The devil infantry surged up the mountain in great strides, and the palms of the brothers guarding the trenches were sweating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With several clouds of explosion smoke drifting by, Lu Xing, the commander of a battalion in the front-line trenches, saw that the little devil had approached a distance of 100 meters.

"Brethren! Beat! Lu Xing exerted all his strength, burst into a shout, and gave the order to attack.

"Little devil, go die!" The heavy machine gunner, hidden in the trench, quickly straightened up, grasped the heavy machine gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The furious heavy machine guns opened fire violently, and a rain of bullets immediately enveloped the devil.

"Ahh

"Poof!"

The little devil who was jumping towards the mountain on the cat's waist was like a blow to the head, and in the flying blood mist, he cut wheat and threw down a large piece.

The sound of gunfire was an order, and the five heavy machine guns and more than a dozen light machine guns arranged on the front line fired in unison with more than 300 79 rifles, and the water-like bullets built an impermeable firepower network, cutting off the little devil's waist.

Blood splattered, screaming and wailing one after another, and the little devils who charged on the front line fell down a large area under the fierce fire attack, and many of them rolled down the ravine with wails.

Onoichiro's heart fluttered when he heard the roaring sound of the heavy machine gun, and he saw the soldiers in front of him being harvested in unison, and his ruthless facial muscles twitched fiercely.

He was very puzzled, under the cover of such fierce artillery fire, why did the Chinese army stationed on the hill still have such strong firepower?

But now he can't think about it anymore, the arrow is on the string, and he can't take it back.

"Charge! Rush up! Ono roared as he brandished his saber.

The devils who had fallen to the ground and fired back at the hill got up again, and began to charge with bayonets and screaming.

The little devil's marksmanship is extremely accurate, turning to shoot with light and heavy machine guns with ferocious firepower.

"Poof!" A bomber had just fed the bullet into the bolt when a bullet flew right in the center of his eyebrow, causing a burst of blood to burst out of the back of his head, and his head fell into the trench.

"Here's a bombardier!" Seeing that his bombier was killed by the devils, the heavy machine gunner shouted hoarsely.

But before he could say anything, the devil grenadiers, who had already come up, fired a few grenades, and the heavy machine-gun position was covered with a rumbling explosion.

The roaring heavy machine gun was blown up in the explosion, and when it fell, it was already a pile of scrap metal, and the machine gunner was scorched and flew out without moving.

Scorching bullets flew all over the hills, causing the dirt and turf to tumble and splash, and the air soon filled the air with a heavy smell of blood.

In the face of the ferocious fire of the light and heavy machine guns on the position, the first wave of devils who rushed up were all overturned, but the devils behind rushed up with red eyes and did not die.

But the good times did not last long, and the light and heavy machine guns on the position soon attracted the care of the devil's grenadiers, and the grenades continued to destroy these machine gun positions, and the firepower of the light and heavy machine guns quickly thinned out.

"Pay attention to the transfer, don't be targeted!" Seeing that there was not much left of the light and heavy machine guns being bombarded by the grenadiers, Lu Xing, the disgraced battalion commander, shouted for them to move and shoot.

Although Yang Ling had trained the brothers, they used up a magazine to change places, so as not to be greeted by the opponent's grenadiers.

But on this battlefield like a rain of bullets, the little devils rushed up frantically, and they could still take care of the transfer.

Now I heard the reminder of the battalion commander Lu Xing, so I took the hot machine gun and shot a shuttle to change places.

However, shooting in motion greatly affected the frequency of machine gun firing, and the light machine gun was easy to say, but the heavy machine gun was dumb fire, and the range of fire in front of the face could not be taken care of by the sparse rifle at all.

The little devil is also shrewd like the monkey, lying on the ground to hide when the machine gun sounds, and as soon as the machine gun stops, he immediately rushes forward, constantly approaching the position.

One brother ran out of bullets, grabbed a grenade and threw it.

With a loud bang, in the smoke of gunpowder, a devil rolled down the ravine with a whirl.

But before the brother could rejoice, two black grenades rolled at his feet, smoking from them.

"Little devil, my ancestor is your ancestor!" The brother was blown away in a curse, and the shock wave of the explosion sent smoke and dust into the sky.

Although the brothers of the first battalion led by Lu Xing fought fiercely, the little devils were also ruthless and attacked the mountain desperately.

Their grenadiers were like they had eyes, and in less than ten minutes all the heavy machine guns on the position were blown up, so angry that Lu Xing cursed again and again but was helpless.

These heavy machine guns were snatched from the little devils last night, and before they could be warmed up, they turned into scrap metal again.

"Hit! Give Lao Tzu a hard beating! Lu Xing roared loudly.

In fact, the brothers did not need to be instructed, and they were all shooting bullets as fast as they could, trying to block the little devils who rushed up, but they lost the fire of the heavy machine guns, and the pressure on them increased sharply.

The gunfire on the top of the Golden Dragon Terrier Mountain was dense and violent, and it was also a pot of porridge on the surrounding hills, and the gunshots like thunderbolts and beans resounded in the lofty mountains, shaking the birds and beasts to scatter and flee.

"Wang Huzi, let your grenadiers blow up the devil's grenadiers for me!" Watching the little devil's grenadiers bombarding the brothers unscrupulously, the corners of Yang Ling's mouth flashed a hideous color.

Yang Ling and the others captured a lot of devils' grenadiers in the night battle last night, and now is the time to put them into use.

After receiving the order, Wang Huzi quickly let the two grenadier squads move through the communication trench to the flank of the first battalion, set up the grenadiers and began to bombard the devil's grenadiers.

The devil's grenadiers were so arrogant that they hid behind the infantry thinking that no one could cure them.

But when the grenade landed around them, causing them to roll on their backs, they realized the danger and wanted to step back a little.

Yang Ling's grenadiers are not as high as the tactical literacy of the devil grenadiers, they have only undergone simple training, but their advantage is that they capture the devil's grenades anyway, since the accuracy is not enough, so the density is to make up.

These brothers who operated the grenadiers threw grenades at the devil one by one, and the explosion made the devil grenadier cry and cry for his mother.

"Fuck, these losers." Seeing that his own grenadiers were wasting grenades like they didn't want money, Wang Hu, who was in the third-line trenches, jumped to his feet in anger.

Lu Xing The devils in front of them were fighting more and more, and the devil's light machine gun was also set up to their eyelids, and the bullets were swishing like the wind, so that they could barely raise their heads.

However, with the support of the grenadiers and the indiscriminate bombing, a large number of devil soldiers who were pressed in front of the position suffered.

If the brothers who operated the grenadiers were on good marks, they must have exploded the machine guns and other fierce firepower first, but as soon as they bombed indiscriminately, no one knew whether the grenades would fall on their heads, which made the devil infantry tremble.

"Brethren, grenades, greet, press the devil down!" With the help of the grenadiers, Lu Xing and their pressure was reduced slightly, and they were at least able to raise their heads.

The brethren also understood, and the smoke-filled grenades rained down on the devils.

For a while, there were rocks flying on the hillside, and the little devil who rushed to the front was blown up and killed a large area, so angry that Ono Ichiro, who was commanding behind, turned pale.

The devil's first attack was retreated by fierce resistance from the brethren, leaving at least a hundred corpses on the hillside.

Seeing that the devil was repulsed, the brothers let out an earth-shattering cheer.

The brothers fought happily, but Ono Ichiro's face sank because it was the Type 92 heavy machine gun and their grenadiers that repelled them, and he had cursed the dead squadron leader a thousand times in his heart.

But the brigade commander Maruyama Masao will not listen to his explanation, and the brigade commander will only ask for one result.

The unwilling Ono Ichiro had to send a new squadron to replace the troops with heavy losses, regroup and attack again, with the intention of not giving up if he did not take the Golden Dragon Terrier.