The reinforcements of the Japanese army came quickly, and a large number of Japanese troops wearing steel helmets and holding snow-bright bayonets quickly pounced, about the size of a squadron. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing such a large number of Japanese troops, Yang Ling was also in his heart, and while jumping into the trench to turn his head with the Type 92 heavy machine gun left by the Japanese army, he turned his head towards the brothers who followed behind him: "Establish a blocking position on the spot!" Machine guns stand up! ”

"Here's a bombardier!"

A veteran platoon commander quickly ran to Yang Ling and sent the bullet plate full of bullets into the chamber of the gun, and Yang Ling pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Pale yellow smoke rose, and the characteristic roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out, and the angry heavy machine gun bullets swept towards the Japanese troops who pounced on them with the arrogance of tearing the air.

"Puff puff!"

Blood splashed, the powerful lethality of the heavy machine gun bullets directly shattered the steel helmet, tearing apart the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldiers, the bullets were like the poisonous tongue of a spitting letter, bouncing on the hard ground, the bullets biting the flesh, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Ahh Yes! ”

The Japanese were screaming, watching the Type 92 heavy machine guns slaughtering their own people, and their eyes were torn.

The heavy machine gun is the butcher of the battlefield, and everything that rages through the bullets is dust.

These Japanese soldiers were not afraid of death, but in the face of this heavy machine gun that could break people, they had to run and dodge in embarrassment.

But Yang Ling will give them a chance to escape, strings of bullets with blood mist rampaging among the Japanese army, rocks flying, weeds shattering, flesh and blood flying, before the heavy machine gun, suddenly turned into a blood-red Shura hell.

"Tom! Tong! Tong! ”

The Japanese grenadiers rang out, and 50mm grenades flew in with a piercing whistle.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

Grenades fell one after another around the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and a soft muddy mist mixed with thick smoke rose up, and Yang Ling was also hit by the shock wave of the explosion and flew into the trench, causing him to be dizzy.

The Japanese grenadiers hit accurately, and Yang Ling just struggled to get up in the soft soil, watching the Type 92 heavy machine gun turn into parts and be blown into the sky.

"Hit! Kill the devil! ”

The companies of the third battalion also rushed over, and the squad mounted itself with Czech light machine guns, which roared and swept at the Japanese with long shots.

The Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground were constantly puffing up columns of smoke in front of them, and some unlucky ones were just on the trajectory of the machine guns, and they were bloodied and died after two convulsions.

The brethren threw themselves into the trenches and pulled the bolts to shoot, and for a time the dull bolts of the 79 rifles, the Czech light machine guns, the crooked handles, the 38 large caps, and the sound of grenadiers were intertwined.

The whistling bullets flew in the air at great speed, fiercely sinking into the human body and spilling blood, and some jumped into the dirt and splashed mud and sand, the bullets rained down like locusts, and the two sides launched a brutal fire.

"Poof!"

A brother had just pushed a bullet onto the chamber of his gun and raised his head to shoot, when a whooshing bullet flew at a rapid speed and burst his head, sending red blood and white brains flying in the face of the brother next to him.

The brother reached out and touched his slimy face, and when he saw the white and red burst of blood, he couldn't help but hold on to the trench and vomited.

"Boom!"

The vomiting brother was also unlucky, as a grenade landed a meter away from him, sending his body flying like a fluttering cotton wool before slamming down on an ammunition box.

He was just blown away, and one of the brothers tried to drag him into the trench, but more than a dozen bullets were embedded in his body, and he struggled and screamed for help, but his mouth was full of blood.

The Japanese army also pulled up the Type 92 infantry guns, and they were bombarded indiscriminately against Yang Ling, and the whistling shells blew up the machine gun fire points from time to time, and many brothers were blown into two, and blood and intestines slid out.

Shells continued to fall in the trenches, blowing up clouds of mud and smoke, and the brothers were blown up into the sky, and there were explosions and bullets everywhere, and there was hardly any safe place on the position.

The health squad leader of the battalion, Kiko, was knocked away by the shock wave from time to time, there were too many wounded, and there were wails everywhere as far as the eye could see, and many brothers turned into blood gourds, and they could not save them at all.

The Japanese army pulled the Type 92 infantry cannon and grenadier canisters at Yang Ling, and they bombarded them violently, the trenches were blown up, and the green trees turned into smoking stumps.

As soon as the bombardment ended, the Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground and shooting at Yang Ling rushed up again shouting earth-shattering slogans, and the machine gunners on the position only had time to shoot a magazine, and the Japanese troops had already rushed into the trenches.

"Poof!"

A scious, stocky Japanese soldier rushed up at the machine gun, and the machine gunner had not had time to evacuate after firing the bullets, and the bayonet had already pierced him in the chest.

The heavy clutched the bayonet in his chest with both hands, knowing in his heart that once the knife was drawn, he would be finished.

The Japanese soldier did not expect the bayonet to be caught, and a flash of fierceness flashed across his face, and his big-toed shoes stepped on the face of the machine gunner, stepping him into the dirt, and then pulling out the bayonet.

However, he climbed up the trench with a bayonet, and was confronted with a barrage of bullets, and his body suddenly had a few more bloody holes, and he unwillingly fell backwards, and fell into the trench again, lying bloody with the dead Chinese machine gunner.

Many and countless Japanese soldiers wearing cowhide shoes jumped over the two corpses in the trench, rushed up the trench, and pounced on Yang Ling's third battalion.

When the Japanese army attacked head-on, a group of more than 50 Japanese troops on the hill and high ground also swooped down like a tiger descending the mountain, although Yang Ling was extremely reluctant, but the close-range white-knuckle battle still happened.

In the face of the Japanese troops rushing to the front, the brothers ran out of bullets in their guns, and it was too late to change their magazines, so they could only hurriedly raise their bayonets to meet the battle.

"Threesome! Pay attention to cooperation! The roars of the company platoon commanders rang out one after another in the shouts of killing.

Originally, the brothers fought with the Japanese army with bayonets and often fought alone, but after the winter training, the brothers focused on training and cooperation in teams.

After the loud reminders of the commanders, the brothers formed countless groups of three in the vicinity, and cooperated with each other to strangle the Japanese army.

"Yikes!" A fierce Japanese soldier took aim at a fellow recruit, a sharp bayonet stabbing him in the lower abdomen at a tricky angle.

In desperation, the brother could only hold a bayonet to block, and the Japanese soldiers, who were also experienced, saw that the stab could not be stabbed, so they kicked the brother to the ground, and the bayonet was ready to pierce again.

However, when the bayonet pierced into the air, it was blocked by another brother, making it difficult for his bayonet to fall.

The Japanese soldier had a fierce look on his face, bared his teeth, and his arm was forced, and he wanted to stab down with a bayonet, but suddenly he felt a chill in his back, and then a sharp pain came, and it was the third brother who succeeded in the sneak attack.

"Die!" With a heavy stab in the back, the Japanese soldier finally fell to the ground unwillingly, and was immediately replaced.

The three brothers worked together to kill a Japanese soldier, and without stopping for the slightest, they immediately pounced on the nearest battle group.

The brethren cooperated with each other to fight with the Japanese army in strangulation, bayonets, machetes, stones, teeth, rifle butts...... All the weapons that could kill people were used, and many of the brothers turned into blood gourds.

"Kill!" Just as the Japanese army and Yang Ling's three battalions were strangled together, the new force led by Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, rushed up from behind, and the situation on the battlefield was immediately reversed.