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

"Yes!" Brother Niu solemnly raised his hand to salute Yang Ling, and then happily led the brothers into the tunnel.

Facing the orders of the officer Yang Ling, even Niu Dagen didn't realize that he used to like to bargain with the officer, but after a night of fighting, he did not hesitate to implement it.

Yang Ling returned to the command post and gave a brief report on the battle last night to the regiment leader Zhang Handuo and other regiment staff, and Zhang Handuo was hooked.

Zhang Handuo and the others were in a good mood, but the little devil's camp at the foot of the mountain looked gloomy and gloomy. Even the patrol team performing the security mission was as quiet as a cicada and did not dare to breathe.

Devil commander Onoichiro Zhongzuo, his face sinking like water, sat on the head of the tent in the brigade headquarters with a saber in his hand. Dozens of devil lieutenants stood solemnly, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Due to lack of rest, Ono Ichiro's eye sockets were bloodshot, and even his complexion looked haggard, and most of the lieutenants were also listless, losing their former arrogance.

Yang Ling and the others tossed around the devil's camp all night. First they attacked with cold guns, and then they threw grenades silently. The security forces chasing them were ambushed by landmines and suffered heavy losses.

Ono Ichiro and his bloated and huge troops were at a disadvantage in the dark night, and became a living target for sneak attackers hidden in the night, which made them miserable.

In the middle of the night, Ono Ichiro temporarily mobilized two teams of more than 100 people to set up traps, hoping to catch all the despicable attackers, but the opponent was as cunning as a fox, and when he saw the situation was not good, he ran away immediately, only wounding the opponent two people.

The enraged lieutenant led more than 100 people into the darkness, vowing to tear the other party into pieces, but then they were ambushed by an inverted triangle formed by three machine guns, causing more than 40 casualties, and retreated in embarrassment. return.

Those sneak attackers hidden in the darkness are everywhere all the time, they appear like ghosts, so that the little devils in the camp have to keep their spirits up and be vigilant at all times.

Because their elusive raiders always appear silently, wipe their necks with bayonets, throw grenades at tents, or shoot close to them with machine guns, so that many devils feel that the surrounding darkness seems to be endless danger, so that they may attack at any time. die.

Yang Ling was the ancestor of special operations. Although the little devils kept trying to fight back and seize the initiative, facing Yang Ling, they soon realized that all their efforts were in vain and would only increase casualties.

"Reorganize the troops, launch an attack in half an hour, and wipe out all the Chinese!"

The heavy casualties last night filled Ichiro Ono's heart with anger. As soon as the day dawned, he couldn't wait to gather his troops and wanted to start a crazy explosion to vent his monstrous anger.

"Hi Yi!"

The lieutenants in the tent all bowed their heads heavily. Although they were exhausted, their faces were full of murderous intent.

Text Chapter 477 Shrinkage Defense

The steel monster-like Devil bomber swooped down with a whining sound, and the heavy bomb set off a terrible mushroom cloud on the mountain. The smoke and dust splashed and roiled like rain. of smog.

The Sanbanfu brothers of the devil's main force in the field battle had already experienced it. Facing the stormy bombardment, they got into the tunnel dug into the mountain early to hide.

The tremors of the explosion made the dust above the tunnel rustle down, and the choking smoke outside also poured into the tunnel along the gap blocked by the quilt at the entrance of the tunnel.

In the dark tunnel, the hearts of the brothers trembled with the deafening explosions again and again. They watched the wooden stakes supporting the tunnel shake, and their hearts also tugged. If the tunnel collapsed, they would really have to To be buried alive.

"Come here a few people, help and fix the wood!" A platoon leader watched the wood supporting the tunnel crumbling under the tremors of the explosion, and ran over quickly.

There was chaos in the dark tunnel, and the brothers used various things to fix the log to prevent him from falling down.

The deafening explosion finally stopped, and the world returned to silence. The platoon leader lifted the quilt blocking the entrance of the tunnel, and a thick smoke poured in, choking him to cough.

Sunlight also poured into the tunnel along the entrance, piercing the brothers so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. Through the thick black smoke, it seemed that even the sun was covered with a layer of gray tulle.

The veteran platoon leader leaned against the tunnel wall, stuck out half of his head and looked outside. Seeing the gray sky, the annoying devil plane had gone away, and he grinned: "What is the air?" , it’s not that I can’t help it.”

He turned his head to look at the brothers who were still curled up in the tunnel, opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't hide in it, get ready to fight!"

Holding their weapons and ammunition boxes, the brothers got out of the tunnel in disgrace. Looking at the bombed-out battlefield, after a moment's hesitation, they each found a hidden position and lay down, ready to fight.

"Tunnel No. [-] has collapsed. Hurry up and send a squad to dig people out! Don't let people suffocate in it."

As soon as the veteran platoon leader got down on the ground, the company commander Wang Huzi walked quickly along the traffic trench with two brothers.

The veteran platoon leader did not hesitate at all, and hastily dispatched more than a dozen brothers to dig out the second platoon brothers who were buried in the tunnel.

Fortunately, the collapsed soil only blocked the entrance, and they quickly cleared the entrance with all their might, and the brothers inside all crawled out along the opening.

Looking at the disgraced brothers who couldn't see their faces clearly, everyone secretly thought it was a fluke.

"Damn it, we almost buried our brother alive." The second platoon leader narrowly escaped death, and while thanking the veteran platoon leader who came to help, he cursed at the devil.

"Save your energy, little devil, come up and get ready to fight!" Seeing that the brothers were fine, Wang Huzi felt relieved.

If the real one was buried alive before the beating started, wouldn't it be a dead wrong.

The little devil was tossed all night last night. Under the leadership of the officers, he feinted up the hillside exhaustedly.

Wang Beard and the others were defending a trench nearly 200 meters long. The left and right flanks were the other two companies of the third battalion. Just as they were about to give the little devil a head-on blow, an orderly rushed over panting.

"Company Commander Wang, the regiment ordered you to retreat to the second-line trenches, immediately."

Wang Huzi was very puzzled, but now it was too late to go to the regiment headquarters to ask the reason, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, the regiment has an order, retreat to the trench behind, and hurry up!"

The sudden order caused the brothers to be in a hurry, but the brothers with the rifles in their hands could turn around and leave, but the heavy machine guns were a pain for the brothers, and there was no time to disassemble them, so a few people could only carry them together and run back.

While Wang Huzi and the others were retreating to the second-line positions, the two companies on the two wings were also retreating quickly. They walked along the cat's waist and ran fast.

As soon as Wang Huzi and the others left the front line, the devil's mortar launcher let out a sharp whistling sound, and the overwhelming artillery shells and grenades fell down, and shrapnel flew across the line of trenches, flying mud and dust, shrouded in gunpowder smoke.

"Kill and change!"

The infantry of the devil's charge rushed up again stepping on the blast point, and the bullets fell on the position like raindrops, setting off a tall column of mud.

The devils rushed into the trenches at the front of the mountain aggressively, but they found that there was no living person in the trenches except for abandoned debris and rotting corpses.

One ghost soldier was even worried that the Chinese defenders were cheating again, so he stabbed a corpse with a bayonet, bringing out black and red blood. The corpse on the ground was indeed a dead person.

They rushed forward like wild beasts, thinking that they would encounter a fierce battle, but it was as if they had punched the cotton with a fist, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

But what made them more uncomfortable was at the back. Just as they searched the front trenches and found that they had been abandoned by the Chinese defenders, under the order of the officer, when they were about to attack the higher second-line trenches, they suddenly let out a panic cry.

The ghost soldiers stopped one after another and looked up. In the gray smoke, the grenades and grenades that were smoking were rapidly growing in size in their pupils.

"It's a grenade! Hurry up and hide!"

As soldiers of the main force in the field, these little devils were experienced in many battles. The moment the officer yelled, they subconsciously looked for a place to hide or turned around and ran away.

But the trenches with a depth of 1.7 meters hindered their movement. Before many devils climbed out of the trenches, the grenades had already exploded beside them, and they fell heavily into the trenches again.

Intensive explosions covered the entire trench, and the devils who poured into the defensive positions let out howling ghosts and wolves in the explosion, and were soon blown to pieces of flesh and blood, leaving only the seriously injured and convulsed.

"Come on!" There was another shout of killing from the mountain, and the brothers from a battalion rushed down like a tiger descending the mountain. The unstoppable momentum made the little devil terrified.

All kinds of weapons of the brothers opened fire one after another, and they continued to greet the little devil's head. They were condescending, but the little devil wanted to feign an attack and quickly retreated.

Looking at the little devils who were blown to pieces in the trenches, the brothers cheered excitedly.

When Ono Ichiro saw the retreating subordinates, his facial expression twitched fiercely, he ordered again fiercely, and fired poison gas bombs into the mountains, trying to destroy the defenders.

But the little devil's wishful thinking quickly came to nothing. Under the blowing of the mountain wind, their gas bombs could hardly work and were quickly blown away.