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

He struggled to push away the second lieutenant who was pressing on him, and saw that half of his head was blown off, and blood and brain matter flowed all over the floor.

"Your Excellency, Zhong Zuo, retreat quickly!"

Seeing Morizhong being blown over, several devils rushed over, and Morizhong ran back with a disheveled face.

"Resist! Stop the Chinese people!" Morishu was pushed back by the two devils, but he roared unwillingly.

There are still hundreds of ghost soldiers remaining in the trenches everywhere. They rely on the trenches and bunkers, set up machine guns, and resist tenaciously.

The swishing bullets flew wildly on the battlefield, and the brothers from the Sichuan Army who rushed to the front rushed up with their chests out of the way without avoiding it, and all the people in a row fell down in an instant.

A squad leader in the first row of the second company brought a few brothers to touch it from the side, and a few grenades hit it, and a machine gun team of the devil was blown to pieces.

"Don't stop! Keep going to the end!"

The deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, and the others have long been familiar with this kind of assault operations. The small groups scattered and continued to attack in depth, and the remaining little devils were quickly cut into pieces.

The little devil had just seized the position from the Chinese army, and he hadn't even stood firm on his heels. Facing such a fierce impact, although he resisted stubbornly, the firepower was quickly removed one by one.

The old smoker, however, was a little bit stubborn, chasing and beating the devil's ass, not giving the devil a chance to breathe.

They rushed forward all the way to expand the results of the battle, and the crossfire composed of rifles and grenades made the devils overwhelmed.

All the devils along the way were shot down by them, and when they encountered firepower blocking the road, they rushed up and blasted them, and the devils were beaten back steadily.

They rushed forward for about 600 meters, and encountered a squadron of devils rushing forward from a diagonal stab.

Nearly 200 devils held gleaming bayonets and killed them without saying a word.

The old smoker ran out of bullets in his shell gun, and threw away all the grenades he carried on his body. Facing the sturdy little devil who rushed in front of him, he was almost unarmed.

This ferocious and sturdy little devil also saw the embarrassment of the old smoker, and he just stabbed at him.

In the blink of an eye, Old Smoker avoided the thrust by turning to the side, and swept across the devil's lower body with his left leg.

The little devil stabbed too hard, his lower body was swept away by the old smoker, and his center of gravity was unstable and he staggered forward.

The old smoker was so powerful that he grabbed the collar of the little devil who was close to him with one hand, and smashed the pistol in the face of the little devil with the other hand.

"Ah!" The devil's nose suddenly collapsed, and he let out a shrill scream.

Another little devil who wanted to take advantage came up from behind and wanted to sneak up on Old Smoker. Old Smoker pulled the little devil in his hand to block in front of him, and the sudden bayonet pierced into the screaming little devil's body with a puff.

The old smoker pushed the unlucky little devil hard, knocking down the sneak attacking little devil.

Before the little devil who accidentally stabbed his companion to death got up, he was shot in the head by a brother rushing up from behind.

Nearly [-] devils and old smokers were strangled together, the bloody bayonets were stabbed and stabbed continuously, and the butts, fists, and teeth of the guns were all used.

Blood was flying everywhere, shouts of killing shook the sky, and from time to time, the two sides wrestled together, with the sound of a bang, the pieces of meat were splashed everywhere.

"Kill!" Yang Ling and the others swiftly cleaned up the devil's pursuers and joined the battle group roaring.

Although the devils in this brigade were brave and fierce, they were already exhausted from fighting the Sichuan Army and then the 0nd Regiment.

Facing the overwhelming number of Chinese soldiers at this moment, after more than ten minutes of hand-to-hand fighting, they finally couldn't hold on and collapsed.

Yang Ling and the others followed the devil's defeated soldiers all the way and attacked to the foot of Min Mountain in one fell swoop.

The surviving devils were defeated and retreated to Minshan Mountain, where they condescendingly swept down with ferocious firepower, and only then did they manage to stabilize their position.

Text Chapter 444 Reverse Slope Trenches

Minshan was occupied by Senzhong's brigade first, and a series of fortifications were built relying on the mountains.

The remnants of the devils who retreated to the mountain faced the swarming Chinese army and poured out their firepower like crazy.

The dense locust-like bullets almost swept down on the ground, smashing the dead branches and bushes, splashing mud and mist, and making the place where the ballistic trajectory passed was a mess.

"Machine gun cover! Charge me in a row!"

Deputy battalion commander Lao Yanqiang had several bayonet wounds on his body, half of his body was stained red with blood.

Looking at the remnants of the devils who had retreated to Minshan Mountain, the red-eyed smoker was about to rush forward with his buttocks around and take them down in one fell swoop.

There were less than ten brothers left in the first row of the second company. After hearing the roar of the old smoker, he jumped out from behind the hidden stone and charged up with his gun.

"Da da da da-"

Seeing these desperate Chinese soldiers rushing upwards, the devils deployed on the mountain swept over with intertwined firepower of light and heavy machine guns.

The dozen or so brothers ran out only a dozen steps before they were enveloped by the condescending barrage of fire chains, bloody and bloody rolling down the gentle slope, and the hillside was completely red.

The war is extremely cruel, and dead people are commonplace, but seeing these more than a dozen brothers were reimbursed in an instant, and the brothers in the back clutched the guns in their hands tightly, swallowing saliva in their throats.

The brothers lay down behind the rocks, on the corpses, and shot up the mountain in the grass, and the bullets flew out high.

The devil's machine gunner was shot in the face and fell backwards with blood all over his face, but the deputy shooter quickly took over, and the Type [-] heavy machine gun began to roar again.

The First Corps commanded by General Xue Yue blocked the Japanese army's attack on the Nanxun line relying on countless hills, and the Japanese army now occupying Minshan is also condescending, blocking the way of the old smokers.

The devil's light and heavy machine guns blocked the way of the brothers' attack with bullets like a storm, and the old smoker with red eyes was especially unwilling.

But the devils have the advantage of the geographical advantage, and the firepower of the weapons is even more fierce, and the brothers' grenades can't hit them.

"Second platoon feigns to divert! The third platoon touches up from the left wing and blows up the devil's machine gun!"

After the old smoker fired a few shots at the devil, he was about to let a platoon of flanks touch him.

But when the brothers in the third row started to climb up the mountain from the left wing, the devil's grenade was thrown down with a grunt.

Rumbling explosions came and went, and amidst the smoke, the brothers in the third row had to retreat in embarrassment.

"Stop attacking!"

Yang Ling saw that the devil was condescending, and any further attack would only cause unnecessary casualties, so he gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation to capture Minshan.

The old smoker suddenly became anxious, and shouted: "Let me lead the team to charge again!"

Yang Ling knew that his brothers had suffered heavy casualties, and the old smoker was impatient, but as the commander, he had to calm down at this moment.

"The devil's firepower is very fierce. Fighting again will only make the brothers bleed in vain. Let's withdraw."

The old smoker watched Yang Ling persist, and waved his arm unwillingly: "Stop hitting! Take it down!"

When the brothers who approached the foot of the mountain heard this, they hurried out of the range of the devils as if they were pardoned.

"Wang Beard, lead someone to clean the battlefield—"