm, a total length of 1,275mm, and a barrel length of 666mm.

The entire gun weighed 29 jin (approximately 35 pounds), had four right-hand rifling grooves, and used a 47-round pan magazine.

The sight range was 1,700 meters, and the theoretical rate of fire was 600 rounds per minute.

This was a good gun!

Platoon Leader Yan, who picked up this gun, couldn't stop smiling.

With such a harvest, he was already very satisfied.

The soldiers still wanted to continue forward; there were still many weapons ahead.

Yan Lezhang ordered: "Go back! Pay attention to collecting ammunition and grenades."

Since they had the devils' guns, of course they had to use their bullets.

Captain Sato watched the twenty or so soldiers sneaking out of the defending army's position in front.

They were actually collecting the weapons of their fallen soldiers in front of the position.

The anger in his heart filled the heavens and the earth.

He loudly ordered: "Inoue Hayate Battalion, open fire on those soldiers!"

After receiving the order, Battalion Commander Inoue Hayate immediately opened fire on Yan Lezhang and his twenty-odd men.

The previously tranquil position immediately became tense. The soldiers of the First Battalion all watched as the Third Platoon Leader and his men traversed the enemy's artillery fire.

Platoon Leader Yan ordered: "Spread out! Spread out! Go back immediately."

The twenty-odd soldiers immediately dispersed, each separated by a considerable distance.

These soldiers rushed to the place where they had just piled up weapons and ammunition.

Without saying a word, they carried several guns on their backs and ran away with dozens of bullet pouches in their arms.

Lin Fan and his men stood diagonally behind the First Battalion's position, and could clearly see the scene of those soldiers being bombarded by the devils' artillery fire.

Wu Xiaobao whispered: "Company Commander!"

Lin Fan waved his hand: "The entire company advances five hundred meters."

This time, they were going to attack the devils' artillery position.

Not the forward attacking soldiers, Lin Fan needed to be closer.

In just over two minutes, the soldiers of the Special Forces Company had rushed to the location.

Immediately, soldiers leveled the ground, and soldiers holding the base slammed the steel plates onto the ground.

Trying to make them as level as possible.

The gun mount and barrel were assembled one by one.

At this time, another group of soldiers carrying mortars and mortar shells rushed up.

The soldiers of the Special Forces Company watched this artillery team warily.

All their weapons were pointed at them.

"Company Commander Lin! Don't shoot! We're on the same side." An officer rushing over shouted loudly.

These officers and soldiers ignored the Special Forces Company's guns aimed at them.

They took care of themselves, closely following the Special Forces Company's artillery position, and began leveling the ground and setting up their cannons.

"This subordinate is Hua Yuande, the company commander of the mortar company directly under the 128th Division. I am leading the entire company to accept Company Commander Lin's command." Hua Yuande stood in front of Lin Fan and saluted.

Lin Fan's puzzled expression did not change at all.

Company Commander Hua Yuande explained: "Division Commander saw Company Commander Lin's sharpshooting skills and felt that it would be better to have my company waste artillery shells than to have them all be commanded by Company Commander Lin.

To give the devils the shortest time and the greatest damage."

Just now, Gu Jiaqi saw Lin Fan and his team interrupt the devils' attack in one minute.

At the same time, he also discovered the shortcomings of the Special Forces Company: too few cannons! The striking power was not enough.

If his division's directly subordinate artillery company had also opened fire in that one minute just now.

At least two hundred more devils would have been left behind in the charge.

It was precisely because of this that he ordered Hua Yuande to bring the artillery company over.

Lin Fan looked at the artillery company's twelve mortars and no longer hesitated.

He loudly ordered: "Seven, six, six, three rows!"

When he only had seven cannons just now, he was prepared to fire one round and run.

He wanted to destroy the devils' artillery position and run.

As for the devils' infantry attack later, he would make plans later.

Now that the strength in his hands had changed, his plan had also changed.

For the time being, he would not attack the devils' artillery position.

Lin Fan tried hard not to look at the soldiers running in the devils' artillery fire in front of the position.

He said to the newly arrived artillery company: "In a moment, we will only have three minutes to fire.

Be sure to control your speed. In the first minute, each cannon will fire five shells, one shell every ten seconds.

Slow, but not fast.

In the second minute, each cannon will fire four shells, one shell every fifteen seconds.

In the third minute, each cannon will fire three shells, one shell every twenty seconds.

Everyone must remember: retreat after firing.

The temporary plan is to retreat 1,500 meters to the right!

When actually retreating, we must also look at the battlefield situation.

Wherever there is danger, we will rush there!

Do you understand?"

The company that Hua Yuande brought over and the soldiers of the Special Forces Company all responded loudly: "Understood!"

"If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

Lin Fan wanted to give himself something to do so that he would not have time to look at what was happening on the front line.

Yan Lezhang and his soldiers were still desperately trying to survive the devils' artillery bombardment at this time.

Some of the soldiers who rushed out of the position to collect weapons and ammunition had already safely returned to the trenches.

Some were still running around; everyone's running route was different.

But one thing was the same: everyone carried seven or eight guns on their backs and held full bullet pouches.

Hua Yuande loudly said: "Report! Why retreat after three minutes?"

Lin Fan replied: "To prevent our base from being taken out by the devils' retaliatory artillery fire."

Seeing that no one continued to ask questions, Lin Fan could only say something for the sake of saying something: "Company Commander Hua, there is still some time now.

Organize your company's soldiers to practice an emergency retreat.

Prepare! Retreat!"

At an order, the soldiers of the directly subordinate company did not move.

Hua Yuande had no choice but to order: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and run with the cannons."

Only then did his soldiers begin to move, and the soldiers' movements appeared flustered because the order was given in a hurry.

Three people were grabbing the cannon barrel together.

Some people started to lift the base when they saw that the cannon barrel was still mounted.

Seeing this, Lin Fan shouted loudly: "Stop, stop!"

He turned to the Special Forces Company and ordered: "Do a demonstration for the brother company to see."

He said to Company Commander Hua Yuande: "Watch carefully; every minute and every second on the battlefield is an opportunity.

One second faster may allow you to escape the land of death."

Lin Fan ordered the Special Forces Company: "Transfer!"

Hua Yuande and his one hundred and forty-four men watched the soldiers of the Special Forces Company as if they were doing magic.

At Lin Fan's order, in less than ten seconds, the Special Forces Company's seven cannons had been disassembled by these soldiers and carried away.

The soldiers of the Special Forces Company did it so smoothly. One gunner disassembled the equipment, and as soon as one piece was detached, a soldier would immediately carry it away.

There was absolutely no situation where several people were grabbing for one piece of equipment.

Lin Fan ordered again: "Prepare the position!"

The soldiers of the Special Forces Company immediately returned to their original positions. In fifteen seconds, the seven cannons were set up properly in their original positions.

Hua Yuande understood: "Everything you do is predetermined for each person."

Lin Fan nodded: "Yes, and there are reserve personnel. If there is an accident, the reserve personnel will come up.

This is how ammunition transportation is done.

While the artillery is attacking the enemy, it must also protect itself.

Otherwise, artillery that can only be used once, what kind of artillery is that?"

Hua Yuande understood and immediately began to assign tasks to the soldiers of his company.

At this time, Lin Fan looked to the front line.

From their position, they could clearly see that three soldiers had fallen to the ground on the front line.

Only one soldier was still struggling to crawl forward.

"If it weren't for my desire to inflict greater damage on the devils, these soldiers shouldn't have ended up like this." Lin Fan knew clearly in his heart.

If he had still followed his initial plan and attacked the devils' forward artillery position.

There was a high probability that these soldiers would not have been hit by the devils.

He looked carefully at the three soldiers.

He said to Company Commander Hua Yuande: "We will use three cannons to attack the devils' forward artillery position later.

Two cannons will attack the suspected devils' forward command post.

The remaining fifteen cannons will attack the area fifty to two hundred meters in front of our position.

Leaving the devils with not even the slightest bit of room to survive."

Hua Yuande and his artillery company listened to Lin Fan's explanation.

Looking at his confident appearance, it was as if he were a god.

He could speak his will into existence; as long as he said it, these cannons would be able to hit their targets.

Although these soldiers did not yet have the unconditional belief in Lin Fan that the soldiers of the Special Forces Company had.

But they had already seen the Special Forces Company perform several scenes of bombing the devils' ranks.

They did indeed hit their targets accurately.

They had to be convinced!

These soldiers had not personally witnessed the scene where Lin Fan and his Special Forces Company were chased by the devils' artillery shells.

But they had heard that the entire division was spreading the news about this.

Being chased by the devils' artillery was not a joke; it was the enemy's respect for this company.

On the battlefield, the greatest respect for the enemy was to use all your strength just to kill a specific group of people.

The Special Forces Company was clearly the part that the devils most wanted to eliminate now.

Hua Yuande and his artillery company had also been active on the battlefield for so many days.

They had never encountered this kind of special treatment.

This also showed that his company's attacks on the devils were simply not taken seriously by them.

Hua Yuande was also secretly rejoicing that if his company had really been given special attention by the devils in the past.

Not to mention being completely wiped out, he was afraid that the losses would have been heavy.

He never had the idea of running after firing a shot.

As long as the division commander did not give the order, the artillery company's position would be rooted.

It would not move no matter what.

They had only transferred here because the division commander had personally ordered it.

Lin Fan carefully adjusted the position of each cannon, aiming them all at their intended targets.

Now everything was ready, just waiting for the devils' attack.

Lin Fan knew that there were no solid defense fortifications on Battalion Commander Zhang's defense line.

On the two-hundred-meter defense line, there were only two hundred-odd soldiers with outdated weapons and equipment.

This was the best breakthrough point for the devils' attack.

Just now, if his team's artillery shells had not been fired in time, the First Battalion's position would have already been lost.

A devil commander could definitely see this situation, unless he was too stupid.

Furthermore, he was afraid of the devils' long-range artillery fire just now, so he only fired for one minute before retreating from the position.

If the devils had not feared casualties at that time and continued to attack.

It was really hard to say whether the First Battalion's position would have been able to hold.