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Zhang Handuo, the regiment commander with a mud-colored face, stood in the humble command post, holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield where he shouted to kill the sky, and he also became fanatical.

"Good! It's to kill the little devil ruthlessly, kill it ruthlessly! The corners of Zhang Handuo's mouth were chapped like thick cocoons, and the words that came out of his mouth became murderous.

Yang Ling's gaze passed through the main trench on the front line full of corpses, watching hundreds of little devils retreat in embarrassment, and he had to call a good word to these desperate brothers.

In the past, in the face of the elite troops of the devils, the Chinese army, which was superior in numbers, collapsed like sand, lost countless cities, and handed over a large area of land to the little devils.

The tragic war and the dripping blood finally made the brothers grow up, and they have become as fierce as the little devils, and they will never let the little devils do whatever they want in the land of the Chinese.

They are worthy of the heroic Chinese army, they are not ashamed of their military uniforms, they can also beat the little devils to the head of the mouse, and kill the little devils with fear.

"Let the brethren withdraw." Seeing that the brothers drove the little devils out of the position, Yang Ling was worried that the brothers would suffer losses, and suggested to the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo.

Although Zhang Handuo was happy to repel the little devil again, he also knew the insidiousness of the little devil, in the past, they didn't know the depth, and chased the defeated little devil wildly.

In the end, he crashed headlong into the range of the little devil's blocking fire, and in the face of the stormy bullets around him, the brothers suffered heavy casualties.

How many hot-blooded men died in vain on the way to pursue, so they turned around and ordered: "Let the brothers withdraw, don't pursue." ”

The disgraced herald hurriedly turned around and called the front-line trenches, but before the call could be made, the overwhelming shells smashed into the face again.

When the red-eyed brothers heard a shrill whistling in the air, they felt bad and turned around and ran back in embarrassment amid the low shouts and curses of the officers.

But where could their legs run past the devil's cannonballs, many brothers were thrown high into the sky with screams, and the sky was covered with black and red blood mist.

The brethren were blown over, and they were swept back by the devil's shells, and threw themselves into the trenches like dumplings in a pot, and the blast wave of rubble and flesh poured into the trenches.

The devils also made a bloody investment, and their two ferocious attacks were repulsed, and this time the shelling carried anger and roar, and it seemed that the mountains would not stop.

The brothers who were still alive went into the tunnel, gasping for breath, looking at each other's bloody and muddy cheeks, grinning.

With this tunnel that Yang Ling ordered them to dig, even if the little devil blew up the outside, they would be unharmed, and they wished that the devil would waste ammunition.

The artillery fire of the little devils once again carried out a carpet bombardment of the mountain, and the fierce artillery fire was really a plough and a hole, and the whole mountain was crumbling.

The brothers hid in the tunnels and listened to the deafening sound of artillery outside, laughing and laughing and slapping as if they were on a brutal battlefield, except for the foul smell of the shattered corpses outside, which made them curse outside from time to time.

The commander of the devil, Ichiro Ono, had already lost hundreds of elite soldiers, and his face was as gloomy as he looked at the almost bare and scorched mountains.

"Your Excellency, the Captain, the people of China have dug tunnels in the mountains, and they have all gone into the tunnels."

The devil lieutenant with his head wrapped in thick blood-red gauze stood straight in front of Ichiro Ono, pointing to the mountains where the smoke and dust of the explosions were constantly rising, gritting his teeth with hatred.

His troops almost attacked twice, but the cunning soldiers of China always came out of the ground like ghosts, beating them to the ground, which made him feel aggrieved and angry.

After hearing the lieutenant's report, Ono Ichiro finally understood why the carpet artillery fire had blown all the vegetation on the hill to pieces, while the Chinese defenders still maintained their strong combat effectiveness.

Looking at the defenders' positions with roaring artillery fire, Ichiro Ono's face was full of hideous madness: "Pass my order, change to special ammunition bombardment!" ”

"Your Excellency, Captain... Do you really want to change special ammunition? When the lieutenant heard Ichiro Ono's order, he was visibly stunned, and then confirmed again.

As an experienced officer, the lieutenant clearly knows the power of special ammunition, and only needs to shoot a few at the mountain, not to mention the Chinese soldiers hiding in the underground tunnel, and the entire mountain will become a death prison.

Enraged by the heavy casualties, Ichiro Ono wanted to give the most violent revenge to the Chinese soldiers guarding the ridge: "Execute the order!" ”

"Hey!" The lieutenant bowed heavily, looking at the burning mountain, and his face was full of bloodthirsty fanaticism, he knew that the people of China were finished.

"Tom-tom-"

Soon, special shells whizzed down on the scorched earth mountains, but this time there was no earth-shattering explosion.

The shells that landed on the ground rolled down the trenches like stink bombs, and sticky and thick yellow smoke began to emerge from the middle of the corpses.

"Has the devil's cannon stopped?" The second battalion commander Chen Ming's ears were roaring, and there was temporary deafness, and he shook the brother next to him and asked loudly.

The brother next to him glanced out and exclaimed, "It seems to have stopped!" ”

Chen Ming grabbed the shell gun and stood up, and roared: "Brothers, go out and get ready to fight!" ”

The brethren have long understood the dull offensive tactics of the little devils, that is, artillery bombardment, infantry rushing, infantry retreating, artillery bombardment again.

Although the tactics of the devils are dull, the Chinese army with inferior equipment often cannot withstand a few rounds and will collapse due to huge casualties, which is why the little devils are unscrupulous on the land of the Chinese.

The Chinese army shoulders the responsibility of defending the homeland and defending the country, most of the time it needs to cover the evacuation of the people, and it needs to hold on to the city for every inch of land, which provides an opportunity for the little devils to implement this tactic, which is why the Chinese army has always been in a state of passive defense and defeat.

The surviving brethren climbed out of the tunnel again amid the shouts of the officers, and as they prepared for battle, they also spotted the yellow smoke that filled the position.

"Ahem—" Some of the brothers approached the smoke, felt their throats extremely dry, and coughed violently while clutching their necks.

Soon more brothers were also shrouded in smoke, and one by one they twitched and rolled to the ground, as if they were enchanted, clasped their faces, eyes, and coughed up black blood......

"Retreat! All to Lao Tzu to retreat, this smoke is weird! ”

The brothers had never encountered this situation in previous battles, and the battalion commander Chen Ming looked at the smoke that was coming, and led the brothers to turn around and run towards the mountain, trying to escape from the demonic smoke screen.

But the smoke filled quickly, and the running brothers kept falling like stakes, Chen Ming turned to look, and many of the brothers' faces began to fester, black blood flowed from their eyes, and he felt his scalp tingle.

Yang Ling and the others had been paying attention to the battlefield in front of them, and after the devil's shelling was over, they immediately drilled out and prepared to command the battle.

Because they were standing close to the top of the mountain, the smoke had not yet filled over, and seeing those brothers who were constantly falling down in the smoke, Yang Ling's face changed wildly.

"Fuck, it's the poison gas of the little devils!" Yang Ling angrily smashed his fist on the ammunition box.

"Quick, everybody wet the strip of cloth with a damp cloth, don't inhale that yellow smoke!" Yang Ling was also anxious, and yelled at the herald next to him.

The old smoker heard Yang Ling's shout, and saw the brothers over there falling down in the smoke one by one and convulsing in pain, which made him shudder.

The brothers panicked, untied the kettle and poured water, some poured water to cool the machine guns, and some began to take off their pants and prepare to pee.