There was an explosion flash on the top of Zhebo Mountain. I was also a little nervous. He began to regret why he didn't listen to Ye" or Li Ju's suggestion. He sent some reinforcements to the rainy night in Iwo Jima, and he was surprisingly quiet. He could feel the crisis of the situation from the frequency of machine gun shooting at the top of the mountain.

Due to violence, the gunboat plane could not be dispatched, otherwise it would be the Japanese who had a cave, even if the Japanese filled it with their bodies, they would not be able to take the top of Zhebo Mountain.

Like Song Yuhang, Su Lin also continued to pay attention to this battle. When the cave attack reached its climax, Su Lin decisively ordered four squadrons to climb the front and the walls of the backtuyu, and give the Chinese paratroopers guarding the top of the mountain to bloom on all sides. Today, he would do his best to regain the top of the mountain and regain the initiative.

When the first Japanese lieutenant who attempted to attack was killed, a steady stream of Japanese troops began to appear from all over the world. Zhang Jian, who had no time to turn the machine gun, roared and drew the semi-automatic pistol. He snapped, and shot several Japanese soldiers, and then turned the slap guns and drove away. The Japanese soldiers who had just reached the top of the valley were shot and fell into sharp rocks, with a very miserable death.

During the melee, the last effective order issued by Zhang Jian was to protect the two firepower points on the gentle slope. Then he himself was involved in the melee, and Bu Huasong was also fired 77mm bullets and hit them against each other.

Song Yuhang was anxiously watching the more and more intense gunfire, and Su Lin was also constantly adjusting the frequency of the attack. Su Lin knew very well that the attack must not be stopped, and the frequency must not be slowed down, because once it slowed down, the courage the officers and soldiers must be disturbed by the heavy casualties of the Daguan Zhan. This was his only chance. If he could not get the peak of the Zhebo Mountain tonight, it would also mean that he would completely lose the possibility of restoring the top of the main peak, and the morale of the troops, which was already very sluggish, would plummet.

The fierce battle on the evening of March 2nd unknowingly lasted until the early morning of March 3rd. This was a very strange battle. The Chinese and Japanese armies, including Turner, the highest commander of the US fleet, had not yet fallen asleep. Tens of thousands of Chinese expeditionary soldiers who landed on the island were paying attention to the commandos who were fighting against all Japanese troops alone. The fierce exchange of fire shocked people's hearts.

When the landing troops found that the commandos on the top of the mountain were going down to shoot down the mountain, they realized that the Japanese army might have sent troops to climb the top of the mountain from the steep front, so the artillery soldiers on the beach set up a fire blockade line on the mountainside that was around Zhebo Mountain x Tiandu according to the general coordinates of the tracer bullets on the top of the mountain at that time.

After the first shell was released, eight!mm howitzer battalion x-millimeter howitzer brought a fiery red necklace full of flashes to Zheboshan. Amid the shrapnel and gravel flying wildly, the two squadrons of the Japanese army climbing from the front were exposed to artillery fire on the beach. The Japanese army was in a dilemma. Before they could ask for instructions, the Chinese Expeditionary Force's artillery group gave them a satisfactory reply, each with a one-way ticket to hell.

Su Lin had no other choice than slapping the table and scolding the Chinese artillery. The troops who reached the top from the front and surrounding areas suffered a devastating blow. The steep slopes of the back mountain were even more difficult to climb. They could only play a little restraining role, but there were too few choices for him. Helplessly, Li Lin had to concentrate all his energy back to the cave and hoped to break through here.

The tireless Chinese commandos opened fire frantically until the barrel was hot and smoke was emitting. Then they twisted it off with their hands, even if the flesh was burned so hard that the flesh was blooming. In the cruel battle, some team members kept falling down, but the machine guns never stopped. The tilted rain kept shooting the Japanese engineers who were installing explosives under the slope to the ground, but the Japanese soldiers who were rushing up to form a curtain wall to block the rain of bullets.

Boom! With the sound of an explosion of the earth shaking, the firepower points on the top of the two mountain disappeared, and the entire gentle slope area was increased. This means that the Japanese army could climb from a larger area.

Hundreds of shirtless Japanese soldiers waved their samurai swords or Type 96 machine guns with bayonets on them, and started a new round of impact with neat steps. The Japanese soldiers behind them shouted wildly, saying that they might not know what they were, and rushed up like a group of mentally ill patients or epilepsy patients.

Zhang Jian no longer cared about who was the two firepower points that were blown away by Netgang. He rushed to the breakthrough with a light machine gun with a squad 4 in one hand, and shot straight. The Japanese army that kept rushing up from the gap horizon seemed to be afraid of wasting the bullets fired by Chinese paratroopers. After rushing to catch the bullets with their bodies, they were knocked down and another wave surged up. The communications sergeant Da Ben, who was shot in the abdominal cavity, was constantly changing the machine guns and drums for Zhang Jian, and Zhang Jian was obviously in a state of madness.

A figure crawled beside Zhang Jian and just hugged him a few long shots. A stream of tropical liquid with a strong bloody smell splashed on Zhang Jian's face. Unconsciously, Zhang Jian threw the empty machine gun back and pulled the machine gun that had pulled the dead and continued to fire. Zhang Jian had no time to die. It can be said that it doesn't matter who it was. After all, it's already dead. What he needs now is the living, the people who continue to fight.

As long as Zhang Jian is not dead, there is still one more mouthful, Chi will fight to the moment he is dead. Compared to... Bifeng uses a light machine gun, the soul sneering needs such a powerful bullet link... Yongban universal machine gun.

Puff, chirp! A Japanese 7mm caliber stepper bullet hit Zhang Jian's right-click, and when he passed by, he took a large piece of meat. The piercing pain failed to stop Zhang Jian's shooting. He threw the big book with a tourniquet first aid kit on the side.

Zhang De's eyes were red and roaring wildly: "Put the bullets on me, why don't I shoot you!"

As the machine gun was shooting violently, the wound on Zhang Jian's shoulder was bleeding, and his already pale cheeks became even pale.

The Japanese army rushed up like a tide, shouting and cursing. As if they regarded life as nothing, the fierce battle continued in the flesh and blood.

In the early morning, the dawn of March 3 finally arrived. The sky was still so gloomy, but the rain was much smaller. Song Yuhang stood on the bridge of the Knight, looking at the misty Zhebo Mountain in vain. The fierce gunshots had stopped for more than two hours. No one knew what was going on at the top of the mountain.

Zhang Jian's wound has been bandaged, and the blood loss has made him pale, but judging from those eyes that emit sharp eyes, he will not be able to get sick for a while.

When did the Japanese stop attacking? No one knows how many brothers survived? No one knows. Zhang Jian looked at the watch that had been cracked and sighed depressedly. This was his father's birthday gift to him in college. It was a pity that the Swiss Yingge mechanical watch broke like this.

Zhang Jian was a little shocked when he saw a bullet shell piled up like a hillside with his hand. He looked at the discarded one of the... General Machine Guns that had obviously been swelled and scrapped due to overheating of the barrel of the gun?

Da Ben was still numbly loading bullets for the drum. Several drums were neatly placed together. More than twenty ammunition boxes and a thrown packaging box were discarded from the lower position. Wang Zhanxian, Ma Hongbo and Tian Jiye's bodies were placed aside. Especially when Tian Jiye was hit on the head, the entire skull disappeared, and a few pieces of his face were cracked. It was obvious that someone used a paracord to fix the head of Tian Jiye's body.

The feeling of hitting a Japanese headshot is comfortable, but seeing my brother being shot by a headshot, I feel like vomiting that I can't suppress.

Zhang Jian found that two strands beside him... The caban used a light machine gun and several assault rifles with bullet drums on a huge rock. It was obvious that the blade-fired magazine could no longer meet the needs of continuous bullet supply, so even the assault rifle was hung with the bullet drum of the bullet.

"How many bullets did I fire last night?" Zhang Jian asked the question and found that he was very idiotic. Da Ben patted his head, turned his eyes and pointed to the mountain of ammunition with his hand and said: "There are only boxes left there. You will scrap the general machine gun and a squad machine gun when you hear it. The Manzi and Li Xingguo have basically scrapped two or three machine guns, from around 8 o'clock last night until the Japanese were no longer rushing. God knows how many they have fired!"

Da Ben then added, "If you are interested, you can check the corpse of the Japanese below. I can't even see the low bullshit!"

After saying that, Da Ben rolled his eyes to Zhang Jian. Obviously, he was still worried about the fact that some people were about to kill him last night!

Looking at the entire top of Zhebo Mountain, several Japanese corpses were dead. When Zhang Jian's eyes turned to the direction of the Japanese attack on the cave, Zhang Jian was shocked, or shocked.

There were countless Japanese officers and soldiers killed in the entire cave. It turned out that several low places were filled with corpses. The original sloping slope and spring were covered with corpses. The steep slope turned into a flat road, but the Japanese army built this road with the corpses of their own soldiers. This corpse road was three or four meters wide, with corpses of various postures crossing together, and various abandoned weapons were mixed.

The Shura Field was vividly in the sight of the Shura Field. It seemed that what broke out last night was not a battle, but a massacre. The tragic fight made the originally fresh sea breeze on the top of Zhebo Mountain become particularly bloody at this moment.

"This is simply a pound, a mass grave! There are at least a few thousand people, right?" Da Ben, who was climbing onto the huge rock, asked in a trembling voice!

Zhang Jian trembled with his trembling hands for a long time and took out the cigarette roll, but soon found that the cigarette was wet. It was hard for him to believe that all this was done by them? Seventeen people killed thousands of Japanese soldiers? Could it be that he was his own illusion?

"It's not as exaggerated as ten thousand people, but two or three thousand people are designated to have it!" Zhang Jian, who was chewing the bitter tobacco, chewing the tobacco and refreshed himself.

After taking out the military kettle and drinking a few sips of water, Da Ben asked suddenly: "I said, how much do we calculate our contribution? Is it the same as those guys wearing red and colorful after playing Saipan? Commander Song personally poured wine and toasts?"

"Ah?" Zhang Jian was slightly stunned. He had never even considered the fact that he could survive. He had never considered the issue of the medal of war. As for promotion to become a hero, he had never thought about it.

"It's a blessing to survive! Compared to those sacrificed brothers, everything is redundant. Glory and glory belong to those who have passed away." Zhang Jian patted Da Ben's shoulder. He had heard the sound of the plane engine. There was originally a backup radio station, but someone there was a fierce battle last night.

"Five Now the warships on the sea are honking their whistle or lighting the Moss code. The meaning is very clear. I want to contact the Jean, but where is the radio station?

After searching for a while, Zhang Jian and Daxi finally found the backup radio station that had been blown into pieces by the Japanese real guns. Zhang Jian was disappointed and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a military flag in the objects that had been airdropped together. Standing up the military flag was the final reply below.

In addition to leaving barbarians to continue monitoring the movements of the Japanese army, Zhang Jian, Zhao Daben, Li Xingguo and Wang Yong, four men twisted up the threaded flagpoles. Zhang Jian tied a national flag with blue sky, white sun and red on the ground. After thinking about it, he didn't know what the reason or idea was. He took out a pen and solemnly wrote the names of the seventeen people guarding the top of Zhebo Mountain. Every stroke, he would occasionally check the military certificates of the fallen brothers to avoid writing the wrong names.

Due to excessive physical and mental consumption last night, they did not move the twelve-meter flagpole. After trying it twice, they couldn't stand up.

At this time, more than a dozen gray umbrella flowers bloomed in the sky. The calm morning is the best grey machine for airborne or airdrop supply in the day.

All sixteen manned umbrellas were safely placed at the top of the mountain. This shows that the airdrops were experienced and experienced veterans, but only a small part of the randomly dropped materials reached the top, and several short bags fell into the cave.

After the gathering of the personnel, Zhang Jian was shocked. Among the sixteen people, the lowest rank was Captain Li Ju. The rest of the majors were all squadrons of various assault squadrons of the Special Operations Brigade. Deputy Captain Ye Chuan of the commando was also among them. However, this time Ye Chuan took his rank with his colonel and did not have to trick the recruits into locking the other party in the toilet, but pretending to be the recruits.

Zhang Jian suddenly realized that he had instantly fallen from the commander with the highest rank of the top of Zhebo Mountain to the officer with the lowest rank! "This feeling is really unpleasant!" Zhang Jian could only mutter a few words in his heart.

After a night of fighting, especially the scene of a massacre in the cave, even Ye Chuan was shocked and didn't say anything for a long time. The two squadron captains were working together to shoot with Eight Millimeters. This is an extremely precious first-hand historical battle information!

As officers, they all knew keenly that after this battle, special operations were destined to become famous all over the world. It would be difficult for them to keep a low profile in the future. Seventeen people fought independently against tens of thousands of Japanese troops. They killed so much that the Japanese corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into rivers. This was not boasting, nor was it a slaughter of prisoners who laid down their weapons, but a real fierce battle!

The US military transport planes sent them in the sky kept hovering at low altitudes. Ye Chuan knew that there were more than 20 reporters from allies on it, which were arranged by Commander Song himself.

When Ye Chuan saw the flag that Zhang Jian and others wanted to raise, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Ye Chuan found some flagpoles and a larger national flag among the supplies airdropped to the top of Zhebo Mountain in the morning. He solemnly handed the national flag to Zhang Jian and said, "The honor of Commander Song belongs to you. He ordered you to raise this flag with your own hands."

Zhang Jian's hands trembled slightly for a while. He was surrounded by huge books, Li Xingguo, Qi Manzi, Wang Yong and several survivors, and like him, all of them were hung with colors. After Zhang Jian tied the national flag again, Ye Chuan folded the national flag with the names of seventeen people neatly into his arms.

Zhang Jian had just finished tying it, and Ye Chuan handed him a pen and nodded cautiously. Ye Chuan hesitated for a moment and waved his pen: One day our flag will fly high on Mount Fuji! Victory and glory will definitely belong to the Chinese Expeditionary Force! Ye Chuan nodded with a smile, then retreated. Several cameras and cameras were all ready, and the transport planes in the sky were also hovering at extremely low speeds. Zhang Jian of course understood the intention of Ye Chuan and others to avoid suspicion.

Zhang Jian suddenly saluted Ye Chuan and said, "All the honors belong to all the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and to those brothers who died bravely. They defended the victory with their lives and blood. I ask the superiors for help. Look at our wounded soldiers, which are flagpoles that are more than 300 kilograms and 18 meters high!"

Ye Chuan also paid attention to these five wounded soldiers at this time. He was really hesitant and had no choice but to connect Song Yuhang's frequency immediately. After Song Yuhang heard the report from Ye", he replied loudly: "The honor belongs to you!" Ye Chuan was also secretly happy. This was a historic moment for Chief Song to whine one by one! More than a dozen people rushed forward and inserted the flagpole firmly on the top of Zhebo Mountain.

The gust of wind blew, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown out of a gap, and a ray of golden sunlight shone on the flying flag.

People who witnessed this scene will never forget that with the sound of long live, the sailors and pilots of the US military also ran out. They stood on the deck and jumped, and tens of thousands of heroic troops from the Chinese Expeditionary Force that had landed in the landed cheered!

Long live! Long live! Long live! Long live! All the artillery on the beach in Iwo Jima were shelling in the same direction as Motoyama. Celebrate with good intentions! Soon the fire support formation of the US battleship also joined in. Amid the shock of the landslide and cracks, the Japanese who were doing unjustly finally tasted the counterattack from justice.
Chapter completed!