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

The [-]mm high-explosive bomb slammed into Yang Ling's position with a sharp whistling sound. The loud rumbling sound was like thunder on the ground, almost deafening people's ears.

The billowing smoke and dust from the explosion swept across the mountain ridge, and the broken rocks and flying sand were lifted to a height of more than ten meters by the air waves. The dead branches and broken leaves were also burned. Amid the tremors, the mountain ridge almost turned into a crater.

From the brigade, Major Guizi smashed the only two boxes of shells left by the troops directly under the brigade into Yang Ling's blocking position, as if he wanted to smash them to pieces.

The vegetation growing on the mountain ridge was swept away, and the scorching air wave swept away, and even the air seemed to be burning. The brothers on the mountain ridge were choked by the thick smoke poured into their lungs, panting heavily.

"Kill and change..."

Looking at the mountain ridge shrouded in thick smoke, the devil Nakasano Ichiro swung down his command saber again, but his tone became weak. This was the third time he called to attack.

The first two attacks were repelled, and they left countless corpses on the mountain ridge. The tenacity of the defenders exceeded his expectations.

Hundreds of exhausted devils bowed their backs again and launched an attack. They had not closed their eyes all night, their feet were already weak, their heads were groggy, and they were doing tactical actions mechanically.

"The devil is coming up!" An observation post in the thick smoke shouted weakly, and then pulled the bolt of the gun with great effort.

Yang Ling and his brothers are in no better physical condition than the little devil. They are so exhausted that they can fall asleep lying on the ground now, and they are now completely supported by perseverance.

In the battle just now, the brothers in various positions suffered a lot of losses, but the brothers who were still alive also climbed to their positions one after another, pulled the bolt of their guns, and quietly waited for the little devil to come over.

Yang Ling, who was a little dizzy, was also lying in a foxhole. The smoke was blown away by the mountain wind, and he could already see the violent figure of the devil clearly in the distance.

The devil was as wretched as ever, and trotted towards this side with his waist down. At first, the devil was yelling, but now he didn't have the strength to shout anymore, so he just kept his head down.

The weeds and shrubs near the position were blown up and shattered by shells, and the swaying trees turned into bare wooden stakes. There are still many brothers alive, and the sound of pulling the bolt is reassuring.

Yang Ling knew very well that his blocking decision might cause heavy casualties to his brothers, or even annihilate the entire army, but he was unwilling to let the devils run back like this, and then replenished the ammunition and fought back majestically to kill their brothers. Such a cheap thing.

He Yang Ling didn't want to get promoted and get rich. His life was bought by countless sacrificed brothers on the battlefield of bullets and bullets. The meaning of his life was to kill more devils for those brothers who died.

This time the Maruyama Brigade has run out of ammunition and food. As long as they firmly block the devils, they may all be wiped out in the mountains. This is an opportunity for him to pay off the debts of his sacrificed brothers. He is not prepared. Go back alive.

Those brothers who are willing to follow him to fight against him are also people who have gone through the gate of hell, and they don't want to go back alive. They think that as long as they block the devil this time, they will make money, and they will not hesitate to die.

People who have survived countless bloody battles not only have a deep blood feud with the devils, they are not simply killing the enemy to serve the country, but most of the time they are only living to fulfill the long-cherished wish of sacrificing their brothers, living mechanically.

"Puff!" The swishing bullets flew over through the thick smoke, and a patch of mud puffed up in front of Yang Ling. He had to close his eyes and lower his head to prevent the splashed mud from getting into his eyes.

Life on the battlefield is very fragile, so fragile that splashed gravel and sand can kill people, so it is not easy for those who can survive on the battlefield.

Yang Ling is no longer the deputy head of the regiment, and all the positions have been handed over to the brothers. What they need is to stick to this fragile line of defense.

Like an ordinary soldier, he lay on the ground, pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun with a click, and set the front sight on a devil who was a little staggering.

"boom!"

The bullet penetrated the devil's neck, and a large stream of bright red blood flew up, gorgeous and dazzling.

Yang Ling didn't check his results, turned over and left his position, rolled into a shallow pit, ejected the hot bullet casing, and mechanically pushed the bullet into the chamber again.

Body 5 Thirty Chapters Interspersed with Troops

The drifting thick smoke lingered in the mountains and forests, and the sky was also gray and dark. Fatigue and hunger greatly weakened the fighting power of the devil soldiers.

Those ghost soldiers with haggard faces and blood-red eyes, whose military uniforms had long been tattered into rags, were like ferocious trapped beasts, attacking the blocking position from all directions.

The dead branches and broken leaves were burning with the clatter of the thunder, and the black ash was fluttering left and right with the mountain wind. Several brothers lying on the foxhole still maintained their shooting postures, but they had not moved. There lay a pool of black blood soaked into the earth.

Three exhausted devil soldiers walked through the thick smoke and stepped onto this tiny blocking position. Seeing the dead Chinese officers and soldiers, their tired faces showed a look of relief.

It was just such a position that they hardly paid attention to on weekdays, but this time they took a lot of effort to win it, and paid a full price of 11 people for it.

Although the price was heavy, it was finally won. The blackened Devil Sergeant raised his dusty bayonet and stabbed it fiercely at a corpse as if venting his anger.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet sank into the body of the Chinese officer and soldier whose temperature was rapidly fading without any hindrance. When it was pulled out, the bayonet had turned brilliant blood red.

The other two devils also lowered their bayonets and walked towards the other corpses lying in the foxhole, and then stabbed down vigorously to make sure that there were no survivors.

When a devil stepped towards the last Chinese officer and soldier lying on the ground to complete the task of making up the knife, suddenly a pair of blood-stained hands grabbed his ankle.

The ghost soldier was stunned and before he could react, he felt a violent force coming from his feet, and his body fell down involuntarily, and he fell heavily to the ground. Shout out.

The other two devils looked over at the same time, just in time to see a bayonet stab into their companion's chest fiercely, pull it out and stab it again.

Their companion shouted and struggled with his mouth wide open, but the blood gushing out of his chest made his voice so weak that only convulsions remained in the end.

Seeing that the enemy who could no longer see clearly was holding a bloody bayonet, licking his chapped lips and looking towards them, the two living devils couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Baga!" The Devil Sergeant Cao was enraged, cursed and quickly pulled the bolt to raise the gun to shoot, but he had already run out of bullets.

At this moment, the Chinese soldier with the bloody bayonet in his hand was already pounced on him. The Devil Sergeant was a little annoyed, and greeted him with the bayonet straightened out.

The Devil Sergeant's bayonet stabbed across the lower ribs of the veteran company commander Shunzi, and he grinned his teeth in pain from a bloody gash, trying to be injured, but his body had already hit the Devil Sergeant fiercely, and the gun in his hand The bayonet stabbed into the devil's stomach without hesitation.

The Devil Army Cao uttered a mournful wail in pain, and the butt of the gun knocked Shunzi out, and he also fell powerlessly on the ground clutching the bloody gash in his stomach.

Shunzi was knocked into a daze by the gun butt, and struggled to get up, but all his strength had been exhausted just now, and he failed to get up after struggling twice.

But when he saw the ghost soldier with only half his life left covering his wound in horror, he grinned out of breath, so weakly.

The other devil reacted in this battle like calcium carbide sparks, roared, and charged forward straight with a bayonet, trying to kill this enemy who had almost no combat effectiveness.

Looking at the ghost soldiers rushing over, Shunzi really had no strength left, so he could only watch him rushing forward, thinking that he was about to die, Shunzi showed a look of relief on his face instead, without even the slightest hint of embarrassment. Dodge means.

Just when the devil thought that he would be killed with one blow, a person who rushed out of the smoke knocked over the devil, and the devil's body fell heavily into the foxhole.

"Come and give me a hand!" The person who rushed over didn't have much strength, and couldn't hold back the devil who threw him down, and hurriedly shouted at Shunzi.

After being stunned for two seconds, Shunzi saw clearly that the person rushing over was the leader of the third platoon. Seeing that the thin third platoon leader was about to be suppressed by the devil, he hurriedly struggled to get up to pick up the bayonet he had thrown flying.

The two exhausted people worked together to smash the only remaining devil into a sieve, and when the devil stopped moving on the ground, the two let go of their sticky and blood-stained hands, and lay down almost exhausted. Panting on the ground.

The devil's soldier Cao lost too much blood and died. There were sporadic gunshots in the distance, and the devil's bullets were running out. The two surviving people looked at each other's blood-smeared faces and laughed feebly.

"How many brothers do we have?" Shunzi asked heavily.

The veteran platoon leader replied: "I don't know about the other positions. I was the only one left in our platoon. I thought the position had been breached. When I heard movement here, I came over to have a look. I didn't expect there were still people alive."

"We are still alive, the position has not been broken through."

Shunzi fumbled for a crumpled cigarette from Devil Bing's body, lit it on the burning rotten wood tremblingly, took a deep breath, and said with firm eyes.

An hour ago, there were loud shouts of killing in the positions around them. It was their brothers fighting desperately with the devils who rushed to the position, but now it was a bit terribly silent.

But Shunzi and the others had already embraced the idea that they must die, that is, unless they were all dead, the devils would not be able to walk out of the mountain calmly.