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

Text 3 Chapter [-]: The Lonely Gunner

Countless dark yellow figures rushed out of the gunpowder smoke and appeared on the street. Under the helmets were hideous and ugly faces. They seemed to be demons from hell who wanted to devour all living things.

Surrounded by those veterans who retreated from the Songhu battlefield, they couldn't help but tense their faces when they saw the ghost soldiers coming over. The student soldiers were even more unbearable. Start shaking.

Although it was not the first time for student soldier Wang Zikun to take part in a battle, the ferocity and madness of that devil still left him with lingering fears. Seeing them getting closer and closer to him now, his teeth began to chatter.

He suddenly felt a big hand on his shoulder, heavy and full of strength, he turned his head and saw his platoon leader Shunzi.

"Stay behind me later, don't rush too far ahead." Shunzi lowered her voice and told him.

Student soldier Wang Zikun nodded. Seeing Shunzi's broad and strong back, the tension in his heart dissipated a lot. He took a deep breath and stabilized the gun again.

The injured Chinese soldier was getting paler and paler, and because of excessive blood loss, he was running slower and slower. Several bullets flew past his head, and he had to stop again and turn around to shoot.

The soul-stirring bullet bounced off the edge of the Japanese lieutenant's helmet with a bang, and the Japanese lieutenant was so frightened that he lay down in a hurry and threw up a layer of dust. He roared out of embarrassment: "Shoot! Shoot!"

The Japanese soldiers also took cover to lie down and shoot. The bullets flew across the street at high speed, and there were many bullet holes on the wall. The crackling was very lively.

A Japanese squad leader tiptoed and approached the wounded Chinese soldier's hiding place. Behind him, the machine gunner was firing at precise breakpoints—the sound of the machine guns sounded like a demonstration, saying, don't be afraid!

Wang Huzi held the detonating rope tightly in his hand, silently counting the Japanese soldiers who entered the range of the explosion, waiting for Yang Ling's order.

Yang Ling got down on the roof of the building, and the black muzzle of his gun was already aimed at the Japanese soldiers approaching cautiously. There was no emotion on his resolute face, and he was as calm as a dormant poisonous snake.

boom!

A muffled gunshot rang out, and the bullets flying out at extremely high speed tore through the air at a speed invisible to the naked eye, hitting the head of the Japanese squad leader, a large stream of white and red brains gushed out, and his entire skull was blown off. flipped.

The Japanese squad leader fell on the sloping pile of rubble with a thump, and rolled towards the low-lying crater, blood staining the rubble.

Those Japanese soldiers who were approaching cautiously with the Japanese squad leader were like frightened rabbits. The moment the gun was fired, they hurriedly shrank back, trying to hide again, because a new enemy situation appeared.

But they had already entered the range of the explosion, and Yang Ling's gunfire was the order.

"Go to hell, you little devil!" Wang Huzi cursed, and yanked the detonating rope fiercely.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

All kinds of explosives buried in the ruins and bomb crater exploded violently with deafening loud noises, and more than 30 Japanese soldiers at the center of the explosion were instantly engulfed by the flames of the explosion.

"Ah!"

"Wow!"

"Boom!"

The shock wave of the explosion slammed in all directions, and the Japanese soldiers in the explosion howled like a pig. Blood and pieces of meat shot up into the sky with the gushing shock wave, and then fell heavily, like a bloodbath. rain.

The rubble flew wantonly on the street, flying in all directions at a high speed, embedded in the wall pillars, and flew into the window room. The brothers who were close were unable to dodge in time, and their hands and feet were immediately bruised.

Thick gunpowder smoke and billowing smoke covered the entire street, and many crumbling houses could no longer withstand the shock wave and collapsed under the bombardment of Japanese bombers.

Although the explosion was not earth-shattering, the rising mushroom cloud and the flames of the explosion were still extremely dazzling. The Japanese mopping up troops advancing nearby immediately stopped and turned their attention to this side.

"There is a Chinese army!"

The Japanese commanders, like wild wolves smelling fishy, ​​showed a cruel and fierce look, and immediately led the troops to move towards the explosion point from all directions.

Yang Ling and the others got a lot of landmine explosives from the ammunition depot, and this time they used them all vigorously. More than 30 Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces on the spot, and those who survived were either seriously injured or fell to the ground convulsing moaned.

The Japanese lieutenant's saber was blown away, and he didn't know where his arm was. He stood up clutching his bloody arm, and when he saw the streets blown like rotten tofu all around him, he roared angrily: " Baga, Lu! The Chinese people are dead!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Da da da--"

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion who were hiding everywhere opened fire one after another as soon as the explosion was over. The dense bullets poured into the battlefield, and the Japanese soldiers who were injured and survived were knocked to the ground again.

The Japanese lieutenant was hit by a series of machine gun bullets, bleeding all over his body, trembling involuntarily, puffed up with blood mist, his body became a sieve for air leakage, full of blood holes, and finally kicked his angry eyes, unwillingly Fell down in a puddle of blood.

The tragic death of their companions did not scare away those Japanese soldiers who were not affected by the explosion. The more than 20 Japanese soldiers roared like enraged ghosts, and rushed towards the guerrilla brothers hiding in the ruins with their teeth and claws. I was terrified.

"Cease fire! Leave it to us!" Liu Yidao's rough voice resounded on the battlefield, and he suddenly stood up with the bayonet in his hand.

The two hundred veterans behind him raised sharp bayonets on the ground, jumped out of the ruins on the other side of the street, and rushed towards more than 20 Japanese soldiers.

"Damn it, cease fire cease fire!"

Seeing Liu Yidao rushing up the street again with a bayonet in his hand, Wang Huzi cursed and waved his hands to the back, worrying about accidentally hurting those reckless guys who like to be heroes.

The grid helmet of a Japanese soldier who rushed to the front didn't know where he was flying. At this moment, he was rushing forward with his head bare and screaming. He looked extraordinarily tough. go up.

The bayonet of the bald Japanese soldier tried his best to stab Liu Yidao's lower abdomen, but he dodged it, and his rifle butt hit the Japanese soldier's face, and the bald Japanese soldier was immediately covered in blood.

Taking advantage of the screams of the bald Japanese soldier, Liu Yidao turned around on the spot. The sharp bayonet had pierced his stomach, and then he twisted hard, crushing his internal organs, and kicked him into the bomb crater.

The veterans who followed Liu Yidao were all veterans of stabbing. They were like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, surrounded by three or five, screaming and stabbing with knives, and blood spattered in an instant. More than 20 Japanese soldiers could not even touch the waves. Before turning it over, they were all stabbed to the ground.

Yang Ling stomped down the stairs and walked to the street. He saw that there were no more than 50 Japanese soldiers alive, and the wounded were also killed by the violent Liu Yidao.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield, evacuate in 3 minutes!" After Yang Ling ordered, he carried his gun and went straight to the man who was being pursued by the brother army.

The person who was chased by the devils was a second lieutenant platoon leader. He was shot in the thigh and shoulder, and his uniform was stained red with blood.

"Brother, hold on—" Medical soldier Xizi was cutting open the wound with scissors, and doing emergency treatment for him.

Xizi was busy nervously. The platoon leader was also a strong man. He gritted his teeth tightly and refused to cry out the pain, which greatly increased Yang Ling's affection.

After Xizi finished treating the wound and bandaged the wound, Yang Ling leaned forward and asked, "Brother, from that unit? What's the situation over there?"

The platoon leader took a look at Yang Ling's military rank, and saw that he was the battalion commander of a motley crew. He gave a military salute with a little pride: "I teach the corps, and all my brothers have been killed, and the big devils have already chased him over." , you should also withdraw quickly, the grace of saving life can only be repaid in the future."

After he finished speaking, he was about to struggle to stand up and walk, but he was shot in the thigh, stood up staggered and fell down again.

Seeing the platoon leader's aloof character, Yang Ling didn't care, and ordered behind him, "Bring a stretcher!"

"Don't be brave. As long as you go to the front to fight devils, you are all brothers. Why do you have to make such a clear distinction? If you want to leave, you have to wait until your injury recovers."

"Battalion Commander, a large group of devils are coming from the east, and there are tanks!" Before Yang Ling could finish his sentence, the sentinel standing on a high place observing the enemy's situation had already shouted.

Yang Ling's heart trembled, and he turned around and ordered loudly, "Get out!"

Body 3 Chapter [-] Blood Prison