"Don't pestle them one by one like a stake, the devil is coming!" An instructor shouted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wu Hongyu looked ahead, 600 meters away, there were dense Japanese soldiers, and in front of them were actually four iron guys, the iron guys roared, the round iron wheels crushed the tracks, and the heavy machine guns on the turrets above were spewing flames towards the positions of the Chinese side.

Wu Hongyu had only heard of tanks, but he didn't know that what he was facing was actually a devil's Type 94 armored vehicle.

There is certainly a difference between tanks and armored vehicles, the former has strong firepower and armor protection but is slow, and the latter generally has only one heavy machine gun and weak armor protection, but it is very fast.

UNFORTUNATELY, CHINA IS TOO BACKWARD NOWADAYS, AND THE LIGHT ARMORED VEHICLES WEIGHING ONLY 2.7 TONS AND THE THICKNESS OF THE ARMOR IS ONLY 12MM, WHICH HAS MADE THE OFFICERS AND MEN OF THE 29TH ARMY WHO ONLY HAVE MORTARS AND GRENADES HELPLESS, AND THEY REALLY CAN'T ASK THE RECRUITS TO DISTINGUISH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO.

Without waiting for the commander's order, the Chinese soldiers, who had guns in their hands, were already aiming and shooting at the devils in the distance.

Wu Hongyu couldn't do anything, just picked at the dirt under him with one hand, and clutched a grenade with the other.

The sound of machine guns and banging rifles was endless, but in Wu Hongyu's sight, he found that the devils were rarely shot and fell, obviously, either the bullet did not hit the target, or the bullet was blocked by the tank in front, on the other hand, there were people who were constantly hit by guns, or leaned back or fell on the edge of the trench.

Wu Hongyuan didn't know that the firing range of the 38 big cover used by the devils was already farther than the Hanyang-made or cover guns used by the 29th Army, and the rifle shooting technology of the ghost soldiers was also first-class in the world.

At this moment, there was a sound of "hole, sizzle, sizzle" behind him, it was one of the few mortars of the 29th Army began to shoot, and the shells fell into the enemy group, Wu Hongyu saw that there were constantly devil soldiers who were lifted up by the air waves, and they were like octopuses in the air, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

There was a burst of cheers from the Chinese positions.

However, after a while, the same cannon sound, which was more dull than the sound of the Chinese mortars, was the devil's large-caliber artillery began to suppress the counterattack, and huge explosion smoke rose from the position, and soon, the roar of the Chinese urgent artillery was dumb.

The devils had rushed to a distance of less than two hundred meters from the position, and the artillery fire on both sides had ceased firing, while the gunfire had become denser than before.

Wu Hongyu saw an instructor with a machine gun shooting at the devil, but his jaw was gone, it was blown away by the enemy's shrapnel, and the dripping blood stained his entire chest.

Some soldiers were also shooting at the Japanese soldiers, but the process of pulling the bolt again and re-aiming the shot seemed so slow to Wu Hongyu, the Japanese army was approaching step by step, and he could already see the faces of the Japanese soldiers.

He also saw some student soldiers, who had been pierced through their abdomen by shrapnel, and their intestines were flowing out, and they could not hold it down with their hands.

The devil is closer.

"Grenades!" Some veterans shouted that the enemy situation was urgent, and even the word "grenade" was omitted.

Wu Hongyu felt the hot blood rush to his head all of a sudden, pulled down the string of the grenade he was holding in his hand, and threw the grenade out with his right hand.

He didn't care to hear whether the grenades he threw exploded, not that he didn't want to hear them, but because there were so many grenades thrown by his own side at the same time that he couldn't hear the number.

He didn't care to see where the grenade he threw was exploded, and there was a cloud of smoke in front of him, but the Japanese army's bayonets and steel helmets were still shining in the smoke!

The devil soldiers are not afraid of death, and they are still approaching!

Just when Wu Hongyu threw his third grenade, the devil had already rushed to the trench.

"Brothers, fight the devil!" An officer of the military training regiment jumped out of the trench first with a broadsword, followed by the veterans who were instructors, and the rifles with freshly mounted bayonets also rushed out with a roar.

Wu Hongyu doesn't know what fear is now, he no longer has the time to think about the impassioned words that the students usually say when they give speeches, and now what governs him is the instinct to survive, which tells him that if he wants to fight, he must fight!

He grabbed the broadsword beside him, and jumped out of the trench as the student soldiers kicked a few steps. In the smoke of gunpowder, the bayonet bloody broadsword shone brightly, and the white-knuckle battle began.

A Chinese soldier was stabbed down by a Japanese soldier who, as he was drawing his bayonet, heard a killing sound from the front, undoubtedly Chinese.

He was a veteran, and when he looked up, he had already handed over the spur he had just drawn, and he saw that his bayonet was piercing into the chest of a Chinese soldier who was rushing at him with a broadsword.

This Japanese army has some contempt for this stupid Chinese soldier (he doesn't know that it's just a student), don't you know that your broadsword doesn't have my spear commander?

When he drew his bayonet again, another Chinese soldier swung his knife at him, and this time he was a little hasty in drawing the bayonet, and he could no longer re-establish the assassination posture again, so he turned sideways as he drew his gun, dodged the knife, and smashed the Chinese soldier down with the butt of his gun.

But at this time, another big knife arrived, and the Japanese army had no time to dodge.

The knife was slashing diagonally at his neck, the knife was only cut in half, and the head did not fall off, but the blood spurted out nearly a meter high, apparently the major artery was cut off.

This knife belongs to Wu Hongyu, and this knife is trembling when it is cut down, because Wu Hongyu's hand holding the knife is trembling.

This was the first time he had killed a creature of his kind, even though the man had another nickname, "The Invader".

Wu Hongyu saw this sentence of despair and fear in the eyes of the Japanese army before they died, which made Wu Hongyu have a trace of realization in his heart: It turns out that devils are also afraid of death.

So, he drew his sword and returned to the fight, his hands never shaking again.

Wu Hongyu was undoubtedly lucky compared to the student soldiers who rushed to the front.

Fortunately, he was the third student soldier to slash at the same Japanese soldier with a knife, so the Japanese army had no time to draw a gun and stab, so Wu Hongyu overcame fear, he remembered the content of the usual training, and he would never use the big knife in his hand to directly compare with the 38-type rifle with the bayonet like the first two seniors.

There is no doubt that the student regiment of the 29th Army has a numerical advantage at this time, although the knife skills are certainly not as good as the veterans, but the blood of the young people makes them equally fearless of death, a student soldier falls, and then rushes up to another one, and eventually there will always be a student soldier who will use the big blade in his hand to cut down the devil with a rifle, and finally the first wave of the devil's attack was repulsed.

Time passed quickly, and by about two o'clock in the afternoon, the student military training corps had already repelled three waves of attacks by devils, but it also paid a heavy price.

Most of the soldiers had already thrown out their grenades, and everyone was involved in the white-knuckle combat with the enemy, and less than a third of the more than 1,700 people remained.

And the devils are still pouring up, and the military training regiment finally got the order from the peak, so they can only retreat helplessly.

Wu Hongyu withdrew with the large army in the direction of Beiping.

Wu Hongyu didn't eat at noon, and after fighting to the death with the enemy, he felt that he was soft and couldn't exert any strength when he stopped.

He still held the broadsword in his hand, and the blade of the broadsword was stained with the blood of the enemy and then on the soil, and the original color was no longer visible.

Today was the first time he had beaten devils, but he didn't expect it to be so tragic, and there were also three Japanese devils who died under his own big sword, of course, the death of these three devils came at the cost of the sacrifice of seven or eight soldiers.

It felt that it was just a lucky one, and that this time yesterday, it had just entered the trench that had been dug in a hurry, and today, most of the people were already buried on the battlefield.

When the troops climbed up a high post, he saw a village in the distance, a burning village, houses burning, trees burning, green gauze tents burning, only the sun was no longer burning, because it had been obscured by thick smoke. (To be continued.) )