The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

But as the gunfire from Dingshan came down, Yang Ling realized that he couldn't wait any longer. If they waited until dawn, it would be difficult for hundreds of them to escape if they were bitten by devils, so they decided to immediately break out in the direction of Huashan.

"Brothers! Go for me!"

The two hundred breakout soldiers led by Liu Yidao rushed to the front. They concentrated almost the most powerful firepower in the hands of the rout soldiers, a full nine light machine guns and grenades.

Da da da da—the machine gunners hung their machine guns on their chests and charged forward while firing. The other soldiers also fired while shooting, and the black grenade also kept greeting the devils.

Although the devils had raised their alert level, they were a little dazed in the face of the violent storm. Before the devils in the devil's checkpoint could react, the rout soldiers had already submerged them in the bullets with the help of powerful firepower. In the curtain.

Text Chapter 199 Don't Abandon Your Brother!

The gunpowder smoke filled the air wantonly, the muzzle screamed strangely and spewed out tongues of fire continuously, and the bullets dragged the streamer to scurry in the dark night. Although it was a hail of bullets, Liu Yidao couldn't care about anything at the moment, so he could only bite the bullet. ??

"Don't stop! Go to the end!" Liu Yidao threw away the machete that had accompanied him for many days, and rushed forward desperately with a Type [-] light machine gun in his arms.

His hoarse voice was quickly drowned out on the noisy battlefield, and the more than 200 rout soldiers who followed him in the assault also charged desperately, and the rain of bullets fell on the devil's head like a gust of wind.

The explosion raised flames soaring into the sky in the dark night, and the strong air wave hit, Liu Yidao seemed to be pushed violently by someone, his body rolled on the ground involuntarily, and rolled into a puddle of blood, the sticky blood smeared him all over.

He shook his dizzy head, struggled to get up again, a series of bullets flew over, and several of the broken soldiers who passed him were immediately stunned, and a cloud of blood mist burst out and fell in front of him.

Liu Yidao wiped the sticky blood on his eyes, and a layer of blood covered his vision. He saw the devil's machine gun in front of him start to fire again.

The devil's machine gunner lying behind the sandbag had most of his head knocked off immediately, and the machine gun rolled to the ground when it was tilted, and it failed to fire.

On the flickering battlefield, with the help of powerful firepower, Liu Yidao finally led his men into the devil's position, and the remaining devil soldiers hiding behind the sandbags in the trench still tried to resist.

The red-eyed rout soldiers were not polite to the devils, and the melon grenades were thrown directly into the trenches, directly blowing up the devils in the trenches into dumpling fillings.

Some devils came out of the bunker with their bayonets upright. Liu Yidao stood on the top of the ditch, holding a machine gun in his arms, shooting a string of bullets, which spattered blood and flesh. The devil soldiers died as if they were cutting wheat.

Liu Yidao, who had run out of magazines, hadn't had time to change the magazines when a devil rushed over with a bayonet in his hands.

"Ah!" Liu Yidao was also straightforward, swung his machine gun and smashed it, smashing the devil soldier into the trench, and was shot dead by a rout soldier behind him.

The main defense of the Guizi soldiers was in the direction of Huashan. Although they left a guard behind, they were not many in number. As soon as they were attacked by Liu Yidao's fierce firepower, the position was immediately smashed to pieces, and a 50-meter-wide road was opened. Gaps.

Liu Yidao led his men forward for about 400 meters, and suddenly found that there were no trenches in front of him, and no devils rushed to stop them. There was a pitch-black field in front of him. Only then did he realize that they had penetrated the devils' position.

"Quick! Quick!" Along the gap opened by Liu Yidao, Wu Jiang led people to cover more than 200 wounded soldiers and ran towards Huashan. There were corpses on the ground in the darkness, and some people fell into the blood puddle from time to time.

This section of the position was smashed to pieces by the powerful firepower of the rout soldiers, and dozens of devils all met Hades. The devils on both sides of the position reacted quickly, and immediately led by the officer to attack this section of the gap. Trying to block the broken soldiers who broke through.

Wu Jiang was yelling to urge the rout soldiers to pass quickly, when suddenly a whistle sounded in his ears, and when he raised his eyes to see countless streamers rushing towards them, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly shouted: "The devil is firing! Hurry up!" hidden!"

As soon as Wu Jiang's words fell, countless devil grenades fell down, and the position immediately exploded and flashed, the ground shook and the mountains were shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and the stretchers carrying the wounded soldiers were thrown into the trenches. Many people were blown out like pieces of wood.

Before the gunpowder smoke cleared, the devils on both sides had rushed over with bayonets in their hands, trying to block the broken soldiers who had broken through.

"Yang Dashu! Machine gun cover!" Yang Ling's voice came from the darkness, and the ashen-faced Yang Dashu spit out scorched earth with a fishy smell, got up from the pile of corpses, picked up his machine gun, turned around and set it on a On half of the corpse.

The devils were like waves, rushing towards the opening from the darkness, the dense crowd made one's scalp tingle, Yang Dashu tore off the hat on his head, cursing in his heart, lowered the butt of his gun with his shoulders, and pulled it at the pounced devils trigger.

Da da da -- da da da -- the recoil of the machine gun made Yang Dashu's shoulders tremble continuously, and the tongue of flames from the muzzle of the gun shot towards the devil like death from hell.

A devil was striding across the trench, but the violent bullet had already hit his chest, the devil stopped and fell into the trench.

The shooting range of the machine gun was good, and the trajectory of the machine gun extended along the trenches of the devils, splattering blood continuously.

But in desperation, how could he climb up the one-meter-high trench, watch the bullet penetrate his body, and then slip and fall to the ground involuntarily.

The dark battlefield was full of noise. The bullets on the battlefield had no eyes. Soldiers carrying stretchers were killed by flying bullets and rolled into the darkness from time to time. Wounded soldiers were also overturned by explosions, but under the cover of machine guns , most of the people still rushed past the devil's position without any risk.

"Kill Kaiga! Kill Kaiga!" The devil officer roared angrily in the darkness, and someone broke through from their position, and his face was distorted with anger.

The battlefield at night was in chaos. After rushing past the devil's position, the rout soldiers carried the wounded soldiers and ran towards Huashan, panting heavily with exhaustion, but everyone's face was relaxed. Glad to be able to escape from death.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander! Company Commander Qin and the others were surrounded by devils and they didn't stand out!" Just as everyone was running wildly, Yang Dashu, who was in charge of the rear, caught up with the team and shouted at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling hurriedly stopped, turned around to meet Yang Dashu who was rushing over, and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Liu Yidao was in charge of the frontal assault to open a passage to break through, while Qin Shou and Yang Dashu were in charge of covering the two wings, Wu Jiang was in charge of the wounded soldiers, and Yang Ling was in charge of scheduling in the play. Everything was arranged by Yang Ling in advance, but the plan was not as good as changing. A step slower, surrounded by devils.

"Company Commander Qin and the others were bitten by devils!" Yang Dashu, who was broken, rushed to Yang Ling to report, panting.

"Battle Commander, what should we do?" Liu Yidao asked Yang Ling, looking at the devils who were still fighting.

Yang Ling replied: "They are all our brothers, we cannot abandon them!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he hurriedly called Wu Jiang and said, "Old Wu, you lead the people to evacuate quickly, I will go back and save them!"

"No, you are the battalion commander. If you lead people to evacuate, I will save Lao Qin and the others!" Wu Jiang shook his head and rejected Yang Ling's proposal.

"Stop talking, execute the order!" Yang Ling didn't have time to argue with Wu Jiang here, time is life, he shouted at Yang Dashu: "Dashu, take your brothers back with me to save people!"

"Yes!" Yang Dashu answered with his arms around the machine gun, turned around and left.

Wu Jiang saw that Yang Ling insisted on personally bringing someone back to rescue Qin Shou and the others, so he hurriedly stopped Yang Ling: "Battle Commander, we are waiting for you at Huashan."

"Okay," Yang Ling replied, and rushed back into the darkness without looking back.

Text Chapter 200 North!

Qin Shou and dozens of brothers were responsible for covering the devils rushing over from the north side of the gap, but the devils reacted too quickly, and they retreated only a few minutes later, before they were pressed into two trenches by the devils and surrounded .

Da da da—the crooked light machine gun was mounted on the trench, spewing flames crazily, holding bayonets and screaming.

The Japanese soldiers who charged forward were suppressed by the crooked machine guns that were firing frantically. Smoke and dust splashed everywhere the machine guns passed, making the ground rattle, and the howling bullets bounced from time to time, knocking the unlucky devils over .

Facing the extending machine gun trajectory, those devil soldiers lying on the ground rolled and avoided like frightened rabbits. A devil lieutenant rolled into the blood-soaked trench, gnawed his mouth full of mud, and cursed angrily.

"Machine gun suppression! The grenadiers knocked out their machine guns!" Lieutenant Devil roared angrily.

Several Devil machine guns roared immediately, and the bullets formed an impenetrable firepower that enveloped Qin Shou and the others. Several rout soldiers lying in the trenches shooting were immediately blown out of their heads by the bullets like a storm.

The company commander Qin Shou hurriedly retracted his head into the trench, without any fear, he hurriedly took out the blood-stained bullet and pressed it into the barrel of the gun.

The machine gun suppressed the only crooked light machine gun on Qin Shou's side, and the devil's grenadiers hurriedly stooped to the trench.

As the shrill whistle sounded, several grenades smashed into the trench where Qin Shou and the others were defending, rumbling and bursting into the sky, and the explosion directly blew up the machine gun they had not had time to move into parts. The machine gunner, along with the ammunition, The hand was thrown out of the trench by the blast.

Qin Shou's ears were buzzing. Looking around, the brother who was lying next to him just now had been thrown into the trench by the air wave, and his chest was bleeding at this moment.

Damn it, it's been bad luck for eight lifetimes. Seeing that he was about to succeed in breaking out of the siege, but he didn't expect to be surrounded at the last moment, Qin Shou scolded his mother in his heart, why is his luck so bad.

"Company commander, the devil on the left is coming!" The remaining soldier shouted at Qin Shou. Before he could finish his sentence, the devil's precise marksmanship knocked his head off, and he slipped and fell on the pile of corpses without saying a word. inside.

After the devil's grenade bombardment, the riflemen pulled the bolt to shoot while they surrounded Qin Shou and the others, and the bullets hit the dirt on the edge of the trench.