In the early morning of August 6, such a night attack began to occur at the station.

There are many things that neither side expected.

For example: In terms of the Japanese, the Japanese, such as Honda and others who were standing on the positions, never thought that their attacks were initiated from the back of the deadly situation.

Those opponents who were covered in blood and smelly faces, looked worse than beggars.

They appear like ghosts, as if they emerged from the geography.

Also, the grenades in those people's hands are too vicious and fierce. As long as they are stained a little, they will be like maggots in their tarsal bones and cannot be destroyed.

I don’t know how many people were in great despair, begging the team members to shoot themselves.

It can be said that the appearance of the M15 white phosphorus grenade puts too much pressure on the Japanese side.

As for Hu Biao's supplementary regiment, they did not expect that the Japanese on the position would be so fierce and fight to the death.

During the night attack yesterday, when the Japanese were almost 70% of the casualties, they couldn't help but start to withdraw from the Xinshijie position.

But in the battle tonight, they even had M15 white phosphorus grenades, a weapon that they seemed a little cunning, the Japanese still fought to the death without retreating.

Moreover, from the outside of the city, there were also continuous Japanese troops, who rushed over to support him.

Perhaps these support troops will not be large in number, but for Hu Biao and his friends such a night attack, it is far more difficult than expected.

The problem is that since they are all fighting, they have no other choice except to bite the bullet and push them up...

With a 'bang~', the warehouse manager rushed to the Japanese lieutenant on the Xinshi Street position with a small team of reinforcements.

It was like a silly roe deer and it was knocked to the ground immediately.

At this time, although the Japanese mortar position was killed by Yang Dongli, there were no more flares and they were hit into the sky.

But on the position, there were still many human-shaped fires burning.

Under the irradiation of these firelights, it has no longer affected the battle between the two sides.

After killing a Japanese commander, the Huns magic god, who had bullets in his heart every time he fired a shot, did not even put the 38th block in his hand.

Continue to load a bullet and then open fire.

Instead, he directly put down such a rifle that had empty bullets, and picked up a full bullet or even a well-loaded official rifle from his side.

After picking up such a completely different model, the warehouse manager just aimed slightly.

He shot a Japanese man who was about to throw a grenade through his left chest and then staggered to the ground. Suddenly, the seriously injured Japanese man was killed by the little melon grenade in his hand, and he ended up losing his life.

"Damn it! I'm a sniper. After shooting, I have to change my place and engage in this artistically ordinary fighting style; it's not a fire assaulter like Xu Feng who just rushes with a submachine gun and only knows how to do it."

While pulling the bolt with great effort and pushing the new bullet onto the chamber, the Kuangguan started to curse with resentment.

The main reason is that on a position about 100 meters away, the personnel of both sides were completely mixed together, and the fight was a bit unbreakable.

In order to provide support to teammates as much as possible, the warehouse has transformed into a firearm that has no feelings for.

We must keep firing to eliminate the Japanese officers, machine gunners, grenade launchers, and other threatening targets to the team.

Even in this process, he didn't even have time to load the rifle himself.

Fortunately, a veteran who was blown off his legs by a Type 92 infantry cannon during the daytime battle spontaneously helped the warehouse manager.

He was pressing bullets for him and then refusing a load.

In this way, the warehouse manager can lie on a sniper position and keep pulling the bolt and firing.

Since the beginning of such a night attack, even the warehouse manager has not remembered how many Japanese soldiers he had killed before and after, the number will not be less than thirty or forty.

It can be said that with his own strength, he suppressed the firepower of the Japanese side by three points.

One threat after another emerges, and he killed it directly.

However, with such a coquettish performance at present, the more the warehouse manager is, he is a little scared and guilty, because for a sniper, the long-term failure to change sniper positions is simply a taboo.

Maybe when he will be cold under the opponent's counterattack.

It was indeed the case. When Kurakuen pulled a bare-handed sergeant with a Japanese sword waving in his hand into the sight, he didn't have time to pull the trigger on his fingertips.

A shell roared towards the area where they were.

At the moment when the sound of cannons appeared, according to the experience of the warehouse, this shell was just a 70mm caliber Type 92 infantry cannon.

The problem is that at the speed of the shells flying, he had no time to transfer, and such small-caliber shells were still enough to kill him.

Under the current circumstances, the warehouse manager can only expect that the shell can miss.

However, when the Japanese artillery soldiers smashed the Type 92 infantry cannons, almost playing with flowers, this possibility is basically zero.

So, the only thing the warehouse manager can do now is to lower his forehead and protect his head with both hands.

Then, while waiting for the shell to fall, he was surprised to find a figure lying on him.

After vaguely realizing who this person was, the warehouse manager did not have time to react any other way. The shell landed on the ground and landed several meters away.

Under the impact of the explosion, both of Kurakuen and the man pressing on him were immediately overturned.

But thanks to his cover, he stopped the deadliest shell fragment.

After spitting bloody saliva from Kurakuen's mouth, although he felt a pain in his legs, he seemed to have lost all his consciousness, and he still survived.

The first time I supported my upper body, the warehouse manager let the person around me look at it.

As expected, the veteran who risked his life just now was the broken-legged veteran who saved his life.

Now the body on this side is full of bloody veterans. After feeling the look of Kuang Guan, he actually squeezed out a honest smile.

Then, with the last little effort, he said: "Brother, we have no cowards in the 54th Division."

Under such a mindless sentence, the warehouse manager understood the meaning.

After nodding for this, the veteran with broken legs broke his last breath.

Looking at the corpse that was so unseen that it was bombed by a shell because of covering him, dragging his legs, which were probably cut off by shrapnel, the warehouse creeped back to the sniper position just now.

After picking up a Type 38 rifle, loading the bolt, and then continuing to fire.

Perhaps it is the saying that two shells will not fall into the same crater on the battlefield, but there is a certain reason for this.

Anyway, after the warehouse manager crawled back here, he never suffered the next shelling.

In this way, he kept loading, firing, and loading until he fell here due to severe blood loss.

Now even the two military doctors such as Hei Traditional Chinese Medicine and An Tusheng are holding submachine guns and holding fire. Where can anyone take care of and care about the poor warehouse manager...

At 5:57 in the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, the Japanese attack finally stopped.

After seeing the Japanese in the distance and fleeing towards the starting position regardless of everything, Hu Biao didn't even plan to pick up the rifle on the ground and fire.

With the bloody bone blade on his arms, Hu Biao sat on the ground.

In front of his chest and abdomen, even though he had a thick DIY bulletproof insert, he had been hit by a lot of guns and didn't know how many of his ribs were broken by the kinetic energy on the bullet?

Anyway, even if he moved a little, it was very difficult and painful.

Compared with Hu Biao, the others on the position were not much better, and they were almost the same.

But in such a embarrassed state, these guys suddenly laughed out loud for some reason.

As for why, this is the reason?

That was Hu Biao who then used his memory to pull out a buried field phone in the trenches.

Perhaps because the phone line was buried deep enough, Hu Biao tried it and found that it was still useful, and shouted directly into it:
Chapter completed!