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

"Hit!" Yang Ling pulled the safety switch, and pulled the trigger without hesitation at the devil soldiers approaching him.

"Pfft!"

A series of blood sprays exploded on the Devil Soldier's chest, and the splashed blood mist was dazzling and brilliant.

The ghost soldier who was shot was stunned, then fell backwards and rolled down the hillside.

The brethren who had already been on the alert pulled the triggers and fired at the devil, and the bullets like splashing water enveloped the devil.

Under this dense barrage of fire chains, the devils who stood straight up and walked towards the top of the mountain were harvested in a uniform manner like harvesting wheat in the diffuse blood mist.

Captain Xiaojing was taken aback by the sudden ferocious firepower pouring down from the mountain. He did not expect that he was still deceived by the tactics of the Chinese army.

Seeing his subordinates in front of him being torn apart by machine gun bullets, their heads bursting like watermelons, Captain Xiaojing gritted his teeth.

But now they were within 100 meters of the mountain, and he was unwilling to retreat like this. He roared: "Rush up! Destroy the Chinese people!"

The ghost soldiers around were so suppressed by the fierce firepower that they couldn't lift their heads up. Hearing the captain's order, they began to rush towards the mountain again screaming.

The eyes of these little devils exuded bloodthirsty madness. Facing their companions who were constantly shot and fell to the ground, they didn't look the same.

"Grenade! Throw it out for me!"

Seeing the little devil approaching, the brothers threw out strings of smoking grenades without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Shocking explosions came and went one after another on the hillside, and the tyrannical shock waves kept blowing up the devil, but amidst the gunpowder smoke, the devil was still rushing up with red eyes.

"Machine gun! Suppress the devil!" The brothers didn't expect the devil to be so desperate, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The machine gunners on the machine gun positions lowered their machine guns and fired continuously. Short bursts and long bursts intertwined with each other, forming a firepower net, tearing the devils who collided into pieces.

But the little devil was not to be outdone, and the grenade fired by the grenadiers also flew up and landed around the machine gun position. Several machine gun firepower points were blown to pieces in the thick black smoke, including people and guns.

Bullets and explosive fragments flying around covered the top of the mountain, and a broken arm landed beside Yang Ling, and he could see the exposed bones clearly in the bloody state.

"Wang Zikun, what are you waiting for! Get rid of the devil's grenadiers for me!" Yang Ling was also enraged, and yelled at Wang Zikun and the others.

As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, Wang Zikun fired at the devil grenadiers hiding behind the infantry.

"boom!"

With the muffled gunshots, the bullets flew out rapidly, and the head of the ghost soldier who was half squatting operating the grenade exploded like a ripe watermelon, and blood mist filled the sky.

The other devil grenadier standing next to him froze for a moment, wiped the blood spattered on his face, picked up the grenade that rolled on the ground, and prepared to continue firing.

"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and a hole was punched out in the chest of the devil grenadier. He swayed and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Wang Zikun and his sharpshooters hiding in various places started to shoot the devil grenadiers, killing many grenadiers by surprise.

But the reaction speed of the devils was also not slow. When they found that someone was targeting their grenadiers, those old devils with good marksmanship quickly lay down and fought back, covering the grenadiers to shift positions.

There were also devil's grenadiers who quickly judged the position of the cold gun, turned the barrel, and bombarded Wang Zikun and the others who were hiding.

Several brothers shot and knocked out a few devils. The grenadiers couldn't move in time, and with a bang, they were blown away by the explosion.

Text Chapter 451 Mountain Defense War

Bullets as dense as locusts raged across, smoke, dust, mud and mist splashed everywhere, and the fireball of the explosion was mixed with scorching air waves, and many brothers wailed and were thrown back heavily.

"Pfft!"

Violent and dense bullets swept from the foot of the mountain, and a brother was headed off when he pointed his head and shot resolutely. Blood mixed with brains spurted out, and the sprayed blood turned the scorched earth into red and black.

"Medicine! Medic! Someone's been shot here!"

A brother whose face was scorched from smoke yelled towards the back. His hands covered in mud and blood firmly held down the blood hole of the brother below him, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

"Brother, hold on! Hold on!"

But the bloody water gushed out like a spring, and soon soaked most of the body of the brother lying on the ground twitching.

The conscript cat with a medical kit on his back walked through the rain of bullets and rushed to the injured brother. Just as he was about to stop the bleeding, the seriously injured brother tilted his head and died.

"San'er, San'er!" Seeing the brother in his arms dying, the big and thick brother tried his best to shake his body and burst into tears.

The medical soldier was already used to seeing life and death, and his indifferent face showed no expression. He quickly put away the bandage to stop the bleeding, and patted the shoulder of the crying brother: "Brother, please mourn."

After the medical soldier finished speaking, he continued to run towards the next injured brother with his medicine box, and the brother who was shot and died was quickly dragged down by the stretcher soldiers.

Watching helplessly his brother died in his arms, the brother stretched out his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, staring at his red eyes, he turned and went into battle again.

"The grenade! Blow me off the devil's machine gun!"

Facing the rain of bullets that swept up the mountain like a storm, Yang Ling yelled at the nervously sweating grenadier.

Their grenadiers were all recruited temporarily to catch the ducks on the shelves. On the battlefield where the guns kept ringing, five or six grenades in a row failed, and the deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, yelled loudly.

Fortunately, after the tense grenadiers emptied a few grenades, one of them finally landed beside the Devil's machine gunner. The flames of the explosion raised a column of smoke, and the Devil's machine gun team was wiped out.

The battle was already intensified. Nearly [-] devils rushed towards the mountain like crazy. Although the brothers were armed with all kinds of weapons, they still couldn't stop the ferocious momentum.

In the first company's position, four or five ghost soldiers with hideous faces had already charged up to the ridge line with their bayonets upright and joined forces with their brothers to break through a gap in the line of defense.

Under the intensive care of the devil's grenades and mortars, the first company had suffered heavy casualties, and even their company commander Shunzi was injured.

Whether the ridgeline can be held is related to whether Yang Ling and the others can stop the devils before the reinforcements arrive, so he attaches great importance to it.

"Old company commander! Lead someone to suppress the devil!"

Yang Ling was in the command position. Seeing that the company's position was crumbling, he quickly asked Old Smoker to bring reinforcements.

Without saying a word, Lao Yanqiang, the deputy battalion commander, rushed to the company's position with more than a dozen brothers from the security squad directly under the battalion, holding his pistol.

When Old Smoker and the others rushed to the first company's position, more than a dozen devils had flooded into the gap. Old Smoker charged and fired, and fired twenty rounds of bullets in the shell gun in one go.

The oncoming five devils were killed three and injured two on the spot amidst the rapid bang bang.

More than a dozen brothers in the guard squad let out a loud roar, and jumped over the old smoking gun and violently collided with five or six devils behind.

"Pfft!"

"what!'

"Crack!"

The two sides were like two trains colliding at high speed. The moment they collided head-on, the sharp bayonet was also sent into the other's chest, and the butt of the gun also slashed towards the other's head.