"Brothers, rush with Lao Tzu!" The head of the regiment, Li Zhong, roared, and rushed forward with his chest in the face of the flying bullets, looking at death as if he were home. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill the devil!"

In the smoke of the explosion, a shriveled body burst out with unprecedented courage, they knew that rushing forward was death, but they had to rush up, roaring to hide the fear in their hearts.

The devil soldiers lay in the trenches, in the bunkers, constantly pulling the bolts and shooting, the bullets intertwined in front of the position a dense network of fire, all the storming soldiers who touched the net of fire were beaten into a sieve, blood rushing.

Yang Ling turned around and watched the soldiers crash into the devil's firepower net one after another, and they fell to the ground after being shot, and he smashed his fist into the mud with anger, why do you want to charge now?! Why don't you wait for their death squad to take off the devil's heavy firepower before rushing?!

But now there were gunshots everywhere, roars, explosions and large areas of earth and rocks hitting the body, and no one could answer Yang Ling's question, only the screams of death.

"Throw all the grenades to Lao Tzu!" Yang Ling was roaring, he was very angry, he could obviously reduce casualties, even if he waited for another three minutes, no, two minutes, they could kill the devil's heavy firepower, but the troops had to charge at this time, which disrupted their rhythm.

The old smoking gun kept wrapping the grenade in his hand, tied it into a bundle, supported the ground with one hand, and then threw it out of the devil's trench with all his might.

The lethality of the explosion of four or five grenades was astonishing, and with a muffled bang, a powerful wave of air mixed with sharp shrapnel swung out in all directions, tearing everything along the way to pieces, and the devil soldiers who were lying in the trenches and shooting bore the brunt of the attack, and were immediately swept over, suffering heavy casualties.

The debris and dirt sprayed everywhere splashed the daredevils, and the troops behind had already rushed up, they must have the courage to dare to die, and they must make a passage out.

The daredevils rushed forward in the rain of bullets, throwing grenades one by one, and the flash of the explosion reflected their bodies trembling with bullets, and the blood was dazzling.

Li Mazi lay on the ground and watched the daredevils rush forward one by one, and then fell to the ground by the bullet of the devil, his hand holding the rifle was trembling, his legs were a little weak, and he couldn't stand up, and finally simply lay on the ground with his head in his arms, as if he wanted to bury his head in the soil and never come out.

Luo Dayong strode forward with a Czech light machine gun in his arms, the muzzle of the machine gun continued to spew tongues of fire, and the bullets beat the oncoming devils into bloody flesh and blood, and fell to the ground in pieces, he heard the roar of the devils.

Boom!

A smoking melon grenade exploded next to Luo Dayong, and his sturdy body was suddenly swept out by the air wave and smashed heavily into the trench, his brain roared, and he felt the pain in his heart.

The daredevils continued to assault forward, smashing out the grenades one by one, the devils' positions rumbled, shrouded in a smoke of gunpowder, many devils were blown up, they faced such a fierce bombardment, they were suddenly a little dazed, they all lay on the ground, flying gravel and shrezennel to beat the steel helmet clanging.

It was precisely because of this grenade bombardment that the fire network in front of the devil's position suddenly stopped, and the charging troops took advantage of this gap to rush into the devil's first trench, but there were almost no devils alive in the first trench, and their machine guns had already been blown to pieces.

Yang Ling continued to run forward, the cold wind whistling in his ears, he threw grenades at the devil's fire point as he ran, and the accurate bomb delivery made the devil's machine gun pouring bullets continue to mute fire.

The bullets flew wildly against Yang Ling's scalp, and he threw the last bullet into the devil's trench, and his body was already rolling towards the trench next to him, and the dense bullets swept over the trench, like a meteor in the dark night, beautiful and fleeting.

The charging troops had already rushed into the position of the devils, and in the smoke of the explosion, the devils had already come up with bayonets, like two crazy bulls, slamming into each other, and the sound of bayonets entering the flesh sounded one after another, which was particularly terrifying in the cold night.

Seeing the troops rushing in along the passage they blew up, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, although there were some losses due to the connection, but this is a war, losses are inevitable, since he chose to pick up the gun, he is already ready to die at any time.

The position is full of shaking figures, everywhere is roaring and fighting, this is a cruel white-knuckle battle, the narrow road is not you die or I live, everyone is using all their strength, put the other party to death, bayonets see blood, knives are deadly, without reservation.

Luo Dayong was stunned, staggered out of the trench, and saw that the soldiers on both sides had been strangled together, and before he could react, a hideous devil soldier had thrown him to the ground.

"I'll grass your grandma!" The bayonet with a cold light pierced Luo Dayong's body, and the severe pain made him sober up, he cursed, kicked the devil who was pressing on his body and flew out, and then a vicious wolf was simple and strong.

The devil soldier was thrown into a daze, and before he could react, Luo Dayong snatched the bayonet in the devil's hand and stabbed it hard, not caring about the blood on his chest staining the military uniform red, and constantly stabbed the devil's body, stabbing fifteen times, the devil was already dead, and then leaned on the trench and gasped.

Yang Ling scuffled with a devil with a bloody head, and in the face of this devil soldier who was as fierce as a wounded beast, Yang Ling almost capsized in the gutter, but he pinched the neck of the devil soldier with his backhand and directly crushed his Adam's apple.

Three devil soldiers fiercely besieged the regiment commander Li Zhong, Li Zhong roared again and again, his body continued to add scars, and several soldiers who went up to help were stabbed to death by the devils.

The old smoking gun saw that the regiment commander Li Zhong was in danger, and rushed up with his rickety body, and the butt of the gun smashed the devil's steel helmet, smashing a devil to the ground, but his lower rib was also stabbed by the devil, covering the wound and rolling in the trench in pain.

The cold night was boiling with blood, and the devils in the first and second trenches were wiped out by these fierce Chinese officers and soldiers in just a few minutes, and the devil soldiers who had come up from the reinforcements were densely rushing towards this side.

"Kill, change, change!" Lieutenant Devil raised his saber and shouted towards the melee position, and behind him were countless devil soldiers wearing steel helmets.

Bang!

In the darkness in the distance, Luo Ziqiang, who likes to put cold guns, was lying in the pile of dead people and pulling the bolt to withdraw the cartridge case, and then reloaded the bullet, the muzzle of the gun moved, aiming at a devil machine gunner.