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

"The first team rushed forward to eliminate the Chinese!"

Facing the unexpected attack and hearing the heart-piercing screams of his subordinates, the devil's commander howled without the slightest hesitation.

"Brothers! Vengeance!"

The devil's machine gunner had just lay down on the ground, and the machine gun hadn't been raised yet, when a hoarse roar suddenly sounded from the trench ahead.

A string of grenades mixed with grenades flew up like raindrops under the devil's terrified eyes, and landed beside them.

The devil soldiers have high tactical literacy, and they want to avoid these thrown grenades and grenades.

But they found out in despair that there were too many grenades falling all around them. There was no way for them to hide on this bare mountain.

Amidst the deafening grenade explosion, the shock wave oscillated and poured mud and fog over the sky, and the devils also fell down a large area in the explosion like cutting wheat.

The explosive fragments flying around turned into a sharp weapon of killing at this moment, wantonly reaping the life of the little devil, and the explosion made the little devil cry for his father and mother, running around and howling.

The brothers poked their heads out of the trenches one after another, light and heavy machine guns fired violently, and hundreds of rifles also fired angry bullets.

Under the blow of the violent wind and rain, more than 100 devils were like paper paste. Immediately, the blood mist filled the air, and their arms and legs were blown off.

The bullets like splashing water made the devils suffer a lot. The more than 200 devils behind immediately lay down and fought back. The sharp and whistling bullets ran around horizontally and vertically.

The gas masks of many devils were shattered, and the poisonous gas that had not dissipated made them howl in an instant.

Yang Ling and the others were condescending and poured bullets at the devils as much as possible. They wanted revenge, revenge for the brothers who died.

Intensive gunshots erupted on the mountain again, and the sound of popping beans made the devil leader Ichiro Ono tremble all over the mountain. Faced with the poisonous gas, the Chinese were still alive!His fists were crunching.

"Attack! Not one left!" Ichiro Ono roared angrily, and hundreds of devils rushed out towards the top of the mountain to support the friendly troops on the top of the mountain.

However, after the thunder and crackle of the battle, the little devil was beaten by Yang Ling and the others condescendingly. He couldn't bear it anymore, and retreated again in embarrassment.

The high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs slammed down on the mountain again. Yang Ling and the others couldn't even remember how many times this was the devil's shelling.

But they were like a nail, firmly nailed to the golden dragon stalk, making the devil stuck in his throat, but there was nothing he could do.

Ono Ichiro's brigade launched several violent attacks on the 0th Regiment of the Golden Dragon Girder. The mountain was burned into scorched ruins by incendiary bombs, and there were bomb craters and rotting corpses everywhere, but the blue sky and white sun flag was still planted on the mountain. banner.

The rest of the 151st Brigade also received advice from Yang Ling and the others. They dug tunnels and built strong fortifications on various hills, and the little devil was beaten to death.

For a whole day, gunshots resounded through the mountains of Minshan Mountain, but the little devil couldn't make an inch of progress.

When night fell, the ambitious Ono Ichiro looked at the scorched earth but hadn't taken it yet. Although he was still sullen, his heart had already begun to become depressed.

Is this still the crumbling Chinese army that I have encountered in the past?Their tenacity and tenacity have exceeded his expectations.

In fact, Yang Ling and the others who were guarding the hill were also in dire straits. They had run out of weapons and ammunition, and now they were all replaced with the little devil's weapons.

What's more deadly is that their wounded have increased sharply, and they are also struggling with lack of medicine and drinking water. Fortunately, night fell again.

Text Chapter 471 Crisis

The moon, the size of a jade plate, pierced through the black and thick clouds, and the cold light sprinkled on the hills strewn with corpses, like Shura's purgatory, which made people's scalp tingle.

The incendiary bombs burned all the bushes and grass in the mountains, and the scorched wooden stakes were emitting green smoke under the night.

The surviving brothers were half black and half bloody, limp and weak in the trench, their thirsty throats seemed to be burning like they were about to split.

In order to capture this mountain, the devil used all kinds of weapons, but they were all pushed back by his brothers. The brothers were like hard rocks, and the devil was furious but helpless.

"It seems that the devil will not come tonight."

The captain and company commander Wang Huzi, who was dressed in tattered and dirty clothes, lay on a pile of corpses. Looking at the brightly lit devil camp in the distance of the mountains, there was no movement at all, and he turned over and lay down on his back.

Looking at the full moon half-hidden by the clouds, he suddenly thought of the small village in the valley of his hometown. If there hadn't been this damn war, he would never have walked out of that valley in his life.

He sighed. At this time in the past, the busy family was finishing their meal around the fire pit. Although the food was simple, it was warm...

Just as he was thinking about the sudden smell of burnt corpses blowing in the mountain wind, Wang Huzi seemed to have interrupted his good business, and began to curse the little devil in his heart.

If there were no invaders like little devils, how could people like himself live such a precarious life? Looking at the corpses piled up around him, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and he finally lived another day.

"Vice battalion, do you have any cigarettes?"

Wang Huzi looked at the old smoker who was concentrating on observing the devil's camp below the mountain, and gently pushed him with his elbow.

The old smoker turned his head to look at Wang Huzi, then retracted his head, turned around and sat down against the trench wall, touched his waist for a long time before realizing that his dry smoke gun was blown up by the devils during the day.

Since joining the war, he has forgotten how many times he has changed his dry bong. Just like the brothers around him, he died one after another. The enthusiasm for defending the country has long been numb by the cruel war. Just want to live now.

"I have smoke here—"

The soldier Wang Dongming, whose face was as black as a ghost, carefully got out from the cat's waist next to him with a large pile of things in his arms. It was too dark, and he accidentally tripped over a corpse, and all the things in his arms fell away. Into the trenches.

"You fake devil, are you going to pick up dead people's things again?" The deputy battalion commander asked Wang Dongming casually while looking for cigarettes among the pile of things with his old-fashioned eyes.

Wang Dongming chuckled: "The little devils have gone to report to King Yan, and it's only right to honor our brothers with the things left behind."

Looking at this Japanese-speaking intellectual, the old smoker felt a lot of emotion in his heart. At the Lanfeng battlefield, he saw a person who vomited from the corpse, but now he dared to touch things on the corpse. The war is really real. It can temper people.

"Where are the cigarettes?" Company Commander Wang Huzi groped for a while among the things pulled out of the pile of dead people, but found that there was not a single cigarette, so he raised his head and asked.

Smiling, Wang Dongming took out two packs of crumpled cigarettes still warm from his arms, and handed them to Wang Huzi and Old Smoker in a flattering manner.

"You fake devil, you are just as evil-minded as the real devil." Wang Huzi lit a cigarette, took a good puff, and did not forget to count Wang Dongming who was lying aside.

Wang Dongming didn't refute, and leaned over to the old smoker and asked softly: "Deputy battalion, how long do you think we will fight this battle? When will we retreat?"

"What's wrong? Don't want to fight anymore?" Wang Huzi took a puff of cigarettes, lay on the corpse in a comfortable position, and reminded: "I said that you kid is stealing, raping and playing tricks on weekdays. We just turn a blind eye and close one eye." It’s over, but if you want to be a deserter, you should get rid of this idea as soon as possible.”

"You know the supervisory team in the war zone, they put their guns right behind us. Those guys who got promoted by killing their own people would like you to be a deserter, shoot you, and use your head to ask for credit."

Wang Huzi said seriously, and Wang Dongming's face changed: "I won't be a deserter..."

The old smoker saw Wang Dongming was stunned by Wang Huzi's words, and for the sake of the cigarettes, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, fight hard with our group, and you will definitely survive. The friend in the hospital is still yours, if you become a deserter, you will lose everything."

Wang Dongming was a little embarrassed as if his mind had been punctured, but his eyes became firm again.

Yang Ling's 0th and [-]st Regiment's troops had been engaged in high-intensity combat ever since they went to the battlefield. During the day, they fought several bloody battles with the little devils, causing heavy casualties.

Although the gunfire stopped under the night, the painful wailing and groaning of the seriously wounded lying in the trench made the atmosphere heavy and depressing.

The head of the regiment, Zhang Handuo, and the deputy head of the regiment took a few guards along the mountain to various positions, looked at the brothers who were bloody and tired, and mobilized them.

"We can lose the battle, we can die! But we will never bow our heads! We will not surrender, even if we fight to the death, the little devil will pay a great price! I, Zhang Handuo, will fight side by side with you! Until Last minute!"

Head Zhang Handuo's hoarse voice echoed in various positions. Although the brothers had the courage to persevere, hunger and exhaustion were constantly eroding their combat effectiveness, and more importantly, the lack of ammunition.