Hundreds of devil soldiers wearing gas masks, armed with rifles with bayonets, burrowed into the smoke that obscured their vision, and in this smoke there were many bloodied corpses. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The brothers who had struggled to crawl in pools of blood were dying, but the instinct to survive made them want to crawl out of hell and live.

The heavy footsteps of the devil soldiers rang in the ears of these dying brethren, who saw the ugly masks and low-hanging bayonets in their bloody eyes.

"Pss

"Ahh

Lower-hanging bayonets continued to sink into the convulsive and groaning bodies, and the brief cries of pain came to an abrupt end.

The devil soldiers silently advanced towards the top of the hill, their bayonets hanging under their guns dripping with blood, they waded through the blood, killing without the slightest mercy.

Under the cover of such poisonous gas, even if the Chinese soldiers are brave and tenacious, it is difficult to survive, and the main task of the devil soldiers is to solve those fish that have slipped through the net.

For the devils, the battle was already in the final stage, and looking at the dying Chinese soldiers, they judged that the Chinese defenders had lost their combat effectiveness.

Captain Devil's gaze pierced through the yellow mist of gunpowder mixed with different colors, and the two spectacle lenses the size of bull's eyes saw that the mountain was not covered with poison gas.

The captain's brows furrowed, since the mountain was not covered with poison gas, then it would take some effort to show that there were at least some remnants of the Chinese soldiers.

However, he didn't worry too much in his heart, even if there were still defenders over there, he was afraid that it would be difficult to resist their slaughter.

The devil captain scolded a few times in a low voice, and more than a hundred devils wearing masks moved in unison, and surrounded the mountain that was not covered by poison gas from two directions.

"The little devil is here!" The old smoking gun, lying in the trench with his ears down, glanced out, and saw the devils in ugly masks coming, gesturing gently into the trench.

Now the surviving brothers of the whole regiment are all crowded in the last trench on the mountain, and the depth of the trench is 1.7 meters, so that the devils outside can't see the inside.

The tunnels deep into the ground next to the trenches were also crowded with brothers, and if the devils shelled them, they would have killed and wounded all the brothers who had retreated to the top of the hill without aiming.

But now the devil thought that they had all been killed by poison gas, and there were probably not many survivors, so they swept over without the slightest vigilance.

"Ready!" Zhang Handuo leaned against the wall of the trench, tightly grasping the shell gun with the safety open, and his eyes were a little red.

The miserable appearance of the brothers who died in the poisonous gas just now is vivid, and Zhang Handuo shook his revenge to avenge the sacrificed brothers.

Yang Ling personally commanded the only three remaining grenadiers, and saw that the devil had climbed the hill and approached a distance of 100 meters, and nodded to the brother who was handling the grenadiers.

"Tom-tom-"

Three grenades burst out of the trench with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and then smashed straight into the group of devils.

"Boom-boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the scorched earth flew high.

The little devil who was hunched forward was like a hammer impact, and his body was smashed into the wall of the trench behind him in the shockwave.

In the gray smoke of gunpowder, the devil who blew up to the ground let out a painful scream.

"Machine gun cover!"

"The first squad rushed up to destroy the China!"

Caught off guard, listening to the heart-rending screams of his subordinates, the devil's commander howled without the slightest hesitation.

"Brethren! Revenge! ”

The devil's machine gunner had just fallen to the ground, and before the machine gun was set up, a hoarse roar suddenly sounded in the trench in front of him.

Strings of grenades and grenades flew up like raindrops in the devil's frightened gaze and landed beside them.

The Devil Soldiers are highly tactically savvy, and they want to dodge these thrown grenades and grenades.

But to their despair, they found that there were too many of these grenades, and they were all around them, and they had no way to hide from them in this bare mountain.

In the deafening sound of the grenade explosion, the shock wave shook and the mud and mist poured overwhelmingly, and the devils also poured a large piece like cutting wheat in this explosion.

The explosive film flying around has become a killing weapon at this moment, wantonly harvesting the lives of the little devils, and the explosion makes the little devils cry for their fathers and mothers, running around and howling.

The brethren poked their heads out of the trenches, their light and heavy machine guns opened fire, and hundreds of rifles fired angry bullets.

Under the blow of this violent wind and rain, more than 100 devils were like paper paste, and suddenly the blood mist was filled, and the broken arms and legs were blown up and flew around, and the body was full of blood holes and blood gushing everywhere, and in an instant, corpses were everywhere.

The splashing bullets made the devils suffer a big loss, and the more than 200 devils behind immediately lay down and fired back, and the sharp whistling bullets were horizontal, scurrying in all directions.

The gas masks of many devils were shattered, and the poisonous gas that had not yet dissipated made them howl in an instant.

Yang Ling and they were condescending, pouring bullets and rain on the devil as much as possible, they wanted revenge, avenging the sacrificed brothers.

Dense gunfire erupted on the mountain again, and the sound of bursting beans made Ono Ichiro, the captain of the devil brigade under the mountain, tremble, and in the face of the coverage of poisonous gas, the person in China was not dead! His fists creaked.

"Attack! Not a single one to stay! Ono Ichiro roared angrily, and hundreds of devils rushed out towards the mountain, rushing forward to support the friendly forces on the mountain.

But after the battle thunderbolted and crackled, the little devil was condescendingly pressed and beaten by Yang Ling, and he couldn't bear it, so he retreated in embarrassment again.

The high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs smashed down the mountain again, and Yang Ling couldn't even remember how many times this was the devil's shelling.

But they are like a nail, nailed to the golden dragon terrier, making the devil like a fish in the throat, but helpless.

Ono Ichiro's brigade launched several fierce attacks on the 30th Regiment of the Golden Dragon Terrier, and the hill was burned to scorched ruins by incendiary bombs, and there were craters and rotting corpses everywhere, but the blue sky and white sun flag were still planted on the mountain.

The rest of the 151st Brigade also received Yang Ling's advice, dug tunnels on various hills, built strong fortifications, and the little devils hit their heads and bled out.

For a whole day, the gunshots rang out between the mountains of Minshan, but the little devil could not advance an inch, and the two sides fought in the dark, and the blood flowed like a river.

As night fell, the ambitious Ichiro Ono looked at the scorched earth but had not yet taken the position, and although his face was still stiff, his heart had already begun to become depressed.

Is this still the Chinese army that I have encountered in the past, which is about to collapse at the touch of a button? Their tenacity and tenacity have exceeded his expectations.

In fact, Yang Ling, who was guarding the mountain, was also in a precarious situation, all the weapons and ammunition were gone, and now they were all replaced with the weapons of the little devils.

What is even more fatal is that their wounded have increased dramatically, and they are also struggling with the lack of medicine and drinking water, but fortunately, night has fallen again.