Dense locust-like bullets flew, soot and mud splattered everywhere, exploding fireballs mixed with scorching waves swept over, and many brothers wailed and were heavily turned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poof!"

A furious and dense stream of bullets swept down the mountain, and one of the brothers was shot in the head with a resolute probe shot, and blood mixed with brains spurted out, and the scorched earth turned red and black.

"Medic! Medic! Someone got shot here! ”

A blackened brother screamed behind him, his dirt and blood-stained hands clutching the hole in the blood beneath him, trying to stop the blood from coming out.

"Brother, hold on! Hold on! ”

But the bubbling blood gushed out like a spring, and soon soaked most of the brother who was lying on the ground and convulsed.

The requisition carrying a medical kit slung through the rain of bullets and pounced on the wounded brother, and was about to stop the bleeding when the seriously wounded brother tilted his head and died.

"San'er, San'er!" Seeing that the brother in his arms was breathless, the five big and three thick brothers shook his body hard and cried loudly.

The medics were already accustomed to seeing life and death, and there was no expression on his indifferent face, so he quickly put away the bandages to stop the bleeding, and patted the shoulder of the crying brother: "Brother, mourn." ”

After the medic finished speaking, he carried his medical kit and continued to run towards the next wounded brother, who was quickly dragged down by the stretcher bearer.

Seeing his brother die in his arms, the brother stretched out his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stared at his red eyes, and turned back into battle.

"Grenadier! Blow out the devil's machine gun for me! ”

Facing the rain of bullets swept up the mountain like a torrential rain, Yang Ling shouted at the grenadiers who were sweating nervously.

Their grenadiers were all temporarily found by chasing ducks to the shelves, and on this battlefield where the guns and artillery were constantly sounding, five or six grenades in a row failed, and the deputy battalion commander was so angry that he scolded with a smoking gun.

Fortunately, after the nervous grenadiers emptied a few grenades, one of them finally landed next to the machine gunner of the devil, and the flames of the explosion rose up a column of smoke, and the devil's machine gun team was extinguished.

The battle was already in a state of white heat, and nearly two hundred devils charged towards the hill like crazy, and although the brothers had all kinds of weapons, they could not stop the fierce momentum.

On the position of the first company, four or five devil soldiers with hideous faces had already rushed to the ridge line with bayonets and fought with the brothers with bayonets, breaking through a gap in the defensive line.

The first company had suffered heavy casualties under the intensive care of devil grenadiers and mortars, and even their company commander Junzi was wounded.

Whether the ridge line can be held is related to whether Yang Ling can stop the devil before the reinforcements arrive, so he attaches great importance to it.

"Old company commander! Lead someone to press down the devil for me! ”

Yang Ling was in the command position, and when he saw that the position of the first company was crumbling, he quickly asked the old smoking gun to bring reinforcements.

The deputy battalion commander didn't say a word, but rushed to the position of the first company with more than a dozen brothers from the guard squad directly under the battalion with a shell gun.

When the old smoking gun and they arrived at the position of the first company, more than a dozen devils had already poured into this gap, and the old smoking gun rushed and fought, and used up the twenty bullets in the shell gun in one go.

The oncoming five devils were killed on the spot and two were injured in this rapid thud.

More than a dozen brothers in the guard squad roared, and they also crossed the old smoking gun and violently collided with the five or six devils behind him.

"Poof!"

'Ahh

"Click!"

The two sides were like two high-speed rushing trains, and at the moment of collision head-on, the bright bayonet was also sent into the chest of the other party, and the butt of the rifle was also slashed towards the opponent's head.

The clatter of the butts and helmets of the rifles, the popping of bayonets into the flesh, the cries of pain, the splatters of blood flying wildly, and the screams of both sides fell into pools of blood.

The old cigarette gun didn't care about changing the bullets for the shell gun again, picked up a bloodstained devil army, and stabbed the head of a short and fat devil soldier who was climbing up the position.

With a click, blood flew high, and the head of the devil soldier wearing a steel helmet was thrown high with the splattered blood, and the headless head was kicked down the hill by the old smoking gun.

"Bang! Bang! ”

The bullets flying from the bottom of the mountain fell at the feet of the old smoking gun, and the bullets jumped up the old high column of smoke, and the old smoking gun hurriedly lay down.

He unwound two grenades from a bloodied brother, quickly unscrewed the caseback, pulled the fuse, and threw it.

The three devil soldiers who rushed to the edge of the position with their butts pouting rolled down the hill with a rumbling tremor, and the devil soldiers who rushed to the position at this moment were also picked up by the brothers one by one, and they stabilized the position of the company.

Under the cover of grenadiers and machine guns, nearly 200 devils began a full-line assault on the mountain, and there were devils who jumped forward and assaulted everywhere.

Although there were two brothers of the infantry company guarding the hill, under the fierce onslaught of the devils, it was like a flat boat in the middle of the sea.

"Let the blacksmith send a platoon up!" Yang Ling watched the brothers fight hard and had to use the reserves in advance.

Bullets were scattered and raging under the mountain, and the devil's grenadiers and mortars were also bombarding the mountain indiscriminately, and many places were beaten into bare.

But Yang Ling and the others are guarding the ridge line, whether it is the devil's bullet or a cannonball, if they don't pay attention to it, they will fly over their heads and hit the air, which makes the step devil also crazy.

Captain Koi, who was in charge of leading the attack, had a blood groove cut through his face by shrapnel, and blood was all over his face.

Looking at the crumbling mountain that he could never attack, his face became more and more gloomy.

In fact, Yang Ling also wanted to make the position more stable, but the mountain could only deploy two companies, if there were too many troops, the troops would be too dense, and they would become the target of the little devils.

So he used the tactic of adding oil, constantly replacing the wounded with the brothers in the reserves, so the defense line seemed to be crumbling, giving the little devils an illusion that they would attack it again and rush again, but they repeatedly attacked more than ten times, but they couldn't take it.

And because of the angle, the little devil looked up at the top of the mountain and couldn't see the situation behind the mountain clearly, which made the attacking Captain Koi miscalculate.

The battle has been white-hot, the little devils on the hillside have been strewn with corpses, the grass and shrubs have been burned to ashes in the battle, and the scorched earth is black and bloody.

The air was filled with a suffocating explosion and heat wave, as if the air was burning, but the little devil's offensive did not abate, and waves of upward impact were repeated. Brothers' casualties are also mounting.

Seeing that the Koi squadron was difficult to survive in the battle for the mountain, but suffered heavy casualties, Ichiro Ono, the captain who was watching the battle from behind, became more and more impatient.

"Akiyama-kun, your troops are attacking from the flanks and assisting Koi-kun." Seeing that the battle ahead was inseparable, Ono Ichiro was ready to send someone to attack on the side.

Captain Akiyama, who was full of leanness, glanced at the blood-filled battlefield in front of him, and bowed heavily: "Hey! ”

Soon, another squadron armed to the teeth quickly swooped towards Yang Ling's entrenched position.

The Akiyama squadron did not attack from the front, but followed the ravine in an attempt to outflank Yang Ling and their rear path.

"Regimental deputy! There's a stream of little devils coming from the ditch! The observation post quickly reported the situation to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked in the direction of the observation post's fingers, and sure enough, a large group of devils with bayonets were rushing over from the ravine on the flank.

"Let the blacksmith send a platoon to block the ravine for me, and I can't let a devil come over!" Yang Ling quickly ordered.