"Boom-boom-boom-"

Twenty pounds of explosives exploded in the blinding flash of explosion, and a Type 92 heavy machine gun and the sandbag for building the fortifications were like paper paste, and they were lifted into the air in the blink of an eye. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The explosives bag contained iron nails and gravel, and at this moment, it was also swept by the scorching air wave and splashed in the air, popping into the bodies of several devil soldiers who were close to each other.

The seriously injured little devil let out a heart-rending howl, which was terrifying to hear on such a night.

The splashes of hot sand, sharp rubble, and blasted debris forced the brothers to close their eyes and bow their heads, and their steel helmets clanged as the suffocating waves swept in.

When the brothers raised their heads again, the devil's heavy machine gun position, which was still pouring bullets just now, had been blown out of a gap in green smoke, and under the light of the fire, they could see the little devils with hideous and ugly faces farther behind.

"Brethren! Come on! ”

Seeing that the devil's heavy machine gun was dumbfounded, and a gap was blown out of the defensive line, some veterans immediately jumped up, threw off their steps and rushed towards the gap.

The recruits were also nervous, and they watched the brothers around them jump out one by one, gritted their teeth and shouted to themselves, and began to charge with the veterans.

"Stop the China! Fire support! ”

There was also a roar from the devil's position, and the light and heavy machine guns in the other directions also turned their muzzles, and the rain poured like bullets into the airtight air in front of the gap, and the intertwined ferocious fire blocked the way of the brothers.

Strings of bullets fell to the ground and rose up columns of smoke, and the sandbags were full of bullet holes, and the mud and sand contained in the sandbags were also flowing out.

The veterans were familiar with rolling and moving to dodge the constantly whistling bullets, but most of the recruits were slow to react, and they bumped head-on without knowing the depth, and were instantly torn apart by the ferocious fire.

Seeing the brothers in front of them in the rain of fire and bullets like enchanted blood mist and then fell straight to the ground, the recruits behind were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they even threw away their rifles in their hands, shouting, and ran backwards with crying voices, trying to escape from this hell of life and death.

"Go back and pick up your guns!" On weekdays, the amiable deputy battalion commander Lao Smoker Gun held a shell gun in his hand, and a string of bullets hit the feet of these retreating recruits.

The bullets hit the hard ground and splashed mud and dust, and looking at the fierce old smoking gun that looked like it was about to kill, the recruits couldn't help but retreat in fright, and some of them trembled.

"We can't beat it, we're all dead, we're all dead, let's go back—" The recruits shouted with fear on their faces.

They had never seen war so cruel, and in such an impenetrable rain of bullets, human life was as fragile as mustard.

These recruits also wanted to defend their homeland and country, and some wanted to make meritorious deeds in the war, but in the face of the dense explosion of bullets like locusts, they used to think so ridiculous and naïve, they were about to collapse, and now they just want to live.

But the battlefield will never sympathize with the weak, nor will it give mercy to anyone, since you put on a military uniform and pick up a gun, you must have the preparation and consciousness to die.

As the saying goes, the state has its own laws, and the army has military regulations, no matter what the reason, if you retreat without an order on the battlefield, you are a deserter, and you will be poked in the back.

"I order you to turn around and go back and pick up your guns! Keep fighting! ”

The old smoker roared hoarsely, shooting the recruits in the feet as he roared, and the smoke and dust flew and drove them backwards.

"Fuck! Go back! Shoot the devil! Some of the veterans next to him also came out of the darkness, and the butts of their guns fell towards the recruits, making the recruits scream.

Amid the screams and curses of these vicious veterans, the frightened, helpless recruits were driven back to the front line, picked up their guns, and trembled to pull their guns and shoot.

"Junko! Bring someone to blow up those machine guns for me! ”

The crossfire of several machine guns of the devil was extremely ferocious, and the chain of bullets and fires that swept away a large area of bullets and fires harvested the lives of countless brothers, and the old smoking gun also burst into flames, and his voice became angry.

With a wave of his hand, several demolition teams with explosive packs jumped out under the cover of machine guns.

But the devil had just blown off a heavy machine gun, and at this moment, he saw the Demoman, machine gun, rifle grenade, and all kinds of weapons beckoning.

Several of the brothers of the demolition team kept rolling forward, and they were very familiar with the tactical movements, but under the shroud of this dense firepower net, less than a bag of cigarettes was reimbursed.

When he saw the last Demoman being shot through the chest by a string of bullets, the angry company commander Junko slammed his fist on the sandbag, furious.

"Give me the dynamite pack!" The commander of the first company, Junko, saw that the brothers who were pressed by the fire of the machine guns could not rush forward, and prepared to go to the blast himself.

"Company commander! Be careful! At this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and a brother threw the company commander Junko to the ground.

With a loud bang, the hot mud and sand swept away in all directions along with the air waves, and the fragments of the grenade splashed, and the faces of several brothers around them suddenly drew blood grooves, and blood was all over their faces.

The company commander Junko's head was so dizzy and painful that he moved the brother who was pressing on him away, and saw that half of his body was blown up, and the other half was charred and blackened like rags.

"Dog's day to the little devil, I'll be your mother!" Junzi picked up a light machine gun and shot it out, but was soon pressed to the ground by the little devil and couldn't move.

Yang Ling was also anxious when he saw a company of people pressed to the ground by devils and couldn't move.

At this moment, they are not far from the forward position of the devils, but the devils have taken advantage of the terrain, and secondly, the firepower is properly allocated, and the firepower of the brothers cannot match them at all, and more than half of the casualties in a row are difficult to save.

"Can you blast it?" Yang Ling also ran from his back to the position of a company of attackers and asked the old smoking gun.

The old cigarette gun pointed at the broken Demomen in front of him and said with some discouragement: "Several demolition teams are finished, the distance is too far, and they will die before they can rush to the front."

Yang Ling estimated the distance between them and the little devil, and ordered the blacksmith of the third company commander in the back: "Blacksmith, let your machine gun platoon come up to cover!"

After the blacksmith received the order, he quickly came up with three companies of machine gun platoons to reinforce them, and the firepower composed of a Min-24 and three Czech light machine guns began to fire at the little devils.

"Start digging from here! Dig twenty meters ahead! Blow up their machine guns with grenades again! ”

The old smoking gun immediately understood Yang Ling's intentions, and now they rushed up straight and straight like this, it was a live target for the little devil, but if they dug forward for one or twenty meters, it would be the range of the grenade.

Many of the brothers were pressed to the ground by the ferocious fire of the devils, and if it were not for the cover of night, they would have been reimbursed long ago.

With the order of the old smoking gun, the blacksmith's machine gun platoon opened fire one after another to attract the devil's fire, and those brothers who were originally suppressed by the devil took out the shovels and shovels they carried with them and began to dig along the place where they were lying down.

At first, he could only dig a foxhole for himself to lie into, but slowly he could crouch in it and shoot, and once the sections dug by the brothers were connected, they became a communication trench.

The brothers quickly dug several communication trenches leading to the hill under the nose of the little devil, and when the little devil fired a flare and found the traffic trench that suddenly appeared, he was also stunned.

Realizing that something was wrong, one of the Devil Scouts hurriedly bombarded with grenadiers in an attempt to prevent the trenches from approaching their positions further.

But they found out a little too late, the brothers were already able to advance to the distance of the bombs, and strings of grenades flew out, and the rumbling explosions turned into a brilliant fireworks, and the devil's position was shrouded in a sea of explosions.