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The defenders on the walls of Jingzhou immediately retaliated.

Machine guns emerged from behind the battlements and opened fire on the infantry behind the tanks, with several Japanese soldiers at the forefront falling to the ground.

Riflemen lay prone behind the battlements, firing shot after shot. Someone threw grenades down from the city wall; the grenades exploded in mid-air, shrapnel raining down and knocking down several Japanese soldiers who were climbing over the breach.

But the tanks' firepower was too intense. Another salvo blew up the sandbag fortifications at the breach in the city wall, the machine guns fell silent, and several riflemen were cut down by shrapnel. Blood flowed down the battlements and into the gaps between the broken bricks.

The tanks began to advance towards the breach in the city wall, their tracks grinding through broken bricks and rubble with a screeching metallic sound.

The sappers following behind the tank rushed toward the breach in the city wall with explosives, and it looked like they were about to blow open an even bigger gap.

Suddenly, the defenders on the city wall rushed out from the ruins on both sides of the breach. Some were holding grenades, while others simply carried lit explosive packs and smashed them near the tank tracks.

The explosive charge detonated, crippling the tank at the breach. Several engineers at the forefront were blown away, and the Japanese soldiers behind were terrified by this reckless fighting style, slowing their offensive.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the defending troops set up their machine guns again and unleashed another round of fire, pushing back the Japanese soldiers who had rushed to the foot of the city wall.

The Japanese first wave of attack was repelled, but the tanks were still blocking the gap, and the engineers were still rushing up from behind.

The second wave of attack resumed half an hour later. This time, the Japanese changed their tactics, no longer focusing on breaking through the gap on the left side of the city gate, but instead spreading out into multiple routes to attack simultaneously, making it impossible for the defenders to concentrate their firepower.

The tanks split into two groups. One group continued to bombard the breach in the city wall, while the other group circled around to the east of the city and launched another fierce attack on the section of the city wall that had already been riddled with holes.

The eastern city wall collapsed. Gravel and rubble rolled down the wall, raising clouds of dust.

Japanese infantry poured in through the breach, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the dust.

The defenders engaged them in hand-to-hand combat amidst the ruins. Gunshots, shouts, and the muffled thuds of bayonets piercing bodies mingled together, turning the entire section of the city wall into a bloody meat grinder.

After paying a heavy price, the garrison of Jingzhou drove them out again.

At this moment, a regiment of the defending troops came to reinforce from inside the city. They fought the Japanese in the ruins for more than an hour and managed to re-seal the breach with grenades and bayonets.

But the cost was high; the regiment had more than 800 men when it went up, but less than 300 men came down.

The Japanese soldiers immediately prepared for a third attack.

The tanks regrouped, and the infantry lined up in the open, but their pace was noticeably slower than the previous two times.

He Dajun, lying on the ridgeline, could see clearly that the Japanese tanks were fewer in number. He had previously destroyed three of them with his heavy artillery, and just now the defending troops had used explosives to disable another one. Now only six of them were still operational.

The infantry formation was not as dense as the previous two times; they were more spread out and advanced more slowly.

The Japanese soldiers had no choice.

Because He Dajun blew up the Japanese artillery last night, they didn't have many heavy weapons and had to use tanks, which reduced their firepower output considerably.

This is equivalent to reducing the attacking side's combat strength by 20-30%.

However, the Japanese tanks were also heavy weapons, but their numbers were limited.

Furthermore, although the Japanese tanks were very powerful for the Daxia troops, they were actually quite fragile.

Simply put, their defensive capabilities are very poor, meaning they basically lack heavy weapons when it comes to bullying the Great Xia.

The battle continues.

Another hour later, He Dajun prepared to take action.

He retreated behind the rocks, crept westward along the ridgeline, and circled around to the flank and rear of the Japanese attacking force.

The Japanese army's supply line was located in the depression below the mountain. Trucks and horse-drawn carts were lined up in a row, ammunition boxes were piled up by the roadside, medics were carrying wounded soldiers onto trucks, and cooks were boiling canned food in front of a makeshift stove.

The infantry squad responsible for the escort consisted of only thirty-odd men, and their attention was entirely focused on the siege battlefield ahead; no one looked up at the mountain.

He then redeemed a Type 92 heavy machine gun from the system, mounted the barrel on a pile of ammunition boxes, and pulled the trigger at the Japanese soldiers who were transporting ammunition forward.

Bullets swept past from the side and rear, hitting ammunition boxes, trucks, and unsuspecting Japanese logistics soldiers. Screams and the sounds of ammunition exploding mingled together, and the supply line was instantly thrown into chaos.

The ammunition wagon was startled and ran wildly, overturning the roadside cooking stove and spilling scalding hot canned soup all over the ground.

After firing two ammunition belts, the Japanese finally realized what was happening, and the guards immediately launched a counterattack.

But he was quickly killed by He Dajun.

At this point, the siege force, having no other option, had to temporarily dispatch a company to advance towards the supply line.

Machine guns and mortars began firing up the hillside. Bullets struck the rocks, sending sparks flying, while mortar shells slammed into the slope, exploding into clouds of dirt and rubble.

He Dajun threw down the heavy machine gun and ran up the mountain, throwing down a number of landmines as he ran.

As a result, these Japanese soldiers quickly stepped on a landmine.

The Japanese devils are in deep trouble now, and they're scared.

But I still tried to catch up, only much slower.

This killed several more Japanese soldiers who were chasing in the lead.

He ran towards the mountain, where some areas were still burning.

Last night the bombers bombed the area badly, and no one came to put out the fire.

The Japanese mortars were still firing, and He Dajun moved quickly through the mountains and forests.

Five minutes later, he glanced back and saw that the squadron was still climbing, but their pace had slowed considerably. They were unfamiliar with the terrain in the dense forest, and they had to be wary of sniper fire and booby traps with every step.

They then launched a counterattack. As a result, more than twenty Japanese soldiers were killed.

Clearly, He Dajun single-handedly displayed extraordinary fighting prowess, making him virtually invincible.

At that moment, the bombers arrived again.

Three bombers flew in from the east, the roar of their engines drowning out all the gunfire on the battlefield.

The plane flew very low, and the bombs under its wings gleamed coldly in the afternoon sun.

The first bomb landed in the dense forest less than 100 meters in front of He Dajun, and the blast wave snapped a pine tree as thick as a bowl in half.

The second one landed on the ridgeline, and the third and fourth followed in quick succession, turning the dense forest where he had just been hiding into a sea of ​​fire.

More incendiary bombs arrived, and flames shot up from the crater, spreading up the hillside with the wind.

He Dajun burst out of the mountains and ran wildly westward along the ridgeline.

Bombers circled overhead, bombs falling one after another from under their wings, the explosions carving a trail of fire along the ridgeline as they followed his footsteps.

He ran very fast, but the bombers were faster, and the bombs landed closer and closer each time. The most recent one hit him less than fifty meters behind, and the shockwave sent him flying and rolling several times on the gravel slope.

He Dajun got up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and crawled into the cave on the other side of the ridgeline.

This is a natural cave he found during his scouting trip. The entrance is very narrow, only allowing one person to squeeze in sideways.

But the cave is very deep, about seven or eight meters deep.