When the smoke cleared, there were two large pits in front of the stunned Yanagawa Kazuo, and around the pits were scattered Japanese corpses and crooked infantry guns.

The once thick and shining cold barrel twisted and pointed at the sky like a twist, as if confiding in God, the power of this howitzer is really not small, and Lao Tzu's steel body can't bear it.

The corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered everywhere are also strange, but many of them have one thing in common is that they were naked and beaten naked. That's because the energy of the shock wave was so great that it peeled off the clothes of the Japanese soldiers in an instant, and at the same time, the huge heat emitted baked these naked bodies black.

There were even two lumps of tissue that I didn't know whether it was the liver or the kidney, flying a full 200 meters away and falling not far from Yanagawa Shaosa, steaming hot, and there was an inexplicable smell of barbecue.

Unexpectedly roasted by the high temperature caused by the explosion, Fukuyama Zhuyin's face turned green, and his stomach churned, if it weren't for the fact that the commander was still sleepwalking, Captain Fukuyama Zhuyin would definitely vomit out as soon as possible, alleviating the irreversible nausea similar to a woman's pregnancy.

The nightmare of the two Japanese commanders was not completely over.

Under the order of Zhao Ergou's dizzy mind, the soldiers of the artillery company happily fired four more shots at the position where the Japanese reserves were stationed.

I like the cannon battle on the dog day, and the dizzy Zhao Company Commander's distressed face trembled, this special mother did four guns at once, but it was 400 oceans!

"Yaga, spread out, spread out." Fukuyama Zhuyin's face changed drastically, and while pressing Yanagawa Shaozuo, who had been completely stunned, who had been hit too hard, to his body again, he yelled heartbreakingly.

"Puff Puff"

The sound of the scythe swinging of the Grim Reaper's scythe continued.

Just now, the Imperial Japanese Army, which was still neatly arrayed, and the military appearance was mighty, and nearly 200 Imperial Japanese troops ran away on the black soil, like fertilized, no, frightened rabbits.

Perhaps, the external performance is basically the same.

It's a pity that their natural short legs still restrict their speed, and after four loud noises, there is a wail.

At least dozens of soldiers went to serve Amaterasu Okami as soon as possible, and dozens of soldiers also vomited blood, and they were also candidates for Amaterasu's attendants.

An infantry squadron of a battalion of the enemy army lost more than half of its combat effectiveness in an instant, and was directly disabled.

Without heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and infantry guns, the last string of the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground with heavy casualties and still firing at a company of officers and soldiers was broken.

They were no longer satisfied with covering each other and crawling back, which was too slow, and at least dozens of colleagues had already been blown away by the falling mortar shells, and then fell to the ground in obscurity.

And, unfortunately, among them is the commander of the 1st Infantry Squadron, Koji Ishida, whose once handsome and straight nose was completely shaved off by shrapnel, and his whole face became a flat plate, and his eyeballs, which had lost his eyelids, stared at the sky, as if complaining, it was nothing to cut off his nose, but he lost all his eyelids, which made people unable to close their eyes when they died!

The Japanese army, at this moment, finally collapsed.

Countless khaki military uniforms jumped up from the ground, and without taking the 38 big covers they had taken to life, they ran down the mountain with their bare hands, unscrupulously exposing their backs in front of hundreds of rifles, more than ten light machine guns, and five MG42 machine guns that had already fired.

The hundreds of officers and men of the company did not cheer or jump, they just mechanically pulled the bolt, aimed, and pulled the trigger, accompanied by the roars of two machine guns, "da-da-da" and "poof-puff."

The target, the countless moving target, the only one in the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the company.

In the face of the enemy who had collapsed, according to the usual practice, all officers and soldiers should rush out of the trenches, continue to chase and kill, and expand the results of the battle, but no one gave orders, including Liu Lang, who was watching all this coldly, and the corners of his mouth curved a little.

There is no need to expand the results of the battle, because no one can outrun the bullets, no one can outrun the strafing of a dozen machine guns.

It's not fighting, it's slaughtering.

As the figure of the last Japanese soldier was broken in two by the tongue of fire sprayed by two MG42 machine guns and fell 300 meters away, the remaining more than 200 Japanese soldiers all fell on their way back, many of them outran their comrades, but still did not outrun the bullets.

The two Japanese infantry squadrons attacking on the frontal position of the company were wiped out, and none of them escaped the net.

Of course, this is only a microcosm of the three lines of defense of the Separate Regiment.

In fact, when the MG42 was put on the battlefield 8 years ahead of schedule, the end of the unguarded Japanese army with dense formation was already doomed, and the torrent of bullets formed by dozens of MG42 machine gun fires was almost unstoppable, especially for the Japanese army without any shelter.

Whether it was Luo Wenyukou, or Hawthorn Valley or Qianzhuzi, the independent regiment with complete fortifications and several times the superior firepower of the Japanese army defeated the Japanese army, which was still based on the previous judgment.

Fewer than 1,000 Japanese soldiers escaped from the front of the position alive, and 5,000 Japanese soldiers fulfilled their oath of loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor before the three passes.

If you look at it from a distance, you will notice that the black has a dark red flowing in it, forming a pure stream of consciousness picture.

Weird and new.

The Japanese ran frantically, hindered their movements, and threw away their bayonets, spears up to 1.7 meters long, and the individual shovels and water bottles that clanged around their waists, and everything that stood in their way was discarded.

They just want to get out of this hell, this hell where most of their comrades are buried.

The Chinese's terrifying machine guns were completely unstoppable by manpower, and before they could even hear the gunshots, they saw bursts of blood mist rising from their companions.

The several large holes that appeared on the body in an instant were not at all something that the hemostatic treasure bag could stop, and the whole body was like a kettle full of loopholes, and soon it took on a strange pale color, which was a manifestation of blood flowing.

The captains of the various brigades who were hiding behind to supervise the battle were also running, and if they didn't run, they would become prisoners of the Zhina.

Not everyone had the courage to commit suicide for the emperor, and it was clear to everyone that the order to launch an all-out attack without fully detecting the enemy's firepower was given by the fool of Major General Mitsu Suzuki, who would be responsible for the defeat after the battle.

Since you have such a big backer, it's not stupid not to run away!

"Sir, the little devils have collapsed, let's charge and destroy them completely."

"Tuanza, give the order!"

"Tuanza, we can't let these dogs escape."

The phone of the company headquarters where Liu Lang was sitting was about to be blown up, and almost all the commanders on the front line called, asking to lead the troops in pursuit.

Even Chi Dakui and Yu Xiancheng were a little unable to sit still, although this battle destroyed most of the Japanese army of the Fourth Brigade and Regiment made the two of them ecstatic, but thousands of Japanese soldiers were fleeing frantically, and this piece of tempting fat also exuded an attractive fragrance.

Whoever it is, maybe they're all a little nervous!

"Okay! Whoever wants to make a contribution can go, but I have to tell you first that the Japanese army still has two artillery brigades that are still idle at this time! Liu Lang's words sobered up commanders at all levels.

What should I do now? It's not a charge, it's a dodge! The artillery of the little devils is definitely going to take revenge.