Chapter 334: Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain

At this very moment, on the Huyashan position, Mi Long's side does not actually outnumber the enemy; the only advantage they have is the terrain.

An ordinary person would have already crouched in the fortifications, fighting desperately to defend, but Mi Long this guy actually advanced instead of retreating.

He cradled the machine gun, spraying fire while half‑emerging from behind the cover, and even led a few brothers in a counter‑charge. His nerve was boundlessly bold.

Amid the hail of gunfire and shells, he seemed like a war god descended to earth; his reckless vigor would even make Zhao Zilong's seven charges at Changban Ridge look modest.

In the Japanese Army rear command post, Nanshan Xiuji was so angry that the binoculars in his hand were about to be crushed.

Idiot! You idiot!

Nanshan Xiuji slammed the binoculars onto the table, his chest heaving violently, his face turning extremely grim.

Through the binoculars, Nanshan Xiuji saw clearly that the opposing Huaxia Army position had hardly any troops; at most, just a handful of men.

Logically, a single charge by the Imperial Japanese Army could seize such a position.

Yet this tiny Huyashan, this unremarkable stone hill, seemed like a massive boulder dropped from the sky, stubbornly and immovably blocking the Independent Mixed 17th Brigade he was proud of right here.

No matter how they charge, no matter how they bomb, that position simply cannot be taken.

Watching soldiers fall continuously ahead, Nanshan Xiuji felt his pride trampled like never before.

Nanshan Xiuji pointed forward, brandishing the command sword in his hand!

Nanshan Xiuji shouted hysterically, "Charge! Even if we have to fill it with bodies, take this position for me!"

Seeing the Japanese Army's dense, tide‑like, reckless surge, Mi Long's ferocious drive hadn't faded, yet his mind was unusually clear.

The Little Devil is truly reckless!

"Brothers, fire and retreat! Return to the position!" Mi Long roared, clutching the still‑smoking MG42, and with a few brothers swiftly fell back to the main position behind.

Facing the numerically superior Japanese Army, Mi Long dared not be careless.

His charge was meant to kill the Little Devil's ferocity; since it succeeded, there was no need to linger in battle!

Back in the cover, Mi Long hurriedly began swapping the machine gun's barrel. The previous frantic barrage had heated the barrel enough to fry an egg. Wearing thick gloves, he deftly removed the glowing old barrel, tossed it aside, grabbed the spare barrel, and installed it.

"Clack," and it was installed.

Mi Long turned his head to glance at the Ammo Box at his feet, which had been full but was now empty, leaving only a solitary last ammunition belt; he had only fifty rounds left.

He then looked at the barrel he had just swapped in his hand.

It was the last barrel he carried.

Mi Long knew exactly what that meant.

After this final round, he would have no options. No bullets, no barrel; the next step was bayonet fighting, or waiting for the Little Devil to charge and hack him to death.

"Worth it!" Mi Long grinned, muttering lowly, with not a hint of regret on his face.

To have killed so many Little Devils in this life is enough!

However, there was still a slight regret in his heart. Mi Long subconsciously glanced northward, a barely perceptible melancholy flashing in his eyes. If he could return to his northeastern hometown and fight the enemy on the black soil, that would be wonderful. Alas, that wish seemed unattainable.

But that thought flashed by and was instantly replaced by resolute determination.

Mi Long repositioned the machine gun on the cover, his gaze unshakably steady, even bearing a chilling glint that made hearts race.

The shouts and gunfire from the opposite side grew nearer, the Little Devil's leather boot thuds rattling the nerves.

But fear? Those two words don't exist at all in Mi Long's dictionary.

At this moment, life and death were both cast far beyond the heavens.

At this moment, Mi Long possessed only one thing!

It is the courage to kill the Little Devil, the courage to kill even more Little Devils!

"Come on, Little Devils!" Mi Long stared fixedly ahead, silently thinking, "Grandpa is waiting for you right here!"

Without turning his head, Mi Long shouted hoarsely toward the rear, "Mortar! Fire every remaining shell! Not a single one spared! Got that?"

His hoarse shout left several nearby soldiers trembling.

Mi Long knew clearly that at this moment, thinking of conserving ammunition meant waiting for death.

The Little Devils had launched a reckless charge; now was the time for bayonet fighting—whoever is harsher will survive. Since harshness is required, every weapon in hand must be hurled forward.

If they were to retreat now and let the Little Devils storm the position, they'd be tangled and slaughtered together.

Then Mi Long's numerical disadvantage would be exposed.

Therefore, they must press on in one surge and make the Little Devils feel pain.

Now the only thing troubling Mi Long is the issue of ammunition and shells.

"Yes, Company Commander!"

The artillerymen also knew they were at a life‑or‑death juncture; their movements were so swift they left after‑images.

Dong! Dong! Dong! The dull firing sounds rang in succession as the last wave of shells in the barrel was forcefully launched.

On the Japanese Army position, Nanshan Xiuji held up his binoculars, anxiously watching the front.

Suddenly, a series of explosions lit up the crowd ahead.

The deafening blasts, with shockwaves and shrapnel, knocked down a large swath of Imperial Japanese Army troops charging at the front.

Seeing the horrific scene, Nanshan Xiuji's hand trembled; he could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this really the artillery fire from the opposing Huaxia Army?

Through Nanshan Xiuji's binoculars, the opposite side numbered only about a hundred men, yet they could hold back a whole regiment of his own.

How could the Huaxia Army's bullets seem endless? Logically, after fighting this long, their ammunition should have run dry, yet this wave of fire was far fiercer than before.

"Idiot!" Nanshan Xiuji gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the distant hill still smoking.

Though terrified inside, his eyes grew ever more ruthless. Since this Japanese Army was so hard to chew, it could not be left. This Huaxia Army must be utterly annihilated, even if it means piling bodies to fill Huyashan!

"Send the order down, charge without stopping! Anyone who dares retreat a step will be executed on the spot!" Nanshan Xiuji shouted hysterically.

A tiny hill cannot block the advance of the Imperial Japanese Army of the Great Japan Empire!

Nanshan Xiuji simply refuses to believe this nonsense!