The winter offensive was in full swing, braving the icy and biting winds, and the heroic Chinese officers and soldiers went forward one after another to launch wave after wave of attacks on the positions of the devils.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the battlefield of Gaoyou, mortar shells kept falling on the charging crowd, setting off a cloud of flesh and blood, but the devils still could not stop the momentum of the Chinese officers and soldiers.

"Kill!"

The junior officers who took the lead were almost scorched black by the smoke of gunpowder, and the days of fighting had made them unkempt, but it was still difficult to hide the fierce murderous aura they exuded.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The devil's light and heavy weapons all fired, and the dense rain of bullets shrouded the battlefield, the smoke of explosions, the billowing smoke of burning obscured the battlefield, and the bullets were flying sideways, beating the bodies that pounced one by one into a splash of blood.

The hoarse roars of the officers resounded throughout the battlefield, and the first wave of charging Chinese officers and soldiers all fell under the combined strangulation of the Devil's Type 92 heavy machine guns, grenadiers, mortars, and mountain artillery.

Those officers and soldiers who were seriously wounded by bullets were still covering their wounds, dragging their guns and holding grenades in the direction of the devil's position, leaving blood grooves behind them.

"Call for artillery fire!"

General Ma Yuren, commander of the first guerrilla major general, saw that the more than 200 people who rushed forward were slaughtered in the blink of an eye, and tears flashed in the eyes of this thin and rigid soldier.

"Woo Woo ......"

One after another, shells swept over the heads of the guerrilla brothers from the improvised artillery positions behind them, and with clearly visible bullet marks, they smashed into the devil's positions a few hundred meters ahead.

"Boom, boom!"

Although the artillery shells were not as powerful as heavy artillery, in the face of the rapid fire of the artillerymen, in the billowing black smoke, the sandbags, machine guns, and bodies outside the devil's trenches were constantly blown away and torn apart in the strong force.

A terrible wail came from the billowing smoke ahead, and the sky covered by the smoke of gunpowder fell with black ash like a snow.

The death squads of the second wave of guerrilla troops had already taken advantage of the artillery bombardment to quickly rush to the trenches on the front line, and they clung their bodies to the trench walls, waiting for the order to attack, and the sound of heavy gasps became one.

The troops led by General Ma Yuren have been fighting with the little devils and the puppet army on the outskirts of Gaoyou for several days, and the two sides have repeatedly fought over the position, killing rivers of blood.

The entire trench was already charred black, mutilated limbs and internal organs were scattered haphazardly, and broken guns were stained with dark red blood.

Although they were guerrilla troops, this time it was a counteroffensive on the whole front, not only Gaoyou, but also the nearby Yancheng, Baoying, and southern Jiangsu areas of the southern front.

And on the frontal battlefield, the Chinese officers and soldiers who had just completed the training were also launching a fierce offensive against the little devils, so their guerrillas also gathered to fight a tough battle again, and they also wanted to recover the city and eliminate the Japanese invaders.

Shells kept falling in the direction of the devil's position, and explosions of fire rose under the dark sky, and from time to time splashes of bones and scraps of flesh fell on the heads of the ground.

The brothers couldn't take care of it anymore, they were already covered in tatters, dirty, and covered in dark red blood, and it was unknown whether they would come back alive from this trip.

"That's enough for a devil to drink a pot."

One of the brothers cautiously poked his head out of the trench and observed the devils covered in artillery fire a few hundred meters away, which was already dark, and the flashes of explosions flashed from time to time, like a hideous thunderstorm.

There were also recruits who had just been replenished, clutching the tattered rifles in their hands, and there were no more bullets, only the bayonet hanging in front of them was still glowing.

"Come, little ghost, take a sip."

Seeing the immature recruits who were about as tall as their rifles, some veterans lit the last cigarette and took a deep breath, untied the kettle at their waist and handed it over.

Seeing the veteran with a kind face, the immature recruit took the kettle tremblingly, raised his head and poured a sip, drank too quickly, choked and coughed, and his face turned into sauce.

"It's not water ......," the young recruit said as he coughed.

"Hahaha, I didn't say it was water, this is a good burning knife, and you can be invulnerable if you drink it and fight devils." The veteran smirked and poured himself a mouthful.

The brothers in the trenches lined up to charge at the veterans teasing the recruits, their faces smiling as if they had just joined the army.

"Brethren! We are the first guerrilla army! The brothers of the 89th Army have already captured several counties, and we can't let people compare them, right! The little devil is raised by Wang Ba, let's rush up, smash their Wang Bahu, and let the people of the country see, our guerrilla army is not bad! ”

The head of one of the captains, who led the charge, was wrapped in bleeding gauze, but he was already determined to die.

"Give your strength to Lao Tzu, if you rush up and destroy the devil, let's go back and drink and eat meat together, if you can't rush up, we will all die, and when we go underground, we will fight the devil side by side!"

The company commander spoke impassionedly, and the blood in the brothers' bodies was boiling.

"Get on the bayonet! Get ready to charge! ”

After the company commander finished speaking, he looked at the dark sky, estimated that the shells were almost over, and ordered in a cold voice.

At this moment, a piercing roar was heard from the sky, and six devil planes rushed out of the clouds and headed straight for the artillery positions behind them.

"Boom!"

The sound of rumbling explosions was heard from the artillery positions of the guerrillas, and the planes of the devils were diving back and forth.

"Up!"

The company commander who led the charge glanced at the artillery position behind him with thick smoke, supported the bloodstained trench with one hand, and turned over and jumped out.

The devil's plane has already come to help in the war, and after dealing with the artillery, it is time to deal with them, so if they want to survive, they have to stick it up and strangle with the devil, otherwise they will wait for the devil's plane to wreak havoc.

A spree of bayonets poured out of the trenches, quickly passing through the craters, the buffer of craters and corpses, and swooping down towards the devil's position.

There was no shouting and killing sound from the mountains and tsunamis, only a forward bayonet and a sturdy body, and through the smoke of gunpowder, they had already seen the ghost soldiers running and shouting in the trenches.

The devil soldiers were exhausted after fighting for several days, and there were many casualties in the face of a round of shelling.

Many bunkers and sandbags were thrown away, and before they could treat the wounded and regain their positions, the guerrilla death squads pounced.

"First Squad, stop them!"

Seeing the murderous guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing over, the devil's captain also broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

The guerrilla charge must be held back until they regain their defensive line, or they will be allowed to break through, and the land will be ruined.

"Kill Gaigai!" The leader of the devil squad who got the order pulled out his saber and slammed forward.

The heads of dozens of grizzled devil soldiers were still buzzing in the roar of the shelling, but when they saw their commander rushing out, they all met the charging guerrilla officers and soldiers with bayonets and screams.