The battle on the front of the hill had become white-hot, and the bullets were raging like the wind, and the ground was smashing with smoke and dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The corpses that had not had time to drag down were shattered by the falling bombs, and bloody flesh and internal organs flew everywhere, and the blood mist was filled, like a rain of blood.

The Japanese soldiers, whose eyes glowed with the fierce light of beasts, roared upward, and many were torn apart by the rushing machine guns, but the blood did not intimidate them, but aroused their ferocity.

In the face of these hideous-faced and murderous devils, the brothers naturally knew that they did not need any mercy at this moment, and they could not be careless at all.

Once they are allowed to rush up the mountain, then I am afraid that they will all have to explain here today, so they have all their strength, and all kinds of weapons are fired in unison, desperately blocking them.

The bullets flew everywhere, constantly embedded in the body, sinking into the ground, and in the flames of the explosion, many brothers were blown to pieces, but no one retreated.

The brothers of the medical platoon rushed to the ground with bullets flying on their waists to rescue the wounded, but there were so many wounded that they soon became bloody.

The ferocious onslaught of the devils made the position shaky, and even Yang Ling, the deputy regiment commander in charge of the command, joined the battle with a gun.

Seeing that the people who rushed up rolled down in the blink of an eye, the devil squadron leader, Captain Koi, was furious, how could they have suffered such a big loss.

originally thought that it was just a group of remnants of the Chinese army, but who knew that they had encountered hard stubble.

Captain Koi looked at the corpses all over the hillside, his face was pale, but he especially refused to admit defeat, and shouted at the collar of the machine gunner covering next to him: "Attack!" Offensive! ”

The devil machine gunner put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, and he didn't shoot in short bursts, and he just held the trigger and didn't let go.

A barrage of bullets flew up the hill, and the two brothers who leaned out and threw grenades were instantly covered in blood, and a thick mist of blood wafted through the air.

"Bang!"

Yang Ling's shoulder shook, whistling bullets erupted, and a bloody hole appeared in the head of the devil machine gunner who was shooting wildly, his head was crooked, and the machine gun was dumb.

The devil's ammunition man quickly removed the corpse, and the machine gunner continued to fire towards the hill, but within seconds, two more bloody holes appeared in his chest.

Yang Ling gave a thumbs up to Wang Zikun, who was lying not far away and reloaded the sniper platoon, praising them for playing well.

The devil's grenadiers were knocked out a lot by them, and now they are hiding behind and dare not show their heads, which invisibly reduces a lot of defensive pressure.

When Yang Ling and the others pressed the devils on the hillside and couldn't attack, in the ravine on the flank, more than 200 devil soldiers were jumping forward in the rocks and weeds, and quickly pounced from the flanks.

The devil has undergone systematic training, and his tactics are also very strange and changeable, and what he is best at is the blitzkrieg of detours and rapid breakthroughs in the center.

Seeing that the frontal breakthrough was difficult to achieve, the devil commander, Ono Ichiro Nakasa, quickly changed his tactics and carried out a roundabout outflanking.

Their tactics were tried and tested against the lagging Chinese army in the chain of command, because once a gap was opened from the weak point of the flank, the strongest position would collapse.

But Ono Ichiro met Yang Ling this time, and Yang Ling had long been familiar with the tactics of devils, so he kept a hand.

When the observation post discovered that the devil was trying to flank the devil, he immediately asked the blacksmith who was acting as a reserve to send a platoon to block the roundabout devil troops.

The brothers under the blacksmith were all veterans who had returned from their wounds, and they had all come from the battlefield to the death.

Now they are holding the title of Honor Company, but when Yang Ling is left in the reserve behind, listening to the excitement of the mountain fight, they have long been eager to try.

So when Yang Ling's order came, the blacksmith didn't say a word, and personally brought a platoon of brothers to block the little devil's roundabout troops.

The blacksmith lay down on the shrub-covered hillside, and the machine gunner held the machine gun to his shoulder, the muzzle of the black hole pointed to the bottom of the ditch.

The Akiyama squadron was quickly passing through the bottom of the ditch, these devils were agile, the weeds and rocks at the bottom of the ditch had almost no obstacles to them, and most of them entered the ditch in a blink of an eye.

"Listen to my orders and open fire again—"

Looking at the little devils crowded at the bottom of the ditch, a sneer appeared on the blacksmith's face, and it was a pipe dream to attack them in a roundabout way!

About a small group of devils ran at the front of the line, and when they had just crossed a small tree, there was a sudden boom, and four or five devils were thrown high by the blast of the explosion.

Before the rest of the devils could react, the entire bottom of the ditch was like boiling hot oil, and the rumbling and deafening explosions continued.

The devils who didn't understand what was going on were also shrouded in the flames and smoke of the explosion, and the blood and mutilated limbs flew all over the sky, and the avant-garde team was reduced to powder in the battle of the explosion storm.

Captain Akiyama reacted quickly, hurriedly rolling under a stone to avoid the sweeping air waves, while his lieutenant was not so lucky, his head was hit by a splash of ten pieces, half of his head was cut off, and his brain mixed with blood sprayed all over the ground.

A huge cloud of soot and mushrooms rose from the bottom of the ravine, and the entire ravine was reduced to ruins in the light of fire and trembling sounds.

The menacing devil soldiers suffered heavy losses in this series of explosions, mutilated bodies everywhere, and the injured were also convulsed and bleeding, wailing and screaming.

Mutilated limbs, flesh, internal organs, and broken guns were all over the ground, and the bottom of the good ditch turned into a human purgatory in an instant.

Those little devils who were lucky enough to survive looked at the tragic situation of the dead bodies everywhere, and they were shocked, especially not believing that it was true.

Captain Akiyama, whose face was covered with blood and minced flesh, also stood up from his concealment, looking at the stumps all over the place, his face twitching and twisting.

"Yaga! Yaga! Captain Akiyama roared angrily.

He was bent on flanking the Chinese army, but he didn't expect that the Chinese army had planted mines at the bottom of the ditch in advance and buried nearly 100 of his soldiers, which made him angry.

The smell of charred and stinking corpses made the blacksmiths cover their noses, but when they saw the little devils at the bottom of the ditch who had been blown black, their hearts were filled with indescribable pleasure.

"Brethren! Let's add some spice to the little devils! The blacksmith smirked and moved the crosshairs, pulling the trigger at the roaring Captain Akiyama.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot rang out, and Captain Akiyama, who was roaring, froze, and his face was full of disbelief when he looked down and saw the bloody hole in his chest that had been hit by a bullet.

He reached out and touched the blood pouring out of his chest, and raised his eyes to see the Chinese soldiers hidden in the bushes on the hillside, unwilling to fall to the ground.

"There's a man on the hillside!"

"Chief Akiyama has been shot!"

……

The frightened little devil who was blown up by a burst of lightning fell into chaos again, some shouted bitterly, and some quickly lay down and raised their guns to shoot back.

Although the blacksmiths had only one platoon of brothers, they condescendingly lay in ambush on the hillside, suppressing the little devils who had suffered heavy losses at the bottom of the ditch.

Bullets scurried at the bottom of the ditch, stones burst out of a series of sparks, and although the little devils who were exposed to the shooting range fought back, and even tried to storm the hillside, they were all pressed back by the blacksmiths, leaving behind a corpse instead.

In the end, the devil squadron, which lost a captain, had to leave nearly a hundred corpses behind, and took the initiative to withdraw from the battle and withdraw from the ravine.