The roar of the devil's plane was far away, and only loud cursing and painful howls remained in the position, and the soldiers of the supplementary company got up from the trenches unkempt, covered in mud and falling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Grass, you grandma's little devil!" The gray military uniform on Luo Dayong's body could no longer be seen in its original color, and it was covered with dust, except for the stones that were swept by the air waves and slashed his arm through a groove.

Yang Ling's gaze swept over the position, and saw the familiar people crawling out of the trench one by one scolding, fighting side by side for so long, they had already formed a relationship behind them, and they were a little relieved to see that they were fine.

But then Yang Ling's face became solemn again, although these people were fine, but only seventy or eighty of the original more than one hundred and twenty remnants could stand up now, and the rest were either buried in the trenches or torn apart by the devil's bombs.

"Hurry up and rescue the wounded, check the weapons and ammunition, the devil is about to come up." Yang Ling took a deep breath and shouted orders.

Although he had long expected the matter of the dead, after all, he was never merciful, but when he saw more than thirty mutilated cloth=incomplete corpses dug out of the soil, his heart still twitched slightly.

Little devil, this is a blood feud, a good living person has now turned into a cold corpse in such an instant, but Yang Ling has no time to grieve, because he knows that the more brutal battle has not yet begun, it is just the bombing of the devil's plane.

"Brother Yang, the devil is here!"

The second stunned man shouted warning at Yang Ling.

Countless devils wearing khaki uniforms and steel helmets began to attack the position of the 18th Division with bayonet guns after the bombing of the plane, and there was a squadron of more than 200 people rushing towards Yang Ling's flank position, and they were striding towards this side at this moment.

"Prepare for battle!" Yang Ling picked up the captured devil's 38 big cover rifle in his hand, jumped into the back of a sandbag, and then aimed the muzzle of the black hole at the devil.

Just been bombed by the devil's plane, dozens of people died, and the remnants of the soldiers were all red-eyed and looking for cover, holding their breath and waiting for the little devil to approach.

The devils jumped in front of the potholed position, covering each other and rushing towards the position alternately, and Yang Ling's pupils could see their hideous faces and bayonets shining with white light.

Yang Ling tried his best to adjust his breathing to make him as steady as possible, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the devil who was jumping forward in the ruins, and finally stopped at a tall devil.

Bang!

Yang Ling's index finger bent and pulled the trigger, and the high-speed rotating bullet instantly sank into the devil's temple, and a large cloud of bright red things gushed out, the devil's body was stunned, and then fell straight into a crater.

Seeing Yang Ling shooting, the rest of the remnants also pulled the trigger with anger on their faces, and a row of bullets beckoned towards the little devils, and the bodies of the few devils running in front were hit by the bullets and burst out of a cloud of blood mist, and then fell to the ground on their backs.

On the position, three light machine guns formed a dead rain of bullets from three directions, and the battle suddenly began.

The little devil was like a frightened rabbit, and immediately lay down on the spot or half-crouched and began to aim and counterattack, bullets flew in the air, sandbags were beaten, and clouds of mud and mist were raised.

The devil's machine gun also began to roar, like a locust bullet beckoning towards Yang Ling's position, blood was splattering, and screams came one after another.

"Boom!" The grenadiers hiding behind the devils also began to roar, the sandbag bunkers on the positions were constantly blown away, explosions everywhere, bullets whistling everywhere.

"Little devil! Go to hell! The old smoking gun lay on the ground, constantly pulling the trigger, and cursing in his mouth.

The remnants roared and shot as if they were going to pour out all the anger in their hearts through bullets.

The devils were also screaming and swooping towards their position, throwing their grenades at the side of the position from time to time, and the whole position was shrouded in a cloud of gunsmoke.

Yang Ling felt a warmth on his face, and looked sideways at the remnant soldier lying next to him who had been hit in the head by the devil, and his brain was already hanging weakly in the dirt.

Yang Ling was very angry in his heart, and kept pulling the bolt of the gun, shooting angry bullets at the devils, but their firepower density was too weak, and the devils were already approaching them.

"Two stunned! Two stunned! The old smoker suddenly howled like a wolf.

Yang Ling raised his eyes and saw that the second stunned man who had always been used by himself as a sentry had been knocked to the ground by the devil's grenade at the moment, his nose and mouth were all bleeding outward, his body was trembling, and streams of blood came out of his mouth.

"Boom!" One of the machine guns was hit by a grenade from the devil and suddenly fell silent, and the other remnant immediately roared and stood up from it with the machine gun in his arms.

Da-da-da-da!

The remnant's body trembled from the huge recoil of the machine gun, and before he could finish a magazine, a locust-like bullet had already hit his body, and blood splashed, and he finally fell unwillingly, and another remnant rushed forward.

"Grenade! Throw a grenade at Lao Tzu! Yang Ling killed the five devils with five bullets, and before he had time to press the bullets into the gun, he grabbed the wooden-handled grenade next to him and pulled the string, and the white eyes of Zizi popped out.

The wooden-handled grenade spun and fell at the feet of the three devils who rushed to the front, and the devils saw the grenade falling under their feet emitting white smoke, and screamed in horror and was immediately blown away.

Countless wooden-handled grenades were thrown at the devils, exploding pieces flew sideways, and the roars of the remnants of the soldiers were everywhere, mixed with the whistling of bullets, and the devils were constantly blown away.

But Yang Ling's position was also bombarded by the devil's grenadiers, and there was gunsmoke everywhere, and the splattered mud and sand hit the hot pain on the face.

Before the smoke dissipated, the devil had already rushed to Yang Ling's position with a sharp bayonet, and a remnant soldier who was lying on the ground before he had time to stand up was directly stabbed to death, blood gushing out from his back.

"Little devil! Grass you grandma! Seeing the little devil screaming in front of him, Luo Dayong directly used the machine gun in his hand as a burning stick and smashed it into the devil's head.

With a bang, the machine gun smashed on the little devil's head, and the little devil's steel helmet flew out directly, and the little devil also let out a terrible howl and fell to the ground.

The two devils pounced on Yang Ling with hideous faces, Yang Ling pulled the bolt of the gun and shot at the devil who pounced, the bullet pierced a bloody hole in the chest of one of the devils, and the other devil screamed and pounced.

Poof! Yang Ling didn't dodge or dodge, he directly poked forward with the bayonet, and the devil's bayonet grazed his arm, but his bayonet had already emerged from the devil's back, and the devil was pierced in half.