The fighting in the Wanjialing area has been going on for almost a week, and several wings of the 106th Division have been disabled, leaving only a remnant of life.

Now the remnants of the 106th Division have been compressed by the Chinese army surrounded on all sides in a narrow area such as Wanjialing, Leiminggu, Tianbusu, and Jianlusu.

Although they suffered from the crisis of running out of food and ammunition, the devil soldiers of the 106th Division were like trapped beasts with teeth and claws.

They bared their fangs and became more ferocious, fighting for their lives like outlaws in every battle.

The little devils, who lacked ammunition, paid heavy casualties every time in the battle, approached the Chinese officers and soldiers, and then scuffled and scuffled together, and then pulled the grenades on the waists of the Chinese officers and soldiers and died together.

In the past, most of this style of fighting was used by Chinese officers and soldiers, whether it was in the Songhu battlefield or the Xuzhou battlefield, the Chinese officers and soldiers who were inferior in weapons and equipment could only let the troops win the victory by ending up together.

And now many outlaw-like little devils have also begun to use this way to delay time and stick to every position.

Although the Chinese officers and soldiers could advance a few hundred meters a day, or capture one or two trenches, the casualties remained high, and the devils at the end of the road had gone crazy, and their madness sent chills down the spine.

"All the troops are advancing steadily, shooting with guns at a distance, throwing grenades from close, and if the devils stick up, they will retreat......"

Now that the victory is in hand, the Chinese officers and soldiers will naturally not fight the little devils in close combat, and every brother has been given an order, that is, to save himself, consume the devils, and drag the devils to death.

Although the devils are very crazy, they are helpless in the face of Chinese officers and soldiers who do not fight with them.

The Chinese army marched forward like a leisurely stroll, calling for artillery bombardment as soon as it encountered a strong blockade, and they compressed the living space of the devil soldiers day by day.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A brother hiding in a camouflaged foxhole fired three shots at a suspicious target not far away in a short period of time.

In the distance, dead branches were smashed and splashed, and a devil observation post rolled down a gentle slope with a wail, and lay on the ground motionless.

"Hey, kill another one."

The brother grinned, hurriedly grabbed his gun and crawled out of the foxhole, jumping into the trench to shift.

The devil received reinforcements with airdropped ammunition and supplies, stabilized the defense line again, and the two sides began to face off again.

On the line of fire of the confrontation, the skirmishes between the two sides continued unabated, and the sniper teams and machine-gun teams opened fire from time to time to kill all suspicious targets and undermine the morale of the devil soldiers.

After the little devil got the airdrop, he finally recovered a little bit of vitality, and began to move again, constantly sending small-scale troops to infiltrate, trying to break out again.

Large-scale fighting between the two sides ceased, but skirmishes became more frequent on the vast battlefield where the mountains blocked the view, and the wounded covered in blood were constantly transported to the forward medical stations for rescue.

The Brethren were active in the front lines of the battle groups, hunting the devil's observation posts and infiltrating small forces.

Although there was no large-scale attack, the brethren knew very well that the rear had begun to replenish a large amount of supplies and ammunition, and the troops were also seizing time to rest, and the time for the general attack was very close.

Once a general offensive is launched on the whole front, then the encircled little devils are doomed to the crisis of annihilation, and now the troops are recuperating their strength, accumulating strength, and adjusting their deployment......

The little devils in the encirclement also felt the strangeness of the atmosphere, and while receiving the airdrops and quickly restoring their combat effectiveness, they constantly sent small units to test the firepower of the Chinese army in various parts of the encirclement, in order to prepare for the final breakthrough.

Now that both sides are secretly accumulating strength, a suffocating atmosphere fills the air, and the final battle is about to break out.

"Hungry, come over and eat a little, let's have meat today."

Several brothers from the cooking class, draped in sacks, climbed into the trenches at the front and beckoned the smoky-black brothers to come over for dinner.

From time to time, the battle would break out, and sometimes when the battle was raging, they would not be able to eat for a day, and the brethren were already rumbling at the smell of the refreshing fragrance.

"What are you going to eat today?" A squad leader smelled the scent and hurried over.

The brother in the cooking class replied: "Canned potatoes and meat, but they are fragrant, eat more, the group said that it is estimated that the general attack will be in the next day or two, everyone is full and has the strength to fight the devil!"

The squad leader unlided the pot, and sure enough, the brothers in the cooking class brought them a pot of hot potato stew and canned meat, and they immediately became excited.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work."

The squad leader thanked the cooks, after all, in such a dangerous battlefield, it was a great risk to transport such a pot of hot food.

The leading cook hurriedly waved his hand embarrassedly: "It's all your own brothers, don't be so polite, you are fighting with the little devils on the front line, and what we have done is insignificant."

"Come and eat, brothers, don't get cold." The squad leader beckoned the brothers around him to come over.

The cooks, on the other hand, picked up their guns and took the initiative to take over the position of the observation sentry, guarding the little devils for the brothers who were eating.

The little devil was indeed too hungry, and the smell of the Chinese officers and soldiers wafted over, making them hungry.

"The people of China are eating......"

Looking forward to the trench not far away, he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Do we have anything to eat?" A ghost scout asked.

The devil soldiers all shook their heads, the last time they were given food was more than ten hours ago.

Because most of the supplies were thrown on the side of the Chinese army's defense area, more than 20 of them were only given two boxes of biscuits.

For them who have been hungry for a long time, this is tantamount to a drop in the bucket, and at this moment, smelling the refreshing smell of rice, they seem even more hungry.

The hungry devil soldiers glanced at each other, and they all saw the burning desire to eat in each other's eyes, and they involuntarily struggled to get up.

"Rush over!"

The devil army Cao swallowed his saliva, he couldn't help the temptation, grabbed the gun, and climbed out of the trench.

Seeing Jun Cao's action, the rest of the little devils also seemed to be encouraged, and charged at the opposite trench with their guns.

"The devil is coming!"

The cook, who took over the vigilance, saw that a devil staggered and pounced, hurriedly pulled the pistol and shouted loudly.

The brothers who were devouring and eating cursed in a low voice, grabbed their guns and scattered, and held them up in the direction of the devil soldiers.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The brothers fired, and the little devils who rushed over because of fatigue and hunger were slow, and now they became live targets, and the evasion tactics were like the slow motion of a movie, which made the brothers extremely relaxed.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The bullet pierced the little devil's body, and the dark red blood fountain flew out, and some of the heads burst open, raising a blood mist in the sky.

The brothers shot the little devils one by one, and soon, all the little devils who pounced on them fell.

The fight stopped until the last devil who was struggling and twitching on the ground was shot a few times.

Looking at the corpse of the little devil lying on the ground, the squad leader did not feel the slightest discomfort, put down the gun, and greeted: "Continue eating......"