The devils are well-trained, fierce, and proud, and they believe that the Chinese defenders who have changed their defenses are a group of troops with no combat experience, and they have all become bolder.

The devil soldiers wearing steel helmets stepped over the burning wood and waded through the mud ponds full of sewage, and the figures quickly pressed up.

These devils are experienced in combat, and their tactical movements are standard and smooth, like juggling, and Akira's recruits are dazzled.

The muzzles of the Chinese recruits lying in the firing position also shook rapidly with the figure of the devil, but the devils dodged left and right, and their muzzles were always inaccurate, and their foreheads were sweating.

The light and heavy machine guns of the devils also followed behind, and they covered forward in the flank and rear positions, and the covering bullets flew in strings and whistled towards the devastated defenders' positions, and the dirt flew all over the place.

The nervous hearts of the recruits were raised in their throats, but the veterans pulled the bolt of their guns and adjusted the rifle ruler in an orderly manner, as if there were no ghosts rushing up in their eyes.

"Hit!" The devil charging with a bayonet had already rushed to within a hundred meters, and suddenly there was a loud shout from the trench, and the veterans pulled the trigger one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The rifle bullet whistled out of the muzzle of the gun in a dull sound, flew straight towards the devil, and then pierced through the devil's body, squirting out from the devil's back in a stream of blood.

The devil soldiers, who were striding forward with their rifles in hand, paused, staggered forward and ran a few steps by inertia, and then fell headlong into the charred ruins.

The recruits also opened fire one after another, and the gunfire suddenly intensified, and the bullets flying everywhere were arrogant and arrogant, rolling the devils in embarrassment, moving and dodging.

The recruit Luo Wencai also put the butt of the 79 rifle on his shoulder, he did not shoot immediately, but waited for everyone else to shoot, and then he put the crosshair on a devil who was lying down with a quick reaction.

The quick-rolling devil dodged several bullets that flew at him, leaving several of the recruits' bullets missing, and he quickly adjusted his lying position and put his rifle on his shoulder to return fire.

Just as the devil finished adjusting and was about to shoot, the recruit Rowan pulled the trigger, and his shoulder shook violently, and the numbness suddenly enveloped his shoulder.

The scorching bullet rushed out of the muzzle with a whistling gun, and rushed towards the devil with the breath of death, and he saw a stream of bloody arrows jump from the devil's shoulder, and then rolled to the ground with his arms covered.

"Transfer!"

When Rowan was a little annoyed and was about to give the wounded devil another shot, the cat-bent veteran didn't know when he had arrived in front of him and dragged him from the firing position into the trench.

"Poof!" Luo Wen just wanted to speak, and the shooting position where he was lying on his stomach just now bounced and puffed out a few clouds of mist, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He cast a grateful look at the veteran, and hurriedly grabbed the waist of the gun cat and walked to the side to change the firing position.

The devils were not frightened by the gunshots, although some were wounded and killed, but the remaining devils pounced more fiercely.

The recruits in the trenches were desperately pulling the bolts to shoot, and the voices of the veterans shouted one after another in the sound of guns, reminding the recruits of their tactical movements.

More veterans are teaching by word and deed, and hurriedly change positions after firing a shot at the devil, and the recruits also transfer in a mess, but there are also slow transfers that are knocked to the ground by the bullets that the devil returned fire, and they are convulsed and bleeding.

The devil's light and heavy weapons were fired, and strings of bullets whizzed in, destroying camouflage branches on the position, breaking the sandbags and sand flowing down bullet holes into the trenches.

"Teng Teng Teng ......"

Qin Shou's two or four heavy machine guns arranged in the rear position of the side also roared, the muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and the furious bullets swept across the fan, clearing the ghost soldiers who were forcing to the front of the position.

Although the devil soldiers looked hideous and fierce, in the face of this stormy bullet, their bodies were still torn apart like paper paste, and a large rain of blood was raised.

The crisp sound of the Czech light machine gun also sounded, and the machine gun was operated by experienced veterans, and the regular short-point fire knocked the devils to the ground.

The fire of the light and heavy machine guns swept away all the devils who rushed up with great momentum, most of them were beaten into blood gourds, and those who were injured and did not die were all lying on the ground and unable to move.

In the face of the fierce firepower of the defenders, the devil's impact was sluggish, and they all lay down and fired, and the grenadiers quickly followed, trying to knock out Qin Shou's light and heavy machine gun fire points.

But Qin Shou's brothers in their machine gun platoon were as good as monkeys, and they carried the machine guns to transfer after they ran out of a bullet chain, and the devil's grenadier was tom-tom.

Black smoke billowed from the bombing on the position, but as soon as the devils stepped forward and tried to force up, the light and heavy machine guns rang out again, and they had to lie down and hide again.

With the fire of light and heavy machine guns in the flank and rear directions, the pressure of the recruits lying in the firing position dropped sharply, and the choking smoke continued to drift in front of them.

But seeing the veterans' steady shooting, they also put away the panic in their hearts, followed the example of the veterans, and began to aim and shoot with a target, instead of shooting indiscriminately and ruining bullets.

"Aim and hit, don't waste bullets!"

"Don't nest in one place and wait for the devils to blow up, pay attention to the devils' shells!"

"Keep your body low, pay attention to concealment!"

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The veterans shouted in the noisy and chaotic battlefield, teaching the recruits how to fight.

The recruits were at a loss at first, and their heads were even blank after the gunshot, but in the face of the constant reminders of the veterans, they gradually became stiff and unfamiliar.

Many recruits have begun to learn the tactical movements of veterans to shoot and shoot, then retract their heads and shift, and when they encounter a devil who has fallen in front of them, they will directly greet them with grenades.

The battlefield is the best training ground, and in the face of the threat of blood and death, these recruits are learning quickly, and those who are slow have been knocked over by bullets and are being carried down by stretchers.

Luo Wencai had already changed four firing positions, and although a brother who had fallen not far from him was convulsing and wailing on the ground, he no longer ran to the rescue as he had just done.

Because he is not a medic, it is useless to run over, his task is to fight, block the ghosts who rush over, press them down, and cover the medic to treat the wounded brothers.

His breathing was disordered, he tried to take a deep breath to calm his heart that was beating rapidly because of running, and in his field of vision, explosions continued to sound, and the black mud that was lifted up from time to time hit his face with a burning pain.

The devil has been suppressed, but the devil is not reconciled, but under the cover of various weapons, sometimes prostrate, sometimes straighten up and press forward, the distance between the two sides is only fifty or sixty meters.

In such a short distance, both sides could even see each other's dark faces clearly, and Luo Wencai's muzzle moved, looking for a target to shoot.

The half-cut corpse forty meters away on the left side moved, making Luo Wencai's pupils shrink, and when he fixed his eyes, it turned out to be a prostrate little devil staring at the corpse crawling forward.

And behind this little devil, more devils are covered in various branches, sacks of camouflage, and crawl over quietly, their movements are very slow, very light, and neither side of the frontal fight is noticed.