The soldiers of the squad at the forefront of the devil soldiers were already able to see with the naked eye the field fortifications built by the officers and men of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps hidden in the wilderness.

On this preset battlefield, the officers and men of the Northern Jiangsu Corps and tens of thousands of people have been busy for so long, relying on river networks, hills and fields, building countless communication trenches, anti-tank trenches, foxholes, hiding caves and other field fortifications.

In the series of vicious and bloody battles, the Chinese army has been fought, and it is no longer like in the past when the warlords only built some single-line simple trenches, and the devils could tear the defense line through with a single charge.

At present, Yang Ling's Northern Jiangsu Corps has built a defense system of sufficient depth with the Jieshou as the center, to Gaoyou in the south, to Xinghua in the east, and to the north in a vast area of dozens of kilometers in the middle of Baoying.

Although the third guerrilla battalion led by Shen Biao had already exchanged fire with the devils at the front, in many areas in the rear, groups of people were still braving the bitter cold to build hidden forts and fortifications overnight.

Chinese soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front line and are ready to dedicate their lives to this land and this nation.

Although the tens of thousands of people in the rear cannot go to the front line to fight to the death with the little devils, they are also working in their own way to save the survival of the country and the nation.

Takeshi Suzuki, the devil soldier, also held his rifle, followed his companions in front of him to step on the slippery ground, over puddles, and bent forward to leap forward alternately.

His squad had lost twenty-five men in the guerrillas' shelling, and now the entire squad still had only twenty men in combat, and the rest of his companions were stranded on the other side of the river because of minor and serious injuries.

Takeshi Suzuki has always felt that the Chinese soldiers are representatives of weakness and incompetence, and wherever the Imperial Japanese Army goes, they always flee from the wind.

But since last night, he has inadvertently changed his view of the Chinese troops and soldiers, and he realizes that this is not a one-sided battle as before, perhaps more brutal than imagined.

Because he didn't rest well, and he had been tensing his nerves like a tightrope, Suzuki Yi's steps seemed a little heavy, and he trotted forward, making him even a little out of breath, and he wanted to stop and take a sip of water from the kettle to moisten his dry throat.

But the new commander of the army did not give the order to stop, they could only bow down and dodge and continue to rush forward, after all, the defense line of the Chinese troops.

The battlefield was quiet, and although the sandbag bunkers and trenches camouflaged with wild grass could already be seen with the naked eye, not a single Chinese officer or soldier could be seen.

Except for the commanders at all levels of the Devil Force who had previously advanced and gave orders from time to time to gesticulate, there was only the whirring cold wind and the heavy gasping around them.

This dead silence gave Takeshi Suzuki a strong sense of crisis, and the closer he got to those camouflaged field fortifications, the stronger this sense of crisis became.

Takeshi Suzuki knew that behind those hidden field fortifications, there must be countless guns pointed at them.

Because of the lack of ammunition among the Chinese officers and soldiers, they always fired at a very close distance between the two sides, and then rushed up to the white-knuckle battle.

Thinking of the time when he collected the corpse before, he saw dozens of transparent skeletons that had been poked all over his body, and Suzuki Takeshi couldn't help but feel palpitations.

He didn't understand why the Chinese troops, who had always been weak and vulnerable, had suddenly become so brave, but he knew that if he didn't give his all, maybe he would die in this strange battlefield and never go back.

"The left flank of the Jinjin detachment is deployed, and the Oda detachment is building a position on the dirt slope over there......"

In Suzuki Yi's cranky thoughts, the forward squad that was in an attack formation and amenorrhea towards the Chinese army's position slowed down, and in the cold wind, the short command of the squad leader was faintly heard.

The entire squad that had opened the skirmish line quickly deployed on the spot according to the order, seizing various advantageous positions, and this was only 300 meters away from the Chinese position, which was already within range.

Takeshi Suzuki followed his squad sideways against a piece of earth, panted and quickly lay down, set up his rifle, and aimed it at the Chinese army position in front.

The guerrillas did not shoot because the devil soldiers had entered a range of 300 meters, and there was a quiet, dead silence behind that position.

Takeshi Suzuki held his rifle and aimed for a long time, but he didn't lock on to the target of the shot, and there was a dense sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned his head slightly to glance behind him.

Two more squads spread out about a hundred meters behind them, and the figures in khaki cotton uniforms were scattered behind the shallow pits and mounds of dirt.

Seeing the troops behind follow, Suzuki Yi's tense face relaxed slightly, no matter what was waiting for them behind the field fortifications, there were so many of them, as long as they broke through, they could tear through the defense line.

The Striker Squad's flag bearers hid behind a dirt slope and turned to the back to play a set of flags calling for shelling.

The Type 92 infantry guns and mortars that had been transported by pack horses had also been transported across the river, and the devils of the artillery squadron were busy assembling shields, barrels, etc., on a temporary artillery position with relatively hard ground, and fixing the infantry guns with hoes.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

After only a few minutes, a sharp sound of breaking the air was heard overhead, and high-explosive shells whizzed towards the field fortifications in front of which were suspected to be Chinese positions.

Seeing the artillery launched, the devil infantry who had already moved to the front looked a little excited, under such artillery fire, those Chinese troops would definitely be blown up and flee, and they suddenly felt that victory was not so difficult.

"Boom! Bang! ”

Clouds of mushrooms rose from the suspected positions, and the black smoke from the explosion was as thick as if it had been fired by an anti-aircraft gun.

Takeshi Suzuki poked his head out of behind the earthen and looked ahead, and saw countless sandbags and fortification logs being thrown flying under the bombardment.

The debris of the sand flew radially in all directions in the hot fragments, and in an instant they were enveloped in flames and smoke, and the billowing walls of smoke obscured their vision.

"The people of China must have been blown to pieces." A ghost soldier pressed his rifle to his shoulder and muttered something excited.

"No one was spared from such intensive shelling......"

These ghost soldiers who rushed to the charging distance were extremely happy, and the tremors from the ground swept away their exhaustion.

The artillery squadron of the devils carried a lot of shells, as if they were deliberately retaliating, and they carried out carpet bombardment to the front of the Chinese army to show their might.

In such a dense bombardment, let alone a living person, even if the stones were shattered, Takeshi Suzuki could already feel the scorching heat that swept from the front.

"Kill Gaigai!"

As soon as the deafening roar ended, the leader of the devil squad raised his snowy saber and swung it fiercely forward.

The devil soldiers, who had reached the predetermined charging distance, saw the saber swinging forward, and then suddenly screamed like a wild beast, and threw themselves like a tide towards the thick smoke that had not yet dispersed.