Although the dark night and the drizzle made the mountain road slippery and muddy, it also provided excellent cover for the brothers moving in the direction of the Golden Dragon Terrier. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of brothers quietly touched a ravine at the foot of the Golden Dragon Terrier Mountain and hid it, but the little devil on the mountain ridge did not notice it in the slightest.

The black mountains were as majestic as the beasts that stood tall, and the brothers looked up at the silent mountains, quietly hiding at the bottom of the ditch.

The deputy battalion commander wrapped the bayonet several times with a strip of cloth before hanging it in a convenient place, and the upside-down machine gun and bulging magazine made him feel inexplicably confident in his heart.

Thirty brethren of the commando team, all armed with bayonets, short guns, and grenades, and the rain trickled down the brim of their steel helmets, and they quietly clung to their weapons and ammunition as they made their final preparations.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, patted the old cigarette gun on the shoulder, and the old cigarette gun understood, and took the brothers he selected to touch it along the southeast corner of the mountain.

The heavy rain watered the mountain range, and the soil beneath his feet became soft and slippery, and the old smoking gun grabbed the bushes and grass with both hands, and silently climbed towards the mountain.

The brothers followed suit, most of them veterans of warfare, and tried not to make any movement as much as possible.

Fortunately, the sparse woods and lush shrubs provided them with excellent cover, and the light rain drowned out the noise of the occasional broken branches.

The devil built several machine gun bunkers on the mountain road in front of the Golden Dragon Terrier, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the bottom of the mountain.

Although the number of devils stationed in Jinlong Terrier and Zuoyunling is small, they can give fire support to the devils in the main position of Minshan at any time, which greatly threatens the flank of the attacking troops.

If they can take these devil strongholds now, it will greatly reduce the pressure on the frontal attacking troops, and at the same time, they will be able to rely on these mountains to gain a foothold.

The mountain breeze mixed with the drizzle and cool swishing, the old smoking guns were soaked, and the thin clothes stuck to their backs, and they also felt a trace of coolness.

They crept towards the top of the mountain, and the dark shadows were like ghosts.

The little devils probably didn't expect that in such bad weather, the old smoking guns would sneak over at night.

The little devils generally attack during the day and turn to defense at night, because their vision is limited at night, and their firepower advantage cannot be brought into play.

The next endless mountain rain made the little devils also suffer, and the old smokers followed the southeast corner until they reached the top of the mountain, only to find two devil sentries in raincoats leaning against a big tree and talking in small pieces.

The old smoking gun stopped behind a bush of swarthy bushes, patted the shoulders of the two brothers on the left and right, and made a neck groping motion at the two devil sentinels.

The two brothers understood, and went around behind the devil sentinels under the cover of the woods and darkness.

"Who!" One of the devils was alert, heard a strange noise in the darkness, and hurried to pick up the rifle that hung on his shoulder.

Before the devil sentry could finish speaking, a dark figure still burst out of the darkness beside him, and the glowing bayonet had already stabbed his neck with a thud.

A stream of warm blood gushed out from the bloody hole in the white flesh turned out, splashing the face of the other devil in front of him.

The devil was so frightened that he pulled his gun and was about to shout, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his big hand had reached out from behind him and covered his mouth, leaving only his whining voice.

A sharp bayonet sank into his back, and the bloody tip of the knife came out from the devil's body, and the devil struggled in severe pain, and soon his body slid down limply.

The two brothers simply dealt with the devil's sentinels, and although they made some noise, they were covered by the drizzle and mountain wind.

The old smoker saw that the brothers had succeeded, and without the slightest hesitation, he waved his big hand, straightened up and continued to touch it.

The brethren behind him were divided into groups of three, and they came out of the dark woods.

There were not many sentinels arranged by the devil troops on the periphery, and they were wiped by the old smoking guns, and they all wiped their necks by three times and five divided by two, so that they could touch the core position of the devils without danger.

However, there are a lot of devil soldiers stationed here, and there are ghost soldiers stationed in the trenches every other section, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun covered with a rain cloth is full of deterrence, so that the old smoking guns dare not act rashly, and they are hidden on the spot.

The three battalions led by Yang Ling took the lead, and the troops of the first battalion and the second battalion followed closely behind, opened the straggler line, and surged up towards the golden dragon terrier from the cover of the night and rain.

"Whoa—"

When Yang Ling and the others were about to approach the devil's position, a light swayed into the sky amid the whistling sound.

Under the miserable white light, the swarthy mountain trees suddenly became clear, and Yang Ling and the others, wearing steel helmets and holding bayonets, made the pupils of the devil's front sentry shrink extremely quickly.

"The people of China, the people of China attacked!"

A devil sentry screamed with horror on his face.

"Bang!" Yang Ling quickly pulled the gun on the leash, and the butt of the gun was pressed against the shoulder and pulled the trigger, the dull gunfire rang out, the devil staggered and fell to the ground, and the mournful shout stopped abruptly.

The dull sound of gunfire broke the silence of the rainy night, and countless projectiles flew towards the front machine gun position of the devil.

"Puff puff puff" The ghost soldiers who had just stood up and pounced on the machine guns appeared with countless blood holes all over their bodies, and they were unwillingly shot and fell down in the blood mist.

"Spread out! Rush up! With a wave of his hand, Yang Ling crossed the corpse of the devil who was still warm on the ground, and quickly led the team to rush towards the mountain.

Behind Yang Ling, heavy and dense footsteps sounded, and the brothers began to charge towards the mountain with all their strength, and the earth-shaking shouts swept through the mountain like a tsunami.

"Woo-woo-woo-" The devil's mournful siren suddenly exploded in the mountains.

The siren originally used by this devil for air defense has become an alarm device for army units in the event of enemy attacks because of its penetrating sound and ease of use.

The devil soldiers, who had slept deeply, came out of their tents one after another, and quickly rushed to the trenches under the reprimand of the officers, and halfway up the mountain, the dense gunfire and explosions one after another had already resounded.

"Hit!" The old smoking guns had already infiltrated the core position of the devils, and when they heard the gunshots under the mountain, they began to attack without hesitation.

At the same time as the old smoking gun shouted, he suddenly straightened up from the back of the bush, and pointed at the dozens of devils who came over with a shuttle of bullets.

The flower machine gun in his hand spewed out a barrage of bullets and swept into the gang of devil soldiers.

Behind him and the brothers also pulled the trigger and opened fire, and under the attack of this stormy fire, dozens of devils fell into the trench in an instant.

The old smoking guns rushed up in a row, and they were shot or nailed to the ground with a shot or a knife to the head of the undead devil soldiers, and they had fought a lot of battles with the devils, and they knew the cruelty of the devils, so they were not soft.

The ghost soldier's reaction speed was very fast, and the devil machine gun caught on a ridge saw the Chinese soldier who suddenly drilled out, and quickly swept a shuttle of bullets, hitting the ground with a splash of mud.

The old smoking gun rolled and dodged, and raised his hand to throw a grenade.

"Boom-" The flames of the explosion mixed with the smoke of gunpowder rose up, and the devil machine gunner let out a wail, and was swept away by the blast of air.

"Spread out and attack with all your might!"

The old smoking gun changed its magazine, greeted the brothers, divided into countless small strands of arrows, and plunged into the deep position of the devil.

Although the barge guns in the hands of the brothers did not have a long range, fortunately, the rate of fire was fast, and they were concentrated and strafed together, and the fire was dense so that the devils had no time to react.

The devil's position is like a leaky sieve, and they have torn countless holes by the old smoking gun, although the devil's rifle is accurate, but the speed is slow, and Xi Shu's firepower can't stop the wolf-like old smoking gun at all.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

But the devil soldiers are well-trained, and although they are surrounded by a pot of porridge, they still shoot in an orderly half-squat.

As soon as the brothers blew up a heavy machine gun, they rushed forward when a volley of bullets swept through the darkness, and four or five brothers rolled down with blood all over.

"Fuck!" The old cigarette gun cursed, a shuttle of bullets passed, and the brothers threw grenades.

Those half-crouching devil soldiers who were shooting were suddenly blown to the ground, and when the old smoking guns rushed over, only the ones with broken legs were still twitching and moaning on the ground.

Dense gunfire rang out throughout the mountain, and light machine guns were firing frantically, and the mutilations thrown into the sky in the light of the rumbling explosions were clearly visible.