A trembling explosion thundered like thunder on the hilltop, and the bushes and grass on the hilltop were swept away by the devastating and ferocious shelling, revealing the scorched earth with green smoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blast wave of the violent explosion swept through the mud and debris in all directions, and the mountain was shrouded in a thick layer of black gunsmoke, and the scorching air wave was suffocating.

"Ahem......"

Thick smoke mixed with mud and sand poured into the anti-artillery trenches at the back of the hillside, choking the brothers and coughing and sneezing.

Looking at the crumbling hilltop position under the cover of ferocious artillery fire, the corners of Ono Ichiro Nakasa's mouth, wearing a brand-new military uniform, rose slightly, evoking a sneer.

No matter how strong the Chinese army on the hill is, in his eyes, it is just a group of local chickens and dogs, which will be turned into powder in his artillery fire, and it will be impossible to escape the end of annihilation.

"Koi-kun, I order you to take down the position of the Shina people and teach His Excellency Mori Shigenaka how to fight."

Ichiro Ono, who was full of smugness, pointed to Mori Shigechusa, who was standing in the rear position and watched the battle, and ordered a captain with a meaty face beside him.

Captain Koi, who had a meaty face, glanced at Mori Shigenakasa, who was expressionless not far away, with a look of disdain on his face.

Although Mori Shige's rank was higher than him, he was beaten to the ground this time, and for Koi, the person who lost the face of the Great Japanese Imperial Army did not deserve respect.

"Your Excellency Zhongzuo, don't worry, I will personally take down the head of the commander of the people and come back!"

Captain Koi looked at the smoky and dusty mountain, his face full of flesh was full of ferocity, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty fanaticism.

As a belligerent young Zhuang officer, Captain Koi never took the weak Chinese army into account.

"Go—"

Seeing the high self-confidence of his subordinates, Ono Ichiro's face was also full of pride, brave and belligerent people are worthy of being his subordinates.

Captain Koi bowed heavily to Ichiro Nakasa, and then strode towards his squadron with his head held high.

"Attack!!"

Captain Koi pulled out his shiny saber and swung it down the hill.

The nearly 200 devil soldiers hidden in a ditch were like dormant beasts, and when they heard the sound, they quickly climbed out of the ditch and leaped towards the mountain covered in gunsmoke with their bright bayonets.

The bombshells and shells dropped by the devil's plane shaved off the entire hill in a layer, and most of the camouflage fortifications built were destroyed.

However, most of the three battalions of Yang Ling, who were hiding in the anti-slope trench a hundred meters behind, were unscathed, except for a few brothers who were scratched by flying explosives.

The brothers were able to escape the attack of the devil's artillery alive, and their hearts were full of gratitude to their commander Yang Ling.

If, according to the previous situation of defensive warfare, the two sides have not exchanged fire, the brothers will have to lose most of them under the fierce fire of the devils.

But this time, because of the construction of anti-slope trenches relying on the mountains, the devil's bombardment and artillery bombardment were not effective, and they looked extremely ferocious, but in fact, the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and most of them failed.

"Phew, little devil, I want to blow up your grandfather and me, no way-"

The brothers watched the mountain explode lively, pulling their sleeves and fanning the smoke of gunpowder, while talking and laughing happily, completely devoid of the heavy and oppressive atmosphere before the war.

In the past, the nightmarish pre-war artillery bombardment, because of Yang Ling's existence, has now become a kind of self-entertainment for the little devil to waste ammunition, and the brothers wish he would continue to bombard.

"The companies are in position, and the little devils are coming up!"

Yang Ling had been paying close attention to the artillery bombardment on the mountain, and when he heard that the artillery had stopped, he immediately urged the brothers to hurry into the position.

Although the anti-slope trenches can prevent the brothers from being directly exposed to the artillery fire of the devils, reducing the casualties of the brothers.

But there is also a disadvantage to the anticline trench, that is, the position of the ridge line at the top of the mountain is very important, once the little devil occupies the position of the ridgeline.

Then the trench built on the hillside behind will be directly exposed to the guns of the little devils, and then it will be a cocoon.

Therefore, in order for the anti-slope trench to play a role, in addition to dodging the artillery, it is necessary to firmly control the position of the ridgeline.

"Brethren! Hurry up! As soon as the artillery fire stopped, even the platoon commanders roared, and the brothers climbed out of the trenches and ran down the gentle slope to the top of the hill.

On the other side of the hill, the nearly 200 devils commanded by Captain Koi were also divided into several charging arrows, jumping over the obstacles of the rocks and shrubs, and quickly pounced on the mountain.

However, the brothers' anti-slope trench was only more than 100 meters away from the mountain, but the devil had to make a feint from the bottom of the ditch on the other side, so it was doomed to the tragedy of the devil.

The brethren rushed up the hill panting, and quickly rushed forward into the foxhole that had been built earlier, and lay down in the hidden crater, and without panting, hurriedly put their rifles on their shoulders, and condescendingly aimed at the devil.

The light machine gunners of each company also rushed to the preset machine gun position, and the machine guns were also set up.

Yang Ling also lay down in the crater, cautiously poked out half of his head, and glanced down the mountain, the hillside was crowded with people, and a large number of devils wearing cold steel helmets were pouring up the mountain like a tide.

Estimating that the devil had only one squadron of nearly two hundred people, Yang Ling said to the herald beside him: "Pass the word, put the devil thirty meters and then fight!" ”

"Put the devil thirty meters and then fight ......" The brothers passed on ten, ten to hundred, and soon the order reached the positions of the companies.

"Wang Zikun-" Yang Ling beckoned to Wang Zikun, the temporary platoon commander of the sniper platoon lying not far from him.

Wang Zikun grabbed the gun, and ran to Yang Ling's side with his waist down: "Deputy regiment, what's the matter?" ”

Yang Ling pointed to the grenadiers behind the devil's attack force and ordered: "Your task is to be responsible for knocking out those grenadiers behind, is there a problem?" ”

A squadron of devils has at least nine grenadier groups, and they are always behind the charging infantry, which is very obscene, and it is not ordinarily difficult to knock them out.

Wang Zikun's face showed embarrassment: "Deputy regiment, can you transfer our grenadier group to me?" Otherwise, I'm not sure. ”

The deputy battalion commander took advantage of the devil's inattention, and came back with two devils' grenadiers and a few boxes of grenades from under the devil's nose.

After thinking for a few seconds, Yang Ling said solemnly: "I need a grenadier when it is critical, and I can only give you one." ”

"Yes!"

Although he only got a grenadier, Wang Zikun was still very happy, and with the sharpshooters in their platoon, it should be possible to suppress the grenadiers of the devil.

"You guys, come with me—"

Wang Zikun ordered two improvised grenadiers to carry grenades and go to the flank of the hillside.

After Yang Ling finished giving the order, the little devil had already rushed to a position that was only more than a hundred meters away from the mountain.

The slope of the hill is not very steep, but it is covered with bushes and gravel, which greatly affects the speed of the little devil's ascent.

The brothers who were lying quietly on the hill could clearly see the hideous and ugly face of the little devil, and the hearts of many brothers began to pound.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The little devil's covering infantry began to fire their guns indiscriminately towards the hill and conduct fire reconnaissance.

Although they felt that there should not be much left of the defenders under the bombardment of aircraft and artillery fire, they still opened fire as usual.

Bullets whizzed down the hill and sent mud and dust to the top of the mountain, but more bullets were high up in the sky along the ridgeline, and did not pose much threat to the brothers hidden behind the ridgeline.

Most of the brothers were veterans of the dead life, and they remained calm in the face of these bullets flying around their scalps.

If it is those recruits, I am afraid that they can't help but tremble when they hear the gun, and they can't really fight and can't exert much combat effectiveness, this is the difference between veterans and recruits.