"Kill, change, change!"

Lieutenant Akino, with a hideous face, held his command knife high and pressed forward, and the howling devil soldiers rushed towards the defenders' positions like wild beasts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Type 92 heavy machine gun had been torn to pieces by the explosion, and although Lieutenant Akino didn't know why it exploded, he didn't have time to think about it so much, so he decisively gave the order to charge.

The devil soldiers passed past their beaten companions, their cowhide boots striding on the sticky, slippery dirt, their bayonets as if eager to drink blood.

Lieutenant Akino heard the sound of machine guns coming from both sides, it was just the dying struggle of the Chinese defenders, and there was only one heavy machine gun to shoot through the side, he had already judged that there would definitely not be many defenders on the position, as long as they rushed into the position, the Chinese defenders were definitely not their opponents.

Yang Ling led the two remnants of the soldiers to run wildly towards the trench behind, bullets whistling overhead, and the soil on both sides of the trench was splashed everywhere.

Whew――

Yang Ling's body flew forward, rolled and hid in the semi-circular bunker, stirring up a puff of dust, and the other two remnants also rolled into the bunker.

The three of them gasped heavily, and when they heard the bullets popping outside, they beat their chests with palpitations, and if they were any slower, they would have to be reimbursed by the bullets.

Yang Ling couldn't take a break, so he immediately grabbed the Type 38 rifle that had already been placed in the trench, pulled the bolt to push the bullet and loaded it, stretched his body upward, and aimed the gun at the front line trench.

A devil with a steel helmet with a rifle with a bayonet had just rushed to the front line of trenches, and was about to lie down to cover the people behind, Yang Ling's gun rang out, and the bullet flew out at high speed along the rifling line, directly shattering the bridge of the devil soldier's nose, and then burrowing into his head.

The devil, who was about to lie down, stumbled unsteadily, and planted his head down into the muddy trench, making a plopping sound, and muddy water splashed out of the trench.

Yang Ling quickly pulled the bolt, the orange-yellow bullet case withdrew and fell to his feet, and pushed the bullet to load again, with the crisp impact of the firing pin, the bullet burst out a cloud of blood mist in the chest of another devil with a whistling sound that tore through the air, and another devil fell to the ground.

The other two remnants were also lying in the trenches, pulling the bolt of their guns and shooting at the devils seventy or eighty meters away, but they only saw the bullets flying out, but they didn't see the bullets hitting people.

The devil soldiers' counterattack soon arrived, crackling and crackling, the sandbags outside the semicircular trench popped, and the dense bullets pressed Yang Ling and them so much that they couldn't even lift their heads.

The ghost soldiers' machine guns also rang out, and they began to suppress the shooting, and the ghost riflemen began to alternate cover each other and burst towards Yang Ling's semicircular trench.

A devil soldier quietly touched the semicircular trench dozens of meters away with a howl of traffic, and when there was still a distance of more than 50 meters, he took off the melon grenade in his hand and gently slurped it on his helmet, then straightened up and prepared to throw it.

Bang!

The high-speed flying bullet accurately hit the melon grenade in the devil's hand, and the grenade that had not yet been thrown exploded.

The chemical reaction of the rapidly expanding grenade was amazingly lethal, and the shrenching shrapnel sprayed everywhere swept the ghost soldiers and several devils behind them to the ground like cutting wheat, turning flesh into a blur of flesh.

"Old smoking gun! Fire! Yang Ling saw the ghost soldiers getting closer and closer, and shouted at the old smoking gun behind him.

The old smoking gun stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pushing away the sandbags that hid the Type 92 infantry guns, revealing the swarthy barrel.

"Give me cannonballs!"

A remnant soldier hurriedly picked up a yellow-orange-orange high-explosive bomb and handed it to the old smoking gun.

The old smoking gun was a little clumsy to load the high-explosive shell into the barrel, and after the preparation, he decisively pulled the firing rope.

Tong! The tractor shook violently, and the old smoker felt his heart flutter with it.

The high-explosive bomb burst into the sky in the smoke of gunpowder, and then slashed through a graceful fox and landed in the middle of the devil soldiers.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and a mushroom cloud rose among the devil soldiers, and the four or five devils who were near the landing of the cannonballs were instantly torn to pieces by the grenades that swelled and exploded, and their bodies were thrown high, and then fell heavily.

The scorching heat generated by the explosion mixed with rubble, sediment and shrapnel swung in all directions, killing and wounding many devils in the vicinity, even a machine gun was dumbfounded, and the machine gunner's throat was cut by the explosives, and blood continued to bubble out.

The Type 92 infantry gun was heavy firepower, whether it was projectile or flat fire, and the lethality of the 70-millimeter high-explosive shell was amazing.

It wasn't until the devil's machine gun turned around and fired a shuttle of bullets that the old smoking gun reacted and hurriedly fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, I'm going to bang your mother!" The old smoking gun was full of excitement as if he had found a new toy, and shouted to the remnants of the soldiers huddled behind the bunkers: "Bring the shells again."

The high-explosive shells of the Type 92 infantry cannon exploded one after another near the devils, and the devils dodged in embarrassment like frightened rabbits.

They used to like to bombard the positions of the Chinese defenders with this kind of infantry artillery, but when they really experienced what it was like to be bombed, they complained bitterly.

The devil's grenadier began to fire again, but the grenade of 50 mm grenades from the grenadier could not reach the old smoking gun at all, and it was of no use at all except to blow up the sandbags.

Yang Ling was still concentrating on pulling the bolt of the gun and shooting, every bullet would take the life of a devil, as a former king of soldiers, sniping devils in such an open place was simply the same as playing, without any pressure.

"I'll kill one, I'll kill one!" The remnant soldier lying beside Yang Ling shouted excitedly, his face full of excitement.

Burst!

The excited screams stopped abruptly, and a stream of blood arrows flew into Yang Ling's face, still warm, and the remnants of the excited screaming soldiers were shot through the head, and his head was crooked, and he fell to the ground.

"Ah San! Ah San! Another remnant saw that his companion had been killed, and hurriedly dropped his gun and pounced.

"Get down!" Yang Ling roared and knocked down another remnant, a bullet grazing his scalp before slamming into the sandbag behind him, the air filled with the smell of burnt hair.

The other remnant soldier was grateful to Yang Ling, looking at his companion whose head was blown out, his face full of grief, and his eyes flashed.

"Ahh At this moment, there was also a scream from the old smoking gun, and then they heard the roar of the old smoking gun: "Little devil! I'll fuck you grandma! ”

"Old smoking gun, lie down, it's the devil's sharpshooter!" Yang Ling stopped the old smoking gun from continuing to fire in time, his face was a little solemn at the moment, they were in trouble.

"You crawl down here to the back, and inform everyone to retreat quickly, my palace." Yang Ling commanded the remnants of the soldiers with sad faces, if they stayed here any longer, they would definitely be finished.

"No, I'm going to avenge Ah San!" The remnant shook his head desperately, unwilling to leave.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Yang Ling didn't have time to ink with him now, so he directly kicked the remnants to the ground and yelled.

The remnants had never seen Yang Ling get angry, and Yang Ling, who started the fire, looked particularly terrifying, and the remnants were frightened.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Ling tried to calm his mood and refilled the magazine with bullets, preparing to cover the retreat of the remnants.

Two hundred meters away, behind a hidden sandbag, a devil soldier with a steel helmet and several devil veterans did not charge forward like the rest of the riflemen, but lay quietly dormant, like spitting the poisonous tongue of a letter, waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

They are all veterans from the Northeast, and their psychological quality and marksmanship are the best among the devil soldiers, and their favorite thing to do is to hibernate and shoot the defending officers and machine gunners, and they belong to the absolute elite of the squadron.