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

"Damn it, these prodigal sons." Seeing his grenadiers wasting grenades like they didn't want money, Wang Beard jumped in anger in the third-line trench.

Lu Xing and the devils in front of them were fighting more and more, and the devil's light machine gun was set up to their eyelids, and the bullets whizzed like a wind, making them almost unable to lift their heads.

However, with the support of the grenades and the random bombing, a large number of devil soldiers who were pressed in front of the position suffered.

If the brothers who operated the grenades were good at aiming, they must have exploded the machine guns first and so on. However, when they bombed randomly, no one knew whether the grenades would fall on their heads, which made the devil infantry tremble with fear.

"Brothers, grenade, hello, suppress the devil!" With the help of the grenade, Lu Xing and the others felt less stressed, at least they could look up.

The brothers also understood one after another, throwing the grenade with smoky smoke at the devil like raindrops.

All of a sudden, rocks flew on the hillside, and a large number of the little devils who rushed forward were blown up and killed a large number of them. Ichiro Ono, who was in command behind him, turned pale with anger.

The devil's first attack retreated under the fierce resistance of the brothers, leaving at least a hundred corpses on the hillside.

Seeing that the devils were repelled, the brothers cheered loudly.

The brothers fought happily, but Ono Ichiro's face sank, because it was the [-]-type heavy machine gun and their grenade launchers that repelled them, and he had already cursed the dead squadron leader thousands of times in his heart.

But Masao Maruyama, the head of the brigade, would not listen to his explanation. The head of the brigade only wanted one result.

Unreconciled, Ono Ichiro had to send a new squadron to replace the troops that had suffered heavy losses, and regrouped to attack again.

Text Chapter 467 Bloodfire Purgatory

Groups of bombers and fighter jets emerged from the clouds with deafening roars and appeared above the battlefield. These fleets painted with blood-red rising sun flags roared and passed by at low altitude.

One after another, heavy bombs slammed on the positions of the Chinese defenders all over Minshan like an old hen laying eggs.In the earth-shattering explosion, a terrible metal storm was set off.

The fortifications built by the defenders were blasted to pieces like paper. The hot explosions were mixed with hot scorched earth and tumbling and flying. In the thick black gunpowder smoke, the positions built on the mountains were like boats in a storm. May capsize.

The devil's revenge was crazy and violent, and the carpet-like bombardment seemed to destroy the entire mountain. The violent tremors made many tunnels crumbling, and the mud fell, covering the brothers biting their lips and hiding inside. .

During this earth-shattering bombing, the trenches were almost flattened, and the remaining trenches were blown into pieces and collapsed. The bodies of the observation sentries left outside were torn apart by the metal storm, and they were buried in the scorched earth with blue smoke. Scattered with blood-red bone scum.

The brothers hid in the tunnel and endured shocking shock wave explosions again and again, and the thick and sticky gunpowder smoke made them almost suffocate.

Like fish out of the water, they opened their mouths and panted heavily, wanting to breathe fresh air.

The entire mountain was covered with huge bomb craters, and the sparse vegetation was also swept away by the indiscriminate bombardment, leaving the scorched earth uncovered on the bare mountain.

Yang Ling and the others didn't know how long the devil's bombardment lasted. When they woke up from the dizzy roar, the deafening explosion had stopped.

The first battalion commander Lu Xing, whose military uniform was torn to pieces by the explosion, staggered to his feet, and got out of the tunnel that was half covered by the collapse.

He saw that the fortifications and trenches they built had changed their appearance under the indiscriminate bombing of the devils. There were scorched earth and rotten wood all over the place. In the distance, under the blood-red flag of the rising sun, murderous devils were rushing crazily.

Lu Xing turned around with a hoarse throat and shouted, "Get ready to fight!!"

The gray-faced brothers pulled out the shattered logs and bunkers, like blackened mud monkeys, crawled out of the tunnel, and the bare mountains were full of vitality and vitality again.

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The heavy machine gunner with his head wrapped in thick blood-soaked gauze tightly squeezed the trigger with both hands. Amid the violent roar of the machine gun, the bullets swept out a fan.

The little devils within the shooting range were covered in dazzling blood mist, and they rolled and fell to the ground in batches. The seriously injured little devils screamed and twitched on the ground.

"Bang bang bang——" The brothers didn't need the orders of the officers. They saw the little devil rushing forward frantically, loaded the bullets with a clatter, and pulled the trigger.

The scorching bullets rushed out with a roar that tore through the air. Although the trajectory of the bullets could not be seen during the day, the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle quickly covered the position.

Those little devils twitching and moaning on the ground soon turned into bloody corpses, and the machine gunners who fired violently were also blown to pieces in the rumbling explosion.

Thick black gunpowder smoke flowed low on the mountains, and the deadly bullets made a sharp whistling sound, piercing through the gunpowder smoke horizontally and vertically, shattering the skull and piercing the chest...

Bright and eye-catching blood was flying around, and the smell of blood in the air became thicker and almost suffocating. The brothers were constantly blown up and thrown high.

Some brothers were hit head-on by shells, and half of their bodies were blown to pieces like ghosts in an instant, and the other half of their bodies, bleeding, slipped crookedly in the trenches.

The sound of gunfire intertwined with the movement of death, the brothers who were covered in gunpowder smoke and blood clenched their teeth, and kept pushing and loading the bullets, firing angry bullets until they fell down.

The little devil's light and heavy machine guns kept pouring ammunition towards the defenders' positions, and the grenade grenade bombarded them continuously. The explosions in the positions continued, and every explosion would wipe out the bones within a few meters of the surrounding area.

Under the cover of ferocious firepower, the little devil's infantry charged wildly, and with the spirit of Bushido instilled in their heads, they charged upwards regardless of casualties.

The brothers desperately wanted to suppress the little devils, but more and more little devils were fighting at the front of the line, and there were fewer and fewer brothers fighting side by side with them.

"Bullets! Give me bullets!" A brother clicked and the rifle was empty. He summoned those who went to touch his own bullet bag, which had become empty. He shouted hurriedly to the left and right.

But when he looked around, the brothers within more than ten meters on the left and right sides were all disfigured and bleeding corpses, and the sound of resisting gunfire in the distance was also ridiculed. He suddenly felt a little fear, a little scared.

"Kill and change!" The crazy and ferocious devils rushed over with their bayonets upright. Their faces were ugly and hideous, and their bloodthirsty frenzy made one's hair stand on end.

"You little devil who caress about your grandma! Come on! Come on!"

The brother looked at the fallen brothers, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He picked up the Czech-style light machine gun smeared with sticky blood, jumped into the trench, and roared almost crazily.

"Da da da da— da da da da—"

Crazy bullets swept towards the little devil who was rushing forward. The raindrops of bullets pierced the little devil's chest and tore their bodies. They staggered and fell one by one in the pool of blood. His face was full of unwillingness.

"Boom!" A grenade exploded next to this brother, and the raging explosive fragments embedded in his body, and he felt pain.

He was hit hard by the shock wave and flew backwards, fell and rolled on the scorched trench wall, his whole body was in pain like falling apart, he struggled to get up.

But a little devil had already jumped into the trench with his bayonet upright, and with a puff, the sharp bayonet had already stabbed him hard in the chest.

The little devil was straightforward and ruthless. He drew out his bayonet and stabbed it heavily, nailing the brother to the ground.

Crazy little devils jumped into the trenches like a tidal wave and broke into the frontline positions. The surviving brothers were already exhausted and were shot down by these little devils and stabbed to death with bayonets.

The blood was raging, and in the thick black gunpowder smoke, there were little devils staring at blood red eyes everywhere.

The first battalion commander, Lu Xing, swung a kid flying with a machete, but he was also kicked to the ground heavily by another kid.

Facing such a burly little devil, Lu Xing was pinned down firmly on the ground, and the breath of death enveloped him.

"Bang bang—"

"Da da da--"

A new force rushed down the hillside like a tiger descending the hill, shouting slogans that shook the sky, and the leader was Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion.

More than 20 tough little devils finished their opponent with a single blow, and they greeted them with bloody bayonets screaming.

But in a blink of an eye, he rolled back with blood rushing, facing more than 200 wolves and tigers, these devils who broke into the position were killed and retreated steadily, and they couldn't hold their ground.

"Hold on! Hold on!" A ghost lieutenant brandished a saber and slashed at the rushing Chinese soldiers, trying to stabilize the formation, but was chopped into meat sauce by four or five sharp blades.