"Don't be afraid of casualties! Don't skimp on bullets! Press it all up! The devil can't hold it anymore! ”

Division commander Wang Yaowu had already been on the front line, and if it weren't for the guards dragging him desperately, he would have personally thrown himself into the attacking team with a gun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They fought with the devils in Minshan for seven days and nights, and the sky was dark, the blood flowed like rivers, and the rotting corpses were piled up in the mountains and ravines.

And now that the little devil has run out of ammunition and food, although the officers and soldiers of the 74th Army are also unkempt and shaky when they walk, they all know that whoever can grit their teeth and hold on to the end will be able to win the battle.

Their troops are in need of a hearty victory, and the regret of the Battle of Lanfeng and the shame of breaking the embankment of the Yellow River to block the pursuing soldiers make these hot-blooded soldiers always want to defeat the devil.

They came to the battlefield with guns with the determination to die, not for promotion and wealth, but for the purpose of defeating and defeating these invaders with their own hands, which was their only wish.

The Chinese army has fought too many defeats, and the grievances accumulated in their hearts have all erupted at this moment, and they have seen the hope of victory when they learn that Yang Ling has outflanked the devils.

Although the light of this hope of victory is so faint, in the eyes of these brothers who have come through countless defeats, as long as there is a glimmer of hope of victory, they dare to fight with their lives, but most of the battles do not even have a glimmer of hope of victory.

Because when fighting against well-armed devils, their hope of victory is so slim, this time they have to seize the opportunity, and do their best not to let this hard-won opportunity slip away.

Yang Ling and the others resolutely blocked the path of the devil's retreat with hundreds of people, and Wang Yaowu, these commanders and countless brothers fought desperately, they were too eager for a victory.

"Master! I'll take the death squad myself! ”

Brigade Commander Zhou Zhidao's steel helmet was covered with bullet marks, and the summer clothes on his body had been covered with thick dust, and he couldn't see the original color clearly, but his gaze was as firm as steel.

In every battle with the devils, the Chinese army will organize countless death squads, which are responsible for charging and tearing apart the devils' defense line when attacking, and after retreating, the death squads will be lost.

Although they knew that the death squads were sent to death, in order to fight devils, every time the officers recruited the death squads, the brothers enthusiastically participated, just as they said, anyway, they were all dead, not as vigorous as death.

It was precisely the officers and men of these death squads who put life and death aside in their bloody battles against the devils that they were able to block hundreds of thousands of well-equipped devils to the death and hold the last line of defense of their homeland.

Division Commander Wang Yaowu's eyes saw through the drifting smoke and dust hundreds of daredevils standing outside in tattered military uniforms but with firm faces, and then looked at the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao, nodding with a complicated expression.

"Those who participate in the death squad, regardless of life or death, will be rewarded with five oceans each!"

Brigade Commander Zhou Zhidao pulled the bolt of the gun and said, "Division!" Keep it for the ocean, and the brothers will come back to receive the reward after beating the devils! With that, he got out of the command post.

"Brethren! The master said, after beating the devil! Regardless of life or death, each person will be rewarded with five pieces of ocean! Brigade Commander Zhou Zhidao rolled up his sleeves and shouted, not like a general at the moment, but an ordinary soldier.

In such a cruel battlefield, these generals have already put life and death aside, just like Rao Guohua and Xiao Shanling, who have sacrificed their generals, they have personally led the team to kill the enemy and charge until they fall.

"Thank you, Master!"

The ragged brethren were in good spirits, and now they had only seven or eight pieces of fiat currency a month for their salaries, and five pieces of oceans of hard currency was enough for them to squander for a while.

"Lao Tzu made it clear! This battle can be advanced, but it can be died, and it cannot be retreated! The little devils have run out of ammunition and food, and we are rushing up to defeat them! Kill! And then completely exterminated! ”

Zhou Zhidao's face was resolute, his thin body stood there unusually straight, and his sonorous and powerful pre-war mobilization made the hundreds of brothers in the death squad boil with enthusiasm.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Zhidao turned around and saluted the division commander Wang Yaowu, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of murderous brothers turned around in unison, crowded, and went in the direction of the troops behind the Devil's Palace.

The defense line of the forest brigade behind the devil's hall was already shaky in the face of wave after wave of attacks that were more ferocious than the stormy waves, and the positions established on the mountain ravines were shrouded in thick smoke and artillery fire, and there were heavy casualties.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The deafening sound of explosions exploded in the mountains and forests, and the dead branches and broken leaves that were scattered in all directions under the sweep of the air waves flew violently, and the thick trees were overturned in the artillery fire.

The smoke rolled into a thick wall, and the flying rubble made the steel helmets of the devil soldiers clang, and they lay on the ground, burying their heads in the dirt, not wanting to be suffocated by the smoke.

"Kill!"

The deafening shouts of killing swept through the turbulent mountains and forests, and more than a dozen death squads began to break through in depth from more than ten breakthrough points at the same time, and the indomitable momentum made the devils in various positions frightened.

The bombed gray-faced devil officers ignored the wails of the soldiers with missing arms and legs beside them, and roared bitterly: "Shoot! Shoot! ”

"Da Da Da ......"

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The light and heavy machine guns roared rapidly and violently, and the whistling bullets rolled back with thick smoke, and slammed into the charging group of Chinese officers and soldiers.

"Little devil! Die! ”

These Chinese officers and soldiers who dared to charge to the death were armed with short guns and Czech-style light machine guns in their hands, and when they saw the brothers in front of them falling, they opened fire with their arms in their arms.

The bullets on both sides whizzed in mid-air, almost face-to-face shooting, and the soldiers on both sides were shot at least five or six times in their bodies, and no one refused to fall first, and pulled the trigger desperately.

The Devil's machine gunners were stunned by the life-threatening style of fighting, and tried to move, but their bodies were already bleeding from bullets.

The blood mist filled the air, and the brethren rushed through the blood mist and into the devil's position, and soon the sound of flesh clashing, bones shattering, and bayonets sneering into flesh was heard in the thick smoke.

The defense line of the blocking troops behind the devil's hall was like broken window paper, and in the face of the desperate attacks of more than a dozen death squads, countless holes were suddenly poked out.

"Your Excellency Captain, let's go, the people of China have already called!"

The stumbling devil captain broke into the headquarters of Samori Shige, but when he looked up, he saw Mori Shige's gloomy gaze.

"Bang!" A bloody hole appeared in the chest of the devil captain who rushed into the headquarters, and a wisp of green smoke came out of Senzhong's Southern Type 14 pistol.

The devil captain fell to the ground with a pop, and he didn't understand why the captain shot himself until he died.

"Order all troops to hold their positions to the death, and those who retreat without authorization and shake the morale of the army will be killed!"

"Hey!"

Several officers in the brigade headquarters bowed in unison, then grabbed their guns and rushed into the smoke with hideous faces.

The battle between the two sides has become white-hot, the devils are desperately resisting, the Chinese officers and soldiers are desperately attacking, the two sides are fighting desperately in the ravines, woods, and streams, and even the streams are stained red with blood.

When the troops of the 74th Jun pressed towards the 6th Brigade of the devils on the whole line, on the way for the devils to escape, Yang Ling's position was also crumbling under the onslaught of the devils.