Rumble!

The violent roar was deafening, and the huge mushroom cloud was like a firework blooming on the defenders' positions, and the rising smoke and dust enveloped the entire position, and the overwhelming waves of air swept away, and the running remnants were violently swept to the ground, and the wails were drowned in the rumbling cannon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The position was violently trembling, the sky was full of mud and mist, and sharp explosives were flying wantonly in the air, and then fiercely embedded in the human body, and the blood was rushing.

The rudimentary command post of the battalion headquarters was hit by a shell and then burst open, the planks were torn to pieces and flew into the air, and then fell heavily, and the rudimentary walls creaked and could no longer withstand the tremors and collapsed.

"Squat! Don't lie on your stomach! Yang Ling was roaring violently, but his voice was soon drowned out by the violent explosion, his ears were full of roar, he couldn't hear anything, and the splattered mud and sand hit his face with blood.

In the face of the bombardment of 150 mm heavy artillery, everything will be reduced to powder, and any flesh and blood will be, and it will be torn to pieces in an instant.

The remnants were screaming in terror, they ran and then were thrown into the trenches by the real shock, and fear that had never been seen before gripped them, but the devil's heavy artillery ran after their butts as if they had eyes.

The shells continued to explode around him, Luo Dayong's body trembled, even in the face of the devil's sharp bayonet, he had never felt such fear, damn, this is simply not something that people can resist, heavy artillery bombardment, everything will be torn apart.

The sandbags of the positions were blown up, the trenches collapsed, and piles of corpses were blown into the sky of minced flesh and blood, and then fell and shells fell and were blown up again, as if they did not turn the position into ashes, they were not reconciled.

The 150-millimeter heavy artillery was pouring shells on the positions of the 18th Division, roaring violently, and the entire positions of the 18th Division were torn apart over and over again, and huge craters appeared one after another.

The position had become a mess, the grass was burning, and the dirt had turned blackened with sharp explosives.

The choking smoke poured into Yang Ling's internal organs, making his heart like a fire, he gasped violently, and then inhaled more gunsmoke, his ears were full of buzzing roars, his eardrums were shattered, and blood flowed out.

As the leader of the Falcon Squadron of the Republic, Yang Ling has carried out countless missions, but most of them are special operations, small-scale operations, and the powerful weapons are nothing more than bazookas.

However, this is the devil's heavy artillery, bombarded like a sea of mountains, and the land that stretches for two or three miles is scorched earth, and the strength of the individual is completely negligible under such a fierce blow.

The devil's heavy artillery is still stretching and bombarding, and the remnants are like frightened rabbits jumping and running, falling to the ground and being torn to pieces, this is the real war, a war full of cruel gunsmoke.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a long century, the tremor of the earth finally stopped, the rumbling sound finally stopped, the gunsmoke-filled position had been ploughed by heavy artillery, and the fluffy new soil mixed with stumps and broken arms fell into a dead silence.

The position of the entire 18th Division has become a ruin, and the supervising team hiding behind looked at the battlefield that fell into a dead silence in front of them, and the captain of the supervising team, Sun Youcai, slammed his fist on the ground, his face full of anger: "Damn! Grass you grandma's little devil! ”

"Sir, the devil is here!" The soldiers of the Inspectorate pointed to the smoke in the distance, and a large number of devils wearing steel helmets and holding bayonet guns were pressing down on the position in the dark.

"Da Da Da!" On the left side of the 18th Division's position, the sound of Czech light machine guns rang out, and the battered survivors pulled the trigger alone,

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the soldier's body, leaving a bloody hole in his chest, and the roar of the Czech-style machine gun stopped, and the surviving machine gunners fell to the ground feebly.

"Chief Sun, what should we do?" Looking at the devils approaching the front position, the soldiers of the Overseer Team who were hiding behind looked at their commander Sun Youcai, the muscles on their faces twitched, full of fear and fear.

"Brethren! The brothers of the Eighteenth Division are dead, and now it's time for us to go! Sun Youcai tore off the inlaid blue sky and white sun badge and slammed it to the ground, pulled out the Wang Ba box on his waist and roared hoarsely.

"Chief Sun, we're just the Overseer......" Some Overseer soldiers were a little frightened and opened their mouths to try to stop their commander's crazy behavior.

"Are you fucking Chinese, if you are a master, give it to Lao Tzu!" Sun Youcai ran and grabbed the collar of the Overseer soldier and roared angrily.

The collar of the Overseer soldier was grabbed by Sun Youcai, his throat was suppressed, his face was red because of his poor breathing, he had never seen his commander so angry, and his legs were weak.

Sun Youcai looked at the soldier who was pinched in his hand and couldn't breathe, let go of his hand, and the soldier rolled to the ground, coughing violently.

Sun Youcai ripped off the logo of the Overseer on his cuffs and shouted at dozens of soldiers of the Overseer: "Brothers! We are the Overseers, and the men of the 18th Division treat us like brutes, they are fighting to the death in front, and we are holding guns against their backs in the back! ”

"Now the men of the Eighteenth Division are dead! Our task of supervising the team has also been completed, and now there is a kind of Chinese who is just like Lao Tzu! Go kill the little devils! ”

"Kill the little devil!" The Overseer soldiers tore off their cuffs and threw them on the ground, roaring as they rushed to the dead silence in front of them, the little devils who were pounced.

The dead silence of the battlefield once again erupted in the sound of gunfire, and the Overseers, who had replaced the men of the 18th Division, began to defend the positions that had been almost razed to the ground, bullets whizzing through the air.

The Devil Soldiers, who were lunging towards the defenders' positions, hurriedly lay down and began to pull the bolts of their guns to shoot, their accurate shots causing many Overseers to burst into bloody heads and roll to the ground, but the Overseers did not retreat.

Yang Ling was stunned, he lifted the fluffy dirt covering his body, stood up, and the distant = dense gunfire reached his ears, and the roar in his ears disappeared.

He saw Sun Youcai, the captain of the overseer who was roaring and shooting, the captain of the overseer who liked to be cheap was leading people to guard the position at the moment, and the devil's grenadier began to bombard, and the position was covered with mud and mist again, and someone was blown away.

"And those who are panting, get up and beat the devil for me!" Yang Ling puffed up his voice and yelled towards the almost flat position, without any response.

Yang Ling's mood was heavy, he grabbed the red tassel broadsword that had popped out of the gap, and walked towards the forward position where the battle was raging, and the limping figure was extremely lonely in the smoke of gunpowder.

More and more clay figurines stood up from the rubble, some of them only had two eyes left to see clearly, their hats were gone, their clothes were broken, but they were still alive, like zombies, following Yang Ling, facing the little devil.