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

Luo Wencai had been lying here for two hours, and finally took the opportunity to kill the devil's observation post.

Seeing that the devil had fallen, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to wait any longer, and ran to the other end of the trench with his gun on his waist.

"Teng Teng Teng-"

The devil's [-]-type heavy machine gun roared, and the puff bullets sank into the battle position where Luo Wencai was lying down just now, splashing a lot of smoke and dust.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two grenades also fell precisely one after another. In the smoke of the explosion, a large amount of soil was lifted up on the spot, and then fell lavishly.

It was only when Luo Wen arrived at a safe place that he sat down and panted heavily. The devils' gunfire had stopped. Perhaps they thought that Luo Wen had already been beaten or exploded to death.

"How many?"

A brother wearing a sack camouflage was hiding behind the entangled barbed wire. When he saw Luo Wencai sitting in the trench panting heavily, he asked in a low voice.

Luo Wen just smiled and made a gesture of three, which made the lying brother laugh and curse in a low voice: "You are really the god of hell, if the devil meets you, it will be bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"How many times did you fight?" Luo Wencai was full of pride. He killed three devils in just one day. For him who had just joined the army for a few weeks, he had already surpassed Jiucheng brothers who joined the army at the same time.

"Only one was injured, and I almost confessed." The brother said with some frustration.

"Pfft!"

While the two were talking, a string of bullets suddenly flew over, sending smoke and dust flying everywhere.

The lying brother returned a shot and dragged Luo Wen before continuing to move along the trench.

The two sides fell into a stalemate on the front line of Wushimen. If there was a slight disturbance, the two sides would shoot at each other from time to time across the trench.

Yang Ling specially selected a group of good shooting brothers from the whole regiment for a day of battlefield training, and then scattered them on the battlefield to shoot and kill devils.

Most of this batch of good shooters are experienced veterans, but there are also new recruits who have just joined the army, such as Luo Wencai and others.

During these few days of fighting, these brothers went from unfamiliar to familiar. Although more than ten people were lost, all those who survived became hunters.

They lurk in the complex battlefield, attacking and killing the devils, making the devils miserable and afraid to show their faces.

Luo Wencai and the others acted like ghosts. They had gained a lot in the past few days, and the devils also sent out some old devils to fight back. The devil's counterattack undoubtedly made this hunting operation more dangerous.

The war made the brothers grow up quickly. Although everyone in the trenches was covered in blood and blood, their eyes were becoming more and more determined, and gradually tempered into a tough iron army.

The unsatisfactory progress of the war made Neiji Okamura, the commander of the Devil's 11th Army, also very anxious. Although he ordered the frontline divisions to attack the situation several times, the effect was not satisfactory.

Also frowning was a group of staff officers in the headquarters. They lay down on the map with tired faces, trying to formulate a new attack plan and break through the Chinese army's defense line in one fell swoop.

But they underestimated their opponents. General Xue Yue, the commander of the First Corps of the Ninth Theater in charge of fighting in the De'an area, strictly ordered all ministries to guard against death.

The armies and divisions under the First Corps also knew that Chief Xue couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, so they went all out, fighting the little devil on all fronts, bloody battles.

Whether it was Ruiwu Road, Nanxun Line, or Wushimen Line, the devil moved forward step by step at almost the speed of a tortoise, and suffered heavy casualties.

"General, General Matsuura, the commander of the 106th Division, requests the troops to retreat and rest."

Just as Commander Neiji Okamura was frowning, a staff officer came over with a telegram.

Matsuura Junrokuro's troops were really unable to attack. Facing the iron-walled Wushimen defense line of the Chinese army, the casualties of his troops were increasing day by day, and the injuries caused by the high temperature weather remained high.

The troops were already exhausted and lost the ability to continue attacking. If they continued to hold on, they would repeat the same mistakes and become the same consequences as they were on the Nanxun line a month ago. Therefore, he risked being scolded and asked the troops to retreat and rest.

Neiji Okamura, the commander of the 11th Army, looked at the telegram from Matsuura Junrokuro and remained silent for a long time. He was under tremendous pressure from the base camp.

While the northern front continued to make breakthroughs, his southern front became a war of attrition. He was very unwilling to withdraw his troops from the battlefield at this moment, and he wanted to order Junrokuro Matsuura to persevere.

But he also knew that Matsuura Junrokuro would not have sent a telegram if he hadn't really been unable to hold on.

"Return to General Matsuura and allow the troops to retreat to the Mahuiling area to rest for a week, but after a week, De'an must be captured and the Guangdong-Han Railway will be cut off."

Body 6 Chapter [-] Treatment of Direct Lineage

When the night faded again and the sun crossed the mountain and fell on the Wushimen defense line, the forward observation post discovered the abnormality of the devil's position.

"Squad leader, why is there no movement from the devil?" The observation sentry immediately reported to the squad leader.

Although it was dawn, the devil's position was lifeless, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

A brother said disapprovingly with dark circles under his eyes. "What's the fuss, the devil must be sleeping."

The squad leader of the observation post is a veteran soldier. After he pondered for a moment, he ordered to the brothers in the machine gun trench not far away: "Fill a shuttle of bullets to test the devil's reaction."

"Da da da……"

The crisp sound of machine guns vibrated in the early morning, and the bullets flew across the buffer zone of the trenches on both sides, splashing patches of smoke and dust.

If it was the past, the devil's machine gunner would definitely return a round of bullets not to be outdone, but after the machine gunner moved, the devil's counterattack bullets did not arrive as expected.

"Did the little devil escape?" one brother guessed.

The veteran squad leader frowned and asked the other brothers: "Did you hear anything last night?"

These brothers shook their heads, and one brother replied: "The guns are still firing in the middle of the night..."

This is strange, why the devils didn't respond, the veteran squad leader poked out half of his head to carefully observe the devils' positions densely covered with barbed wire in the trenches on the high ground, puzzled.

"You are here to observe, don't be a little devil's trick, I will go to the platoon leader."

The veteran squad leader gave an order, and Mao Yao walked towards the platoon leader's position. He couldn't make up his mind and planned to report the abnormal situation to the higher authorities.

The abnormal situation in the devil's position was quickly reported to Yang Ling's regiment headquarters. Yang Ling attached great importance to it, and led a group of officers to observe with binoculars, but none of the devils were found.

"Send a platoon to take a look." Yang Ling ordered after thinking about it.

The two sides have been fighting day and night at Wushimen for so many days, and even if they didn't fight, they would be cold-hearted. Now the devil's position is strangely quiet, which seems a little abnormal.

He wasn't worried that the devils would withdraw, but that it would be dangerous if the devils walked behind them by an unknown path, and devils did such things a lot.

"Would it be too risky? What if the devil lures us up on purpose." Zhang Qingyun, chief of staff of the regiment, reminded when he heard that Yang Ling wanted to send someone over to take a look.

Yang Ling ordered: "Let the troops get ready, and if the situation is not right, they will open fire to cover the retreat of the brothers who went to investigate."

It is not advisable to sit and wait for death in this situation. Although it takes some risks, finding out the devil's situation can at least make people feel at ease.

The captain and company commander Su Er personally led a platoon of brothers out of the trench, and under the cover of more than 20 machine guns, many mortars, and grenade launchers, they moved towards the devil's position.

They are well aware of the ferocity of the devils, but this time the mission is to go to the devil's den. They are not afraid of being false. They are very careful, covering each other and almost turning around every step of the way. If the situation is not right, they are ready to run back at any time.

But until they got through the barbed wire and stood on the top of the devil's trench, let alone the devil, they didn't even see a ghost.