The roaring explosion was deafening, the flash of the explosion reflected the bewitching glow of the red-dyed water, the river was full of corpses, and the soldiers on the makeshift pontoon bridge were rushing to escape, and from time to time someone was crowded into the water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sound of ping-pong banging gunfire sounded behind the rout like bursting beans, and the black-pressed devil had already chased after him, and the crooked machine gun of the devil made a clattering sound, turning the rout of the Chinese army that was left behind into a sieve, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Run! Run faster! Seeing the scattered friendly troops lying in pools of blood, the old smoker was so anxious that his face was red, and his voice was hoarse.

On the right bank of the Fumohama position, the soldiers of the 61st watched as their compatriots were shattered by the artillery fire of the devils, and pieces were swept down in a pool of blood by machine guns, their faces full of anger, and their fists creaked.

The rumbling cannon fire continued, falling to the position on the right bank, some people screamed and were thrown high and then fell down silently, the sandbag bunkers were also blasted out of the gap, and the devil's artillery fire began to extend and fire.

"Dodge!" Yang Ling looked at the shells that kept exploding on the position, and waved his arms vigorously and shouted at the remnants of the supplementary company.

The remnants of the soldiers hid in the hidden hole dug in advance, the ground was shaking violently, like an earthquake, the explosion was full of thick gunsmoke, and some people coughed violently in the roar as if they were stuck in the neck.

The cannonballs fell in the trenches, and the mud splashed everywhere, so that Luo Dayong's nose and eyes could not be seen, he wiped a handful of mud from his face, and cursed loudly that the little devil would not die well, but the scolding was soon drowned out in the sound of the cannonball.

The country is poor and weak, and any cursing is futile, in the face of the elite devil soldiers with overwhelming equipment superiority, the Chinese army rushed forward one after another, and then was covered by artillery fire in patches and harvested, just like cutting wheat, except for helplessness or helplessness.

The artillery bombardment finally stopped, and the position was already full of craters, large and small, and some remnants of soldiers were smashed and fell weakly in the mud, but now no one cared about the corpses of the dead, because the devils had already pounced on this side.

All the Chinese troops that had been defeated from the front line had not crossed the river had been slaughtered by the devils, dense corpses were scattered all over the river beach, and the blood seeping out of the body gathered into a canal into the river, and the clear river water had turned into a large red dye vat, in which countless corpses were floating.

The Devil's vanguard had already swooped down the pontoon bridge that had not had time to blow up towards the defenders' positions on the right bank, like hungry wolves, baring their sharp fangs.

"All into position!" The shouts of the officers rang out in the positions of the defenders on the right bank.

The soldiers who were dodging the artillery ran along the communication trench, panting, and re-set their rifles on the bunkers of the front-line trenches, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at the little devils who pounced.

Looking at the little devil who pounced on the steel helmet, without the orders of the officers, the angry soldiers had already pulled the trigger and poured angry bullets at the little devil, they wanted to avenge their dead compatriots.

Yang Ling watched countless Chinese troops being chased and killed by the Japanese like dogs and rabbits, and the anger he had accumulated in his heart finally broke out vigorously, the new hatred and old hatred were forgotten today, he pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet to load, and the crosshair aimed at the ghost soldiers who were surging from the black pressure five hundred meters away.

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet turned into a streamer in the dark night and sank into the devil soldiers, and it was too dark to see if it hit or not, but now the devils launched an intensive charge, and the bullets were either killed or injured.

In the dark night, countless streamers flew, the roar of machine guns mixed with the muffled sound of rifles resounded in the positions on the river bank, and the explosion kicked up the mud in the sky like a mud rain, and the battlefield was chaotic.

In the face of the angry blows of the defenders, the devil soldiers who were chasing after the routs were restrained from attacking, and they fell to the ground and began to shoot at the defenders, and their accurate shooting began to cause casualties to the defenders.

Luo Dayong fixed the bipod of the Czech light machine gun on the bunker, and fired a continuous fan in the direction of the devil, and with the help of the burning reeds, he saw blood splashed on the bodies of several devils, little devil, come on, Lao Tzu invites you to eat the gun.

After firing a twenty-round magazine, Luo Dayong picked up the machine gun and changed the magazine again, while shifting the position, and the other crooked machine gun also began to fire, beating the two devils who rushed forward into blood gourds and fell to the ground.

The ghost soldiers also reacted very quickly, in addition to the light and heavy machine guns firing fiercely at the company's position, the grenadier squad quickly began to reload and fire.

Rumble! The flames enveloped the remnants of the light machine gun with crooked handles, and directly blasted him out of the position, and the machine gun suddenly fell silent.

"Little devil! I'll grass your grandma! Luo Dayong saw another machine gun being blown away, and the Czech machine gun in his hand was a shuttle bullet at the little devil, and the devil's screams came from the darkness.

The 61st Division, which was arranged on the bank of the river, exchanged fierce fire with the devils, and there was a clamor in the dark night, bullets flew in the air, and countless lives were dying rapidly every moment.

The first wave of the devil soldiers' attack was suppressed by the defenders' resolute counterattack, they were not good at giving up, grenadiers, Type 92 infantry guns began to bombard the defenders' positions one after another, the earth and rocks were broken and splashed, the defenders' positions were caught in a sea of fire and gunsmoke, and the casualties were rising rapidly.

A 70-millimeter high-explosive shell fell not far from Yang Ling's left side, and before the two remnants who pulled the bolt could react, their bodies were cut into a blur of flesh and blood by the splash of explosives, and they rolled into the mud.

The sound of artillery had not stopped, and the devil soldiers had already rushed towards the position in a straggler line with the 38 big cover rifles with bayonets on them, and the positions of the first and second companies on the left and right flanks of the supplementary company were also precarious, and the machine guns were knocked out by grenadiers, leaving only the sound of rifles like popping beans.

"Grenade ready!" Seeing that the devil soldiers were already approaching a distance of 100 meters, Yang Ling put down the gun and felt a grenade to unscrew the bottom cover.

The hay around the position crackled and burned, and the firelight illuminated the position, in the face of the devil's accurate shooting, whoever came out of the head died, and the remnants lying on Yang Ling's side were shot in the head by the devil, so now Yang Ling is ready to greet the devil with a grenade.

Thundered! The cluster grenades placed by Yang Ling in front of the position had an effect, blowing up more than a dozen devils into the sky, and the shredded cloth and stumps flew into the sky.

"Happy!" Xiong Dawu, the commander of the first company, was attracted by the huge explosion, and looked at the front of the supplementary company position to rise up a cloud of explosive fire, and the little devil was bombed and cried for his father, and smashed his fist into the dirt excitedly.

"Kill, change, change!" The devil officer brandished his command knife with a hideous face, and the rest of the devils who were lying on the ground got up again and rushed to the position of the supplementary company, and on the defensive line of the 61st Division, many companies had already begun to fight with the devil hand-to-hand.

"Grenades, throw them out!" Yang Ling shouted as he threw the grenade in his hand out of the trench and threw it at the feet of the devil soldiers.