Hordes of bombers and fighters emerged above the battlefield with a deafening roar, swarms of blood-red sunburst flags whistling low. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

One bombshell after another smashed like an old hen laying eggs on the positions of the Chinese defenders in Minshan. An earth-shattering explosion unleashed a terrible metal storm.

The fortifications of the defenders' positions were blown to pieces like papier-mâché, hot exploding chips mixed with scorching scorched earth tumbling and flying, and in the thick black smoke of gunpowder, the positions built on the mountain ridge were like boats in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

The devil's revenge was crazy and violent, the carpet bombardment seemed to destroy the entire mountain, and the violent tremor made many of the tunnels crumble, and the earth fell in a torrent, covering the brothers who were biting their lips and hiding inside.

In this earth-shattering bombardment, the trenches were almost flattened, the remaining trenches were also blown into pieces and collapsed one by one, and the bodies of the observation sentries who remained outside were torn apart by the metal storm, and the scorched earth with green smoke was scattered with blood-red bone slag.

The brothers hid in the tunnels and endured one shockwave after another, and the thick, viscous smoke nearly suffocated them.

They are like fish out of water, with their mouths growing, gasping for breath, wanting to breathe fresh air.

The whole mountain was covered with huge craters, and the sparse vegetation was swept away by the indiscriminate bombardment, and the bare mountains were bare with scorched earth.

Yang Ling and the others didn't know how long the devil's bombardment had lasted, and by the time they woke up from their dizzy roar, the deafening explosion had stopped.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, whose military uniform was torn to pieces by explosives, staggered to his feet and drilled out of the tunnel that was half-hidden due to the collapse.

He saw that the fortifications and trenches they had built had been transformed by the indiscriminate bombardment of the devils, the scorched earth and rotten wood everywhere, and in the distance, under the blood-red sun, the murderous devils were rushing madly.

Lu Xing turned around and yelled at the hoarse throat, "Prepare to fight!" ”

The grizzled brethren pulled out the blasted wood, and the bunkers, like blackened mud monkeys, crawled out of the tunnel, and the bare mountains were filled with life and vitality again.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The heavy machine gunner, whose head was wrapped in thick blood-soaked gauze, pulled the trigger with both hands, and the bullet swept out of a sector with the fierce roar of the machine gun.

The little devils within the range of the shooting range were covered in a dazzling blood mist, and they tumbled to the ground in batches, and the seriously injured little devils were screaming and twitching painfully on the ground.

"Bang bang bang-" The brethren didn't need the orders of the officers, and saw the little devil pounce on him frantically, and he loaded it with a clatter, and pulled the trigger.

Bullets burst out with a roar that tore through the air, and although the trajectory of the bullets could not be seen during the day, the smoke from the muzzle of the guns quickly covered the position.

The little devils who twitched and moaned on the ground were soon turned into bloody corpses, and the machine gunners who opened heavy fire were blown to pieces in the rumbling explosion.

Thick black smoke flowed low on the mountain, and the deadly bullets with a sharp whistling sound, horizontally and vertically, pierced through the smoke, shattered the skull, and pierced the chest......

The bright and dazzling blood was rushing everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air became thicker and almost suffocating, and the brothers were constantly blown up and thrown high.

Some of the brothers were hit head-on by shells, half of their bodies exploded into pieces of flesh and bones in a blink of an eye as if they were haunted, and the other half of their bodies were bleeding and slipped crookedly in the trenches.

The sound of gunfire and cannons mingled with the music of death, and the brothers, covered in gunsmoke and blood, gritted their teeth and kept pushing and reloading, firing angry bullets until they were shot and fell.

The light and heavy machine guns of the little devils continued to pour ammunition at the defenders' positions, and the grenadiers also bombarded the positions with tom toms, and the positions exploded in constant smoke, and each explosion would leave no bones within several meters of the surrounding area.

Under the cover of ferocious firepower, the infantry of the little devils frantically assaulted, and they rushed upwards regardless of casualties, instilled with the spirit of bushido in their heads.

The brothers desperately tried to suppress the little devils, but the little devils in front of the position were fighting more and more, and there were fewer and fewer brothers fighting side by side with them.

"Bullets! Give me the bullets! There was a click of the brethren that the rifle was empty, and the bullet pouch he summoned to touch was empty, and he shouted sharply to the right and left.

But when he looked around, all the brothers within ten meters on the left and right sides had become bloody corpses, and the gunshots of resistance in the distance also taunted, and he suddenly felt a trace of fear, a little frightened.

"Kill, change, change!" The crazy devils had already rushed over with bayonets, their faces ugly and hateful, and their bloodthirsty fanaticism was terrifying.

"Grass, you grandma's little devil! Come on! Come on! ”

The brother looked at his fallen brothers, and with a look of determination in his eyes, he picked up his Czech light machine gun, which was stained with slimy blood, and jumped into the trench, roaring almost madly.

"Da Da - Da Da Da - "

The crazy bullets swept towards the little devils who rushed forward, and the dense bullets pierced the chests of the little devils, tearing their bodies apart, and they staggered one by one and fell into a pool of blood, their faces full of unwillingness.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded next to the brother, and he felt the pain as the blast popped into his body.

He was knocked upside down by the shockwave, and he tumbled against the blackened walls of the trenches, his whole body hurting like a shelf, and he struggled to get up.

But a little devil had already jumped into the trench with a bayonet, and with a snort, the bright bayonet had stabbed him in the chest.

The little devil drew his bayonet and stabbed him hard, nailing the brother to the ground.

The crazy little devils jumped into the trenches like a tidal wave and broke into the front line, and the remaining brethren were already exhausted, and were shot down and stabbed to death with bayonets by these little devils.

The blood was surging and the thick black smoke was full of little devils with blood-red eyes.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, carried a machete and flew a little devil, but he was also kicked to the ground by another little devil.

In the face of such a strong little devil, Lu Xing was pressed to the ground, and the breath of death enveloped him.

"Bang bang—"

"Dada-da-"

A new force rushed down the hillside like a tiger descending the mountain, shouting earth-shattering slogans, and the leader was Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion.

More than twenty fierce little devils stabbed their opponents, screaming and holding up their bloody bayonets.

But in an instant, the blood rushed backwards, and in the face of more than 200 brothers who were like wolves and tigers, these devils who broke into the position were killed and retreated, and they couldn't hold their ground.

"Steady! Steady! "A devil lieutenant brandished a saber and slashed at the Chinese soldiers who rushed towards him, trying to stabilize the formation, but then he was chopped into meat sauce by four or five sharp blades.

The devils who broke through the defenders' front-line positions were driven out of their positions before they could gain a firm foothold, and they retreated in disarray, and died all the way in the face of locust-like bullets behind them.